Scepter of Darkness Chapter 2, a harry potter fanfic

Chapter 2

Scepter of Darkness

Summary: Harry had a completely different experience of childhood. The wizarding world, would have been unprepared and caught completely unaware by a Potter who had mastered the underworld and the way of manipulation. They never got a chance he traveled back in time to increase his powers.

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Chapter Begin

England, 1943

For now the war had yet to affect the wizards to badly besides the bombing raids, which had indeed claimed lives. In the event of Operation Sealion, or something that fulfilled the general specifications of that operation, i.e. an invasion of the British isles, Asran expected that they would have no choice but to assist the invasion so the Manor complex in Wales would have some use.

Of course he was more or less assured that he and the others had convinced the leader of the Third Reich that Operation Sealion was a bad idea, for now of course.

Asran delighted walking the cobblestone streets, the sound of his boots clicking against the streets were simply delightful, ah the simple pleasures of life. Grindelwald had founded the Thule Society, while Asran had recreated the Drachenorden of his original timeline, running the recreated group took much of his time like it had in the original timeline but it was an enjoyable post. The simple pleasures were not something he had been able to enjoy much of in the previous timeline.

Speaking of pride in ones work, in conjunction with the Thule society and the SS, Grindelwald had created a pair of super humans just two years prior something the man bragged about to his long time comrade in the Beer hall, not that Asran was able to frequent such places often.

Two boys collided with mage the first was of platinum hair, probably of Veela blood somewhere down the line, the second was of darker hair.

"Oomph."

Asran glanced down un-phased by the collision more interested in the boy's magical aura's, it was a rare ability strengthened by rituals, as well as less than pleasant things that were present in his blood, but it was useful, the dark haired boy's spoke of death, the signature of the use of the killing curse.

"Why you watch where your going." Snarled the blonde.

The time traveler had never had much experience with children and swatted the boy across the head. "Insolence, you collided with me."

"Asran." Sehkmet had arrived, why Asran could not fathom. In comparison to himself she did not fit in near as well.

The Goa'uld glanced malevolently at the boys. "Are they troubling you?" She inquired in a devilish tone.

"Helena whatever are you doing here, and as to the question no they are not. Run along boys off you go."

Sehkmet brushed her hair. "You are being far to kind."

"That's my Hara-kesh you have on." Stated Asran simply indicating the device on the Goa'uld's hand.

She shrugged dismissively at his inquest. "You have several, I did not think you would mind. Anyway who helped you adjust it so you could use the hand device?"

"You should still ask I recall that was a fair exchange of knowledge."

Again the goa'uld shrugged, "Yes and England is not your territory so I am free to travel here as I like, but to quell your curiosity I was looking for something."

"How many are dead?"

"Not many, lesser Tauri are so annoying." It was among the few things he found annoying. Though more because she was far to interested in the conditioning process that was responsible for changing regular soldiers into knights.

The death eyed knight leaned forward. "Cut the Goa'uld rant." He hissed into her ear.

"Good day then Asran I must be going."

He sighed to himself. 'So troublesome, though thankfully she just comes off as an arrogant pureblood.' Asran strolled into the bank his custom made shoes clicking against the marble floor.

A casual greeting to one of the tellers and Asran was escorted to Marstone's office. The goblin in question looked up from his desk. "Ah my favorite wizard, excellent your promptness is appreciated."

"Good to see you as well."

"Hmm indeed it is not common to meet purebloods with manners, it is always a refreshing change to have you around. Yes well as you know you wanted to be alerted should the ministry or any one else be snooping into your records." Normally the goblin would rant about the ministry but instead continued with just a disgusted look. "Indeed apparently several powerful pureblood families have, as you know records hold a great of information."

"Yes particularly the important information to purebloods."
"Indeed the usual, the number of generations the family has been pureblood, amount of money, the level of you magical power, which yours I would imagine really caught there attention by the way, relatives which as you know you have kept obscured on the records by an oath, and that you have only laid claim to one of your inherited lines."

A fact, which partially surprised him that fact, but then again they were an annoying breed. As a race, which put to much stock in such nonsense and their ridiculous nonsense rhetoric they disgusted him. "They noticed that?"

"It is odd for a wizard." The goblin nodded. "They are very curious."

This could pose a problem to his plans in England their were still things he needed to recover and set up. "So what am I looking at?"

"Expect letters from several families and don't be surprised should the ministry decide to take an interest in your life. Of course don't be surprised if they try and greet you personally either. They will probably look even harder since you obscured some of the information they sought the ministry of England in particular."

A problem indeed in the short term especially when given the present situation in Europe he could ill afford a distraction like what the wizards snooping would cause. Thus he would in all likelihood be forced to strike. "Unfortunate but not unexpected, though I had for a bit more time." Asran's Killing curse emerald eyes glowed as he looked up.

If it came to that it would not be difficult to organize in the confusion of the ongoing war and the battles in the sky yes.

The goblin continued. "They are also aware you can speak Snake tongue. You are aware of what Parseltounge symbolizes in England yes?"
"I understand I had hoped for just a bit more time in peace, no matter I am content to deal with this now, as well as any other unforeseen troubles."
"Excellent, just the spirit, so how shall we go about doing this, I mean its only a matter of time before those rude fellows try and track you down." The goblin finally was sidetracked mumbling about irritating arrogant wizards. "Sorry about that now the families you may wish to be weary of are the Blacks in particular, and be wary of Dumbledore. Though you should keep an eye out for all of the English purebloods."

He had expected this turn of events to come eventually, after all if events in the Wizarding world followed the previous timeline then England would be getting involved full swing soon.

Asran strolled from the bank and proceeded to the small café near Flourish and Blotts, it was unfortunate that it hadn't lasted through the end of the Damnation war. Even so right the nation was more or less at peace so he had been spending his time here, right now it, the British Empire still existed for now at least which meant certain openings could be exploited.

"Mr. Asran." greeted the proprietor. "The usual I would assume."

He nodded. "Yes thank you."

The time traveler accepted the plate and lemonade and sat down at one of the outdoor tables.

"Hah we found you." The two boys from earlier were back.

The time traveler spared them a look, "Good afternoon." Greeted Asran. "You seem to be watching your step, hopefully this will prevent any more avoidable collisions." He remarked wryly.

The blonde flushed in response to his mild half teasing chastising.

"Your blushing no need for such a reaction just an accident." Messing with people had been something he had not been able to do since childhood, he had after all been thrust into war early. So he'd amuse himself by poking fun at the clearly pampered child for just a bit.

The boy looked indignant "I am Abraxas Malfoy. I am a Malfoy as a Malfoy I do not blush." Protested the blonde.

"Of course you don't." The time traveler teased lips curled into a smirk, "And of your friend?"

His comrade "I'm Tom." Added the dark haired boy with a hint of distaste.

"Asran, Asran…" Malfoy looked close to having an aneurysm.

The one time duke of Kiev tilted his head amused at the look of concentration of the blonde's face. "Something troubling you young Malfoy?" Not allowing his chagrin to show upon his face,

"I've heard your name before I know it, you are a pureblood?"

How bothersome his fun was at an end, "Yes." Pureblood if one meant both his parents were magical then yes, and of course their were other meanings which held true for him as well.

"So it must have been from father. Asran…"

So even now things had begun to stir. "I'm a bit of a reclusive Ravenclaw. It probably has to do with that." Establishing his cover story for now the small statement would keep them busy even so it was only a matter of time before his immortality became public knowledge, and that would distract them further still.

"Recluse, you're the pureblood."
Asran raised an eyebrow, he of course knew of what they spoke but he would play along even so just for now.

"I mean the one who just appeared," The blonde remarked. "well not just appeared obviously, father said you seem to appear and vanish like you hole yourself up in your manor or something vanish. And you're from an ancient family."

He leaned back amused. "You're babbling." Evading the wizards from each country was troublesome, but it was doable. He was after all a man with many names.

Malfoy blushed again.

It had taken close to an hour to get rid of the two adolescents; Asran had thought he would never lose the two after the Malfoy heir had remembered that Asran was a known Parseltounge.

The black haired youth thought it was simply amazing; apparently the boy also had the gift, it was obvious despite the fact he had probably been speaking the language for years, he was just now truly learning the language.

Parseltounge is a unique language each person who speaks it has there own unique form of it any other Parseltounge can understand another but each person's dialect, accent, and choice of words is reflective and unique to themselves.

But to continue Asran had delighted himself watching, Tom was it, that every proper Parseltounge should have a sword, mainly because using a sword made it easier to use certain Snake magiks, but Asran would let the boy figure that out for himself, it was amusing.
He himself had taken years to figure out poisons and such in the blood stained fields of the magical world of Elysium and other such tricks.

The young Malfoy had immediately agreed and said it wasn't just Parseltounges but all purebloods should be taught the noble art of how to use a sword. Of course mainly the people was repeating what his father had told him, Abraxas had wanted to drag Tom to go look at swords as soon as they were mentioned, thankfully.

Even so ditching them had occurred just in time, "and what cause mayhaps do you have for following me?"

He watched as several thugs arrived, low level enforcers, approached him forming a semi circle. They didn't answer in any thing intelligible just what he imagined what they took to be threatening grunts.

Asran's lips twitched forming into a smirk. Did they really think a bunch of schoolyard bullies could challenge him?

Such an idea was laughable, to the point he began to chuckle, it was right about then he dispatched the imbeciles dead in front of him. Aether tore from his palms in the form of high energy electromagnetic radiation.

He was the leader of the drachenorden after all, and besides he had eaten thugs like this for breakfast as a child, not literally eating of course.

The time traveler's enhanced body's musculature responded instantly, he leapt forward as energy arced from between his fingers. In the Damnation War one either had to fight at great distance or in extreme long range there was no middle ground.

Regular humans who had opposed the Great Enemy had preferred the prior, especially with their giant beasts of sniper rifles, and artillery pieces.

However there were times when obviously there was no choice but to engage the enemy in close Quarters.

Asran slammed his lightning covered palm into the man's chest, it began to smoke even before it made contact and the thug was hurled away by the force of the blow. Currently his sword was concealed in a cane, not that he had any intention of using it to reveal such a powerful artifact so soon no, no that would not do at all.

Flesh burning, that horrid stench assaulted the air and his nostrils, but that was all to known to him. He knew it to well from all the burning cities and the war zones of the previous timelines.

"Now," He remarked coldly, "Perhaps you and I can have a civilized discussion, or I could always just turn your mind into pudding."

Progress was continuing forward, admittedly certain things would have to wait till the counter revolutions were executed.

Already preparations and installations were being built inside the targets and preparations made to launch them. Under Stalin the Ukraine had suffered initializing a rebellion would be easy securing the former home base of the orden yes it would be easy once the Soviets saw what they would be bringing out.

Isaak the primary head of the Orden's tech division was busy as always but now that work was more important than ever.

His project in question well right now they were limited to the Shangri la's but that would change however right now the extra dimensional bases which Asran created were more than sufficient for construction and that was what was going on.

The initial factories were up and running now as well, unfortunately that had been delayed even further than they had expected due to additional work needed to fully rebuild Germany's infrastructure.

Of course that wasn't really a problem the drachenorden had no intention of moving until forty three at the earliest. At present all they may have had were aircraft and submarines but that was all that they needed for now.

While Asran considered Hitler's racist drivel to be nonsense he'd put up with it so long as it allowed him the resources to needed to prepare humanity. Besides once the Order showed their power he'd be able to carve out the territory that the draconists would need for their operations.

Present planning was to simply recruit from the whole of the third reich once the second world encompassing war of mankind came to its desirable conclusion, and leave it at that they only needed minimal territory after all for the plans they held.

Knowledge was what the order had in spades, the collected knowledge of what mankind had known in the previous timeline.

With it they intended to shift the balance and allow development further and further to accelerate humanity's progress. Still it would not be a fair distribution no that would have been stupid.

People were already at each other's throats giving them the weapons of the previous timeline would have escalated the war, besides as of right now the infrastructure simply did not exist any where besides under the control of the order of the dragon.

No had destruction or conquest been their objective whatever major points of resistance could easily have been destroyed through the use of the submarine launched ballistic missiles.

Asran bolted around. "Kemmler what the devil, hasn't Gellert beat into your head not to sneak up on people, gray matter is very hard to get out of tapestries, you know?"

"Indeed Herr Asran on all counts startling you was not my intention." That was as close to an apology Asran was going to get from the Dark wizard.

Asran sighed. "Well what is it? You obviously didn't come here just to dawdle." He remarked so far the preparations were underway but still more needed to be made and more weapons manufactured to arm the forces.

"True I was sent to alert you the Society and the SS are doing another joint project, this one has to do with vampires."

Such a project intrigued him. "Oh interesting." Asran summoned his great coat, it was a huge black coat with magically strengthened Kevlar and multiple trauma plates, along with enough magical pockets to conceal enough weapons to arm a battalion, the coats were pretty much standard issue to the members of the original Drachenorden in the final stages of the Damnation war of the previous timeline.

Grindelwald had said he was being paranoid, Sehkmet constantly wanted to borrow one of said weapons to kill some one, Hitler well we'll won't mention his crazy plans, well a hint generally they involved larger versions of Asran's alchemic weapons destroying allied cities, which would probably eventually happen.

Still other than prepare for operation Midgardsormir there was few things he had left to prepare for in the immediate future.

After all Continental France was more or less securely within the fold and with Stalin firmly aboard in regards to the Tripartie pact and with the Mediterranean sealed off from there by preventing access for the English well things were going well.

Especially in regards to the encouraging of rebellion in the Middle East, well to be frank with the more or less won in their favor due to superior weapons they'd begun as planned to strike British holdings in the oil rich Middle East.

Thule society compound

Greetings were exchanged, between the four and the exchanged with the lesser officials present at the facility.

"Well as you I am sure you were informed this is our latest joint project to create an army of vampires." Explained Grindelwald he was keeping his excitement down. "Though the project will initially use traditionally created vampires we hope to refine the turning process so there is no need for the inclusion of a vampire," He paused allowing the idea to sink in. "we intend to make the turning process totally artificial and find away around the 'Virgin' requirement. So we can avoid the fledging effect as well."

So this had been how Millenium had begun he thought. "You do realize that doesn't play as big a part on individuals with exceptionally strong wills, its sort of like the Imperius curse." Commented Asran offhand.

"Are you volunteering Asran?" quipped Grindelwald in jest.
Besides the fact he couldn't become a vampire, he shook his head. "Oh, No I gave you the Sturmgewehr," the time traveler stated. "I have my own research you can play the mad scientist on this one Gellert, and lets not forget that fact I am heading off to China I do hope you remember the agreement Adolf."

"Don't look at me." Muttered Sehkmet she had little interest in these projects unless they involved rampant destruction and lots of dead bodies. "I am already helping you develop vehicle technology."

"I am financing, any way I don't think I would be much use other than that." Muttered Hitler, the Austrian was correctly for once staying out of the way this was not his field of expertise. "And yes I do remember the agreement." He groused

Flashback

Asran tapped his fingers, because of the advanced weapons at the orden's disposal he was all but required to sit in on these meetings. "So let me get this straight you want some body, to go and march an Army to China and give the Japanese a hand in conquering the regions. You do realize Stalin is not going to like that," He shook his head almost immediately after his rhetorical statement. "Yeah I thought so."

"You're volunteering?" Hitler looked like Christmas has come early, and with good reason in regards to just what the drachenorden had at its disposal yes it would be easy for them to cut a bloody swathe through the filthy English and the 'sub humans' who were in the way.

The time traveler spared him a brief look. "Fine give me two years, assemble the necessary forces in that time, in forty three I'll launch the offensive you just leave me alone so I can get some work done."

"Agreed."

"But Herr Fuhrer, he needs a rank the men won't know what to do." Objected one of the Generals. The weremacht were particularly favorable to Asran due to both the tanks and the infantry weapons he had supplied the plans for. Then again so was the Naval service of course the Luftwaffe while using similar supplied weapons, disliked him because of their leaders dislike, bootlickers.

"Reichsmarschall."

Goring looked a little nonplussed at the suggestion of the German high command he was easily the most annoyed by Asran's prescence.

Shangri-La 5, Order of the Dragon Military Citadel

Asran's Drachenorden, or Order of the Dragon, in English, had grown since it's founding some ten years prior, or rather it's refounding.

While the army of the Third Reich was the best armed military on the planet the Orden had it outclassed by more than two decades at least, the order was armed with weapons of the original future and weapons built from alien technology their bases safe from enemies with concealed with in dimensional pockets.

Each of its member was inducted trained in the proper use of weapons, like a national military they, the order, possessed an air corp. as well as a small navy, composed mainly of specially designed Submarines far more powerful than what the units of the Future were, no army to speak of though, more of a Special Forces strike force, the true strength of the order lay in its intelligence and long range attacks, though large for a secret society, numbering in excess of fifteen thousand, most of them new members, the draconists were hardly deployed in military situations except in emergencies spending more time gathering intelligence but all that would change.

"Two years enough time?" inquired Asran.

His subordinate and fellow original member nodded. "Yes Grandmaster," remarked the master vampire amused. "five units of eight shall be complete with in that time."

"Then you know the plan?" He inquired, obviously he knew the plan but the question was rather was he up to date on the new one.

"Yes milord three units will be assigned to aid Germany. One will be assigned to defense of Germany, one to the Atlantic campaign and another to the Egyptian Campaign."

Deployment of the first three would not be changing. "Change of plans I'm taking units four and five, they will be used in an Offensive against western China."
"Sir?" Originally they would have held four and five in reserve in the event of an emergency occurring.

He nodded. "It wasn't in the original plan I know." Asran admitted.

"It will be done, milord. The units will be completed on schedule." Commented the head of the science division, "We knew that there would be changes to the plan. But still to attack head on the forces of Asia, even if there would be no attack against the Soviets…"

Finally the lead time traveler nodded, "Right, that's all Isaak."

"Yes my lord."

Asran turned and retired to his office. "What the devil have I gotten myself into. The assets in China will really help Germany fuel its war machine, I'd like to see the War over as quickly as possible with a favorable out come, this looks to be the best way I would suppose."

His offspring remained silent, the only response from the other emerald eyed individual was an amused and feral smirk.

The 'units' built from a myriad of technology of aliens and the original timeline, the Alien technology meant only a limited number of these units could be built at the current time until the technology could be replicated, likely another decade, though it would likely take half that time to reaccumulate the raw materials necessary to build the units.

These 'units' were in there defense easily the best unit to be deployed on the battlefield easily capable of withstanding sustained attacks, from even original time line weapons, or Goa'uld weapons, like the staff cannons.

The 'units' would be a powerful deterrent, capable of carrying and launching ballistic missiles via vertical launch, so perhaps it was odd, perhaps not that Asran disliked arming the Germans with advanced technology while his own order was armed most fiercely.

Asran spared the other time traveler a look "How are things going in preparation for the Middle East Arzachel?"

End flash back

Chapter Conclusion

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