Bleed Black
This is a work of Fan fiction. All of the original characters, organizations, techniques, summon animals and events portrayed in this fictional literature are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictionally. Though the majority of the events and most characters take place in and are a part of manga artist J.K Rowling's world Harry Potter, and of Blizzard's Diablo.
Normal speech: I hate paperwork. I bet Minato died just to escape this.
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Scroll/Book/Author notes/Event/ Titles: The Eternal Conflict
Demon/Summon or Fusion speech: Finally, I am free. In your face Imperius!
Human Thinking: 'Oh, Shit.'
Demon/Summon or Fusion Thinking: 'Oh, Shit is right! You are royally screwed bitch!'
Jutsu/ Magic/ ability: Black Pool
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Chapter 1: Half-Breed
'Damn them all!' A young man of 16 thought furiously as he pant and gasped for air. His legs burning under the strain of running around with his unconscious and probably dying companion. Having her blood soak into his clothing didn't really help him right now.
It really didn't help, not when their pursuers were Werewolves.
A resounding howl echoed through the moonless night, soon joined by more…many, many more.
His companions arm flopped to his side, her skin was getting pale, and one could see the fur forming on it. "Come on Daphne! Stay with me!"
Moonless though it was, one really couldn't foresee the disadvantage they had in this assault. No one could foresee…he couldn't foresee it "This is my fault."
'I should've seen this, we are facing an enemy unlike any before.'
The young man tightened his grip on the girl in his arms and ran down the ruined street of London. Ruins everywhere.
One could hear the cries for help on the air, the cries of torture… the cries of death.
Daphne, the girl in his arms coughed "Let-t… me-e go…Potter…"
"Shut the fuck up Daphne!" he snarled emphatically "Please don't go on some spiel about how you're a lost cause and I should dump you here and book it, cause I don't give two fucks what you say and I don't give a damn if I die trying to save your pretty little ass, so kindly shut it and let me."
She gave him a strange look, flushing a little at his speech "P-Pretty little ass?"
The man snorted, "Been barely able to keep my eyes off it, so yeah. And I'm not gonna let go until that pretty little ass of yours gives me the ride of its life."
Daphne gave him an incredulous look, he simply shrugged "Brash and Foolish Gryffindor remember."
They were just able to duck into the heavily warded and Fidelius protected safe house, narrowly avoiding the carpet bombing that US Raptors unleashed on the burning city of London.
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A pair of arms held him strong and he allowed himself to relax and slump, he saw the gnarled and aging visage of Remus Lupin holding him up. The aged Werewolf held his strong but his worried expression made him ask "Did you get him? Please tell me you killed the bastard…"
"Trap…a Bloody Fucking Trap."
His voice echoed in the house, causing all the inhabitants to come to them. He then turned to the hook nosed, black eyed and oily haired man and said "Professor Snape, Daphne was bitten she needs Wolf's Bane."
The man who always held a sneer for him now grimaced "She's been taken care of Potter. It's you who needs serious help…"
I followed his eyes and as did everyone else, finally noticing the injuries inflicted on him and the arrows imbedded in his body. Only three and it was astonishing to him to see them, he had no clue how he made it as far as he has, two of those arrows should've made it extremely impossible for him to do so.
Remus looked glassy eyed as if he barely even noticed the injuries on the young man, "Tell me Harry, did you end him? Did you make him suffer?"
His response was headed off by an audible snarl from a blonde French beauty whose beauty was marred by the brand on her collarbone, in some strange language. "Can't you see that he has been hurt you stupid Wolf! All you're focused on is whether or not he killed your pathetic Dark Lord."
Harry sighed as he thought on their desperate gambit, their plan on taking out Voldemort, the premier Dark Lord of their time and the current cause of the world's greatest problem. Harry spoke softly but his voice conveyed to all the horror they faced even as in the background the Wizard Wireless Radio, WWN gave out the latest bad news of the day,
"There was no point for us to even go there or even target Voldemort anymore…"
"3 Weeks since the accursed You-Know-Who otherwise known as Half Blood Tom Riddle, summoned Demons into our world and with it broke the Statute of Secrecy by publically assaulting Buckingham Palace and Muggle London and now demons keep pouring into our world and there is no stopping them.
Even as the Muggles put up a strong resistance and seemed as though they were winning, it was shown soon that every victory was pyrrhic as the battle of attrition was won by the demons. France and Austria have already fallen, the Vampire Courts of Transylvania have been public in their fight against the demons but no one has heard from them for a week now and I for one fear the loss of our strongest warriors against the demons especially in the light of the Werewolves betrayal.
I come today with grave news that the Muggle Governments fighting against the demons have called for a general retreat…they…we are losing…and it appears that without killing the Dark Lord we will not have any hope of victory…
"Because when we came upon the inner sanctum of Voldemort's stronghold it showed us a sight of true horror,"
"My fellow Wizards, Witches and Muggles we will keep up our resistance for as long as it lasts but even I find myself agreeing with the Muggles about the horrific events playing out on our world that this is the day of Reckoning for all.
That this is Judgement Day.
That this is the End of Days…"
"We came upon the desiccated and rotted corpse of Voldemort, he's been dead for weeks. Demons have taken control of the ritual."
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The pall of dread and hopelessness permeated the hallway of 12 Grimmauld Place. A weak Dumbledore, his long beard had lost its silver shine and his eyes no longer twinkle, he had been foolish enough to retrieve an artifact of notable importance to Voldemort alone and paid the price when he fell for its trap and was cursed.
His black and withering hand was all the proof anyone needed of his actions, it couldn't have come at a worse time. It was just as Harry's 5th year ended in school that Dumbledore attempted this and it was barely months before Voldemort unleashed this demonic assault, his need for keeping secrets had cost Harry his godfather and now it would cost Dumbledore his life as a Demonic Legion now ravages the world and Voldemort is seemingly no longer a problem.
"Is what you saw true Harry?"
"You think I could make a mistake like that? I just lost four friends! And Daphne may be next of course I'm bloody sure!" Harry snapped at the ailing Headmaster, Harry was really not happy with the Headmaster at the moment "He's dead and we willingly fell for that trap so do you have anything you forgot to mention to me before we walked to our death. Like maybe how you told me killing the summoner should cancel out the ritual?!"
"This is uncharted territory, Harry…I'll admit that my predication to keep secrets has cost you and us too much but I gave you everything I know about the demons and in regards to their summoning rituals, but you must understand Harry not even the greatest Mages of old tried to play around with something like this so even my knowledge as vast as it is… is utterly worthless in this instance." Dumbledore sighed as he sat in a high chair, slumping as he did "I truly am sorry for the loss Ms. Lovegood, Messrs. Creevy and Mr. Zambini. I know you care for Ms. Greengrass, it is quite clear to all in this house that it is more than mere companionship but I assure you that I have friends who are approaching us as fast as they can."
"Who is it? Can they give any help against what we face?" Harry asked his anger deflating at the sight of the weary old man, Harry fumed inside how it was so unfair that old men and little girls can diffuse his anger so easily… 'Great I'm going insane…'
Dumbledore noticed Harry rubbing his temple, "Headache Harry? Is the connection between you and Voldemort still silent?"
"It will remain sil… Hold on, 'still silent' that implies that the connection still exists, but I just told you all that Voldemort is dead! What aren't you telling me?!" Harry growled out, wand in his hand pointed at Dumbledore.
Dumbledore raised an eyebrow at Harry's lit wand and then laughed "Years of tiptoeing around the subject and caught because a simple slip of grammar…Alastor must be rolling in his grave…Calm yourself Harry, I have no intention of remaining tightlipped on this, I don't have the luxury of time on my side. I had initially hoped that you would be much older before I told you what I knew regarding your scar…remember you first year, the hospital wing you once asked why he targeted you…you have since found out why but not how you maintain a connection with him, I then told you in your second year of how he imprinted a portion of his self on to you…I merely skirted around the issue without giving you a full answer."
"Why?" Harry asked simply lowering his wand.
Dumbledore simply raised an eyebrow and replied glibly "What would you have told a twelve year old boy who faced a creature he shouldn't have in the first place and that the reason he can talk to snakes and why his scar acts like an alarm against Voldemort because he didn't just imprint but unwittingly sealed a part of his soul within it?"
Harry shocked expression was all the answer Dumbledore needed "Indeed Harry, I couldn't bring myself to have the taint of doubt that a part of Voldemort lived within you color your future interactions with your friends and peers and don't tell that it wouldn't." Dumbledore stated raising his hand to silence Harry's oncoming protests "As admirable as your protests to the contrary maybe remember you were a child of twelve when it first came up and I doubt you would've taken the truth kindly, even now for me at the very least 16 is too young an age for me to tell you this but I don't suppose there is a proper age for informing someone about it…"
Dumbledore rubbed his eyes and the bridge of his nose "It is a dark form of magic known as a Horcrux, where one rips their soul and places it in an object and so long as the object exists the caster will not die. But destroying the objects is difficult and the only way I knew of was Fiendfyre and the other was Basilisk venom which you proved to me during your second year."
"The diary…"
"Indeed Harry, the diary was one and now do you see why I didn't tell you a thing about it. With only two ways of destroying the Horcrux both of which were highly dangerous for living containers I couldn't tell you in good conscience that the only way Voldemort will ever perish is if you die! I searched, I perused every secret text, every ancient tome and I found nothing regarding the Horcrux, only creation not destruction! All I had were mere theory, the only one I could count on for anything was one I was least interested in regarding living containers, that the caster of the Horcrux use the death curse on the container and his magic would destroy the Horcrux but leave the container alive…the risk was far too great for me to trust that theory but it is still the only option I had to save you and finally end Voldemort." Dumbledore had tears in his eyes, Harry shook in disbelief.
"The goblins they might have something to fix this." He remembered Bill Weasley, the eldest Weasley sibling and Curse breaker in employ of Gringotts the Goblin run bank. He told his stories of disembodied spirits trapped objects and that the Goblins could rip them out.
"Harry it was the Goblins that gave me this information. Yes they have a method to remove a Horcrux but it was created, tailored for inanimate objects. It is a crude and old method that they haven't seen the need to modify. They have made it clear that they wouldn't use it on you Harry, your body or your soul can't handle the strain and thus they gave me two alternative theories, one was the application of using the death curse the other is…waiting for the living container to die as according to them the Horcrux does increase the living containers life span it is not indefinite unless it is a familiar, like Voldemort's snake Nagini was…I assume she is dead as well."
"Right alongside her twisted master." Harry sniped, his voice dripping with hate for the Wizard who had damn near destroyed his life from year 1.
Dumbledore sighed at Harry's hate but he supposed considering its Harry it would be justified, after all he was young himself once and he hated Grindelwald himself, 'Ah that reminds me.' "Harry… I need you to disarm me."
Harry simply looked perplexed and simply complied with a disarming charm, Harry then caught Dumbledore's wand and as soon as he did he felt a rush of power flow through it to him. Dumbledore nodded "That is a powerful wand Harry and I'm sure you felt it how it sees you as its master now. Here you will find this book to be enlightening regarding it."
Dumbledore handed Harry a book title 'Tales of Beedle the Bard' along with a ring, "This my dear boy is the cause of my demise." He revealed an ebony wand from his sleeve and waved over the stone and the ring morphed as he transfigured it to a silver chain that held the black stone in what looked like a spider web pattern cradling the stone. He levitated it over Harry's head letting it drop around it. Once a ring now it was a simple pendant.
Harry felt a chill flow over his spine when it rested on his skin but it was only momentary, "You're giving me the thing that got you killed?"
"No, Harry. It was my own foolishness that got me killed, that was a mere tool and now absolutely harmless…well, if one can define the stone as harmless. I suggest you read up the book tonight, I promise you will find what my actions meant right now." With that Dumbledore simply rose his eyes twinkling again as he walked off to his room.
Harry as puzzled as always by the old man's actions merely shrugged and decided to get some sleep.
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His dreams were filled with the one thing he read in the book, playing out the gifts death handed out to the Peverell brothers. The Deathly Hallows and Dumbledore handed it to him, oh he knew that in the morning he would tear Dumbledore a new one for dropping this on him but for now he resigned himself to fitful sleep and thought over the plans of the next attack, their next resistance. Even thoughts of Daphne and how to try to keep his friends and family alive through this ordeal.
But a majority of his dream had started out like all dreams do from the middle, he found himself having a third person view of the story of the Deathly Hallows. He watched Death hand the three siblings the items and it seemed to repeat over and over till suddenly the dream morphed and changed like how only dreams do.
The three siblings turn to Harry. The eldest brother with a flourish handed Harry the wand and bowed, the middle brother handed Harry the stone and had him close his fist around it and the youngest brother came up to Harry with a broad smile and flick of his wrist pulled the Invisibility Cloak off him and placed it around Harry's shoulders giving Harry a firm squeeze as he did.
All three stepped back and bowed, the specter of Death following suit as it hovered over them and inclined its head to Harry, its raspy voice flowing through "So it is done."
The siblings spoke as one "We Will you our power, descendant."
But then the dream took a sharp dive as the specters of the siblings and death attempted to grab him as he fell but he kept falling and suddenly he opened his eyes to find himself in his bed in the Black Manor.
Harry sighed and rubbed his eyes as he pulled the covers off only to freeze as the torn open corpse of Daphne laid on his bed, she was still breathing and looked at him with accusing eyes as her life blood began to turn the white cloth crimson.
Harry screamed as he scrambled backwards from the grisly sight before him and found his back pressed against a warm object and turned gingerly to see that he was pressing up to the exposed ribcage of Fleur who pinned him with the same accusing eyes and he began to shiver as he felt her blood spill over his hands and wet his back.
Harry scrambled away from her and tore his shirt off and thundered through the bedroom door only to find it opens to a ruined building, the roof was torn open and it looked like demon bodies strewn throughout the hallway, he ran over them the hallways shut and moved as if he were a mouse trapped in a moving maze that cut off his movement to any other but the cat at the end of the maze.
And like a trapped mouse he found himself in what should be the Library of the Black Family, the books were strewn about their pages askew and their spines broken, he stood before a large pit engorged and filled with blood, he somehow found himself drawn towards it and before he could take a step back, it began to bubble and boil over and a large arm thrust out and cut off his escape.
Harry stumbled as an insect-like leg clawed over the edge of the pool, followed by five others raising an extremely corpulent looking demon through the pool, blood washing over it as it rose. Horn like appendages rose from its back and its face featured a large, glowing mouth filled with dagger like fangs and a forked tongue that licked off the blood over its mouth. Its visage was dressed and decorated opulently with treasures and trophies, its demonic face turned to glower at Harry with four glowing eyes.
Harry could feel himself wade through oil when the demons energy washed over him and the demon glowered at him. Its hand resting on one of its legs as it bowed closer to Harry's eye level, "So this is what has become of that maggot, he thought himself highly and yet has but a mere human child to show for all his posturing."
Its voice was inky yet one couldn't deny the cunning in his voice nor the sheer amount of arrogance, he swiped at Harry throwing toward a stack of books. Harry gasped from the hard impact, "Weak! Just like the one who thought he could control me, that half soul fool I showed him the true meaning of anguish and suffering before I trapped his measly soul for further pain. You seem just like him yet your blood calls to mine."
The demon gave a deep booming laugh, though Harry found nothing to be joyous about that sound escaping the demon's lips. Harry felt the demon touch his scar with its long claw "I see, a soul phylactery, how primitive, how utterly worthless. Perhaps you would give me more entertainment by sharing this Voldemort's pain…no perhaps you can still be of use to me yet."
Harry found himself raised into the air as dark tendrils of energy flowed from the demons hands latching onto his limbs and lifting him up. "The Sins of your Sire now come to bear on you, whelp. He sought to defy me! He sought to betray me! But perhaps you may yet absolve yourself of his sins Half-breed…you may start by absorbing the soul of the mediocre mage who summoned and attempted to bind me. Try to stay sane or not, it matters little to me, your world burns regardless."
He pulled out an inky mess of an orb that was dripping filth and dark liquids, Harry could see the face of Voldemort in the dark reflection upon it. He struggled and what he could only surmise was Voldemort's soul was thrashing but the demon merely held the soul with its powers and pointing at Harry's scar the soul began to be pushed within him. Harry thrashed and screamed himself hoarse as the pain of what he was enduring was unlike anything he had ever felt before and he fell, writhing and twisting as the pain flooded his body yet his senses remained focused on the demon before him.
The demon itself looked mildly amused as a symbol etched itself over the boy's writhing form, a strange symbol at that which seemed to be a triangle with a slit eye within. The demon didn't recognize the energy around it at first but he could feel the tinge of divinity that he scoffed at.
"What have you wrought? O child of Sin…
A Shadow of chaos boils within your soul,
As emotions bleed. Once I savored the white blood of Heaven,
So untainted, yet shackled
But your heart of hearts knows,
Drifting aimless within a furious pool of blood and memories,
Follow… Follow the Night, Follow the Darkness…
Consume your Heart, Give in to Sin
Once done it will be clear, the storm around your soul will reveal
That Blood calls to Blood
And I see you,
I see you…Grandchild."
Harry gasped as the demon raised its hand and unleashed a fury of demonic energy right at him, engulfing him, strangely empowering him yet at the same time disgusting him.
The demon's laughter echoed around him "I am one of the Seven Evils of the Burning Hells, I am Azmodan, Lord of Sin and your Grandsire and we will meet soon Harry Potter…very soon."
All that was left was Harry's screams echoing off his room's walls as he jolted awake and dark tendrils of energy coiled around him and immersed into his very cells and at the same time he had memories that were not his own ringing in his head, Voldemorts memories, every torture victim, every person he had ever killed continuously being replayed. But that weren't the only memories he possessed, there were rituals of all manner stuck in his head, spells of battle and darkness and things so steeped in dark and blood that even Voldemort shied away from using them.
Harry roared so loudly that he could feel his throat bleed from the force as the pain whited out his mind. The last thing he remembered before he dropped away to unconsciousness were restraining hands holding his bleeding hands down and Snape feeding him some potion.
Lol uploaded my early test chap by accident, here's the full one and I hope this frees any doubts regarding the chapter.
Yeah sorry about not updating my other stories as well, but as you can read, I've been kinda busy with fending off plot bunnies and I just had my 2nd sem exams finish yesterday. Also check out my other story Duality, it's an HpXCertain magical index crossover.
So yeah I'm working on my other stories and will update as soon as possible but seriously between reading fics, playing league of legends and Diablo 3 and Law College I barely scraping by on the writing department…will work on remodeling department ASAP :P
But till then I ask you to be patient with me provide me with constructive reviews and I shall endeavor to do my very best.
Happy Independence Day!
PS: Harry is not a Nephalem, not one bit…take the hint from the title if Azmodan wasn't obvious enough for you. Figured that I could try something unique…