Chapter 2

They're mute as smoke

1 Year after

Harry opened the door and stepped in the dark room.

He silently closed the door behind him and started to walk to the man, sitting on the chair. Steady steps, slow ones. He breathed the cold air in his lungs. The man in front of him wore a deep blue cape, which wrapped his whole being, like a hurricane.

He looked up with his yellow eyes and grinned at Harry.

Filthy beast, Harry's hand twitched, begging to strangle the man in front of him, until his face wore the color of purple.

Harry sat in front of him and beared himself to stare into the man's disgusting eyes.

"Lamir Takasuke." He stated. "My partner said that you're magic has the ability to create dreams."

The monster didn't answer. He was looking at Harry instead who felt the yellow eyes cut his soul. He was grinning at him, like he knew everything. Nothing. Something.

He thinks he's the most powerful one in this world. Interesting.

"You made many people insane, because you showed them what they wanted. Created an illusion, until they believed that was reality. Until they forgot what was their lives before."

Harry said in a bored tone not able to get his eyes off the yellow ones. He stared at the man's mind, searching. A gift.

"You thought this was a gift for them." He said, hiding his surprise. "Why?"

The man didn't reply he just stared. He didn't even blink. In Harry's head, the smoke started to grow.

I have to stay calm.

Harry never used on his monsters Legilimency. If he were in their minds, he would been disgusted with himself. To feel, to see, to touch those filthy things mind. He shuddered.

Instead, he always tried to figure them out without any helping tricks. Tried to figure it out how their mind worked. It was a great idea of exercise because there hadn't been any other way.

They never talked to him. They won't. It was an incredibly rude and a very despised behaviour but it was understandable. If you think you are the most powerful being alive, you wouldn't want to talk to peasants.

Harry opened his mouth to say something to the beast, but then Lamir smile wore off. The serious expression changed his whole face.

"I gave them dreams because they needed one." He said with a pleasant voice. Edgy. "I could give to them the things that they desired, so I did."

Harry started to see in front of him the streets he walked on every day. Sad faces, broken hearts, tired souls.

" You think you blessed them with this." Harry said with a purr and the man in front of him flinched. " Lamir, do you think you are God?" He laughed, the sound was no near to delight. "Wanted to make a better world by making people insane, running around killing like headless chickens?"

It was a big mess this week. The streets were restricted, full of with chaos and screams. Aurors were fighting against the mad wizards and witches. Harry had not gotten out. Kingsley hadn't let him. After the last accident, Kingsley never let him go out ever again.

Lamir smiled a little, but his eyes grew cold.

"I made sure that their wishes came true." He said gently. "The damage, however, is not my fault. They mind reacted and got tangled. It's natural."

Harry cocked his head and tapped on his leg. Creating a slow beat, like a bitter music full of melody.

"So you did it to show the humanity, the population of the wizarding world that their lives are worthless and bad." Harry's eyes turned ice, smoke which made his body and his mind into an uncontrollable wind. "Just to afterwards everyone could bow to you? Everyone could worship you? Turn to you for advice and beg you for your power?" His eyes glowed like the killing curse itself. "You're so disgusting my insides are frozen."

Lamir grinned so wide, every one of his teeth were showing. His yellow eyes glowed in the dark, much more then Harry's green did.

"You're smart." Whispered Lamir with smugness. "You're very smart, but do not forget Mister Potter, you don't know everything. You have no idea what's coming."

Harry squinted his eyes but Lamir just smiled. His eyes screamed cheerfulness.

"I won't kill you." Said Harry with a tone full of pity. "You don't need to be executed. Unfortunately." He stood up and steadied his own dark green cape. "Aurors will going to come to take you to your cell." Harry looked at him with black – smoke eyes. "Try to get away, and I'll rip your throat out with my bare hands."

Lamir grin didn't fade away. " Quite the contrary. I won't escape." He said it with glowing eyes. "I find you much more interesting."

Harry grinned at him, showing his teeth, like he was going to bite the living flesh out of him.

"Maybe with my teeth then." His voice was a promise.

Lamir smiled, warmly, insanely.

"I know your wish." He whispered.

Harry flinched.

"I've seen in the first moment you stepped in this room. It's so deafening, so rotten I couldn't breathe normally." Lamir's eyes turned icy. " Much more worse than... well, you'll find out eventually."

Harry felt his magic surrounding him, like a warm hug from a lover, kissing his skin, protecting him.

Coming to Lamir, with deadly, knife thorns.

Lamir shivered with fear and with delight, because Harry's magic was comforting and pure. Like if it was saying 'come closer, caress, I'll protect you, I'll shield you from everything,' but the moment he does that, it would snap his spine.

"If you know my wish," Whispered Harry. "Then you know, that if you're going to stop me I need to do things that are much more disgusting like your kind. You wouldn't want that, would you?

Lamir yellow eyes burned with curiosity.

"No." He answered. "Not yet."

Harry was fine with that answer so he called his magic back. Lamir stared at it with awe.

"Yes, I'm really interested what will you become in the future Mister Potter."

Harry turned off the lights then looked at him the last time. He only saw two glowing, yellow eyes. Burning, like the whole room would've been on fire. He turned to the exit, going to the door. When he stepped out from the room, he heard Lamir say one more thing:

" Maybe one day I'm going to see Hell itself."

"He's very different from the others." Hermione said between too sips in her tea.

Harry hasn't drink his yet. He was seated next to Hermione on the sofa. He always loved his two friends home with light, big colors and comfy furniture.

"He was heavily alike with Amundar." He said with a thoughtful voice.

Hermione blinked. "I assume you mean this by that the two of them has god complex."

Harry shut his eyes and took a deep breath. "Amundar literally believed he is God. With his ability to create everything he was capable of imagining from thin air, it was not a surprise. Everyone with that power would imagine that.

Hermione nodded. Her hair brushed Harry's shoulder. "Yes, I think so too."

Harry nodded too, then opened his eyes and started tapping on the sofa.

"Unlike Amundar, Lamir knows he is not God. He knows that his actions had consequances and it was a chaos. He admitted he did those things." He squinted and the tapping grew faster. "But there was this arrogance. This poisoned aura." He shut his eyes again. " I have to think about this case a bit more. Something's off."

"It seems so. If you want help you know where to find me." Hermione said and Harry looked at her with a little smile, which she returned gladly.

Harry can always count on Hermione. She and Ron knew from the battle that himself was not in a good shape. After multiple accidents, Harry told them what is his plan. Execute and destroy every horrible living or not living thing. Purify this world. Clean it from the ashes.

I will do this. No matter how far I. have. to. go.

"How's Ron?" Harry asked with a little smile.

Hermione put down her tea mug and turned to Harry with happy eyes.

"He feels very good in Germany." She laughed. "He told me it's a very different world than this, but not bad. He can't wait to come back home, though."

"I'm glad he's okay." He laughed too.

Ron was in a training camp in Germany. He went abroad last week and will come home a couple of months after. When he finished his training. Everyone was surprised to learn that Ron was capable of recognizing other people's habits, voices, tones, moves, signatures in a blink of an eye. He works for the Ministry, on cases that no one could ever solve.

Harry always knew that Ron was a very different type of smart. He already got into Ron's mind, he knows how he thinks and it's truly amazing.

"I miss him very much. I'm afraid I'm going to kill Ginny and Luna with my angry–lonely side." She laughed.

Harry flicked her nose with disapproval and hugged her.

"They can take it." He said and kissed her hair. "They're strong."

Hermione sighed and leaned into him. "That's my only luck." She said it with a so serious voice, both her and Harry started laughing.

He loved this moments with his friends. They were good. They were pure.

They're my anchor.

–––––––––

He sensed someone stand beside his bed and got up alarmed.

His magic was out, full of thorns made of knives.

Then he was Kreacher and called back everything with a sigh.

"What is it?" He asked with a bored tone and blinked a little, adjusting the sudden bright light in the room.

Kreacher bowed. "Master Harry's Partner send a message."

Harry started to dress and ran his fingers through his hair, to make it look like acceptable. Neville's gonna kill him if his hair is a disaster. Stupid perfectionist maniac.

"What's the message?" He asked again and picked up his cape.

Kreacher bowed deeper. To show his loyalty and respect before Harry. He did this every time.

"He captured Draco Malfoy."

Harry froze. His heart stopped for a minute. A Death Eater. Spiteful. Disgusting. Filthy.

His hands were shaking from the grand hunger. His magic was pleading to him. To let it kill that.

Harry grinned and touched his neck. The Elder Wand was warming up. He felt his insides shaking, his blood pumping in excitement.

Here I come Malfoy.

I hope you are so rotten that I can crush your skull and bones.