Rex Regis Inferi
Disclaimer: Just a small idea I had and wanted to post before i go on a holiday trip. See if you like it and if you don't then you just don't like it. Enough said. I don't known about the pairings or if there will even be a pairing in this but you'll just have to wait and see.
Long live the King
He looked at the mirror and noticed that his eyes had become almost lifeless. He had been crying for some time after realising that Sirius wasn't coming back. The only thing that made him realise this was the mirror.
His eyes were red from crying and they stung from the tears that had been spilled
"Is this the destiny I have to face?" He said and wiped off his tears. He looked at the reflection of the scrawny boy that stared back at him with emerald eyes. "Why do I exist? Only as a weapon for professor Dumbledore? Or just to be an icon of Light for the wizarding world. Why do I have to be their saviour? I have enough on my mind as it is."
Lord Voldemort was also looking into a mirror in his castle. He looked at his reflection and sighed. He would do almost anything to look youthful again and not like a snake. "Where is it?" He turned to Peter Pettigrew who sat crying on the floor with blank eyes after a bout of Cruciatus coming from his master. Voldemort's lips curled up. Still no response from that fool. "My last Horcrux. If that old fool manages to destroy it then I will die."
Peter looked at the man who he followed and gulped. For his lord to be so angry that he was actually grimacing while looking into a mirror was something that nobody would see very often. Peter knew that the Horcruxes were destroyed all except one. That old meddling fool had gotten hold of Marvolo Gaunt's ring and is trying to destroy it. That only left him with Nagini and something else that must have been a Horcrux.
He felt pain lancing up from within his stomach and he doubled over in pain. It felt like everycell in his body was on fire and not stopping to get eradicated by the fire within. He looked into the mirror and saw his own eyes turn blood red. "Oh no Voldemort's taking over. I must alert the Order." He tried to scream but his throat was hoarse. He looked at the mirror again and noticed that his eyes had become so red that they seemed to be fiery orbs. Suddenly he felt something on his shoulder blades like pressure was being apploied to it. Then he passe4d out not noticing Vernon come into the bathroom and start shouting at him for making such a racket and disturbing their peace.
"What is this pain? Why do I feel it! Rat! Do something?" Lord Voldemort was twitching by now as pain began to swirlo through his boduy in sa pattern he could not discern. Suddenly Voldemorts eyes went wide and he let out a shriek and he felt swomehting get ripped out of him. His flesh started to rot at an accelerated pace and soon only white bones were left. Marvolo's ring had been destroyed and the Soul that inhabited Voldemort's body was on its way to its new Horcruxs to be reborn.
When he awoke he looked at the ceiling and noticed he wasn't in any pain anymore. He got up groggily and stared at the mirror at his face which was unusually pale. He looked as his green eyes shifted between red and emerald and let out a piercing howl as he felt his shoulder blades once again begin to twist and convulse and suddenly two large wings came out and he watched as the flesh that was on them rotted away. Blood was coating the floor now and he looked at it.
He felt something within him erupt in pain and once again he was intertwined with that snakelike form.
He stared at the green-eyed child he was connected to and a mental gasp was heard. "My last Horcrux was Potter?" He stared at the red-eyed being and his eyes went wide. "He's back? He won't get me!" then he felt them melting and twisting. He felt like liquid iron was poured within him and then it cooled making him feel like hew was a statue. Then flames ignited all around him on his skin. He felt it burning and it made him scream.
Harry knew nothing but pain. He felt it all in his bones and didn't notice the outward changes. His skin paled until it was almost as pale as Lord Voldemort's skin while his green eyes took on a red undertone and the bony wings expanded even further as suddenly all the meat on the bones of Harry Potter dissolved and even the tissue that made up the eyes disappeared leaving behind two greenish red orbs of light flickering.
Harry came back to the world of the living and he hoisted himself up and looked into the mirror. What he saw was totally not what he expected. He saw a grinning skull with two green orbs in the eye sockets staring back at him with the clothing have fallen off when he grew his wings and his meat that had dissolved.
Then he felt the being sink entirely within him and his last normal thought that belonged to Harry James Potter was one of total despair. "If this is what I have become... Then why do I live? I am no longer alive nor dead. I am… Death. I am…hopeless."
The new being looked up and a grin was all that looked back at it. Being a combination of Voldemort and Harry James Potter this one had no qualms about killing or murdering. This just wanted to eradicate all life. Well that was not totally accurate. He wanted to exterminate certain forms of life. after all if you killed everything off then there would be no fun at all.
A black cloak was conjured from thin air with a large Scythe accompanying it. The wings popped back into the shoulder blades Then James Riddle stepped out of the small bathroom. He was going to shock the muggles to death. "Dudders is that you? Mummy has made something for you." Petunia was the first of many.
Petunia Evans-Dursley was a calm and rational woman who liked to talk to her neighbours about some things the neighbours did. She liked to pry loose the secrets of their normal lives and tell them to others. She was cleaning the house when her husband stormed past her shouting something about an ungrateful boy. She sighed. Her nephew must have acted up again and shouted. Vernon was so angry at Harry for almost no reason these days.
She worried about her nephew. He had eaten so sparse that she actually believed that he had lost the will to live. She cared for the boy even if she didn't show it. She was angry with Vernon for acting that way but knew that she was too weak to even do something against her husband. With the thoughts about her nephew she went upstairs to have a talk with the boy. She was worried about his wellbeing.
She looked at the bathroom door opening and thought that her son was just coming out of the showers. "Dudders is that you? Mummy has made something for you." Then she watched as a pale and skeleton-like hand closed the door and because of the dark cloak she couldn't see who it was. The thought that her nephew would wear something like that came to her mind and then she noticed the scythe in the man or whatever it was, hands and gasped. The man turned to her and then lowered the hood of the cloak and she screamed.
James looked at the muggle woman as she let out an ear-splitting shriek of horror while looking at him. With a gravely and hoarse voice he spoke: "Petunia Evans… I have not yet come for you. Would you please give me a cup of tea? I am rather thirsty."
She looked at the Grim Reaper and heard its voice. She briefly thought that it was funny that the Grim Reaper would like some tea and then keeled over in a dead faint.
James chuckled to himself and thought about what he was going to do now. Without thinking very much he just grabbed the woman with his unearthly strength and then cradled her in his hands and walked down the stairs towards the kitchen.
When he got there he made some tea after watching Harry's memories to see what she liked and after a while the woman started to regain consciousness. "Where am I? I was looking at someone and then I remember blacking out." James turned around and said to the still confused woman. "Miss Evans I brought you here. Come on drink this." Then eh pushed a cup of tea into the woman's hands and she drank it slowly. She looked at the Grim Reaper and felt her memory comeback and she watched as he poured himself a cup of tea and saw that he had hung his scythe on one of the chairs.
James looked at the woman and said to her still using that tone of voice. "Miss Evans I am here to discuss with you the case of one Harry James potter. There was a slight problem with him but I have found out that you weren't treating him alright. Tell me Miss Evans what do you think about your nephew?"
Petunia gulped as she saw the skeletal man drink the tea and then saw it disappearing into nothing while the chest area seemed to gain some mass. James grinned and stuck his hand right through the area where normally the throat should be and towards the spinal column downwards until they got to the crotch area. He detached his arm to do that and held it with his other still fastened arm.
Petunia looked at James and said to the spectre of death in a slow and steady tone. "My husband and son don't like Harry. I have always looked out for him in secret because he still is of my blood. He wasn't punished as harsh as Vernon wanted to. Actually if I had let Vernon do whatever he wanted with Harry then he'd have shot him right through the head the moment we got him." James looked at her and scanned for any lies in her small speech. He found none. He grinned and sighed.
Vernon took that moment to walk into the kitchen. James rose from his position and said to the muggle. "Your soul is mine!" Vernon looked at the thin and skeletal figure and promptly passed out making the house quake with all the layers of fat that landed on the floor. James grinned and suddenly he felt his bones tingling and he felt the wings grow out of his back again. Skin and meat began to grow once again and he looked at the pale skin that grew on it. He looked like some vampire now and he let the scythe clang to the floor as it was no longer necessary. He looked at Petunia and said to her. "Look at me. I have become something unknown. I am neither Harry James Potter nor Lord Voldemort whose private name was Tom Marvolo Riddle. Now my name is James Riddle being a combination of Harry James Potter and Tom Marvolo Riddle. I am a king as I was once a lord and have risen above that. Now I am…Rex Regis Inferi"
Petunia's eyes widened. Learning Latin was useful for something. Although she hadn't even graduated with it in her subject list she had taken some classes because thee language interested her. The spells her younger sister used were mostly Latin like and she wanted to learn that language. She remembered something from an ancient text she had once glanced upon and then dismissed as a simple poem.
The Lord shall fall and the scion of the Lion shall fall with him
Darkness was within the Lord and Light was within the Lion
The Serpent and the Lion fought four times without a winner
Lumen et Infusco
They shall fight with the Lion and Serpent each on one side
From their battle none shall survive
The Lord of the Inferi shall rise
He shall be crowned Rex Regis Inferi
He shall be the King of the Dead
She looked at the man in front of her and said at a silent tone. "Like the text spoke: He shall be the King of the Dead. You are the prophesized one. You command the dead." James just grinned and said to the woman. "Of course. I am the King of the Dead. I can kill at will with my army of Necromancers and other Death-aligned creatures. They are mine to command."
She remembered a part of the text with horror:
Fight he shallagainst the Light
He shall not relent until all is under his command
He is Rex Regis Inferi
He is…Death
She gasped and tried to crawl away from James as far as possible. James just grinned and said to her at a soothing ton. "I'm not going to kill you. You have proven your worth to stay alive. THEY shall die first."
With that the King of the Dead made his way up to his old room and gathered his stuff including his wand. Then he looked at the woman who had taken him in fifteen years ago and said to her. "Let's go. Leave them all behind. They are just useless lumps of meat not even good enough for the hellhounds."
Then James Riddle stepped into the bright sunlight of the day and a shudder went through the area. The King of the Dead had been crowned and would take command of his forces soon.
Soon the world would weep blood about the deaths. Rivers turn red with blood. Forests become empty of all but the undead that lived there. The Apocalypse had come in the form of the Rex Regis Inferi…
A new story. Harry can make his body into any undead creature that he wishes to become. If he wants to be a vampire then he can become a vampire. If he wants to become a Grim Reaper then he can become one. His true form will be that of an undead mage also known as a Lich. Suits him perfectly because of the Horcruxes.
Enough said about that. I want to know if any of you feel up to matching Harry up with someone. If you want to then please give me a suggestion. BUT NO GINNY OR HERMIUONE OR LUNA OR MCGONAGALL… ehm I think the last part is just plain wrong but still no McG.
Reviews are as stated previously very much appreciated.