"The young man seemed to search him for a moment, before his pale lips twisted into a light smirk. He shivered, not able to hide the tremor that spread through his body. The young man chuckled softly, the sound hard and rough, but not unpleasant. It was cold- but filled with power. He wondered if it was wrong to love the power hidden behind the young mans voice..." Dark, Seer!Harry

It had nothing to do with revenge, or hate, or love, or honor, or pride. It had to do with fate, and how Harry could only find himself hating this one word, and the darkness in his life paled in comparison. Dark. One-shot. Edited 7.26.16