The Butcher - A being that had long since departed the Waking World, but his legend is still sung in the songs of horror. It was said that he struck down men and women alike, good and evil having no meaning to him. His red eyes were said to be able to sear the souls of his victims as he struck them down with his eternally bloody sword/cleaver. For a being like him, there was no desire to live life... just to take it from those who caught his eyes.
So what do you do when this very evil being is found in the soul of one Harry James Potter, slowly but surely making his new charge a perfect replica of himself? Pray to every deity known to man that they can stop him before his very evil plan is fulfilled.
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This story is about Harry Potter and the changes to his life that he experiences under the tutelage of The Butcher. Dark/evil Harry HarryxOFC or HarryxGreengrass sisters Negative Dumbledore bashing
Harry let out a grunt as he felt the bludger connect with his shin. It was a deliberate move that sent the bludger rocketing back into the main shaft of Draco Malfoys broom shattering into two pieces. The gasps of horror as the blonde Slytherin fell into a dangerous free fall from almost four hundred feet didn't faze him as he grabbed the snitch in one hand and with the dexterity honed by Seeker practice he shot off a cushioning from his wand hidden in his sleeve. Draco hit the ground and barely bounced once before Madame Hooch was there to look Draco over.
"You have a guardian angel Mr. Malfoy. Whoever cast that cushioning charm saved your life. I'm afraid to say if they had not you would have broken your neck on impact with the ground decapitating you internally" Madame Hooch said grimly.
The Slytherin team blanched at that, Draco particularly, until a throat clearing tore their attention away. Floating a few feet away Harry sat on his broom with a bored yet irritated look on his face.
"Death should be a release, not a punishment for poor flying Madame Hooch. I'll be collecting on that debt in the future you honorless ferret." With all the carefulness of a speeding lorry down a pedestrian filled street he hopped off the broom making the crunch of bones rubbing audible. "Episkey" he said pointing his wand at his shin. Even as the spell stabilized the break he saw kids on the Slytherin side flinch at the creaking and crack before walking off to the hospital wing. He'd probably have to spend the night in the hospital wing again. Madame Pomfrey would have a lecture for him no doubt as she vanished the bone and made him take skele-grow to regrow it perfect.
"What the sodding hell is up with Potter? Hes been playing more ruthless and cruelly as of late than even we know better than to do." The captain of the team got not answer or theories but he saw it on their faces. They had seen it too, the jaded dark cruelty hiding in Harrys eyes. Given everything that went down over the last few months it would be a lie to say they hadn't seen the Potter scion begin to change. Between the fraud Lockeheart trying to bolster his lie driven fame by abusing his professor positon, everything about the rumors and lies of Potter being behind the petrifications, the rumor of Potter being Slytherins heir & labelled a Dark Wizard after revealing he was a Parselmouth during the dueling club when Draco summoned a snake to attack- the young Potter heir having not snapped was a miracle. No, it was that deadly calm during school hours that disturbed people. He didn't speak to anyone anymore unless asked a question directly by a professor, not even his flunky friends, and on the pitch he was an absolute monster. Kids were sent left and right to the hospital wing because of stunts like he just did to Draco but no one got hurt too badly & Draco was the only who faced real life threatening peril.
"I don't know but that kid is not stable. We need to get a petition to ask him banned-"
"He has not broken any regulation rules and we all play despite knowing the inherent risk of injury. You'd need a stronger case than hes going to get somebody hurt. Painful as it is to say, you don't have a case to even present the IDEA of a quidditch ban Draco" the teams Keeper said grimacing.
That had the others grimace too. Their teammate was right and it hurt their pride to agree as the final points made the last game of the year land in Gryffindors favor. They didn't notice though since some spotted the golden ball half crushed like it had been stomped on and both wings violently ripped off the sides. Something was definitely wrong with Harry Potter and even as the last of him disappeared into the locker room one of the girls on the team shivered violently.
What had once been a pure golden-white aura around the boy in question now was edged in dark violent bloody crimson.
"MR. POTTER! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU'VE DONE?!"
"Besides win Gryffidor the quidditch cup for a second consecutive year? Please enlighten me so I know precisely why I'm getting reamed" Harry replied with a very level tone of voice devoid of any feeling but exasperation. Minerva was making a mountain of an ant hill, why else would she drag him away from the common room celebration party? Not that he waa celebrating mind you, he'd been sitting behind a conjured wall revising for final exams. By a measure of a miracle he only needed Madame Pomfrey to use a more advanced healing spell to fix the bone instead of vanishing and regrowing it overnight.
The scottish witch dropped a thick pile of parchment on top of her desk. "These are the injury reports of everyone you have recently sent to the hospital wing as a result of your quidditch matches" Minerva said with an expectant stare. "And you nearly killed Mr. Malfoy in todays last match. Theres something wrong with you and until you tell me what it is or you sort it out I will be forced to ban you from playing until I deem you no longer a threat to the other Houses players."
Harry arched his brow before he laid his wand on Minervas desk. "Snap it."
"Wh-what are you"
"You ban me from quidditch or flying I will end up snapping. Someone will end up seriously injured and I won't help them. Won't get them help. Hell, I might just sit there and watch their suffering. If you don't want that to happen Deputy Headmistress you have two options and one of them you don't have the authority to do because that foolish old prick Dumbledore who thinks he hot shit since Merlin died won't let you. But for arguments heres both choices: snap my wand and obliviate every ounce of knowledge that magic is real so I think I'm just another muggle for men like Lucius Malfoy & his Death Eater flunky buddies like Severus Snape can murder without consequence." Harry saw the woman blanch at just how cavalier and harsh he was. "Or number two, do your fucking job and control the student body. I will not tolerate the fucking treatment I have been subject to this year come the next academic year starting. If it happens and I don't snap, my first reaction is floo calling the DMLE to have the guilty party arrested for crimes against the Heir of a Most Ancient and Most Noble House. I don't care if its faculty or student. But maybe I don't do that if this conversation never happened." Harry leaned back in his seat and crossed one leg over the other at the knee. "People get hurt in quidditch Deputy Headmistress, everyone who plays accepts that fact. Bruises, sprains, broken bones and broken brooms are expected when the bludger is an iron ball."
If it were possible for the ghosts in the enter professor offices Minerva was certain that they might mistake her as having just died. They'd be right in a sense but by Merlins beard she wished she didn't. "You ca-can't be seri-"
Harry grabbed his wand at either end and began to bend it til he heard the casing begin to snap. "Try me."
Minervas eyes went leagues beyond wide. There was no way this was happening right now. This had to be a nightmar-
Another application of pressure and the casing, not to mention the phoenix feather core, snapped in half within Harrys hands. The room filled with a injured phoenix cry as a wave of magic flooded the room and expanded out into the castle. "Oops, guess it was an accident. Now you control your idiotic students before I beat the next one to anger me an inch away from Deaths doorstep and trust me, he don't like surprise guests. Being beaten within an inch of my life so many times by those filthy chimeras claiming to be 'normal' humans I know how a primordial entity like Desth will just take the soul and be done with it. Oh and be a dear, arrange a portkey to get me to Diagon Alley so I may buy a replacement wand. You are duty bound Deputy Headmistress so I will await your procuring of one forty eight hours from now as school laws say you must. Tick tock."
Up in a grand office several trinkets, bobs and items began to smoke and let out warning bell whirs. Unfortunaely for the owner of said office he would never know of it til too late as the Sorting Hat, annoyed at being woken up, tapped into the schools magic grid and cleared the room of smoke & silenced the odd objects that now sat lifeless. What went unseen was the shattering of a stone bowl lined with complex ancient runes into tiny shards.
Fawkes, ever the loyal spirit, trilled sadly knowing just what some of the objects were for. Take for instance the now unmoving silver phoenix trinket, that one monitored the wand belonging to Harry James Potter; a wand Albus had specificslly made to control the boy and yanked out one of his tail feathers to be the core. Not only was it unmovng but mostly a puddle of silver goop, that meant the wand was not functional and almost certainly destroyed. Several others he recognozed were in similar states and they were all ones that were deemed important by Dumbledore to control Harry on a Light path to self sacrifce. Now the old man would have to reap the evil he had sown now that the only one that was still actively important to the ancient man told him if Harry was alive or dead.
THE BUTCHERS APPRENTICE
Laying on top of the basilisk corpse Harry felt a sense of peace drift over him. The dark and damp caverns of the Chamber of Secrets was far more comforting than he first thought. "I'd ask you to forgive me but I recall you attacking me first" he said tapping his nails on the scales under him. "If you had been reasonable I wouldn't have had need to kill such a beautiful specimen like yourself. Of course I won't let you go to waste. Your scales will make fine battle robes. Perhaps I'll preserve your intact eye and make it a pendant since your stare can only kill or petrify while you're alive. I'll harvest your venom and fangs for my new wand. Your organs and meat... I'll see if the goblins want it. They can buy it to eat or use if thats their cupa tea or sell it on my behalf and take their fee for brokering the transactions while I pocket the rest. You will serve me this way since you would not heed reason before" he said absently to himself. The echo from the cavern made him laugh slightly, a very quiet and deranged sound as his eyes closed.
In the darkness behind his closed eyes he saw them as he did every time he closed his eyes: crimson eyes like fresh spilled blood, a tall lanky body covered in blood stained clothes covered by an even bloodier butchers style smock. At the persons side was a sword as tall as they themselves were, the blade being waist high and dripping blood perpetually. "ITS TIME FOR YOUR LESSONS TO BEGIN MY APPRENTICE" the entity spoke with a deep dark masculine voice.
The mental projection of Harry fell to bended knee and bowed his head. "Teach me master so they will fear the name Butcher as they should once more" he said. His head remained bowed til he felt the sword skewer throwugh his chest and a bloody mist of magic rush inside him. It was painful, more painful than anything he ever felt in his whole life, but he bore the pain in silence knowing his master was forcefully changing his magic to be able to do as the spirit once could.
"YOU DO WELL TO MAKE NO SOUND. I KILLED THE WEAK AND THE STRONG. RICH AND POOR, MANY SAiD WITHOUT RHYME OR REASON. MOST OF THE TIME THEY WERE RIGHT. YOU WILL LEARN MUCH OF MY MORTAL LIFE, MY MAGICS, INHERIT MY MANTLE & SWORD. BUT I MUST ASK YOU HARRY JAMES POTTER... ARE YOU READY TO FORSAKE THE LIGHT FIERY PITS OF DAMNATION THAT AWAIT YOU?"
Harry grinned viciously and stood with minimal difficulty as he yanked the sword from his chest. The action caused a backlash of magic that changed him both mentally and in the real world though the Chamber wards contained the magic from being picked up on in the school above. Harrys Hogwarts robes burned away and in their place skin tight jeans, a long back trenchcoat and black muscle shirt took their place. His previously untameable crows nest hair grew to fall between his shoulder blsdes and seemingly styled into a braid that was held by pins of what looked like human bones carved in ornate antique styles. As his eyes opened gone were the emerald green eyes everyone knew, now they were a dark crimson like dried blood. "I sold my soul to devil when I was seven and starving on the brink of death & the fucker gave me a single solitary damn box of cracker jacks. I was already headed for eternal fiery pits of damnation. You'll help me make the road there fun Master."
The entity just smiled revealing blood stained fang-like teeth. Oh yes, the magical world learn to fear his legacy. A proclaimed hero to become their nightmare fuel was just too delicious. Even as Harry made his way back topside the entity watched tapping his fingers together. So much to teach and so little time to do it.
