Hey all. Liking the favs but i could really do with some more reviews. As to who was asking if the corps were going to be involved, nope, sorry. They won't as this is a universe where the Oans, Justice League and corps were ever formed hence why i call it Earth-13, with 13 being a powerful magical number. As to how the Ring got there...i'll leave that up to your imginations. Read on!

Disclaimer: I do not claim anything in this work. This is done purely for fun and skill work.


Nineteen years had passed by fast for the Wizarding world. The populace never knew of the alliance due to Dumbledore and Voldemort altering the memories of the students. The new memories painted Voldemort as a spy for Dumbledore who was working on seeing what families were going to rebel against tradition and told their families as such. According to the altered memories, the Potters were one of the rebels. This 'evidence' was given to the Ministry and the name Potter was dragged through the mud. The current minster couldn't thank Voldemort enough for his service and Dumbledore for preventing a massive civil war. Over the years, they managed to incorporate their own will through the puppet minister bringing radical changes. Muggle-borns were taken from their homes, their parent's memories altered to that they never had a child. The child was taught enough control until their sixteenth and then made into a breeding stud along with those who resisted the new order or of foreign descent. Despite what Voldemort preached, both he and Dumbledore knew that fresh blood was needed to keep magic strong. Of course, it was the pure-bloods who approved of the method since it got them to lord it over the muggle-borns and half-bloods.

As for the families who were loyal to Dumbledore and Voldemort, they were rewarded for their actions. Ron Weasley was given Hermione after the girl was pumped full of servant spells, loyalty and submission potions by Albus and Ron's mother. He didn't mind, he was finally getting his own share after the harrowing adventures with the dead Potter. Draco was given Luna who oddly enough did not protest. As the years rolled on, the empire of the two slowly but surely expanded out into Europe and the Americas with the use of the Imperious curse in potion form and various loyalty potions. They now controlled roughly fifty-six percent of the world and growing out.

It had been a peaceful nineteen years. This would all change on the night of October 31st, 2016.


HPBL


In the forbidden forest, a black cocoon sat on the forest floor. The cocoon pulsed at odd intervals like there was a heartbeat to it. Deep within, the being watched the world through closed eyes, the knowledge of the ring put into his mind when it latched onto the being. Now the memories and thoughts of the world were filling it. It felt disgust at the humans, rage at the two who planned it all, despair as it watched the world it had once loved fall. Love...what an odd concept to it...it never knew of love...only hate, pain, scorn...it wondered.

Why didn't I turn out like the snake one? Why? I knew of hate...pain...fear...rage. I never knew compassion...or love. So why?

But it knew why. It knew precisely why it did not turn out like the snake one.

Friendship. More importantly, friendship with HER. The one TRUE friend it once had in life. SHE stood by it no matter what. Yes, they had their feuds...but SHE cared for it, concerned for it's safety. SHE befriended it for itself. Not for its fame, its glory, its made-up history, ITSELF. To see those like HER treated like...like cattle! Like lower-life forms...the actions enraged it. It started to stir, magic curling around the air of the cocoon and burning the very air.

All around the churning magic, all the trees, blades of grass, small birds and insects started to die. The trees rotted away from the inside out, crashing into the earth, turning to rotting corpses as they crashed down. The grasses turned brown before curling on itself, shriveling up until only nothing remained.

Birds and insects dropped from their locations and jerked several times before stilling. The insects simply dissolved into dust after they stilled. All of the birds that had fallen, their feathers dropped off, turning black before turning to dust, the flesh cracked and broken, peeled away becoming ash and floating into the air. The solid remains of the birds became the very dust of the earth.

On the cocoon, a symbol appeared on top; four rectangle in a straight line over an upside triangle. The very same symbol on the ring that fell to the resting place of one Harry James Potter. It glowed bright and got brighter as the cocoon started to move erratically.

It was waking.

The magic was pulled into the symbol as it bulged outward. The symbol glowed so bright one would mistake for a beacon of light, but even the light died as a hand thrust through the cocoon, dripping with black ichor. Another hand erupted next to the first. The two gripped the cocoon's flesh and started to tear it away, black ichor flying from each rip. The cocoon was soon destroyed and a large figure stood from the remains, ichor covering it.

It's flesh was gray, rotting, and taut against the skeletal frame. It was body was covered by a black tunic over its nether regions, a open vest donned its shoulders and chest, there was a rip right over the chest cavity revealing a black heart that did not beat. A minor cap with the same symbol as before adorned its head. It's face was sunken in, making it more of a skull then a face. It's eyes were a deep, deep black glowing with malice and regard for no life. On its forehead was a white scar in the shape of a lightning bolt.

A iron collar sat on its neck tied to two iron clamps on its arms. It stumbled onto its knees, its hands splashing into the mud. It panted, gasping in air. After it regained its breath, it snarled, its lips curling into a sneer. It leaned back, its face and arms raised toward the heavens as dark clouds gathered above.

"I...RISE!" It roared, a massive burst of magic erupting from its body.

The pulse raced through the forest, causing many creatures to sit up and take note. They all felt a shiver go over their skin and a sense of fear entered their hearts. Many of the more wild beings sniffed the air, pawed the ground, tasted the air, froze for a scant few minutes and fled from the forest in an attempt to escape the one thing that they all feared. Hunter and hunted, prey and predator all rushed from the forest as one.

For they knew the feeling; they always knew the scent of Death. They knew that Death walked the realm of the Living as flesh.


HPBL


Luna could only lay on her back as the sorry being behind her thrust into weakly. Her 'master' grunted a few times before he released into her and fell onto the bed beside her. She could only let silent tears escape her as the collar on her neck prevent her from moving until her 'master' said so. He propped up onto his shoulder and gave a command.

"On your hands and knees, Loony. I have company coming and I want you to be their toy."

Luna did as she was told, the collar commanding it. She got onto her hands and knees waiting for the company. The door to their bedchambers opened and in strode two big gorillas. Draco smiled wickedly.

"Ah Crabbe and Goyle. Good to see you fellows again. Have fun."

The nodded and disrobed. They both got onto the bed and started their work on Luna. She gritted her teeth in resistance to the two entering her and taking her. They soon began to thrust in and out making Luna's tears flow freely. This went well for a half hour when the pulse of magic struck the manor. The entire ward structure of the manor went up like a Christmas tree making the four pause. Draco called for a elf to check on the wards when Luna's eyes rolled into her head again and her voice became echoing.

"The Master of Death rises

The Blackest Night shall fall from the skies with his cry

The Darkness grows to consume this false Light

The Master of Death craves the Tratior's hearts and demise

With his hand and Hollow's three, all that once dead shall rise

The Master of Death rises."

Luna fell back onto the bed, unconscious but smiling. Draco looked down at her before he bolted from the room. He had to tell Dumbledore and Voldemort!


HPBL


It had been so long since it had tasted the air; it smelled so sweet. The air was full of life, it could see the life forms in the air. It looked around with wonder and delight as the life forms dropped dead with each breath it took. It looked down at the ring that had latched to it so long ago.

"Ring...what year is it? How much time has passed since my...sleep?" It asked.

"It is October thirty-first, two thousand and sixteen, it has been nineteen years since your slumber, Harry Potter." The ring replied.

It's face contorted into a scowl once it heard the name.

"No...I am no longer Harry Potter." It grounded out. "He died when he was betrayed. I'm...I'm..."

The figure that was once Harry Potter struggled to think of a name for it. It was not Harry Potter and it was not Death. He was...

"Nekron...I am Nekron, Lord of the Dead. Understood ring?" Nekron commanded, the name coming to him suddenly. Like something whispered to him.

The ring confirmed the new name. Nekron looked to the skies and felt something was wrong like he was missing something...or some THINGS. He commanded the ring to figure out what he was missing. The ring started a scan and completed it in microseconds.

"You are missing your three Hollows Lord Nekron. As you are now Death and Lord of its realm, you have total command over the three Deathly Hollows mentioned in legend. The Elder Wand is in possession of a Albus Dumbledore with the Cloak of Invisibility in the hands of a Ronald Weasley." The Ring reported.

The names made Nekron's face scowl. He remembered them when he was once Harry Potter. They made themselves out as so-called Light...and he latched onto them like a drowning man to a life ring. He wanted to go and kill them both...but something stayed his thoughts.

It was a whisper...telling him that he would have revenge and soon...but first he needed his hallows. The whisper told him to retrieve the stone first. The other two would then come when it was time. Nekron was skeptical of the whisper. He did not want to be controlled again like he had been in his life. The whisper returned saying it knew of his wariness of being controlled and stated that it was there to simply point him in the right direction, not control him. What he did was all up to him, no strings attached.

Nekron thought over the whisper's explanation. Begrudgingly, he admitted the whisper was right. Rushing in was a sure way to alert his foes, if they were not already alerted. He needed to work from the shadows, be cunning, and above all, patient. He cocked his head but did not hear the whisper. He looked down at his ring and looked to the skies.

"Ring...find the Resurrection Stone. It was not listed as being owned." Nekron commanded.

The ring hummed as it scanned around. The ring soon found it and pointed Nekron in the direction. Nekron nodded as he started walking, the grass and trees rotting with each step he took.


HPBL


Dumbledore and Voldemort were enjoying the use of a Muggle-born teen on themselves, celebrating their nineteenth year as emperors of the Magical domains. Each country had fallen without protest from the ICW. A bit of cunning on Albus's part. He had given the more powerful heads some powerful suggestion potion laced meals and asked for their votes to give him emergency powers to help with the reconstruction. It took a few days but it was soon granted. The rest fell to the same ploy and he now had a massive powerbase which he shared with Tom.

The two were discussing small pockets of resistance from the remaining Native American tribes in the west. Albus expected them to be crushed in the next couple days, no need to get themselves involved.

Just then, the Floo erupted to life and the head of Draco Malfoy appeared in the green fire.

"Masters! Masters are you...! O-oh, forgive my intrusion, Masters." Draco apologized at seeing the two with the servant.

Voldemort sighed in annoyance; how he longed to kill Draco but with the 'tragic' death of Lucius two years after the war, he needed him. He looked at the boy, cross at the intrusion.

"What is it, Draco? Albus and I were in deep discussions about some rebels out in the colonies." Voldemort snarled.

Draco gulped at hearing the crossed tone in Voldemort's voice. He stammered out another apology before explaining his floo call.

"I am deeply sorry, Masters. But I just heard something disturbing from Loony."

Albus looked at the boy concerned.

"What is it, my boy? What troubles you?"

Draco let out a small breath of relief.

"It sounded like...like a prophecy Masters. If you're decent, I can come through and give you my memory of it."

Albus's eyes went wide at the term prophecy and looked to Tom. While the one with Sybil came to pass in their favor due to them controlling it, a prophecy from the Lovegood child...that worried him. The Lovegoods always had Seer blood in their family. But it was so erratic in their family line, they didn't know when the next generation was a seer or not. The two detached themselves from the girl and got dressed. Once they were, they mentioned for Draco to enter.

The Malfoy head stepped through the floo, his wand at his temple as he extracted the silver liquid. Albus brought forth his pensive and Draco dipped it in.

The three leaned in and watched the memory play out. After the event passed, the three returned to the room with Albus looking very worried, Draco afraid, and Voldemort annoyed.

"We cannot take this seriously Albus...you and I are the masters of death, not whoever this prophecy states! You own the wand, owned the cloak, and I owned the stone if only briefly. That makes you and I masters of death!" Voldemort reassured his longtime ally.

"Yes...but..." Albus started to say when another person walked through the floo.

The second person was dressed all in robes covering their body and head. They bowed to Albus and Voldemort.

"Masters, another prophecy was made regarding this...Master of Death and Blackest Night."

That got Albus's, Draco's and Voldemort's attention. A second one? If this was the second...what was the first?


HPBL


Nekron gazed at the tiny, black stone in contrast to his gray skin. The stone itself hadn't changed from its cracked state, but it still thrummed with power...the power of death and spirits. He turned it over three times expecting the souls of his godparent, father, mother, and uncle in name only to appear before him.

What he got was the stone leaving his grip. The stone hovered in the air, spinning around wildly. Nekron noticed what it was doing but couldn't understand it as he watched.

The stone was growing. Slowly, steady, but it was growing and changing. The stone was becoming bigger, warping into a definite shape. Nekron didn't know what the shape was nor could he guess until it was near completion. So he had to wait as the stone continued its transforming process.

Hours passed and Nekron noticed that in all the time he had been on Earth, he hadn't gotten hungry...or thristy, or tired, or even fatigued. He had an inkling what was causing it and why. He was Master of Death and seeing that death did not need to eat, sleep, or drink as it walked. He chuckled darkly; let's see those fools try to destroy him now.

Soon the stone finished its transformation and nudged Nekron's fingers. The being of death looked at it and saw that the stone had become a lantern of jet black with a single hole where white was seen. The instant Nekron grasped the handle of the lantern, he knew what the white was.

It was souls; past, present, and future. The souls inside numbered beyond human numbers; many were in agony, some were happy, others indifferent, and a minority content. Nekron gasped at the sheer number that laid deep within.

"My god...how many souls are in there and what is their function?"

The ring answered thinking it had been asked.

"There are...ERROR...unable to compute exact number of souls. The function of the souls are to be converted into Black rings to resurrect the correct body." The Ring answered.

The last bit of information threw Nekron for a loop. But as it settled in, he started to chuckle. The chuckle soon erupted into full blown laughter.

"With this...their false Light shall be consumed by the oncoming Darkness!" Nekron roared through his laughter.

There was a series of pops alerting Nekron. He looked up to see several people in robes surround him.

"DROP YOUR WEAPON AND GET DOWN ON THE GROUND!" Came a loud voice of a red head.

Nekron turned to the yelling man. He saw that the man had red hair, freckles, and a paunchy stomach. The eyes of the man Nekron recognized and he nearly gasped in shock. He contained it before he started to laugh, a low dry, wheeze.

"Well, well, well...if it isn't Ronald Bilus Weasley, my OLD friend. The years have not been kind I see." Nekron observed.

The identified red head looked at him confused as did the rest of the people around him.

"Do you know him, Ronald?" One of the people asked in a stage whisper.

Ron shook his head making Nekron laugh even more.

"Of course he wouldn't recognize me. I have changed in the nineteen years I've been sleeping. Here, Ickle Ronnikens, let me help you remember." Nekron said as he showed the white Lightning bolt scar.

Ronald bristled at the nickname from his youth. He looked at the scar the being was pointing at. He could make out an outline of a...

"Lightning bolt?" Ronald mumbled as he concentrated. He wasn't stupid as many believe him to be; slow, yes, dumb, debatable, but stupid, no. He paled in shock and horror as he realized something terrible. "No...no...nononononononono...NO! NO, IT'S NOT POSSIBLE! HE DIED! HE FUCKING DIED!"

Ronald's squad could only look at the panicking man as Nekron's laughter echoed in the forests.

"YES RONALD I DID DIE! I WAS ONCE HARRY JAMES POTTER, SON OF JAMES MARCUS POTTER AND LILY ROSE POTTER NEE EVANS! BUT HE DIED SO THAT I MAY BE BORN," Nekron roared enjoying the shocked looks of disbelief from the squad. "I AM NEKRON, LORD OF THE DEAD AND YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE COME TRUE!

With that proclamation, Nekron willed himself away, his body becoming ash and scattering on the four winds, the lantern attaching to a clasp on his hip, his laughter growing louder and louder as he left the shocked and terrified aurors.


Well, there you have it! Nekron/Harry has announced his presence to one of his...former friends. What awaits for the world now that the herald of darkness is awake? Who knows? Stay checked in to find out! some of you may ask why he (Nekron/Harry) isn't raising the dead right at this moment. Well, as i said, he needs the three deathly hollows which act as keys to the door of the realm of the dead. Once he gains all three, the door will be opened and the dead can pour into the living via the Black rings. It's just something i thought of while i was typing the first chapter up and went with it.

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