AN:
Well, my other story: Harry Potter and the Equalists, was on a light and happy tone, so I decided to make this one too. I know that they're both brother of the boy who lived stories, but I like the plot. It's cliched, but if you know where to go with it, it can be really good. Anyways, without further ado, i present Vengeance.
Vengeance Chapter 1: Rise of the Dark Lords
"Well boys. I must say, I did not think that you would make it this far. I expected you to die at the Department of Mysteries. I expected you to die at the graveyard. But finally, I expected you to die when you were just a little boy. Your wands please," Lord Voldemort said coldly to two 17 year old boys: Mark Potter, supposed boy who lived, and Harry Potter: his "worthless brother". Mark was visibly chattering his teeth, while Harry bravely stood up to Voldemort. Voldemort had crashed through the Potter Manor, and had stunned Lily and James, leaving them downstairs. Harry growled.
"You will not win, Tom." Harry said.
"Perhaps I should force your wand from you," Voldemort said. "Or maybe, I can torture one of you till the other gives their wand to me."
"You're forgetting something Tom. You are not the most powerful person in this room," Harry said.
"Ah yes, the boy who lived to be a giant coward. So tell me, Mark. You are the boy who lived, so shouldn't you be the one standing up to me? Why is Harry doing all the talking?" Voldemort said.
"He's not the boy who lived, you fool. I am. It was me who saved the Philosopher's stone from you all those years ago. You didn't see me because I was wearing a cloak. It was me who defeated you at the chamber of secrets. It was me who saved my brother from you twice: once at the graveyard, and once at the Department of Mysteries. Though I'm not sure why I bothered. He has barely any more power than a squib. And it will be me who ends you." Harry said.
"You. YOU," Voldemort laughed. "So it appears that the old goat Dumbledore made a mistake. It seems that I was too preoccupied with the boy who lived's twin. Well, Harry. Surely you feel vengeance at those who ruined your life. At Dumbledore, who proclaimed your fool of a brother to be the boy who lived. At your fool of a brother who took credit for all of your deeds. At your not so loving parents, never even looking at you. Yes, Harry. I will give you vengeance. I will be more than happy to let you finish off all four. Join me, Harry. Unbelievable amounts of power lie with me."
"Join you. Why would I join you when I can just as easily defeat you? If you want to be my slave, then that's fine, but I will not bow to you. I will not let you brand me and torture me at your whim. Do you think I am a fool?" Harry scorned. "No matter. You know the prophecy. Only one of us will leave here alive." Harry said.
"Too true. Too true. AVADA KEDAVRA"
"AVADA KEDAVRA" both cast identical curses at the same time. For a moment, the two beams collided, then Voldemort's was weaker. It was consumed by Harry's which was 10 times stronger. Harry held it until the last second; finally, he stopped when his beam came up to Voldemort's wand. The wand burst in different directions, and Voldemort was powerless.
"I just want to let you know before you die, Voldemort, that even if your curse had worked, I would not die. AVADA KEDAVRA" he said, pointing his wand at himself. The green light hit Harry, and nothing happened. "You see, Voldemort, vampires cannot be killed by traditional means. And I was bitten by one, making me part vampire, part wizard. My wizard abilities let me withstand sunlight, too. Therefore, I am invincible. Isn't that ironic. Your last dream. Of course, you out of all people should know that you need an exceptionally strong magical core to survive the combination of vampire and wizard blood: or none at all. And you couldn't have done it, because you are weak. AVADA KEDAVRA" Harry shouted at Voldemort, finally killing the fool. Harry breathed a sigh of relief as his brother rushed down the stairs. He sat down, and finally relaxed. After all this time, finally, his deeds would pay off. Finally, people would see him as how he truly was, not how Dumbledore or his family portrayed him to be. His musings were interrupted by an angry voice. No doubt Lily and James. Finally, they would see him as the true saviour of the wizarding world.
He was then shocked to see James and Lily rush up the stairs wands out. He whipped out his wand and faced his parents.
"You bloody fool. You tried to kill our son." James said angrily.
"What the hell are you talking about." Harry said.
"You shot three killing curses at our son. Thankfully, he dodged all three. I knew you were a jealous fool, Harry. But I didn't think that you would be this foolish." Lily berated.
"Of course," Harry snidely said. "And what makes you think that I cursed dear Mr. Mark Potter?"
"Shut up, boy. When he killed you know who-" James said.
"Woah woah woah. He killed Voldemort. He did not kill Voldemort. I killed Voldemort." Harry said.
"Oh Harry. Enough with your jealousy. This is just like you in first year, when you said that you saved the stone. Or your second year, when you claimed that you killed the basilisk. Just grow up." Lily said.
"Back to the point. Why were you cursing my son." James screamed.
"Well, did it ever occur to you, that I used those curses to kill Voldemort. Well did it." Harry said.
"Of course not. We all know that Mark cast a silent reducto curse to kill you know who. Who are you trying to fool." James said.
"Right. I'm sure. Then please tell me why there is no sign of physical damage on Voldemort's body." Harry coldly said. "Or please try a Priori Incantatem on Mark's wand. Or, better yet, please ask him to cast a reducto curse." he said.
James examined the dead body. "Dear god. My son caused internal rupturing. This is incredible. His curse was so powerful that it didn't even affect the outside of Voldemort's body."
"And your evidence for that is?" Harry snorted.
"There's no mark on his body. The only way possible for Voldemort to die is for Mark to have cast such a powerful Reducto." James said.
"Or we could stop lying and say the true reason Voldemort died: I killed him with an Avada Kedavra. The killing curse. The most powerful curse that exists." Harry retorted.
"I knew you turned dark." James said.
"Oh please. If the killing curse is not the most powerful curse that exists then what is? Expelliarmus. Hah. That pathetic story that Mark told you about his duel with Voldemort was a lie. In reality, he came to the graveyard under the guidance of Barty Crouch Jr. He would have never won if Crouch hadn't made things so easy for him. Even after getting the easiest dragon, he almost killed himself. Do you know why the dragon stood in place as he sneaked to get the egg? Because of me. I don't even know why I bother saving him anymore. And you all thought that he did incredible mind magic. The judges all gave him perfect 10's. Only one person believed me. But back to the graveyard. I go ahead and almost kill Voldemort, giving Mark enough time to sneak back to the portkey. How did I get there? I forced Barty Crouch Junior to transport me there after saving the real Alastor Moody. Then, I killed him. And what spell did I use? Avada Kedavra. What spell did I use on Voldemort? Avada Ke-" Harry said before he was interrupted.
"That is enough. We will not permit you to live here anymore. You are hereby disowned from the Potter family." James furiously said.
"Is that all," Harry scoffed.
"Yes. Now please get out of our sight. And never come back." Lily said. She was sobbing, holding Mark, who, when no one else was looking, flipped off Harry.
Harry Potter, when he made sure that all three were looking at him, flew out of the roof of the house. He then burned the top of the house, before starting a massive earthquake. Then, he called a flash of lightning to hit the unprotected house, which fed the fires even more. Next, he blinded the house with light, then purged it with darkness. Finally, he stabilized the house, with the calming properties of water, letting it flow throughout the house. He flew and apparated away from a shocked James, a scared Lily, and a smug Mark.
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"'arry, what's wrong?" the tall and beautiful quarter-Veela said to the sad 17 year old hero.
Harry said nothing and tossed the Daily Prophet to Fleur, his fiance. She scanned over it and gasped in horror. "Zose scoundrels. Zose stupid scoundrels. Zey want you arrested for attempted murder of Mark. Zey claim Mark killed ze bastard. You killed him, didn't you." Harry nodded.
"I'm starting to wonder why I even try anymore. I mean, its not like I'll get any recognition for my deeds." Harry lamented.
"'arry. Zese bastards 'ave hell to pay. Why do you continue to do nice things for zem. When they are just going to scorn you." Fleur growled. The veela had been given the gift that is only bestowed about once in 300 years. Veelas with the gift could freely change between their forms, and their harpy-like forms were much more powerful. This made Fleur the second most powerful being on the Earth, right after Harry Potter. Their relationship was scorned by thet public. When Mark asked Fleur out, he got a terrible reaction. Fleur was probably the closest person to Harry that existed. She was disowned by her family after the hate that followed Harry and Fleur's relationship when she could have had Mark, making Gabrielle, Fleur's snooty sister, the Delacour heir.
"I agree, Fleur. But what can we do about it." Harry said.
"Harry, ze wizarding world has failed you too many times. And it has failed me so many times too. We should fight back." She said with a vengeance.
"You mean go against the wizarding world," Harry said.
"Think about it, Harry. What was the last good thing that anyone in the wizarding world has ever done for you. And I don't count." she said. "Exactly. Nothing. Neither of us had any friends. Why? Wizarding prejudices. You have not had a good childhood. Why? Wizarding Prejudices. We deserve revenge. And it is easily doable with our combined power. With your wizarding power equivalent to that of Merlin and your vampire powers accelerating your senses and movements, and with my wizarding power about equal to Bellatrix Lestrange, a powerful Death Eater, and my veela powers unmatched except by you. We would be unstoppable. We could revolutionize ze wizarding world."
"Are you suggesting that I become Dark Lord Potter?" Harry asked.
"No. I'm suggesting that you become Dark Lord Potter, and I become Dark Lady Potter." she said.
"Wait. Potter. Don't we have to marry first?" Harry said.
"Oui. And we shall." Fleur replied.
"I think I can live with that," Harry cheekily replied.