Revelations

Disclaimer: This is the third book in which Dark Lord Harry James Potter plays, the sequel to Exodus. It features some gruesome stuff, which I shall not tell more….

Harry Ascendant!

And so it did came to pass, that our God passed from mortal to God, switching his mortality with the magic that runs inherent of us all. The magical power that He possesses surpasses every mortal in the multiverse, being the well of life and his only true power. Our God made the laws of magic be reversed, that every magical being should be taking magical energy from him, as the source of it all. His Change has never recorded before in documented history, nor do the theories as to His Ascension fit with the stories about magical maturity.

Let it be documented that Our God does not wish anyone to not feel the throes of magic within them when they use them for the spread of material that is Heresy against him. He is our God and he shall forever be Our God. In His Name we believe, in His power we shall grow. He guides us and governs our magic.

Taken from the book of Revelations, written by an unknown author in the Age of Magic

Harry could feel how the power settled down within him, vibrant colors swimming in his mind as the magic in the area seemed to have been pulled into him, all life around him being far more vibrant then it used to be. The power that flowed through his body now was something that was awesome and terrifying at the same time, since he could feel how it simmered within him, making him think about something else but the feeling of magic.

With a stray thought about wanting to sit somewhere, a throne materialized in front of him, making him sit down on it and admire the ashes of his fallen younger other-dimensional self. For a moment, he thought about how fun it would be if young Harry was alive once more and in slow motion, he watched how magic began to reconstruct Harry from the ashes once more, looking at him as the winds of magic began to blow new life within the husk, Harry falling to the ground to look up at him.

"What?" Was the first question out of his mouth as he looked at his older self. "What is the wrong question Harry… if my guess is correct; I have just become one of the most powerful beings in the universe… How it came to be is just something that I want to find out…" for a moment, he looked at his younger self, thinking about stuff and how great it was to have all this kind of power and with a mere thought, he incinerated Harry once more, his body slowly burning as life had left it the moment that the skin had started to blacken.

"Pity…" with a mere thought, the ash was banished from existence. He knew things now, knew places, knew people… he knew all that had to do with magic, magic being the prime thing that made him up. For a moment, he watched things as he floated into the air, his magic sustaining him effortless. The feeling of being free like a bird made him open a portal and he just floated through it, becoming invisible with a thought in his mind.

When he exited the portal, he watched as he saw the Potter house in front of him, feeling that Lily and James Potter were still alive in this dimension and that there was another person there, along with little Harry. For a moment, he thought about toying with them but then decided against it, since it would be far nicer to just possess little Harry and see how it all went along…

For a moment, he felt displaced and then could feel how he was in control of the small body. He looked up at his mother and then asked her politely if he might have a cookie. Lily smiled at that and then handed him one from the dish on the side.

Harry didn't really mind being in this body for some time, since his parents appeared to be generally good people, often reading him a bedtime story. In the three years that passed he got all the love and affection that a child could want, something that he hadn't gotten in the years that he had spent as a dimension traveler, until his ascension to a higher being. The child version of himself that he had replaced was dead now, its personality and soul being dead to the world due to a head trauma one day when he had crashed down the stairs after being a bit too excited and forgetting that he wasn't a big man at the time. Of course, he had acted like nothing had been wrong, save for the fact that his entire body hurt and that it had all been very frightening for him, but after it had happened, the child had apparently been dead or something, since he never got any reply back. The child used to talk to him at times, with him being always able to say something back, despite the fact that there was such a huge age barrier. For the first time, he really felt nice and comfortable and felt the urge to do good for once.

In all of his life, he never really had the opportunity to make things go well for the rest of the earth, only being focused on hate and anger, but that all changed with the time he spent with his family, without trying to kill some of the members.

He also had a little sister, who was hailed as the prophecy child by the wizarding world for supposedly killing Lord Voldemort. He knew that that was pretty much his job and it still was, since he had the scar, but what surprised him was that neither of his parents was showing any favoritism to her, Jennifer Lilian Potter.

As the years passed, he could find himself beginning to smile a lot more, despite being serious most of the time. He never really made friends with Ron Weasley, due to the intense dislike he still harbored for the child, knowing him to be a glutton and a false friend. For a moment, he looked at the way that the things had been going and of course had noticed that Order meetings had become rather frequent in the last few months, even going as far as to ask whether Uncle Moody came to visit again on Sunday.

When he had first met the old Auror, he had instinctively withdrawn to his mother, his eyes going to the ground as to not give any chance at having his mind read and being found out for his shields being high enough to look like Fort Knox in America. Moody had just laughed at the behavior and said that it was only normal for a kid to be scared of how he was looking and that Harry shouldn't be too worried, because he only ate kids for breakfast…

"Mommy, does he really eat kids for breakfast?" was the question that came from his lips, making his mother laugh slightly and shake her head. "No sweetie, Mister Moody always says that to little children to scare them. If you get to know him better, he's a very nice man, although a bit paranoid."

"Mommy, what's paranoit?" Lily shook her head, the smile on her face not going away in the slightest. "It's about being suspicious Harry." Harry nodded and then walked towards Moody. "You are a bad man." For a moment, the Auror seemed to stiffen, then a smile broke out on his face, making it look creepier then before. "Of course I am one, but I also strive to uphold the law and send bad men to jail."

Harry smiled at that, acting like the little child he had always wanted to be and asked some more questions, all of which were answered with a smile, the one being given the most answer to was the one of what he did to bad men. "I usually capture them with a stunner or I'll just blow off a leg or something like that. See my wooden leg? It's something I got while chasing down this evil man who had been hurting some of my buddies. I can tell ya all kinds of stories about them, but I'm afraid I haven't got the time today, some other time, okay?"

Harry nodded slightly, smiling like all children could and Moody grinned back, making Harry think a little about what he had been getting from the man there was a small hint of affection for little children within him.

The rest of the week was fairly uneventful, making him wonder about the entire thing with the order. He played with Jennifer a bit, acting like a little kid who liked to play with his sister, though he retreated to the library once again.

He was just reading a spell book that dealt with the cleaning of the house and other sorts of spells when Sirius Black, his selfnamed Dogfather and actual Godfather entered the room, looking for him and smiling slightly as he saw him reading such a book that should be pretty tough for a kid to read. "Harry, interested in playing a game of Quidditch with me and your dad?" for a moment, Harry smiled and put the book aside, looking at the man and then giving his reply; "Of course Sirius, I'm always up for a game against you and dad."

For the rest of the day, he played Quidditch with his father and Sirius, with some other Order members joining in and generally being fun and all. He was weary as he touched down on the ground, his back aching and he suppressed the urge to go into his natural form and then crack his back, to get the stress out of it.

The moment that he seated himself at the table, he knew that something was going on. Everyone looked a bit saddened and even Lily looked somewhat put out from her usual radiant manner of moving. He narrowed his eyes and then looked at his parents, James still being somewhat cheerful, but the moment something was whispered into his ear by Kingsley, his grin faltered and he closed his eyes and then sighed deeply, putting a smile on his face again, probably something to comfort them.

The next day, he asked his ever-loving and doting Dogfather to get him a blank book, so he could take some notes, asking for a thick one, with a leather cover. Sirius looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "You aren't going to become a bookworm like Lily, I hope? Merlin forbid if you ever will…"

Harry cast him a baleful glare, looking at the man and then deciding not to deign with a reply. Some things were better not said.

Three hours later, he was busy writing in his new grimoire, Sirius having given him one of his old empty books, which usually was used for writing memoirs. There was a silence in the library as nobody was using it. Harry's eyes glowed red as the words wrote themselves on the parchment.

… and then a flick and a twirl, finishing off with a little curve to the right, then adding a new circle to the spell, continuing with a flick of the wrist, completing the spell. The unfortunate person will then be engulfed in a wave of fire. Counterspell against Irrimolatus

Harry was so immersed in writing his own grimoire that he didn't notice the door to the library opening and a person coming inside, apparently looking for something, then noticing him and sneaking up to him. "Harry, I've been searching for you all over. Sirius mentioned something about you having wanted a book to write in and having given you one of his old ones, so I was curious as to what you actually wrote."

Lily Potter looked at her son, who had looked up at her, his cute emerald eyes meeting her own and she smiled as she saw that there was some very good handwriting there, looking very neat and precise. She was interested in what he had written, since anything from her darling son would be golden in her eyes. She adored him completely, almost more than James since he had been the eldest, the firstborn and the most beautiful in her eyes. He was beautiful in every aspect, his black hair and green eyes making her melt a little bit on the inside every moment she stared at him. There was a silence as she contemplated her feelings, as an aching went through her body, a desire unfulfilled due to James being away so much.

"Mum, if you want to see what I wrote, please take into consideration that you will probably be shocked…" he muttered, loud enough for her to hear but still sounding shy. "I'm sure I wouldn't dislike anything you wrote, honey."

He handed her the thick book, having closed it and she opened it, looking at the first page. "Oh, you made an official sigil for yourself on the first page, very good. Now, let's see about the rest…" she looked through the grimoire, her eyebrows getting wider and wider with every page she flipped, then she closed the book and then looked at him, her green eyes making him feel a bit nervous, like she were checking him for something.

"It's different… It's dark magic too… Say, Harry, do you want to tell me something?" she tilted her head to the side in an inquisitive gesture, a gulp coming naturally from his throat. "Well, I could keep it a secret for you Harry, that you write books on Dark Magic, but I'd like you to do something in return for that small secret I'll be keeping for you…" with a gesture with her wand, the door to the library was shut and warded against intrusion, her eyes going towards him and then beckoned him over to her. "Mommy doesn't get much attention from daddy anymore, Harry. Wouldn't you like to please your mommy? If you do that, Mommy will make sure your secret will never be known by anyone else…" for a moment, she considered stopping at that, but the aching in her lions kept her from that, her eyes going slightly dazed as she looked at Harry, who was looking at her and then said to him, while he was looking at her dress, which she was slowly parting. "Would you please come sit on mommy's lap Harry? Mommy will explain how you'll be able to make mommy very happy."

Harry had a feeling that this was going to end up in him having to pleasure Lily again, though he wasn't against the idea, he knew that Moody was in the house at the moment and it would only take one moment for the man to see into the library to see what they were doing and it'd get Lily in massive trouble with the court, since child abuse was something that was dealt very harshly with.

"Now Mommy will show you her naughty bits. You've learned about them, haven't you?" he nodded slowly, looking shy as he did, as was appropriate, since he was playing the role of a 10 year old kid who hadn't even gotten his Hogwarts letter yet. She smiled and then pushed him off her lap, spreading her legs and then using her wand to cut away a piece of the robe, which could easily be mended by using Reparo.

"Now, look at mommy's naughty bits. Come on, you can come closer." And so he did. Then, she continued to instruct him in proper technique and such, which he actually paid attention to and then tried it out.

Alastor Moody was everything but reckless, his mind still working and his eye still looking through everything in the area. There was nothing that really passed from his attention, so when he looked into the library, to check up on Harry, he met with the slightly disturbed sight of one Lily Potter receiving oral ministrations down there from her own son. Being the nice and law-abiding Auror that he was, he immediately acted by flooing the Department of Magical Law Enforcement to request another Auror, until he saw Tonks come inside and then merely told them that he'd be bringing someone in.

Harry James Potter was pretty observant, since one had to be when being so old as he. The moment that he could feel Moody and Tonks come up, he tensed up slightly, his mother grabbing his head and forcing him down, literally keeping him in place, despite his muttered protests that something was going to happen. "I'm so close, come on Harry, keep on licking…"

That moment, the door exploded in splinters, Harry apparating out of the way out of instinct, appearing three meters to the right, Lily being apparated with him and them landing on top of each other, Lily on top of him, crushing him and giving him a pretty nasty bump on the head, which sadly knocked him out cold, thus leaving him unable to give any comments or explain the things that had happened…

When he came to he was in his bed, with Tonks standing next to it, being a Junior Auror and a member of the Order of the Phoenix at the age of 20, 10 years older than this body. "Harry, are you alright?"

He blinked as he looked at her, then looked around for any sign of his family. "Where's mommy?" he asked, looking at Tonks with a rather piercing glare which showed clearly that she wasn't getting away without answering. "Your mother was a very bad woman Harry. She made you do things that were illegal and she's going to face a long time in jail for this."

Harry's right eyebrow was raised while the other seemed to be still in its position. "Okay, on what terms?" he asked, looking at her with that same piercing gaze that made her fidget.

Come on Tonks, you're not going to get stared down by a ten-year-old. "Your mother is currently facing charges of Child Abuse and Child Neglect along with Sexual Abuse of a Minor and Incestual Abuse in the first degree." Harry nodded. "I see…" he looked at her, then looked at her wand.

"Can I borrow your wand for a bit?" he asked her out of the blue. Sure, he could pull his own wand out of thin air, but she shouldn't know that he could, since it would pretty much ruin his cover as this world's Harry Potter.

"No, this is my wand." Harry shook his head, looking at her with a smile springing on his face. "Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are?" Tonks's face took on a rather sarcastic look, her hair changing into a dark brown color while her eyes turned blood red, something that he rather liked. "Not going to work kiddo. Your mother taught you that piece of flattery, didn't she? Anyways, I'm just here to take your statement. Since you seem to be a pretty intelligent kid, I don't have to explain what a—" the door opened and Moody entered with another woman that Harry didn't know. "Auror Tonks, you're relieved of duty. Auror Dawnstone will take over for you for the rest of the night. We're going back to base." Tonks nodded, looking at Harry one last time and then giving him a wave before she exited the room, leaving him alone with the strange Auror.

"Hello there Harry. My name is Mariah Dawnstone and I'm going to have to ask you a few questions about how your mommy treats you. I'm sorry for this, but it's better to get this over with now, so you're going to have to be a big boy and tell me everything." Harry nodded and awaited her first question.

"Tell me something Harry about how your mother treated you before today?" he could smell the fact that she was fishing for information, but he had to act the child that he wasn't. "Mommy always was there for me and Jennifer, always looking out for us even as Dad had to work a lot, with uncle Sirius coming over every now and then. Mommy told us both that she wouldn't leave us even if she died, since she'd always be guarding us. Is that enough, Miss Dawnstone?"

The Auror nodded. "Please call me Mariah. Tell me, did your mother touch you down here?" she pointed at her vaginal region and he shook his head. Mariah nodded slowly and then asked him a few more questions about how they had ended up in that situation and then asked the final question after seeing that she wasn't going to get much more out of him. "Will you tell everything of this to the court once she goes to stand trial?"

Harry looked at her and then nodded slowly. "Will they feed me Verita-serum?" he asked, just to be sure. She looked at him and then shook her head. "They don't do that to people under 17 Harry. Whoever told you about that procedure was either trying to scare you, or was merely warning you about how a trial would go. Anyway, I have to go now. Have a nice sleep Harry."

Harry Potter looked up from his bed as he heard his door open as he awoke the next morning, his mind already busy with trying to make sure that his mother would be released. If things went sour she might be receiving a pretty long stay in Azkaban and then he'd have to go break her out of something. Not that he couldn't, he had magical power aplenty, the attention it would get being far more unfair for them.

He walked down the stairs, watching how his little sister looked at the paper and was asking James something to which the man shook his head to. Grabbing the paper, he immediately noticed the headline: Mother of Girl-Who-Lived molests eldest child! Is our Savior still safe with her family

He shook his head and then seated himself on the table, grabbing a piece of toast and buttering it slightly with a knife and then began to eat it, his face a mask which showed no emotion at all as he ate, looking at his father with a look that didn't say anything, but could be accusing the man of something. "When is the trial?" he asked once he had finished his breakfast, the man looking up and saying; "Tomorrow."

Harry nodded, going to the library to retrieve his grimoire, looking for it under a pile of books where he had last seen it, passing through the splintered remains of the door, which still hadn't been removed.

He found it quickly, opening it and then placing it on his lap and then making sure that he got his quill ready, began to write down more and more spells, his quill being used rapidly and without abandon as he began to ink more and more words down on the parchment pages and then looked up again to see the sun slowly sinking behind the trees on the opposite edge, seeing it all through the window. There was a silence around him as he got up, looking around for a moment, before he went downstairs, to see whether dinner had already started.

The rest of the evening went uneventful, James explaining that Sirius had been around looking for him, but that they had seen him being so busy in the library that they hadn't wanted to disturb him.

The next day, Harry got a portkey pressed into his hands and then was led to a room next to the Courtroom where his mother's trial would take place. Harry's eyes were as cold as Lord Voldemort's usually were, though they weren't glinting with hatred, keeping that suppressed at the moment.

When he was called upon, a door opened in front of him and he stepped into the courtroom, looking at the people in the room and then being led towards a stand, where he was supposed to stand, a chair being magicked into existence just for him. He nodded and seated himself. "Tell us your name and relation to the accused."

"Harry James Potter, Son of Lily Potter." He kept his answer simple, his eyes showing no emotions. "As the victim to your mother's conduct, please tell us what she made you do." The voice was cold and uncaring, just showing who the person was, Dolores Jane Umbridge, the queen toad herself, who apparently had been appointed the judge for this thing

"She made me sit on her lap, with her telling me a story about her own time in Hogwarts and then the door just exploded, mummy making us go to a place a bit farther away with magic and then I felt pain on my head and all went dark. When I woke up, there was this nice lady with the changing hair that told me that everything was going to be alright and that mumy was arrested. I asked why mummy was arrested and she told me something about sexual abuse or something like that. Mummy never did anything wrong so why should she be locked up like Daddy always did to me?"

More then a few eyebrows were raised and Umbridge clearly had enough of this prattling on about this. "Auror Kingsley, administer Veritaserum." The black Auror moved towards Lily, who was looking pretty depressed if the big circles around her eyes were any indication, but Umbridge shook her head. "Give Mister Potter the Veritaserum, Auror Kingsley." Kingsley looked at Umbridge and a lot of shouting about it being not allowed to give minors Veritaserum came up.

"Auror Kingsley, administer the Veritaserum or I will have you cast from this courtroom. The rest of you, quiet down. I am in my authority to administer Veritaserum to gain evidence to decide whether to release this woman or to send her to Azkaban. Proceed, Kingsley."

Harry looked at the black man, a scowl coming to his face. "Three drops, wasn't that is, Kingsley?" the man nodded, lookingat him and then ordering him to stick out his tongue. Harry could feel the magic of the three droplets of Veritaserum enter his mouth from his tongue and absorbed it, the liquid now being useless, his magical reserves being that of a God, though his mortality was subject to debate. His spirit would live on, but his body wouldn't.

"State your name to this court." Harry pretended to be under the influence of the Veritaserum. "Harry James Potter." Umbridge looked at him and then nodded slowly. "Tell us about what your mother did to you."

"My mother did nothing wrong to me." He answered in a monotone voice, looking at the woman and then watching as a rather ugly puce color came on to the woman's face. A quick Legilmency scan revealed that Umbridge had the orders to lock Lily away.

"Your mother said that she was the one that abused you." Harry cl0osed his eyes, looking at her for a second, then a smile coming to his face; "What she said is of no consequence. She wasn't in the right state of mind, mummy never would do that to me, she promised."

He silenced himself, letting the people think about his words. "Explain that to us, Mister Potter. Explain what her state of mind was."

He looked at his mother, showing nothing as his voice spoke once again. "She had taken a potion I made after looking in a book I found. I asked mummy to drink it and then she jumped on top of me, babbling something about liking me and then the door burst into splinters, her making a weird thing happen and we disappeared only to appear a few meters to the right. Then everything went dark and I woke up in my bed." Umbridge nodded, looking for the reactions of the people in the courtroom. The general reaction seemed to be that this might have been a bad misunderstanding, with the wrong conclusions being picked by the people in the room.

"Alright, administer the antidote." Harry opened his mouth obediently as the antidote was put onto his tongue which eh swallowed immediately, feeling how the magic of the liquid came through his body.

"Who is in favor of sending Lily Potter to Azkaban, raise your hand please." The final voting had commenced, Harry looking on as nobody seemed to raise a hand, Lily looking at him with a rather stunned look on her face. "Who is in favor for releasing Lily Potter on all charges, with 1000 galleons as a restitution and payment for any trauma that might have occurred while being falsely charged with the charges laid against her? "

More hands raised and Harry looked on to see that most people were holding up their hands. He smiled slightly as he stepped off the chair and then walked towards his exit, smiling slightly as he passed through the door and then walked into the hallway, after a man showed him the exit.

Once outside, he saw his mother come out of the courtroom, looking a whole lot better, accompanied by his father. He was about to run towards her, until he could feel a wand nestling itself against his neck, a female voice telling him to stop.

He looked to the side, seeing Bellatrix Lestrange stand there with a nearly manic grin on her face. He sighed softly as he was roughly grabbed by the woman, who was taller than he was, though if he had been in his real form, he'd have towered over her.

He heard her shout something about the Dark Lord getting to the Potters eventually, her plan kicking in quite well if he got a pretty clear image of what she was planning, using him as either a human shield or a captive or a bargaining chip, she would be able to shoot anyone with a killing curse, though he was sure that it wouldn't work on him, he had taken so many precautions that it would be nearly impossible to kill him.

A killing curse was fired over his shoulder by Bellatrix, who apparently decided that he wasn't much of a threat and used him more as a shield. He saw the Dark Mark on her left forearm, which was the one that she held him with, so he formulated a plan to immobilize her, if only he could reach it, which was pretty hard since his hands were held down by the slightly insane witch.

With some effort, he managed to free his right hand and then removed the sleeve, making her give a startled sound, then pressed down on the Dark Mark with surprising force, activating the magic as he looked her in the eyes, her face having lowered as pain shot through her body, the summoning spell being interrupted, though the pain remained.

A rather pained screeching came from her throat, making his head hurt as he could hear it buzzing in his ears as he kept on pressing on her mark, all the while keeping any Death Eater from apparating to their position by blocking the magic with his own magic, Bellatrix keeping up the rather irritating imitation of a Siren, which was hurting his eardrums more then he wanted.

Bellatrix was in a world of pain as she could feel the summoning pull on her body, but the feeling of the location was in this place, so the Potter brat had something to do. She couldn't move an inch, pain lancing through every part of her body, making her unable to move or do anything but scream. Blackness filled her vision as she felt herself being apparated towards her master.

Harry released the Mark the moment that he could feel Lord Voldemort give a pull on the Mark too, her body apparating towards him, making him glad to have released her or else he'd be apparated too and he had no inclination of visiting this version of himself, since it was rather not-nice to be locked in a dark dungeon cell for managing to manipulate the Dark Mark. He pretended to faint, draining himself of most of his magic, putting it into his heart, which coincidentally was one of the organs to house his core, the rest of his body probably giving a low magic level to everyone, making everyone believe that he would be a very average wizard later in life, now having a magical exhaustion after having fought off Bellatrix Lestrange.

He once again awoke in his bed, this time having his father in the same room. After a near-interrogation about what happened, Harry descended to the dining room, looking sleepy. He saw that his mother was sitting already on the dinner table, eating a piece of bread that was covered in butter, with a small layer of jam all over it. He looked at her and then sat down next to her. "Hello mom. How are you?"

She looked at him and then smiled slightly. "Can I talk to you for a little bit Harry?" he nodded, watching her as she got up and led him to the entrance hall, seating herself on a chair and then looking at him, while making him sit down opposite of her. "You lied during the trial."

He nodded, looking at her. "How did you do that?" Harry smiled slightly, getting up and walking towards the middle point of the entrance hall, where the crest of the Potter's was engraved upon the marble floor.

"Magic." He whispered as he cast off this body, feeling that he had overstayed his welcome here. This dimension had been fun for a few times, but he wanted to feel the anger and rage more and more once again.

He saw the body fall to the ground, his resplendent form once again free. His black hair seemed to flap around his head, his blood red eyes shining with a malevolent light as he turned to Lily, looking at her with a grin on his face, his teeth red and apparently bloodsplattered since he could feel the taste of blood in his mouth. He looked at her and then offered her a hand to help her up, which she took. "Now, I am off, to another dimension…. Take care mum, know that I'll always love you…"

He muttered the last part and then created a portal behind him, which sucked him in. Lily looked at the place where the portal had been and then sighed deeply. There would have to be a burial for her little boy after this and she knew that this wasn't going to get done so easily.

Harry appeared from the portal, flying straight into someone, which made the two of them land on top of each other, him covering the other. He looked and saw green eyes and red hair, looking at him with strange eyes that were totally unlike his own. "Mom?" he asked, getting no response from the woman. He looked to the side to see a man standing there wearing spandex and a visor, which apparently was the trend, since he saw more people, wearing spandex and X's on their spandex outfits…

"Hello, my name is Harry James Potter and I'm sorry for all this…" he muttered, knowing that everyone would be able to hear him due to the silence that had fallen.

In another dimension, something occurred. A figure stood there, hunched over the body of a young man, a sword clutched in its hand, driving it through the body as it rattled a last cough. "By the name of the holy God, be purified, effigy of evil!" a manic grin on its face, black hair falling into his face, green eyes staring at the body of his other self, a portal appearing in front of him. "I will kill you, Godling! I'll kill you even if it's the last thing I'll do!"

Two men looked up at the sky, thinking about what was going to happen. "Time to find the Master, right?" they looked at the throngs of people amassed before them, before chanting a spell and watching blood erupt into the air as the bodies and their magic formed a massive portal, which opened for them, giving them access to their Master's dimension. Without hesitation, the men stepped forth into the swirling portal, which collapsed moments afterwards. "For the Master." All that was left behind was a silence that stretched for days, until a lone traveler came, beholding the scene and vomiting, before calling the emergency services.

This is the Third and Last Book. Be glad for it, since this is the end to the Dark God Potter trilogy. I promise that I will finish this, or at least try to finish it.

Demon God of Chaos

PS: Reviews will be very much appreciated, since I hope that people will guess who the two disciples looking for their Master are, and who the person is that is out to kill Harry. Also, those who know where Harry is holing himself up now get some salutations… though it's pretty easy to get…