A/N: Hello m'lords and m'ladies, and welcome to my fanfic, my name is Akuma's knight, and I hope you have the time of your lives! *kneels* before I forget, this story is a Harry Potter/X-Men Evolution XOver with elements of Naruto, Assassin's Creed and WWE. My first story!
Beta reader:Chronoscout
Tags: Cold, Emotionless, Sadistic, Sharingan, Lemons! Singer/Rapper, Gun toting, Gentleman, Genius, Ninja Harry! Warning this story is long!
I own nothing.
Key:
"Kill"- Normal speech
"Them"- Spells, Parseltongue, Emphasis
'All'- Thoughts
The story begins on a dark and dreary night, at Godric's Hollow, winter home of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter, something happened on Halloween, a night that will be remembered as the day the Dark Lord fell... Lord Voldemort, had been defeated!
It was a great day for the people of the magical United Kingdom, except for one Harry Potter, a baby whose 1 year old and barely beginning his life, had just witnessed his mother's death, the moment it happened his eyes had changed, from Emerald Green to Blood Red with a comma near the pupils, before they shifted to their natural color.
October 31st was the day that Harry was given a curse and a title: The Boy-Who-Lived, a name that would never be forgotten, especially now that he had to live with his non-magical family, one might ask how this is important to a non-magical, well, they're about to find out…
[November 2, two days after Voldemort's Attack, Hogwarts, Scotland; 8:00 p.m.]
Yesterday Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, an elderly man of 130 with a white beard and hair, had left young Harry with Petunia, his less than kind aunt. Everything was going according to plan, he chuckled at the thought that the boy would die upon Tom's return while seeing him as a hero. It was a grim fate, but it was for the Greater Good...
[No. 4 Privet Drive]
"Damn, why did I agree to care this Freak? Oh, I didn't! Why should I care for that bitch's Freak of a brat?" Petunia, a woman (A/N: If one could call her that.) that was 5'8" and had curly brown hair and brown eyes, compared to her sister Lily, who had red hair and green eyes; oh, how she hated that Freak, add to the fact that she, no, not she, it, had spawned.
"Too right Pet, how dare it sully our house?" Vernon, Petunia's burly and just as spiteful husband, spoke with pure malice.
After speaking some more, they decided to put the Freak in the only place that wouldn't disturb them: The Cupboard.
[Timeskip: 5 years, February 3, 1986, No. 4 Privet Drive 6:30 a.m.]
For as long as little Harry could remember, he did everything, from cooking, to cleaning, to weeding; you name it, he's done it; because if he didn't, they would hurt him: he dared not to remember it, because some things are best left unspoken, or in this case: thought of.
"Boy! You're supposed to be making breakfast!" Vernon shouted from the living room, causing Harry to jump and break him of his musing, before running out of his "room" and into the kitchen, and as breakfast was being made, the Dursleys were having a conversation. About him.
"Tell me Duddy-kins, has the Freak bothered you?" Petunia's voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard to Harry, oh, how he wished this dumb bitch would die already.
'...She...Must...Die...' Harry thought in a repeating mantra-like monotone.
'They must all die, Master.' A voice in his head spoke as he served the food; a female voice, he noticed.
'Who are you?' Harry thought in stoic confusion.
'Your weapon, pawn, possession, slave, among other titles, but ultimately your property, though, my parents call me: Emma.' the voice, apparently called Emma stated.
'Prove it,' Harry challenged once again in static.
'Of course, Master.' "Emma" responds.
Suddenly, a vision of a girl with a pale complexion, platinum blond hair, electric blue eyes and Ruby Red lips and a large grin was on her face, there was a loving glint in her eyes. He noticed what she was wearing: a white crop-top with a matching white skirt, it looked seductive, by his deduction.
The only reason he knew about suggestive clothing is because he remembers his "uncle" watching something called "porn."
"Boy! Don't just stand there! Back into the cupboard!" Vernon roars in fury.
"Of course, uncle." Harry replies in the monotone he had grown accustomed to speaking in. When you get hurt long enough
As he walked to the cupboard, he continued his conversation with Emma.
'Emma, what do mean by property?' An intrigued yet still stoic Harry asked once again with a monotone.
'The Frost family has owed a debt to the Potter family for the past 80 years, the current Head of the Frost's at the time, Edmund, was rescued from an assassination attempt by a member of a rival family, Rybak, I believe their name was, after the altercation, there was a contract made. In the contract it stated that the Frost's could pay the Potters however they wished: we are that payment.' Emma's smile stayed through the little history lesson.
'Hmm...' Harry thought in contemplation, 'you said "we." He observed. Then began to study her facial features.
'Yes, me and my sister Adrienne are both yours; she is 13, and I am 11.'
'You don't sound upset.' He observed once again.
'No my lord, as a matter of fact we are very happy, to serve you, fight for you, and die for you, that is all we ever wanted, and soon as finish my training we will come and dispose of those people, if that is your wish Master.'
'Oh! Mother says I should be done with my training by your 10th birthday, my sister finished her training, and soon, you get to do anything you wish, anything you want, we shall retrieve. Anything.' Emma's seriousness came as a slight surprise to the young Potter, but the young man's face remained neutral.
'Very well...' Harry's mental laughter scared Emma slightly.
[Frost International, Norwich branch, moments after talking with Harry]
"Mother, Father, I made contact with Master!" Emma shouted with joy.
"Truly? Oh, what a joyous day, let me get Adrienne!" Hazel, Adrienne and Emma's mother, ran into her eldest daughter's room to tell her the great news, Adrienne's reaction was heard throughout the penthouse.
"FINALLY!"
"What did the lord Potter say?" Winston, the usually emotionless, cold, Head of the family, showed elation for the first time in a long time.
"At first he was confused about the contract, which is understandable, but something wasn't right, there was someone called 'uncle Vernon' I believe." A confused Emma spoke.
Winston's face changed from joyful, to shock, then dread, and finally, anger.
"Someone sent the young lord to the Dursley's! Emma don't act like you're confused; don't you remember the the stories of the evil witch and her husband?" Emma and Ardienne -who had joined them, as well as their mother and brother, Christian, gasped and beseeched their Father to save the young lord, to which Winston agreed.- Then the Frost family began to rigorously search for blackmail material, and anything that could be of use…
Meanwhile, Adrienne and Emma shared the same thought.
'Don't worry Master, we're coming.'
[Two hours later, 8:30 a.m. Harry, No. 4]
While Dudley went to school, Harry did his "chores," when finished, he heard a shattering sound: he then noticed a broken vase.
No emotion showed, but he did have one thought: 'Shit!'
"That is it! I've had enough of you; you damn Freak, die!" Petunia screeched, holding a large knife, she charged at Harry, successfully puncturing his heart.
Harry went limp, Petunia gasped a sigh of relief, she'd gotten rid of that damn thing, Petunia was about to remove the knife, when a hand grabbed her, she jolted her head up when she felt it, and she saw something: the Eyes of the Devil, pupils shaped like a pinwheel on each side and red sclera, "Hehehe, haven't used this in a while; beg for mercy." A cold smile came onto Harry's face before he pulled the knife from his chest and licked it before chopping off her left hand, causing her to scream.
Huh… what's this? Sorrow? Nah…
Harry kept stabbing and cutting until he felt something come from his body: he could feel something in his pants, he pulled his pants to see his penis convulse 1 before orgasming on Petunia's now bloody corpse. Now covered in blood, he spoke three words he'd wanted to say for a long time, "Rot…In… Hell…" before his eyes went from red to completely white, and then back to his natural green.
"Ah, that feels good," Harry moans before leaving to his "room."
Harry returned 5 minutes later with cleaning supplies and began mopping.
[Hogwarts, 10 minutes after the death of Petunia]
Albus was worried, the instruments that told him whether Harry was alive or not, weren't working! No! He had to be alive! The Prophecy said so!
Suddenly, everything went back to normal, little did he know, the "blood wards" had fallen…
[Frost Family POV, 2:30p.m. Same day, in limo]
"Father, shouldn't we have spoken to Master before coming?" Adrienne asked her Father.
"Normally, yes, but we'll speak to him after we get him out of there!" Winston calmed himself before noticing they were in front of No. 4 Privet Drive.
"Perfect, now remember: behave for your Master, do whatever he asks, no matter what!"
Both girls rolled their eyes before speaking in stereo, "Yes, Father." Before putting on their collars.
As is with all slaves, they were given collars; unofficial collars, but collars nonetheless.
Winston and his family got to the door and knocked, getting their response from Vernon Dursley, who spoke with a "professional" tone of voice, because when Winston Frost came into your home, it was for one of two reasons: 1, he wanted to talk about a business opportunity, or 2, he wanted to personally fire you. If he brings his family, you know he's serious.
"Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Frost, and to you as well, young Mr. and Miss' Frost. Please, come in." Vernon suddenly felt a chill come to him.
"Thank you, Mr. Dursley, but there is a reason for our visit: we're looking for Harry Potter…" Winston couldn't continue because he was interrupted by Vernon, "What did that boy do now? I swear to you Mr. Frost, that boy has always been nothing but trouble, always fighting and stealing things, he was even sent to St. Alexander's Home for Uncontrollable Criminal Boys…"
"Yes, yes, we've learned this from many of your neighbors. I believe these claims to be false, and would like to hear it from his side of the story." Winston spoke coldly, he didn't want to beat around the bush anymore, especially after hearing these ludicrous claims.
"O-o-of course, Harry, can you please come here?"
"You called, uncle?" Harry asked, popping up out of nowhere in his dingy clothing.
"Yes Harry, this is Mr. Frost, as well as his wife Mrs. Frost, as well as his three children, he is here to speak with you." Vernon spoke in surprise,
"Emma, Adrienne, glad to finally meet you." Harry spoke in his monotonous voice, this time he sounded calmer than his usual way of speaking.
"It is a pleasure to meet you as well, Christian, Winston, Hazel." Harry speaks. "I hope you're ready for departure." this shocked the Frost's but they noticed that his eyes flashed white for a moment.
"What are talking about boy? You're not going anywhere!" Vernon roars, forgetting he had Winston Frost as a guest.
"How did you know about the plan?" Winston asked in curiosity.
Harry responded with, "I have the same powers your daughters have." Harry spoke with the monotonous voice once again. Answering any questions the Frost came up with.
"Oh… interesting…" Hazel whispered to her family.
"Someone named Charles Xavier should be at your Boston home in 10 days. Oh, and Emma, Adrienne, kill him. His spawn is already dead." Harry's smile was cruel, and only Emma and God knew what he was thinking.
"No, no, no, no! Please, I don't want to die!" Vernon cried, sobbing madly.
"Master has wished it; so it shall be." Emma and Adrienne once again spoke in stereo.
-END, for now-
(A/N: thank you for reading)