Overlord
Chapter 1: Prologue
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Bright flashes of color shot across the open air, all around men and women fought each other. One side wore blue or red while the other had black. Shelves filled with strange crystal balls and arcane scrolls laid all over the floor, broken prophecies and lost knowledge in an unknown languages were everywhere.
"Keep them back, the dark lord and his team needs more time!" Screamed one dressed in black robes.
Unknown to the death eaters, a group of witches and wizards were flanking them from the shadows
Voldemort's snakeish face twisted into a smirk as he approached a large ordinate casket made of rare black stone with gold designs all over it. Ancient arcane runes and symbols were carved into the gold, many meaning contain or seal.
Approaching the casket, he saw a metal plate attached to the side with a single symbol carved into it. He had been searching for this ever since he heard of it's legend.
The Cradle of the Dark One.
It's legend told of a being with such immense power that he could stop the world from spinning and engulf it in eternal darkness. Myths told that his first coming gave birth to magic itself... but that was thousands of years ago.
Stopping just feet away, he, Lord Voldemort, shuddered at the pure darkness emitting from the thing. It made him envision all the painful ways he could die and for a split secound, made him consider killing himself. Shaking off the feeling he reached into his robes and pulled out a shrunken box which turned out to be a finely crafted, yet evil looking goblin made box used to hold priceless ritual objects.
He expanded the box and held it as if it was his soul, walking over to a empty shelf, Voldemort set it down before motioning to his team which hid in the darkness.
"Speak softly, I don't want anything to disturb the great being before I can assure that the charms and runes keeping it's mind seal away have all been destroyed." He ordered.
From the shadows, five people walked forward, one was being held. The first two had silvery blonde hair belonging only to the Malfoy clan. Lucius Malfoy cautiously walked up to his lord, also carrying a box that looked less dark and more... Demonic. The last blonde was a snooty looking woman, Narcissa Malfoy, wife to Lucius and mother to their young child Draco, who was at home asleep.
Beside Narcissa stood another woman holding a younger child at wand point. She had frizzy black hair and pale skin, insanity dance in her eyes as she watched her lord gaze at an object that held more darkness than the rest of the room combined. She was Bellatrix Lestrange. Dangling in her arm, with her wand at his neck was a extremely thin young child. Beside her was her husband Rodolphus.
The child in Bellatrix's arms was short and thin, way too thin for someone his age. He had dirty, tangled black hair and pale skin, if it wasn't for his eyes and the fact that Bellatrix held a wand at his neck, one might confuse them and mother and son. His eyes were green but dull, at first glance one could see nothing but childish purity but had any looked for more than a secound, they might have seem underlying pain and anger. A deadly combination that almost always bred evil. He was seven year-old Harry Potter, the Girl-who-lived's older twin brother.
Harry's weak young body could do nothing as Voldemort opened his box and walked over, "Child, be honored that your blood will be what's used to awaken the greatest dark being known to history." he said before viciously slitting the child's wrist and using magic to take the spilled blood and make a ritual circle on a stone slab near side of the casket.
No one bothered to help the child as his wrists bled profusely, his vision started to darken and go back and forth. He stared down, lulling his head from side to side, counting as the blood dripped from his finger tips and onto the stone floor. He wasn't sure how long he stayed their but somehow he counted close to 500 drips before feeling the woman holding him move and place him on what he suspected to be the ground.
The Dark lord grinned, (a scary sight) as the young boy was placed atop the casket, his bleeding hand right above the six symbols allowing them to fill with innocent blood.
"Tom!"
Harry didn't know what was happening, he just could hear some fighting going on.
Two of the symbols were filled.
Large flashes of light could be seen through his blurry vision. Screaming and yelling was heard.
Four of the symbols were filled.
His body started feeling strange, a strange power started seeping into his hand, draining him of both his larger than normal magic core and his own life. But as his life waned, magic took over and started reversing the effect, drawing in the drained magic and the magic causing this.
The firth symbol was filled before he felt enough strength to move himself. He rolled to the side and landed on the raised platform surrounding the casket, leaving a large blood pool at the top before feeing himself be sat up against the stone box by an unknown force. He could still feel his core expanding and changing inside him.
His vision returned for a minute, allowing him to see a small stream of his blood running down the steps and into the creases of the stone floor. The ones in black robe were beginning to flee while Voldemort raged and followed, knowing that he was beaten.
Just before he escaped, Voldemort looked over and was shocked to see the magic of the Dark One seeping into the child instead of transferring to him. Raising his wand he cast the killing curse and portkeyed away.
Everything slowed down for the seven year old as the killing curse neared, casting it's green glow on his face. His life flashed by, every abuse he was put through, every time he silently walked up the stairs during his sisters birthday party, every time she was rewarded for his own accidental magic, every damn time he was told to to upstage his sister by doing magic during lessons.
In the underworld, a dark and dilapidated castle pulsed before flowing with molten lava, large chunks of earth glowed and started to float around. An old gray creature sitting sadly on the stone steps looked around as the throne behind him glowed quickly before the lava behind it flowed.
His yellow eyes brightened as he shuffled to his feet. "Like I said... Evil will always find a way," it spoke with a toothy grin.
FLASHBACK(S)
Harry sat and watched blankly out the window of his room as James tried to teach his six year old sister Amy about flying with Lily watching from the back porch of Potter Manor.
Amy was younger than him by a few minutes. She had Lily's looks and hair but James' brown eyes, while she acted a little snobby thanks to her treatment as being a hero she was actually vary shy and nice once you knew her. She loved her older brother vary much even though she hardly saw him.
Harry didn't know why, probably because she saw that he could protect her better that Lily or James could that day when she got lost in Diagon.
Anyway, he could hear her say something about him, wondering why he wasn't there with them. James said that she was special and deserved to start early. Amy didn't seem to like that and said that she didn't even like flying before storming away. To tell the truth, James looked like he was about to have a heart-attack.
The top step was the best place to listen in on Amy's fifth birthday party. No one ever came upstairs, not even any reporters or his godfather Remus. Every year he sat there, listening to people sing happy birthday to Amy. No one questioned why Harry wasn't there... probably thought I didn't exist.
I hated James, Lily, and Amy with all my... or whatever was left of my heart. I avoided them all the time and usually stayed in the library reading books drowning myself in them to fill the void I felt. After a while I figured that I couldn't fault Amy and out right hate her like I did... just about everything.
Standing up from the stairs I walked away, towards the library like I always did. I stayed for at least an hour and went through the books that James couldn't understand... you know sixth and seventh year books from Hogwarts.
I was vary smart and powerful, not even the lack of a wand could stop me from using magic. Levitating charms, Blasting curses, transfiguring... all of it could be done with a snap of my fingers.
Sitting down on a large red reading chair, Harry started reading like he always did.
When the door creaked open, Harry had already knew who it was. "Your missing your party Amy. Wouldn't James and Lily be worried?"
Amy slowly walked over, "But it's your party too," she murmured.
Harry looked at he blankly, "No... it's your party Amy, I don't have a place there. It's better that way, now run along before you get in trouble," he said going back to his book.
Amy looked a little sad and started to leave.
"Oh Amy,"
She turned to see Harry looking at her with a blank face, "Happy Birthday,"
He knew that would effect not only the five year old but Lily who had snuck up to find her and was watching through the crack of the door.
FLASHBACK END
The casket slowly started breaking apart, releasing a loud rumble that caught everyone's attention. Harry felt something wrap around him and before he knew it, the strange power snatched him away from his place and into a dark cloud that was released from the casket before a bright flash blinded the whole room.
Harry awoke with a groan as he felt his body get poked at in the side.
"Grubby! Get your retched little claws off the master before I have them melted off in forge."
Harry turned his head to the side and opened his eyes to see a hunched over impish creature looking at him with odd yellow eyes. The creature noticed his gaze and grinned, showing off pointy teeth.
"Greetings master, I have been eagerly waiting your arrival. I have no doubt that you are wondering what's going on but rest, your mind and body is still adjusting to the strain of gaining your new power. Once you awaken, your body and mind will be in pristine conduction and then we can get to work. After all, there are evil deeds that need doing,"
Harry's vision faded and with a final groan he passed out.
To be continued...