The ark of blades

by Dark side of your smile

The world is a cruel place where dangerous things lurk within the shadows, in it, Harry was given a special power in a form of a mask. Now he should walk in the shinobi world, a place where darkness unlike any other is rising, and death is sure to follow. I own nothing.

1. Chapter 1

A/N: I don't own anything.

Warning: `anything` is possible in this story.

P.S. could anyone help me by picking a good name for this story, I am horrible at naming things.

Chapter 1:

At the age of nine Harry James Potter was very sad child; no parents, uncle and aunt that hated him for unknown (to Harry) reasons, bullies, and so on. His only friends were books; that he could read in school library. But all that changed on that day. yes, the day when he found something, the artefact, which would change so much. This is how he acquired said artefact:

Dursley family had guests, when that happened Harry usually stayed outside. He had a place where he usually went at the times like this, it was an abandoned church that was a bit far from private drive. No one ever went there. That place was like a safe zone for him. His own place of solitude where he was doing things that his relatives would consider...freakish and unnatural.

For a longtime Harry knew that he was different, strange things always happened around him. Soon, he learned how to control whatever `it` was. A medium sized rock was levitating in the air, (right above on what used to be an altar) he was concentrating very hard to keep it in air. Looking at the flying rock Harry felt a sense of accomplishment, it took him some time to make it happen, he began with small rocks, but now he could levitate bigger ones. He learned that the power he had was tied with his emotions, thus he was trying to control both. ''But still...'' Struggled to keep rock floating a bit longer. ''it's very hard.''

-thud and crash sounds-

Rock and Harry both fall. A rock on the altar and Harry on the ground. -gasping for breath due to exertion- After a minute of rest he stood up. ''Exhausting'' Muttered to himself. He looked at old watch on his right arm; it was not even six o'clock. ''I still have plenty of time.'' Harry got up and dusted himself off, then he laid on pew that he kept clean specifically for that very reason.

Harry often thought about the origins of his power; was it telekinesis? or maybe he was an alien? none of the above felt right to him. He felt like he was walking in the dark, he knew that his aunt and uncle had answers to at least some of his questions. Also, his parents, who were they? why would they leave him with people that hated him so much? he glared at the ceiling as he was thinking about it. Harry never told anyone about his power because first: he trusted no one, especially not his so-called family. (he snorted at the thought) Second: for his whole life, he never truly owned anything, even the very cloths he wore were not his own, but that power (whatever it was) was his, it was there for him when he was alone, protecting and caring for him when he needed it most, thus he didn't want to share it with anyone.

He looked over on what he learned about his power and frowned. 'the books that I read have nothing on my power, all this time, and I still have not learned anything about it.' Thinking back to it, Harry thought that putting that much faith in ordinary school library was foolish of him, but what else could he do? asking his relatives was out of question, he did not want to get beating, which always seem to happen when he asked questions or did anything they thought was freakish.

Suddenly, loud noise of something reaping caused Harry to jump, he looked at the space in front of altar and gasped. 'What is that!?' thought surprised and intrigued boy. The great void was open. Not knowing what to do Harry decided to go closer to unknown, but the moment he took small step towards the void; the latter disappeared as suddenly as it appeared.

Baffled by the unexplainable phenomenon Harry looked at the place where shining void was a second ago and found that it left something, he went closer to examine it. 'What is it?' he thought. Now that Harry had a closer look, he found that the thing which was left behind by mystery void was a grisly-looking mask. ''A mask?'' Said Harry to himself, all the while trying to figure out what it really was. Not wanting to risk by touching it just yet; he consecrated on it and waved his hand, the mask was lifted in the air by invisible force. He levitated it closer to himself where he took another look at it, at first look you would think that it was an ordinary carnival mask, but Harry knew better, and it wasn't just because it appeared out of nowhere. No, it was because he felt that it was more than a mask, as if his own power was telling him to be cautious.

Slowly he touched mask with one hand. The moment he made contact he felt something that he could not describe, but now he knew what to do. ''You want me to put you on.'' Should he? maybe it's a trap, but Harry knew that if it wanted to be put on forcefully, he would not have a say in the matter, the power that he felt just by touching was tremendous. After a moment of thinking Harry's curiosity won, he took mask in both hands and brought it closer to his face. He said, ''I hope I will not regret this.'' and did it.

The mask was on his face, at first nothing happened, but suddenly a jolt ran thru his body and he screamed. -more in surprise than pain- Mask began shining with red light and Harry felt his consciousness slipping away, he fell on the cold floor of the church as the light died down.

[Harry's mind]

Harry looked around, there was nothing around him. just darkness. ''Where am I?'' He asked, to his surprise he got an answer.

''We are in your mind.'' Said the women's voice behind him.

Shocked Harry quickly turned around and saw the women, who was not there before. The first thing he noticed about her was that she wore a blindfold, and her cloths were weird. After he regained his composure he asked. ''Who are you? and what does it mean in my mind?''

''It's exactly what it means. We are inside your mind. As for who I am, my name is Theresa, but the important question is who are you young one?''

It took whole minute for her answer to sink in. 'fascinating' Thought excited Harry. He soon realized that she was waiting for the answer. ''…...Harry...nice to meet you(?)'' It came out more of a question than answer, he silently cursed his lack of social skills. ''But'' Looked at her with serious expression ''if this is my mind, then what are you doing here?''

She smiled mysteriously and shook her head. ''That does not matter.''

He scoffed at her non-answer, but there was nothing he could do about it.

''What is it that you want Harry?'' She asked.

He thought carefully, 'what I want huh...I want power to stand up for myself, the knowledge that I can use against those who wronged me, I want them to know that they can't just hurt me without consequences, I want to be...strong.' ''Before I answer, I want to ask you something. What is that mask?''

Theresa clutched her fist, for a moment she looked angry, as if she was remembering something that she wished to forget, but she hid it well. ''The mask is called a soul mask, and long time ago it belonged to my enemy.''

Harry took in the information and nodded in understanding. ''Is it powerful?''

She looked at him and even thought she was wearing a blindfold Harry felt piercing gaze on him ''Yes.''

Raven haired boy sighed. 'I was right.'

She suddenly stumbled, but stayed on foot, she looked to be in pain. ''Listen...'' took a deep breath. ''...Harry, let's make a deal.''

Harry narrowed his eyes. ''What deal? why are you in pain?''

''I thought we had more time but...listen, the power which is held by the mask will be yours if you agree. Also, I am the only thing stopping it from killing you at this moment; mask tricked you into putting it on.''

Harry didn't like not knowing if she was telling the truth or not, but he too felt sudden pain, it was from his scar, he fell and held back a scream of pain. Not having much of a choice, he decided to agree. ''I...ugh...agree.''

The pain suddenly stopped, and the darkness that was previously around; disappeared. Instead bright white light filled his vision. He adjusted to light and looked around; he was alone. suddenly Theresa's voice was coming from everywhere. ''Get ready Harry this will hurt a lot.''

After that Harry felt the pain unlike any he ever felt before, it was like his head would split in two, he wanted to scream, but for some reason he couldn't. The pain was becoming more and more unbearable, he felt as if the blood in his veins was replaced by boiling lava. 'please! Just...just make it stop. PLEASE!...' The pain did not stop for quite some time.

It hurt so much that he couldn't even think properly. He never cried When his relatives or bullies beat him, from young age he was familiar with pain. Harry never gave them the pleasure of knowing that they had broken him, never, but right now, he wished he could cry.

A sudden memory came in his mind, he was in Dursleys cupboard, his uncle gave him a brutal beating after he asked who his parents were, there he made a promise to himself, yes, the promise that he now remembered. 'that's right! the promise, I remember now. I can NOT DIE HERE!' Once again on that day he consecrated on his own power and called upon it. His power answered his call and came to his master, Harry never felt so powerful as he did at that moment, pain was still there, but the power helped him in enduring it.

Finally, after what felt like eternity it stopped, and before Harry passed out due to exhaustion, he heard strangely familiar voice whisper: ''You pass, master.''

[Unknown place]

Theresa looked at young boy. ''Be careful young one, for thy power is dangerous...and you still have our deal to keep.''

She was reluctant to give the soul mask away, after all, it did belong to that abomination...but also it was the only thing that was left from her brother. No, she had to do it. There was no going back to it.

''After all Heroes are not born... they are made.''

[Church]

He was on a boat, and there was only water no matter which way he looked. ''What am I doing here?''

''Harry~''

Harry looked around and narrowed his eyes. ''Show yourself.''

-silence-

''Over here~'' Voice came from the water.

Creeped out Harry went near the edge of a small boat and looked in the water; the moment he did that he froze. In the water, he saw his reflection and more, the mask, he was wearing it. He looked really creepy with it, -runs his fingers on the mask when- suddenly the reflection in the water grabs him by the hand ''Wakey wakey master.''

Harry woke up with a scream. He was breathing heavily, then realized that it was just a dream ''...It felt so real.''

''Maybe because it was?''

He sighed. ''I should have known.''

''...Why are not you afraid?''

Harry snorted. ''I won't fall for the same trick twice.'' He checked his body, it seemed to be alright, so the pain he felt did not left any lasting physical damage. He looked around and saw that he was alone ''So... who am I talking to?''

Voice chuckled. ''You have not named me yet so...''

Harry raised eyebrow. ''I have not named you? why should I name... ok, wrong question. What are you...and where are you?''

''Good, smart master. For your first question, I am...how should I say...power of the mask within you. As for to where I am, well, you hear my voice in your head.''

Harry sighed. ''Great. just what I need, a voice inside my head talking to me.'' He raised hand to rub his eyes. -but touches something that definitely is not his skin- ''WHAT!''

''You are wearing mask master'' Voice replied dryly.

Harry was a bit embarrassed, he had forgotten about that. ''Why are you calling me master?''

''I am consciousness created from the mask, and the mask is part of you now, that means you are in charge. The masks power is yours master.'' Said voice seriously. ''I'll teach you how to take it off and then put it on back, whenever you want me to.''

Black haired boy though about new piece of information he received. ''Anarchy.''

''What?''

''I am naming you Anarchy.''

-pause-

''...Thank you master.''

''So, what should I know about this mask?''

''The soul mask could eat and capture souls. In the past, it belonged to the infamous Jack of blades, but he was defeated by a hero. I don't have the access to the knowledge of how it happened but I know that after their battle, the mask had power of both, hero and the Jack of blades. Master, I am sorry that it is all I know, but the seer took some of my memories and knowledge on the subject as a condition of the deal you two made.'' Answered annoyed Anarchy.

''The seer...do you mean Theresa?''

''Yes, that annoying witch put a limiter on the masks power, it will fade as you grow up, but who DOES SHE THINK SHE IS? HOW DEAR SHE...''

Harry coughed loudly.

''Sorry,'' Sounded embarrassed. ''I lost track on a subject at hand.''

So many questions were flowing in Harry's head, but first he asked what he wanted to know the most. ''What was that pain I felt and what do you know about the deal.''

''The pain was contribution of different things, like mask fusing with you and a thing I am not aware of. I don't know much about the deal you two made, besides the fact that it created me.''

Black haired boy thought about the events that have happened and sighed at limited information, but he would not look a gift horse in the mouth, after all, there were many things to know, like: ''Tell me more about this power.''

-Time skip-

Harry was in front of Dursleys home. He already knew how to use some powers of Will and was ready for payback. It was night, to think that it has been just few hours. He looked around and frowned. ''Looks like pain affected my sense of time. Oh well, nothing I can do about it.''

He went inside his relative's house, the moment he closed the door he heard his uncles shout of ''BOY! COME HERE AND CLEAN.'' from the kitchen.

Harry smirked, it looked like guests have already left. He went in the dining room where his uncle sat on a chair watching TV.

''If you do it fast, maybe...we'll even feed you.'' Said oversized man while not looking away from TV.

Harry looked over table that was full of leftover food.

''Um...uncle Vernon where are aunt petunia and Dudley?'' Asked Harry with an innocent and shy voice that he used when he talked to his relatives.

''(still watching TV) ...She and Dudley are with Marjorie, her dog is ill. Now, clean!'' Ordered head of the Dursley family.

''...You know, I don't think I will.''

''...'' -pause-

(Looked from the TV and glared at him) ''What did you say!'' he hissed in a low voice while turning purple from anger.

Harry walked near table, ''I said Exactly what you heard,'' took a cookie and ate it, then looked at his uncle dead in the eyes. ''And I think I'll be taking Dudley's toy room as my new room...for the time being.''

Vernon Dursley was furious. He lunched at Harry with fists, all the while yelling ''YOU LITTLE FREAK, HOW DARE YOU TALK TO ME THAT WAY!''

If it was any other day he would have panicked, but not today. Now he had what it took to defend himself. Back in the church Anarchy has explained how to use his new power and just when his uncle was about to punch him in the face he used Assassin Rush to get behind him. ''What? where did...''

Before he could turn around Harry pointed his left hand at his uncle and sent him flying towards the wall with a Force Push. -Crash! - Some of the pictures on the wall fell down and broke. Black haired boy looked at his hands. ''I barely put much of a Will power in it and it is still this strong.'' He muttered under his breath. His thoughts were full of desire to learn more, but he had a nine, (looked at the watch on his hand,01:45 AM it was already his birthday.) no, ten years of beating to return. He took half empty bottle of champagne from the table and spilled it on his unconscious uncle's head.

A blood was coming from Vernon's nose, clearly, it was broken. Once he regained he consciousness, he shrunk back in fear while trembling like a mouse in front of the snake. Harry was pleased with amount of fear he saw in man's eyes. 'Serves him right.'

He gave menacing grin, to which his uncle froze completely out of terror, then he sat himself on the chair next to the table and put on a cold smile. ''Now, dear uncle, I going to ask questions and you are going answer me only with truth.'' With a snap of his fingers; small ball of fire appeared in his hand. ''Or else.''

-Time skip-

''So, I am a wizard...a wizard, it does feel...right.'' He was in his new room. His uncle become quite talkative after seeing his fireball up close, he spilled the beans so to say. Now, he knew more about himself and his power. ''It was magic all along. Is Will power also magic?''

''Not in the way you think master, from what that pig has told us, it is different from the way we use it, but I will be able tell more after I witness it myself. I think that their understanding of magic is different from mine.'' Said Anarchy.

Harry frowned. ''Looks like we have to wait and see, he did say that the letter would come at the age of eleven, until then I'll train myself in the power of Will.''

''Master, what about your parents? Dirty animal said they were killed.''

Young wizard looked at the floor, after minute of silence, he lifted his head up and smiled. ''I have waited ten years to know at least a fraction of what I know now, I guess I can wait a little longer.''

''Pig also mentioned that there are people after us, people, that want you dead.'' Anarchy sounded concerned.

''I have nothing to fear, after all, I am not weak anymore.'' Answered Harry. ''Besides, I have you now.'' he added.

''...Yes, my master.'' Said Anarchy, who was secretly proud that his master had confidence in him.

While laying himself on the bed, Harry thought about everything that occurred in past 24 hours, his day began miserably, but then the mask, Theresa, the deal, Anarchy, a retribution for how he was treated and the existence of whole new world with people like him happened. 'A crazy day huh.'

He especially burned in his memory the fear, no, the terror that he saw in his uncle's eyes, he liked that feeling, of someone who hurt him for so long being so scared of him. He wanted his aunt and cousin to come back soon, he wanted to show them that he could defend himself and see the same fear he saw in his uncle's eyes flash thru their eyes as well.

He felt himself going to sleep. When he was already half asleep, he mumbled ''Good night, Anarchy.''

''Good night to you too, master.'' Replied Anarchy in a low and (unnoticeable to Harry) adoring voice.

-Random sense on how story developed after that-

Year later since church incident. He was already in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the magical world fascinated him, so many things to know and learn. He saw a few things that this kind of magic could do, it was so different from the magic of Will and yet so similar. Harry trained himself in the powers of will for a whole year, Anarchy has remarked that he was very talented, but he had so much more to learn in both Will and his natural magic. Hagrid, a sugar happy half-giant, has escorted him thru diagon alley and gave him the key to his trust vaults in gringotts. (he was apparently a very wealthy individual. He had talked to goblins secretly from his companion and they said he would be able fully to take his inheritance at the age of 14, not a day sooner. No matter, he would be returning in diagon alley and he would definitely visit other alleys, the ones Hagrid has mentioned not to go in because of the amount of dark magic they sold there.)

Young wizard learned that his family was killed by a dark lord known as Lord Voldemort, (So, this is how I got my scar.) strangely, he did not feel anything on the matter, no sadness for his parent's death, no anger for their killer, nothing. He wondered if it was because of the mask or his relative's treatment that he developed sociopathic tendencies, oh well, people already thought of him as a freak, so who was he to disappoint. Speaking of his `beloved` relatives, they acted as they were told and Harry left them alone... mostly, - 3:) - he sometimes scared them shirtless, but they deserved it. After a decade of beating, humiliation and starvation (he was sure that if it was not for his magic, he would have died.) they deserved harsher treatment, but he still needed them as his legal guardians in muggle (As Hagrid told him) world until he was 14 and besides that, they were not important enough for him to even step on them.

Harry also learned that he was famous because he `Supposedly` defeated the same dark lord after the latter killed his parents. Well, he was not interested in fame. (As long as it didn't interfere with his studies, he was fine with it.) His scar was something he wanted to study as well.

[Sorting ceremony, Great Hall.]

''I know, HUFFLEPUFF!'' Yelled sorting hat. (cheers(!) and applause came from Hufflepuff table.) Girl happily ran to them and sat herself near her fellow first years.

''Harry Potter!'' Professor McGonagall announced.

And as if by magic, {pun intended.} all noise died down, it happened so fast that Harry for a moment wondered if somebody had cast silencing charm on him. All eyes were on him, following his every move as he sat on a chair, then MacGonagel put hat on his head and his vision darkened.

''Hmm... that is unusual, such potential is rare, and your thirst for knowledge is phenomenal. I wonder, where should I put you? definitely not Gryffindor, its either Slytherin or Ravenclaw, but which one? Hmm... what's this...yes, certainly that is where you belong, good luck and don't worry, I can't read minds, I only see people's personalities, yours is...exquisite, to say the least.'' ''SLYTHERIN!''

(No applauses, no cheers, no smiles, nothing, just dumbfound expressions and open mouths) 'Well, that's a real confidence builder, -not that I need any- not to mention rude.' Thought young wizard as he sat at snakes table. He looked around, everyone was still looking at him. (Many shocked faces were gaping at him, as if him sitting there was something so incomprehensible that they could not quite grasp the idea of it yet.) MacGonagel was not even calling names anymore, in fact, scroll which she was reading before was on the ground now. Getting annoyed by their stares Harry coughed loudly, people snapped out of it and the room erupted in outrage.

[17 Years later. Ministry of magic. Trial:]

Young man in his twenties with black hair and striking green eyes was chained to chair in a middle of the wizengamot trial, he wore standard prison cloths. He was at first accused of controlling Dementors, then case came to his experiments in dark arts, evading arrest, and his apparent danger to society. The new minister of magic has issued an order for his arrest year ago, he was taken in yesterday and today was his (fake.) trial.

Harry Peverell Potter was very annoyed, these imbeciles have arrested him (Well, he let them but that's not the point.) and the reason was hilarious, they accused him of murdering his own relatives, with a Dementors kiss of all things. 'Complete lack of class.' thought Harry. He of course knew that Dementors were sent by the new minister of magic Dolores fucking Umbridge, they could have chosen literary anyone and `this` was their choice? pathetic. (Harry has heard of her from Draco, she was a blood purist, she rose to power by continuously betraying her superiors and her hypocrisy was second to Voldemorts.)

Back to the subject at hand; his `dear` uncle and aunt had their souls sucked out, their son survived because he was not home at that time. But Harry already knew who was behind it all, Umbridge could not have thought of it, so it left only one person, the one who was trying to manipulate him from the day he first came to Hogwarts.

''The court gives a word to Professor Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore'' Announced pink toad.

'Bingo.' Thought Harry.

''What a twist, who would have thought.'' Agreed Anarchy sarcastically.

Dumbledore went up on a platform and began his believable speech. ''Ladies and gentlemen of the wizengamot. Today we are here to decide the punishment for this man's crimes. (a pause) He had a tragic past, his parents were murdered in front of him by the dark lord when he was just an infant, then by the will...''

'That was forged by you, meddling. Old. Goat.' Added Harry in his thoughts.

''of his parents, he was put in a care of the Dursley family, a lovely Ms. Petunia loved him as if he was her own son, Mr. Vernon was like a father to him and Dudley Dursley took the role of his older brother, he was loved and cared by everyone; unfortunately,'' Sad face. ''all that made him arrogant and self-obsessed from the young age.'' He looked at everyone with grandfatherly eyes to make it seem like he could never tell lies, and continued with his charade.

Harry was not impressed. 'So, that's his play huh, making me look like an egocentric prick. It's either that, or he and I have different understanding of love. He's been trying hold me under his control since Hogwarts.'

''After he came in Hogwarts, he was immediately sorted in Slytherin,'' Whispers and mumbles of ''Dark wizard'' ran thru wizengamot. (To which Harry snorted.) ''where he became their favorite.''

''Favorite outcast that is.' Thought Harry bitterly. His fellow classmates barely even talked to him. (He after all `supposedly` killed their beloved dark lord.) Only people who talked to him were Weasley twins who were also Slytherin. (Because of that they were black sheep of their family -all of whom were Gryffindor- and school. -Slytherins did not liked them for obvious reasons, their family had close ties to Dumbledore and the light side in general, and the rest of the school was not fond of them cuz of their pranks, but most of all for being in Slytherin.- They were similar, that made twins like Harry who didn't judge them for who they were.) Of course, it all changed when school learned (Someone thought it to be a good idea to put a snake in his book.) that he was a parseltongue, he really become their most respected, even Malfoy wanted to make friends with him. All the while rest of the school disliked (Except twins and few others.) him even more.

''Especially, after he showed that he was a …(dramatic pause)... parseltongue'' Added headmaster.

Gasps and shouts of panic and outrage exploded everywhere. Umbridge drew her wand and put it on her throat. Her magically amplified voice yelled. ''SILENCE IN THE COURTROOM!''

People cringed at her voice. Dumbledore nodded at her. ''Thank you madame minister. Now, where were we? ah yes, mister Potter. From the day, he came in my school, I knew something was not right, after all, James and Lily were not arrogant. His only true friends were the books in the library, he never played quidditch, frequently visited restricted section without permission from any of the teachers, his thirst for power was unquestionable and his talent it dark arts undeniable, he was genius in magic.'' Walked near Harry and drew his wand. Black haired boy was taken back by that and -in response he- narrowed his eyes. 'What is he up to?'

Bearded wizard continued. ''After graduating from school, he worked as an unspeakable for five years,'' Fear spread thru people in the room, to become an unspeakable straight after graduating was unheard of, most people waited for decades and still failed to fit necessary requirements. They were like black ops of magical world, the elite. ''then you suddenly quit and started traveling around the world, studying different kind of spells and magic, one of which is spell of magic mirage; like the one you are using right now.'' Harry's eyes widened.

Old wizard pointed his wand and waved it in front of him, after which he muttered some strange incantation. ''Is not that right Mr. Potter?'' Asked he consideringly.

Harry had to hold back a hiss. The magic in the air which was holding his fake appearance started dissolving very slowly, to the people it looked like he started melting. 'That was unexpected, to think that he knew that I was using the spell to hide my true form. That was a miscalculation on my part, but it does not matter, so as long as he did not know what's underneath my illusion to this day, then my plan should proceed without problems'.

After a minute of dissolving, the spell finally broke and everyone saw young wizard's true appearance. (Loud gasps and sounds of astonishment.)

Now, instead of young man in his twenties, they saw a young boy, who was between the ages of 14 and 15. Absolute silence fell in wizengamot, they all needed time to take in what just happened, even Dumbledore looked stunned by the revelation. 'Good, he did not know.' thought Harry.

His age was not the only factor that was incomprehensible, his skin pale, messy black hair, but the most frightening thing for the witches and wizards there, were his eyes. They were

green like gems, but that was nothing new, it was his pupils (and skin around his eyes) that got to them, they were not humans. They were that of a snake. In a sense, it was exotically elegant and beautiful, but not to the people gathered there.

''Your eyes are beautiful, master.'' Said Anarchy.

'Now is not a good time, but thanks.'Thought black haired wizard.

''What is the meaning of this Albus!?'' Hissed terrified Umbridge.

Old wizard quickly regained his composure and found a way to use new the revelation to his advantage. He put on a face that was full of regrets. ''I'm afraid his experiments in dark arts went too far, he is no longer human. I don't know what he turned himself into, but I do know that he's too dangerous.''

Harry's eyes widened. 'Bastard wants to dismiss my rights as a wizard by classifying me as a magical creature.'

It worked, the wizengamot was in panic. In her anger minister yelled: ''Take that creature'' (disgust clear in her voice.) ''out of my sight!... the punishment for his crimes will be decided later.''

[Ministry of magic, detention area. Holding cell.]

1 Hour later.

He was in a -surprisingly clean- holding cell, they added more chains. Cell was small, one bed, and one chair. He could feel the strength of enchantments and runes (which were on the bars.) crushing on him, they were limiting the use of his magic. Young wizard sighed and laid himself on the bed.

''That went well.'' stated Anarchy sarcastically.

Harry agreed completely, it was unpleasant and stupid, but everything was going according to his plan. Wizengamots decision did not matter, after all, he already knew his sentence and had plan in action to evade it.

''Hello, Harry.'' said annoyingly familiar voice.

It caught him off guard, but he didn't show it. 'I'd know that voice anywhere...' thought irritated Harry. ''Hello to you too, professor.''

''...'' -Awkward silence-

''Saw you in court, good speech by the way, great beginning, a memorable end, and not much in between.'' added Harry.

He sat up to look at his old teacher. ''So, what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?''

Old wizard sighed, a following conversation was not going be the easy one. ''Wizengamot decided to sentence you to death.'' He said gravely.

Young wizard had to cover his face with his hands, if he had not, Dumbledore would see a grin on it. ''By...?''

''The Veil.''

Harry regained his composure and looked at the older wizard in the eyes. ''When?''

Dumbledore avoided eye contact and answered. ''Tomorrow, at noon.''

Satisfied with answer, he sat himself on a chair. ''Why are you here? don't tell me you wanted to say `hello` to your old student.''

Elder wizard took out his wand and conjured a chair for himself, after getting comfortable on it, he asked. ''What do you know about a wizard known as Jack of blades.''

Harry's eyes narrowed. Did he know about it(?) or was he just suspicious of him, either way, it was bad for him. ''He is a wizard that killed Voldemort after the later came back from dead and attacked Hogwarts, no one knows what he looks like because of his mask. As you already know, I was there when it happened, it was in my 6th year; dark lord attacked the school when you were away, but even for him, it was no easy task to brake in Hogwarts. So, with his army of death eaters and dark creatures, he created one of the strongest barriers in the wizarding world around the school. We were cut off from the outside world, school became our prison; it was as if we were in a cage. Now, he had all the time in the world to break down the protection, but instead, he proposed a duel between him and me. That's when Jack of blades comes in a game; out of nowhere, he appeared in the anti-apparition area before him and accepted the challenge instead of me. They dueled in the forbidden forest, two hours later, he emerged victorious, after which he disappeared. No one has heard of him since then.''

Aged wizard cocked his head. With calm voice, he said: ''I already know that, what I want to know is whether you know him personally or not.''

'I must tread this carefully.' Thought Harry. ''Besides what I told you; I don't know anything.''

Eyes narrowed. ''You are lying!''

Harry mentally cursed himself for forgetting who he was up against, Dumbledore was the best wizard there was, he had many masteries on magical subjects, one of which was legilimency, the art which allowed the experienced user to know if someone was lying. ''Why do you care!?''

Dumbledore glared at the empty space above Harry for a minute, then he answered. ''He is too dangerous... like you.''

Black haired wizard glared at him with hate. ''DANGEROUS!?...DON'T GIVE ME THAT CRAP, EVERYTHING YOU CAN'T CONTROL IN CONSIDERED DANGEROUS TO YOU! YOU OLD HYPOCRITE!''

His old teacher scowled. ''My boy, look at you. You are 28 and barely look 15. Don't tell me that's not dangerous and your eyes... for how long have you been hiding your true form?'' said he with betrayed voice.

Harry was furious. ''What's with that voice,(?!) you have a nerve to feel betrayed.(!?) You put that puppet as a minister, gave a speech against me, you have no right to feel betrayed.''

''You studied dark arts, I had to stop you before you became another dark lord!'' Albus yelled.

''I wanted to study magic. Not just limited one version, but all of it!?'' Harry hissed.

They started glaring at each other and arguing. After two hours of their arguing, Anarchy intertwined. ''Master, please.''

Harry snapped out of it. ''Just go. If you remember, thanks to you, I have a date with death tomorrow.'' said he coldly.

Dumbledore too snapped out of their arguing and decided to honor his wish. ''Before I go.'' he gave him a newspaper (Daily Prophet) and left.

(Looking at the newspaper) Harry sighed and started reading it. ''Boy who killed captured!?'' he groaned. ''This is gonna be a long night.''

''Is everything going well, master?''

'Dumbledore suspects something, but he does not know that Jack of blades is me so...' Young wizard gave a sinister chuckle. ''Yes, everything is going according to plan. Soon, we'll be in Albion.''

[Department of Mysteries.]

Death chamber was remodeled into ceremonial execution room, it was brighter and cleaner. Many people gathered to see the death of infamous demon child. (As he was now called.) News of his capture, the trial and apparent non-humanity spread like fiendfyre thru wizarding world. They did not have to wait long, the door opened and seven aurors escorted a chained prisoner towards the veil.

Harry was excited, soon, his plan would be complete. Once he was near the Veil he turned around and saw pink frog giving her speech. ''Harry potter, you have been found guilty by Wizengamot, as a punishment for your crimes against magic itself you will pass thru the veil. Any last words?'' She looked very smug and happy saying that. She was in for a surprise.

Harry looked around, he was looking for someone. His gaze settled on Rita Skeeter, reporter for Daily Prophet and she was also important piece in his plan. She saw his gaze on her and nodded slightly, after which she silently left the room. Once Rita was outside she took out her wand and pointed it at the doors, it took a little time for her to trigger the runes (which were specifically created that way.) the way she needed. Doors closed, (blue light shone slightly on it for a few seconds) with that, no one would be able to leave. Journalist looked at the doors. ''This is going to be a scandal of the century, I better go and start writing.'' She said happily and left as quickly as she could.

Felling that everything was in place, (runes pressure on him was lifted.) Harry decided to start, scary smile crept on his face. ''Yes, madam minister, I do have a few things I would like to say!'' He said with a chuckle as Rains of Castamere melody started.

People looked at each other, murmurs ran thru crowd. Angered Dolores Umbridge hissed. ''Where`s this music coming from!?''

Without answering her, he continued. ''I have been labeled as an abomination to wizarding kind and the magic itself, you have given me chains and insults, not to mention manhunt for a whole year. I have been remiss to show my emotions, I have given you my acceptance and silence on your fraud trial, but I have not shown you the hostility you deserve.'' His smile was terrifying. ''You see, everyone here is a pureblood supremacist, criminal, death eater, or other kind of scum. A portion of worst high standing trash that our society can offer, it was not easy to gather you all in one place, you would not come out of your cozy hideouts without a good reason, of course, I could hunt you down one by one, but it takes very long time. So, instead I decided to have you all come to me here, except Dumbledore, who I had to lure away in France. Now, I have you all of you where I need you to be, in a trap from which you cannot escape, for me...'' Harry Laughed. ''...to slaughter.''

People panicked. Soon, there was a chaos, lot of pushing and shoving, all trying open magically sealed doors with no success. Minister shouted: ''That's quite enough of that, aurors! push him into the Veil!'' none of the seven aurors obeyed her command. Umbridge was turning pink (more than usual) from anger. ''I am the minister of magic, I order you to kill that creature, NOW!''

Harry shook his head. ''No use, they are under Imperio.'' He had thoughtful look as Chains that were on him disappeared in a black smoke. ''I think you are right, I should stop playing around. Boys! begin.'' Harry conjured a chair and sat on it as aourors took out their wands. ''And make it bloody please! I need blood for ritual to work. Also, keep the minister alive...for now.''

Aurors complied. ''Sectumsempra!'' cut thru several people, some decapitated, others cut in half. ''Bombarda!'' wizards exploded, body parts are scattered around the area of the curse. Some tried to fight back, key word tried, the moment they uttered a single spell, their wands caught fire and turned to ashes, apparition was also impossible. The whole room was designed to be a trap, and the rains of Castamere was still playing. Harry was looking at imperiod aurors brutal massacre. Once they were done, only Dolores Umbridge was left in a sea of blood and dead bodies. She was from head to toes covered in blood, frozen in fear, not moving an inch with a wand in her right hand.

Harry stood up from the chair and snapped his fingers, the music stopped. ''Thank Merlin. All that pink was getting on my nerves.'' 'Now, one last detail before we begin.'

She came to her senses, still terrified, started backing away. ''NO! GET AWAY FROM ME YOU MONSTER! IMPURE FILTH! SE-SECTUMSEMPRA!'' Harry easily deflected the spell and acciod her wand to himself. 'Done!' Thought he.

Wizard looked around the room one more time. ''Hmm... it seems we are done here...almost.'' Looked at blood covered woman who shrunk back in fear at his gaze. ''Huhuhuhu... you know, it took me a while to get everything in place, I had one of my subordinates use a legilimency on you to orchestrate this situation, we inspirited thoughts in your mind, your decision to send me through Veil, to gather as much as bad people in this room by using your political and personal influence with a promise that they would watch me die, all of that, all the decisions that you made which lead to this moment were influenced by me.'' She was stunned by the revelation, mouth open and eyes wide.

''Th-That's i-impossible you could not have...I would have noticed!'' She was in denial.

Harry raised an eyebrow. ''Would you now. Just face it, you are a puppet, but not Dumbledores as he and you thought, no, you are my puppet and now, I have no more use for you.'' He said with smile.

She kneeled on the ground and stated begging. (tears.) ''Please let me go, I'll do everything you want me to, please, everyone you killed today(!) I can cover it up, just one more unsolved case and your other charges as well, you'll be a free man again, I swear, please, let me just walk out of here...'' she started crawling towards doors in mid-sentence, but auror stood in her way. ''don't kill me!'' She shrieked.

''And why would I let you do that? besides, who said that I was going to kill you?'' She looked up with hope. ''after all, you still have a part to play in my plan.'' he smirked. ''You see, there is a reason why your wand was not destroyed when you fired a curse, only ones who can use magic here and not lose a wand are aurors, me, and of course the minister of magic.''

''R-Really?'' Hope was clear in her voice.

''Really.'' He assured her. Harry smiled and points his wand at her, ''Obliviate.'' and she's rendered unconscious.

Looking at her, Harry frowned. ''Idiot.'' Threw her wand near her hand. ''The last spell you used was cutting (sectumsempra.) curse, when your wand is checked, they'll think it was you who killed everyone here, and the wards in the room are limiting the use of magic for an `unauthorized` person, which will support the idea that you are the culprit. Everyone will think that I am dead, you will take blame and the punishment for all this.'' Harry overlooked his plan, things were going smoothly, he was about to give order to aurors when; Lucius Malfoy emerged from the pile of bodies with his family sword in his hand and attacked him. (His blond hair was painted red with blood; he could easily be mistaken for a Weasley.)

Harry was surprised by sudden attack on his person and used Force Push to throw the man away from him. Lucius crushed into the wall and dropped his sword. Suddenly, black smoke appeared around Harry's clothes and changed it. Now, instead of a prison uniform he wore long black robes, (black from the outside but red from the inside.) enchanted black dragonhide combat boots, also, black shirt and black pants. -both enchanted- He then placed hood on his head and walked near his attacker. (who seemed unconscious) ''Well, what(?) do we here...'' He had to cut himself off, because, death eater was just pretending to be knocked out. Pureblood wizard lunched himself at his sword, once he had it in his hands, he leaped towards Harry and swung it, -with intent to cut of his head- but he was stopped by the big black serpent. -which came out of Harrys left sleeve- The sword was deflected on its surprisingly hard scales, in a moment snake wrapped around his body and started slowly crushing him. 'Impossible! my family sword has never been blocked by anything.' Thought Lucius as he was gasping for breath.

He couldn't take creatures strength anymore and dropped his weapon, he was about to lose consciousness when the pressure was lifted off him, he was on a ground, gasping for breath. Black serpent -who was taller and larger then Harry- started shrinking until it was size of a full-grown mens arm, now that Lucius got a better look at it, he saw that the snake was partly made out of the black smoke and that its eyes were white -two, small, white lights-. Obviously, dark magic was involved.

''...Lucius Malfoy, you are indeed a true Slytherin, waiting for me to drop my guard.'' Said Harry as he suddenly levitated him in the air with a wave of his hand, his prisoner was not able to move any part of the body, except for his head. Snake wrapped around Harrys hand and vanished in his left sleeve. If you took a closer look, the tattoo of black snake was visible on young wizards left hand. ''Do you like her? she is something I created over the years, great familiar she is. Her name is Earl, Earl Shadowfallen.'' Black haired wizard seemed proud.

''Potter...why don't you just die?!'' Asked Malfoy senior after minute of silence.

''You would like that, wouldn't you?... of course, you would. Considering the amount of assassin wizards and creatures that came after me past few years, that would make you very happy. Unfortunately for you, I have no desire to make you happy.'' Harrys serpent like green eyes turned cold as he spoke.

Lucius sneered. ''Just kill me already, you filthy Mudblood!''

Harry rolled his eyes. 'Here comes the racism. That load of supremacy crap is too old and illogical.' Now that he thought of it, he remembered Draco saying something about how his father might attend his death penalty. 'Well then, looks like Draco will be getting the thing he always wanted, after all.'

He picked up Malfoy sword and swung it two times, sword itself was very glamorous, Flyssa style, made out of an unknown silvery metal, infused with a powerful magic to serve head of the family. It was a shame that the current user could not fully utilize its power, maybe Draco would be able to do it? 'Only time can tell.'

Harry looked at his prisoner and saw bewildered expression on his face. He thought back on everything he knew about the weapon and remembered that if someone tried to wield it without permission from head or the heir of the Malfoy family would die. 'It's a good thing that Draco is a committed member of my group.' Thought he with uneasy smile.

''How?'' Whispered Lucius, but Harry heard him.

Black haired wizard smirked as he thought of a very cruel end for his captive. ''This sword belonged to your ancestor Nicholas Malfoy, it was given to him by Salazar Slytherin himself for his loyalty, I must confess it's my first time actually seeing it, But enough of the history lesson. You probably wonder, why I'm still alive?''

Death eater gave no answer. His face betrayed nothing, but his eyes did.

Harry walked near his prisoner and whispered in his ear: ''Well... Draco sends his regards.''

In that moment of realization, several emotions appeared on his face. Hurt, shock, (very small part of) denial, but most visible of them all was betrayal. When Harry saw that, he immediately cut elder Malfoys throat with his own famed sword. Small river of blood was coming down his throat when Harry released the spell that held him in the air, his cold dead body was dropped on the ground. Harry observed him for a minute and muttered: ''He... didn't even notice that his throat was cut - died with that look on his face.''

-Silence-

''Master...'' Concerned Anarchy started saying, but he was cut off by his master. ''Check for survivors, I don't need any more unanticipated interruptions.'' Ordered Harry coldly.

Aurors started looking for survivors, when none turned up, Green eyed wizard gave them another order. ''On your places, we are starting now.''

In a minute, seven aurors were standing in a circle around the ominous Veil. Harry -who not far behind them- took out his wand (11" long, holly wood, phoenix feather core) form his robes and frowned. ''My wand won't be enough. I'll have to use the other one.''

''But master, it's too `unstable, ` last time you used it- the drain was too much.''

He sighed. ''I know, but our chances are higher with it.''

''Are we even sure that this portal will take us to Albion?''

Harry summoned the elder wand which appeared in his right hand in a black smoke. ''My research indicated that as long as we give it enough magical energy, it will take us anywhere.''

''Begin!'' He called.

Seven aurors pointed their wands at the Veil and started chanting different incantations. 'The wards in the room are my work, it's not just a trap to kill my enemies, no, the outer magic of their blood is kept in this room. This kind of wild magic would normally be untouchable, but wards will concentrate it in elder wand and from it towards the Veil.'

Suddenly aurors turned into the blue mist of energy that went in the Veil, which in return started shining with golden light. ''NOW!'' Harry too pointed his elder wand towards the veil. Great amount of heat was going thru him, but it did not hurt, the light in the veil grew. This went on for ten minutes, and Harry was already losing consciousness, knowing that he was at his limit, he ran in the light of the Vale just before losing his awareness.