Disclaimer: This is a fan written work based on the works of J.K. Rowling. It might possibly also have some elements of a number of other works, like the anime Hellsing. There is no money being made from this, it is merely a work meant for the entertainment of myself and the masses. This is merely for fun, and no profit. I repeat: I am not making any money out of writing this.
Warning: OCs OOCs Sues, and some crack. You have been warned.
Note 1: AU.
Note 2: Harry's normal expression is that of deadpan, in case you've forgotten.
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chapter two
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Once Harry and Sirius appeared in the lobby of the British Ministry of Magic everyone there stopped what they were doing for a few seconds to stare at the pair, before the duo were mobbed by the people. Sirius had to get all the people to calm down and get a lot of them to faint long enough for Harry and himself to get themselves to the elevators which connected the lobby to the other levels of the Ministry of Magic. Their destination was the Department of Magical Games and Sports, where tickets were supposedly being sold for the Quidditch World Cup.
When they got there, they found out that while there were still tickets available, there weren't enough. Harry asked if he could reserve any tickets that might be made available via cancellations, the seller he was talking to said that he would get first dibs on the tickets. While Harry was speaking to the ticket salesperson, Sirius was busy rifling through the list of people that had reserved tickets, and would collect them on the day itself, as well as a list of people that had already taken their tickets. When he was done, having collected the names of a few people that would not really be missed, or people that while they would be missed weren't all that important, and other such figures, Sirius signaled Harry that he was done, and they were on their way out of that department.
The last two tickets at the office were good enough for Harry and Sirius, but as Harry had other people that wanted to watch, as well as people that he had invited, they needed to do some persuading. The seats all needed to match, and since Harry's and Sirus' seats were right beside each other, they needed the tickets of the seats near theirs. Which was also the reason why Sirius was riffling through the ledger of the distracted ticket salesperson.
The name Bartemius Crouch was written on the bought list, while he may have been a head of some department in the ministry, he was still required to purchase his own ticket. He had bought two tickets, one for himself and one for his wife. Which was a lie, as the Zabini Trio had a completed files on all the departments heads and their assistant heads, Crouch Sr.'s wife had been dead for a long time, it was all there in the Ministry Archives, the Trio's favorite source of informaiton for anything, and there was a lot of infoamtion in there, some of the things could even be used as blackmail.
The boys' next stop would be the Crouch residence, while Crouch Sr. had bought his tickets he had yet to collect them, and therefore could still cancel. Gaining his address was simple as pie, since it was in the ministry directory of employees. Harry and Sirius simply portkeyed over to the coordinates of the property.
The estate was a rather moderately sized one, the family that owned it being a pureblood family to begin with. It seemed that the department head was still at home as Harry was able to sense more than one lifeforce in the home.
"So how do we go about doing this?" Sirius asked.
"You go in there wearing a mask of some sort, just transfigure one, a white skull mask preferably, one of those death eater ones," Harry said, "I'll even give you a temporary washable dark mark tatoo. You go in and tell Crouch Sr. that you know his son is with him, and that if he doesn't cancel his ticket purchase, you'll make it known that he's a dark lord supporter."
"If he refuses?"
"In the event that he refuses and tries to kill you or something like that, just..hmm..kill him," Harry said, "Then we'll invite Crouch Jr. over to our side, I could use another dark wizard, Tommy's memories speak highly of him."
"So I just walk into the house like I own it, threaten Crouch and if that doesn't work, I kill him?" Sirius asked.
"Yes," Harry said then handed over an unshrunk backpack, "There are potions in there, along with the temporary tatoos. The pots are for Jr., if Crouch resists we can make it look like his son killed him, scratch that, his house elf killed him."
"Why his house elf?" Sirius asked.
"The only elves I like are my house elves, not that they look like house elves.." Harry said, "There is also a forged journal in there, one which I had the Trio forge for me. Replace it with Sr.'s journal."
"You sound as if you know the man's not going to fold."
"Let's just give him the benefit of the doubt, but also go in prepared."
"Ok," Sirius said, "What'll you do while I rub this guy out?"
"I'll go to the Longbottom residence..Algie Longbottom is in need of entering retirement from life," Harry said, "With him out of the picture, the Longbottoms will have to cancel their three tickets to the Cup."
"That guy's still alive?!"
"Yes," Harry stated, "Now hop to it, you have a job to do, while I have old people to murder."
"I'm so glad I'm used to you talking that way, else I might have gone madder a short while ago."
As Sirius walked onto the property, in full death eater costume, it wasn't hard to do, Harry portkeyed himself over to the Longbottom estate, bypassing any and all protections around the place completely. Wizarding magic was no match for the power of the Devil himself, not that Harry planned on gonig by such an overused title not that Demon Lord is not overused, but devil is more overused, in the future.
The estate was beautiful, there were gardens all around the manor, the manor itself was very intimidating, or at least its architechture would have been intimidating if it weren't for the fact that Harry was used to even more terrifying things, namely himself, as he was the only child he knew of that had enjoyed killing so much, it was just so satisfying ending lives that could have extended over centuries, not that all those that he did kill could live that long, but they all had the potential to.
He was greeted at the door by one of the still living house elves of the family, it was an old thing and looked to be heavily paranoid, probably due to the rumors around its own society about assassinations and massacres of old pureblood family house elves. There was also the fact that its family was not expecting visitors.
"Whos is youse?" the elf asked Harry after opening the front door of the manor.
"I'm Death, and its time for Algie Longbottom to pass onto the next life," Harry stated, "Is he here or did I go to the wrong address again?"
"Master Algie Longbottom is homes sirs," the elf said, not believing Harry for a moment.
"So he is home," Harry said, "Good," he loosed his emerald flames and had them form two scythes, "If you'll excuse me I have some reaping to do."
"I wills not let youse harms my masters,"the elf said determinately raising its small hands in preparation to depend its master. It didn't get a chance to end Harry's mortal existence as its head flew off of its shoulders before it could even take one last breath.
"You're late," Harry told one of his elves.
"My apologies my master," the elf said, "This one was really paranoid, always looking out for danger, and putting up protections around itself."
"Good job, now get moving onto finding and converting all the boggarts," Harry instructed before heading off in the direction that he sensed the aged lifeforce.
While his elf went about following his orders, Harry walked around the manor admiring the artworks, as well as the disbelieving looks coming from the portraits right before their own lives were snuffed out, a small part of the soul is kept in a portrait which is how it can be so alive, cameras and painters really can steal and seal away a part of your soul, but not enough to make it like a horcrux.
When Harry finally reached the library which was where the old man, Harry entered scythes first, and cut the man into pieces right before leaving a note on the piled remains of the body..
Algie Longbottom's crimes against squid-kind have finally found vengeance,
Never again will he try and act like a petty dark lord whose target of his hate were those supposedly without magic.
With the deed done and the note laying there, Harry opened up a portal to hell and jumped into it, having it close behind him, but not before making sure that investigators would find traces of demonic energies in the room, as well as the lovely summoning circle and ritual which Harry conveniently left behind. He also sent a message to the Trio to alter the dead Longbottom's will to leave half of whatever he owned to Harry. The curse struck again, but authorities would later dismiss the case as being related to the curse as the Longbottoms weren't really close to the current Potter lord.
He made sure to also plant some evidence that Neville Longbottom had been abused and molested by his grandmother, as well as leaving some other evidence proving that the Longbottom Matriarch had been making plans to off her own son and daughter-in-law as the medical payments were getting a bit too steep for one as stingy as her.
As an afterthought he reappeared at the scene of the crime and used a bit of Algie Longbottom's magic, Harry deconverted the spirit he had consumed to get some of it, to raise a dark mark in the sky above the manor and grounds, a big one, one that would not be mistaken for something else or missed entirely. By the time he reentered Hell, the Longbottom estate was swamped with demonic energies.
The Longbottoms had been viewed for a long time as one of the lightest of the light families for generations upon generations, but after the Ministry of Magic got through with their investigation, the Longbottom name would be dragged through the mud, and spat upon, followed by a helpful helping of dragon dung. The prestige of being a Longbottom would be irreparably smirched, and Neville would be free to do as he pleased, no longer living in the shadow of his father, and being bullied by his grandmother, he would be a ward of the state, with half of the Longbottom fortune confiscated by the ministry, and one third going to Harry, but Neville wouldn't really care about that, as he would find himself battling with many more things until he reached the age of majority. One such thing that he would have to deal with would be the hate filled eyes of the sheep of the magical world, looking down on him as little more than a cockroach, while also dealing with the fact that he would have to personally care for his parents as St. Mungo's would no longer be taking care of them, Cruciatus Curse victims or not. You can't pay, you can't stay, the only way they would be able to stay would be if their lives were lying on the brink between here and over there.
After exiting Hell once again, Harry found himself face to face with the Gaunt house, the one where according to Tommy's memories the ring of Slytherin would be found. It was an important ring as it was a horcrux, there was also the matter of the ring being the property or former property of the famous Salazar Slytherin. Getting past all the protections placed around the ring were easy, even the numerous dark curses placed on the thing, as Harry had access to the memories of the man that had placed them there and therefore knew how to remove such protections, as well as note that the magic of the ring, specifically the stone felt similar to the magic of his invisibility cloak.
With the ring in hand, he extracted the soul piece from it using his emerald magics, a simply and easy process, no dying screams of any sort, or any such sound, just the visible separation of a soul piece from a soul jar. Harry was killing the monster that had slain his parents, one piece at a time. While it may have been a rather slow process, he could do it in an instant if he so wished, as he did have all the knowledge, or most of it, stored in his own memories as he assimilated soul upon soul.
Along with the shack, Harry found traces of a lifeforce, one so week, but still very much alive. According to the assimilated memories from the spineless ninny, the Gaunt family was no more, but here he was standing within the threshold of the last remaining property of the once great House of Slytherin and he could feel a last trace of life, there was a soul that had refused to expire, a soul that had refused to pass on, and had been battling with the forces of death for as long as the soul could remember.
"Old Soul, show thyself, that I might gleam thy purpose," Harry stated, his flames being embers at his feet as he did not want to deal with a dead man at the moment.
An old man walked out of one of the rooms of the house, he was frail looking, entirely weak, and looked to really be on his last legs. His lifeforce slipped away every passing second, before his own spirit his magic pulled it back, but not before a little more left him permanently. But what surprised Harry was that the soul was whole, there was no real dark magic keeping the old man alive, just sheer willpower.
"Who be you?" the old man crankily demanded, "Entering my 'ouse, 'ave you no shame? This is tha 'ouse of Slytherin! The greatest of the 'ogwarts FOUR!"
~I am Harry Potter and would I be correct in assuming that you be Marvolo Gaunt?~ Harry asked in Parseltongue, one the most ancient, noble, and revered tongues.
~You are a speaker as well..how?~ Marvolo asked intrigued, he had thought that he was the last.
~Originally it would have been a gift of magic, but now it is one of the abilities granted to myself due to my position in existence~ Harry stated.
~A pleasure to meet you then, Harry Potter, slayer of the kinslayer I am forced to call my grandson~ Marvolo said.
~Your grandson is not yet dead, just as you continue to live your life, but unlike you he is merely a shade of his former self~ Harry said, ~It was through his terror that the House of Slytherin has fallen so far from grace.~
~What is an old man such as myself to do, I have no more wife, no more son, and no more daughter~ Marvolo said.
~I see the sands of time flowing, your lifeforce slipping from your fingertips...swear fealty to me, and I shall see to it that the House of Slytherin is brought back to its former glory. You are still Lord Slytherin, denouce that monster of a grandson of yours, and I shall make it so you live long, and the House of Slytherin does not die~ Harry said.
"Why should I swear fealty to a boy? Why should I swear undying loyalty to a child? Why should I do such things with the remainder of my life and magic?" Marvolo asked, returning to English.
"For I am the Devil, and I can grant you immortality, as well as youth, and the means to further your line, without these degradations to your noble and ancient blood," Harry stated as the air around him grew hotter, while the ground he stood on began to grow cold, his ember like flames growing into small fires dancing at his feet, emerald flames that betray life, crimson flames that bring pain and recreate life, brown flames that weaken the mortal shell, taking away movement, and bring pain and suffering, and lastly the blue flames, his newest magics, the power to imbue strength or sow weakness. His mortal and wizarding magic, the invisible flames of life, grabbing hold of the man's soul.
"H-how can you grant what you are offering?" Marvolo asked shakily, the sudden flux of power was overwhelming and had nearly consumed him and forced him to expire, but he felt something holding onto the remaining thread to life. A betrayal in itself on Harry's part.
"I hold your soul within the palm of my hand," Harry said showing the man the soul pearl which was his and his alone for the time being, "If you agree to the deal I proposed you will have your immortality, one of undeath, I need a dark lich in my army, with this you will have eternal youth, as for furthering your bloodline, there is another family as old as Salazar's, one born of the union between a celestial and a serpent, birthing the a family that is connected to the serpents just as much as you are."
"You are proposing the joining of two ancient houses...but I am far too old for something like that," the old man said, a little bit stubbornly, "How would I know how to act with others that are no longer a part of my generation?"
"Then you refuse this chance at life, or unlife as the case may be," Harry said.
"I shall accept as that looks to be the only remaining option with regards to bringing back the power of the House of Slytherin," Marvolo said, and shook Harry's offered hand to seal the agreement.
~I, Marvolo Gaunt, Lord of House Slytherin, do so swear eternal and unyielding fealty to Harry Potter, Lord of House Potter, Demon Lord of the Underworld and of the Nine Hells~ Marvolo recited, as the words made themselves known in his mind, ~So Mote It Be~
~I, Harry Potter, Lord of House Potter, Demon Lord of the Underworld and of the Nine Hells, accept the vow of Marvolo Gaunt, Lord of House Slytherin,~ Harry smoothly hissed out, ~As you pass through the veil between life and death, may you embrace my darkness, and emerge victorious from the depths of the river Styx. Ancient blood of Lamia, the blood of Renenutet, may you forever bask in my power. Pass on from the land of the living, the land of life, into the land of the dead, and do my bidding. So Mote It Be.~
After ending his part of the contract, Harry pulled back his power, the power which anchored Marvolo to the land of the living, which in turn caused the man to die just as the contract was sealed. His mortal shell fell, and melted into darkness, then a few minutes later from out of the darkness emerged the form of a young man, a mockery of the man that had sired the monster that had indirectly been responsible for the creation of the Demon Lord Harry Potter. Standing before Harry was none other than Marvolo Gaunt, but shared a lot of physical characteristics with Tom Riddle Sr., Jr., and Tom Marvolo Riddle.
"Why do I look like that muggle?" were the first words which escaped Marvolo's lips after his rebirth.
"Because you are unfortunately related to that muggle as you call him, the House of Riddle is actually a minor branch of the House of Slytherin, as the Riddle line is the line of Salazar Slytherin's squib children," Harry explained, "Had your family not practiced inbreeding and incest, you would have turned out just as handsome as your muggle relations. I have corrected the problems in your genes resulting in you looking as you should look, as the spitting image of Salazar Slytherin in his youth."
"I..thank you, my lord," Marvolo said, something in him forcing him to refer to Harry as such, it must have been his position as newly appointed Vice-Governor of the Fifth Circle, "What do I do now?"
"First you must declare Tom Marvolo Riddle as no longer a member of the most ancient and noble House of Slytherin," Harry stated.
"I, Marvolo Gaunt, Lord of House Slytherin, hereby remove Tom Marvolo Riddle from House Slytherin," Marvolo stated, and his magic did the rest, severing his remaining ties with his former grandson," Now what?"
"Now, you go here," Harry said holding out a business card, "When you get there, look for Charity Cruor, and she will inform you of your new duties, and the like, as well as see about getting back some of the remaining Slytherin properties, the ones that were confiscated from members of your house in the past, by the ministry of magic. Unfortunately for you, you will also have to look for a new family ring, as this one, the stone embedded in it is my family's."
"I understand my lord," Marvolo said, then after a few moments decided to ask one more thing, "How do I get there?"
"Is your wand still with you?" Harry asked, knowing that it was.
"It is," Marvolo said.
"Hail the Knight Bus," Harry said, then fished out some knuts and turned them into gold before handing them over to his newest subordinate, "Use that."
"T-thank you my lord," Marvolo said, "If you don't mind my asking, but what will you do now?"
"I'm collecting tickets for the Quidditch World Cup," Harry said, "By killing off or blackmailing those that have the tickets I need."
Without saying goodbye, Harry left the last remaining present property of the House of Slytherin, as even Hogwarts had been taken from them, and portkeyed away to Ogden Manor, where Harry would tear the head of that family to pieces while his sons and daughters watched from the safety of closed door. Waiting for the screams of agony and pain to die down.
Harry had portkeyed directly into the dining hall while the family was eating, and had proceeded to let his magic run wild in the hall, shattering china, and simply tearing the room asunder. Bob Ogden Jr. was the head of the family at the time, he was the son of the man that had arrested the Gaunt men the first time they were actually arrested. It was simply coincidental that the family had purchased the tickets which Harry needed. While the man that had helped in setting the stage for the rise of the defunct Dark Lord Voldemort, his son and grandchildren, and great-grandchildren, would do for the payback which Harry decided to dish out.
Harry allowed everyone that was not Bob Ogden Jr., to retreat from the room before locking down the room, and turning the room into a temporary section of the Fifth Circle.
"Those that have not embraced my rule or have not yet embraced their fate or who they now are, are the tortured souls that live their eternities in the nine circles," Harry informed Bob, who Harry had dropped into a boat, "Your father was indirectly responsible for what had happened to me, and therefore sins of the father are passed on to the son..."
"W-who are you? What sins?" Bob demanded frightened and terrified, "W-who are you?"
When Harry arrived he hid away his distinguishing features, and looked like any other child, save for the fact that his eyes were pure black, there was not a hint of white in them, his lips were also dark purple. His deadpan expression making him all the more frightening.
"Doing his duty is the sin of which I speak," Harry said, "But that no longer matters, you are here, and here you shall stay," Harry then directed his next words to the struggling beings in the river Styx, those fighting for air on the surface, those wrathful souls, "Hell is a world all its own, the Circles are merely a plane separate yet connected to Hell, they are hell, yet are only a part of a bigger picture. Rise up damned souls, whom so ever is able to deliver the heart of Bob Ogden Jr., to my shrine in the center of the Ninth Circle shall be released from his or her punishment, and inducted into the ranks of demons."
The massive frozen form that would have been in the center of the Ninth circle was replaced by an altar that stood in front of a pedestal on which a single dagger in the shape of a bolt of lightning floated on. This was the shrine to the Demon Lord known as Harry Potter. It also served as a teleporter and conduit of Harry's power within his hells.
At Harry's proclamation, the souls of the dead, fought even more with each other, trying to crawl or climb out of the water and into the boat. But when Harry noticed that Bob was merely frightened, Harry vanished the boat, and allowed the souls of the already damned to literally fight over the man. As Harry knew that the struggle for the man's still beating heart would last for a long time, Harry left Hell, and returned himself to the destroyed dining hall, allowing the land of the living to reclaim what was rightfully its, minus the soul and heart of one Bob Ogden both of which would be staying in hell for a little while.
When Harry was sure that he was wholly back in the living realm, he altered his appearance slightly. Keeping his deadpan expression, his pure black pupiless eyes, and dark purple lips. He made his skin turn chalk white, forced a pair of metallic black feathered wings to sprout from his back. He also replicated his scar, copying it on the other side of his forehead, allowing for him to have two lightning bolt shaped scars, he had the two lengthen, mirroring the other, until they reached the ends of his lips, they were jagged scars which passed through his eyes. The last part of his new image, the one he would take in future ventures as the ruler of hell, was the growing of horns. They jutted out from his forehead from where the lightning bolts started, they curved back a little after growing a few inches away from his head, they were like sharpened and shaped obsidian, as black and soulless as his eyes.
With his transformation from merely Harry Potter Demon Lord of the Underworld, the underworld being the criminal world of the world as he was that well known, to Harry Potter Demon Lord of the Nine Hells complete, he unlocked the doors into the room, and waited for the former occupants to venture forth in the room. He was unaware that the family had heard the screams of agony and suffering which leaked out from hell via the temporary merging of the worlds.
It took them a while to even think about checking the doors again, Harry knew this, and shifted part of himself somewhere else. The wonders of multitasking taking form in the physical and mortal plane.
While the core of his being waited for the Ogdens, this extension of his being teleported himself to the residence of the Patil family, he had formed a contract with Marvolo, and intended to fix him up with two of the most serpentine of girls there were presently in Great Britain.
The Patil family were unaware of it, but Harry knew of their heritage, it came with the territory of being the ruler of hell. They were descendants of Kudra, through a line of naga that had somehow fallen from grace, and become mortals, then humans. Harry cared not for the details, as all that mattered was that the Patil blood was potent with the bloodline of one of the mothers of the serpent race. There were many of those, just as there were many religions, all of whom intermixed and mingled, a confusing lot they were.
Strength and weakness are very loose and easily manipulated terms, which was how Harry liked it. After finding the head of the family of four, Harry bound the man with his blue flames, the flames themselves taking on the form of ropes. With them Harry weakened the man's mind, and made it more open to suggestions and persuasion.
He had grown a little bored with his usual tricks and ways about doing things, and therefore did the most simplistic thing he could think of.
"Imperio," he intoned as he pointed his wand at the man bound in blue flames, "Write up a formal marriage contract between the House of Patil and the House of Slytherin. Your daughters are to be wed to Marvolo Gaunt, Lord of House Slytherin, you shall sign it, and I shall seal it, making it magically bound to happen."
Param Patil, the head of the family and the magical House of Patil, did as he was instructed, writing up the most binding contract he could fathom, signing it when he was done, and waiting for Harry to seal the agreement, as he somehow was made aware that Harry was the sovereign ruler over the House of Slytherin, but how that came to be the man didn't know. It was signed, sealed, and bound by magic. His twin daughters were to be wed on the eve of the New Year to Lord Marvolo Gaunt, lest they lose what freedom they had along with their magic. They could either wed a man that they had never met and keep some form of freedom, or lose that freedom along with their magic. But the one provision in the contract was that the Patil twins' lives were tied to the life of their betrothed, making them just as immortal as Marvolo..but not as undead.
With that done Harry got himself out of there, the man having only the knowledge that he had signed his daughters' futures over to a man he had never met. He kept a copy of the contract, but didn't really know much else aside from the fact that he had written it, and that it was binding.
This extension of Harry's self then portkeyed to another residence, the residence of one Dolores Umbridge, he hadn't heard that many pleasant things about the toad of a woman, she was utterly revolting in terms of looks, personality wise she was also rather flawed, in a way she was insane. She had reserved and purchased five tickets to the Quidditch World Cup, who she was planning to go attend it with, Harry knew that whoever they were were either none existent or were being forced by her into going on some other thing along those lines. She would make a perfect demon, but Harry just had a feeling that he would rather have her suffer for all eternity than have her be one of his truer citizens down there in Hell.
Not that his Hell was down anywhere, as it existed in an alternate plane, an alternate realm to the living realm.
Her residence was a rather small one, but according to the records compiled by the Trio, she didn't really own it, or wasn't the original owner of the property. It had originally been owned by one of Fenrir's earliest converts, and had been confiscated by the ministry due solely on their condition, as well as some planted evidence. While considered as a property owned by the ministry, Dolores had the bright idea to auction the property off, and in doing so had acquired it for herself. The attendees at the auction were herself, the auctioneer a record keeper, and a few people that owed her favors.
It was similar to many of the magical homes located within London, as it was hidden from the view of Muggles, as well as some magical beings. Harry was able to find it as he was something else entirely, and Dolores had not warded her home against otherworldly beings which Harry could be technically counted as one of.
He did not plan on adding her to his collection of victims, but he would still perform some nasty and vile acts that would prevent her from wanting to attend the summer's main event. She would definitely have to cancel her reservation, and her tickets would be handed over to Harry and Sirius at the soonest time possible.
He entered the house as silent or even more so than a mouse. He easily and quickly tracked down the whereabouts of the toad-like woman, upon finding her he simply pounced, not in the way a predator would pounce or lunge for its prey, but like a demonic entity would pounce of its food. Giving her no time to properly form a reaction or to simply react all the same, Harry had slammed her to the ground, followed by breathing out more than enough sulfuric fumes to cause her to enter a temporary coma, one that would last for a few hours. With her in such a state of helplessness, Harry decided that the best way to make her not want to go out in public for a few weeks to a few months was to improve on her looks. Which called for healthy doses of sharp objects which were to be used for carving flesh.
He called forth his flames and with them conjured up as many blades as he could form hands and claws with his flames. With all the tools necessary to make her experience her most memorable one, had she been awake, he dove into her flesh, tracing the blades along her skin, and having them crisscross every now and then, carving her up in a demonic display of violence. Her blood flowed freely from the injuries he had caused her, but at the same time would not allow her to die, as Harry had made sure to also pour down her throat several blood replenishing potions, as well as calling St. Mungo's about the ministry worker accidentally activating a dark object she had confiscated from some random dark practitioner.
With his task done, and the healers on their way, he left the home, taking the deeds, titles, and other things that were laying about the house, with him. He may have carved up a piece of London for himself, but that didn't mean he would stop at simply that.
He repeated the process several more times, in several more homes, with several more families, before returning to his core self and re-merging with himself, all his collected loot having been shrunken and left in his office before returning to the Ogden residence. The former inhabitants of the dining hall still had not ventured forth into the presently silent room with the ruler of hell sitting on the only remaining chair in the room as if it were some kind of throne.
When he finally lost his patience waiting for them, he resumed his torture of the now soulless man.
When Harry took the soul pearl of a person that did not mean that he took away their existence. He simply took away half of what made them them. He took away that which tied them to the living plane, or to their living existence. Their existence was then allowed to pass on to the afterlife, reconstructing what once was. Early on, Harry still had no idea how to completely erase a being's or a creature's existence. All the people that he had fed on were dead, but that did not mean that they ceased existing. Their soul pearls may have been taken along with their lifeforce and spirit. But they still existed, they still had something akin to a soul, but something which was more of a wraith of its former self. There were some things which Harry had not originally understood or comprehended, but he knew now that while he killed, he did not erase their existence, but forced them forward into the supposedly great unknown. But he now knew what one part of that great thing was composed of. When he killed a person, he could decide or pass judgment on that being, and could now send that person directly to hell, no matter how pure the being was in life.
The screams that the body caused were some which the former occupants of the room had never heard of in their collective lives. It was such a terrorizing sound, the sound of a thousand souls crying out for help or mercy then being silenced the next instant, only for it to be repeated, replayed, over and over again. But amongst all the different sounding voices, the one that caught the attention of the Ogdens was the sound of Bob Ogden Jr.'s voice screaming and pleading for death.
The single voice which called out to the heart's of his kin was what finally caused the Ogdens to barge into the room, only to find the man's body floating and spinning around in mid-air, the scrams coming out of every orifice of his body. At one end of the room was Harry sitting on the chair, his expression betraying nothing, but the family did not pay that much attention to his presence at first as they were more concerned with the body of their already soulless kin.
After a number of attempts to get the man back on the ground, they whirled to face the source of a new voice that joined their frantic ones.
"No matter what you try, you shall not succeed in bringing that soulless shell of a man back to the ground of this living plane," Harry spoke and informed the frantic members of the family, "If you want the body to return to your loving arms and warm embraces, you must be willing to make a deal with me."
It was only then that they actually perceived his presence. They found themselves with a being with whom they knew not how to treat or react to, it was also unsettling how he seemed to be deviod of all and any emotion. A stoic figure, a statue, one which they knew was in a way living, and amongst them too.
"Are you responsible for the state of my father?" one of the Ogden males demanded, crushing his fear of this unknown, and replacing it with reckless courage.
"I be he who hath done this..about the deal I have proposed?" Harry confirmed and asked, "But should you not wish to make this deal with myself, whatever it may be, that man's body will continue as it has done for all eternity, or until his hellish existence is expunged."
"What deal are you talking about?" one of Bob's daughters asked, while her other relatives returned to the task of getting body back to the ground.
"I will return the body back to normal, no longer screaming and floating and spinning in mid-air," Harry said, "But in return I want your whole family to swear undying fealty to myself and my House. For all eternity will your line serve mine."
"Is that all?" she asked him.
"Since you so politely asked, yes, there is now more," Harry said.
"You just had to ask..if the condition wasn't bad enough," the son of Bob mumbled under his breath.
"The parents should kill the innocents of their kin," Harry said, "In layman's terms, aunts and uncles will kill their nephews and nieces, and so on and so forth. Mutilate their bodies completely, and feed the remains to each other."
"Never!" most of the adults in the room shouted, the children were forced to cower in fear at the possible outcome.
"You do not accept?" Harry asked rhetorically, "Then suffer the consequences of your choice. Your Ministry's Law Enforcement officers will be here shortly, only to discover all the heinous act which you will be performing on one another, while the children bath in the blood of your former patriatch."
"So either way, we lose.." Bob's son muttered and cursed, their ill luck. A seer had warned them about the Quiddituch World Cup being something which they should not have tried to participate in, but they had staunchly chosen not to believe such tripe, and now they were reaping the consequences of their patriarch's decision.
"There must be something else we can do?" the daughter asked Harry, not wanting any more members of her family harmed, "I am willing to agree to the original terms."
"You are willing to subject your family to the fate of serving mine for the rest of eternity?" Harry asked, intrigued but didn't show it, "But are not willing to devour the spawns of your brothers and sisters' loins."
"Entering into eternal servitude under a being as hellish as you appear is better than the state in which our family is presently in, my father does not deserve to forever whirl around in the air," she said, "Our family name should not have to suffer as we have a long and proud history and it would not do our ancestors justice if we were to abandon them over such a trivial matter."
"Your twin seems to disagree with you, even if you are the eldest," Harry noted, "Then if you are willing to serve me and mine for all eternity, then swear it, swear it upon your blood, your magics, and your existence."
"I.." she began but was interupted by her siblings.
"What do you think you are doing sister?!"
"We do not agree to such a thing!"
"Dearest twin, its a bad idea, even without the second condition."
"I admit that we were attracted to this room, to enter it upon the sound of our father's voice, but now that we are here and finally of clearer thoughts, I have determined that that demon sitting there," one of her sibling said and motioned towards Harry, "Is tricking us into giving up our freedom for a man that no longer exists. I have worked in the past in Azkaban back when the dementors were still under our thumb, and some of those that had been used to feed their insatiable hunger for human souls, their victims were in a similar state to that of our own father. A soulless shell of their former glory. I had found through my spellwork, that the body floating in mid-air is one whose soul has left its body, but leaving the body still functioning."
"It seems I may have underestimated one of your number in the hopes of gaining new servants.." Harry said, "No matter, as the body is of no importance to you," Harry lazily flicked his wrist and caused the whirling body to combust, leaving nothing but ashes, "I shall dispose of it, leaving me without a purpose in this home of poor unfortunate souls."
He then stood up and began walking towards one of the doors into the room, the children watching his movements as the adults stared incredulously at his leaving form.
"He's in hell isn't he," one of the children asked out of the blue.
"How can you even think that Michael, grandpa, can't be in hell, he was the nicest person ever. Even more than grandma," another child said.
"Such a perceptive wizardling, he is indeed in hell. Why do you ask?" Harry stated, turning around to face the child that had spoken.
"Why us?" the child asked the teenaged ruler of hell, not that the child knew that bit of information.
"Because you have something that I want," Harry answered simply, "Will you not ask what it is?"
"I think I know what it is," the child said.
"If you say, love I will kill you here and now, for even one such as I know what that is, and it is not that which I want," Harry warned.
"Sending Grandpa to hell was because of some revenge issue..and uhm...before that it was due to something else...uhm..my Mom said something about a seer warning us not to watch Quidditch," the child said.
"Yes, he is in hell due to something to do with vengeance," Harry said, honestly, "As for why the rest of your family is involved..do I really need a reason?"
"I suppose so, since you had a reason for Grandpa," the child guessed, and sort of shrugged.
"Perceptive little mortal..what do you propose then?" Harry asked after scanning the child's mind, which contained the conclusion of Harry targetting the family for Quidditch.
"Since Mom was Ok with swearing fealty...that's loyalty right?"
"Yes, among other things."
"Then..uhm..Me and Mum will do that..in exchange you'll let grandpa go to where he rightfully belongs, and Uncle Santo will cancel on the Quidditch," the child, Michael, said.
"Interesting terms...I will accept your terms."
"So do we shake hands or something?" the child asked, knowing that there should be some kind of ritual action which would seal the deal.
"We shake on it," Harry said, crossing the room to stand in front of the young negotiator and held out his hand, which the child took, and they shook on it as words were not really needed, "Our deal is struck."
"Our line in service of you and yours, for my grandfather to be allowed to go where he rightfully belongs in death, and uncle will have to cancel the family's purchase of the World Cup tickets," the child said, agreeing, "So Mote It Be."
The magic exploded around them, but it could only be felt by the people in the room before it vanished, the feeling that is.
"Swear your binding oath and make sure that your uncle does his part," Harry said while a part of him prepared a portkey back to the outskirts of the Crouch residence.
"I, Michael Ogden, son of Connie Ogden-Roselli, swear on my blood, my life, my magic, and my existence, to forever serve..." the boy said, but didn't know who he was to serve.
"I, Connie Roselli, swear on my blood, my life, my magic, and my existence, to forever serve..." she too did not know how to continue.
'Harry Potter of the House of Potter, Demon Lord of the Underworld and of the Nine Hells,' Harry mentally supplied for them, then cast a silencing ward around the pair that would last until his name and title were finished being spoken.
"...as well as the rest of my decendants...So Mote It Be," the boy and his mother swore.
"I accept," Harry said, then split into two and each of himself laid a hand on each of their left hands and left a mark there, something like a tatoo, that mark being his mark, when he was done, he became one with himself, "Your grandfather is already where he rightfully belongs. There was nothing really wrong about his placement, as he had committed far more sins than the ones which I sent him to hell for originally."
"Grandpa was a good man!" one of the other children insisted.
"My father was a model citizen, he never did anything wrong, a few minor things, but nothing that would merit what you dare to call him fate," one of the children of Bob said.
"What did he do to deserve his fate," Connie asked.
"He killed the suitors of your mother, the other ones, the ones that were winning her affections faster than he could. He also killed those men that were courting his daughters, the ones that he did not approve of. The last thing he did was pulling out his heart and throwing it at the bank of the river Styx to avoid further suffering, which is considered an act of suicide," Harry listed off the man's sins, the causes for his placement, things that he had been able to keep from his family, but not the eyes of one who judges where beings go in their afterlife. While new at it, he still had the ability to do it.
"I had wondered what had happend to all the rest...died in accidents the whole lot of them, died bravely in the line of duty, while others died vainly..." Connie said, and accepted the fact that her father deserved his fate and placement.
"See, I told ya granpa wasn't angel material," Michael told his cousins.
"How'd you know that?" one of his cousins asked him.
"Grandpa told me one time, when he was drunk, it was the night he killed grandma," he informed his cousins, "I saw him do it, but he told me he only put her to sleep, but after I asked some aurors about it, I didn't tell them it was grandpa, they told me that that was really bad."
"Oh," one of his cousins said.
The adults noticed at that time that Harry had taken out a portkey, and was about to use it.
"Who are you?" the current patriarch of the House of Ogden demanded of the intruder.
"I am the Ruler of the Nine Hells," Harry honestly answered, not giving away his name, and he had made sure that his new servants would not be able to divulge such information, "I'll see the rest of you one day in one of my Circles after you die."
"You must be joking, you're leaving us using a portkey," the man said mockingly.
So Harry opened up the ground and formed a link between the room and hell, demons immediately poured out of the hastily formed gateway. Most of which bowed to their lord and master, while those that did not were struck down by those that did. Harry stepped through and did not need to turn back to know that the family was being slaughtered, save for the two that were now his. The demons would later close the gateway after the last of them passed through, leaving Connie and her son as the only remaining Ogdens alive, her husband had actually been murdered by her twin brother who had loved her dearly and truly.
Harry reappred just beyond the barrier erected by the aurors who were on scene, standing and watching the proceedings was Sirius who was not at all surprised by his sudden appearance.
"It took a lot longer than I expected it would, but in the end, the results are here before us," Sirius said, "The aurors found the evidence, and decided to simply let Barty Jr. go scot free, the ministry will release a public apology for the wrongful imprisonment, and will not press charges for the escape, and so on and so forth."
"Where is he now?" Harry asked.
"I gave him directions to The Complex, he should be on his way there now," Sirius said, "That was when he was leaving and relishing in his new freedom."
"I am done with scouring the country for those that would provide us with tickets for the game, as well as gathered some additional allies to my side of the board," Harry said, as he held out a portkey for Sirius to grab hold off, "We shall all have seats at the game, and we shall freely exploit the other patrons."
"What's the activation code?" Sirius asked wanting to get home.
"You need a bath," Harry said, activating the portkey which whisked they away and into the lobby of The Complex.