A Game of Death and Magic. Oh and CHAOS.
A.N: this is my first story, idea's are welcome :)AU
Disclaimer: I own nothing this is my only time writing this it applies
Once upon a time.. we were young, let us go back to those times.. if only for a minute.
'Parseltongue'
"Speach"
Chapter 2: Discoveries, Death and curses.
Appearing, next to a town, he travelled down a well worn path, a fair distance, but easily covered in an hour, he had many things to think over, one being how to get rid of this crackling energy overload, he could sense magical objects around the world and a mighty pull north, a pull that tore at his immortal side, as if someone else in this world was also a master of death, a challenge, he could feel a vague forewarning feeling and a freezing hatred directed at everything, it made his hairs stand on end.
He could sense no magical animals, and the magical humans were.. distorted, weak even, it was as though magic had no arms in this world, fortunately and unfortunately for him, it had chosen him as its output, it's arm, which would explain his increase in magical reserves, he had trouble keeping in his aura, burned was the grass beneath his feet, slight winds churning around him, a stale electric feeling to the air, and a constant deathly thrum, like that of a purring dragon, how he loved dragons from his other world, they were ferocious and untameable.
His mind seemed to wander alot the magical boost was making him drunk, 'haha, drunk on power' he chortled.
Back to the problem at hand he needed to fix his aura, find more knowledge, amass coin, fame, glory, spread fear and death, and kill the fucking bird that kept singing.
After taking care of the mental list, and the bird, he realised that he had been lost in thought for quite some time as he was almost at the gates, of a well structured if not medieval looking city.
Entering the gates he was bothered by guards pestering him in a foreign language, the language barrier was really starting to be bothersome, so he briefly retired to his mindscape to open up a connection of passive legillemency, which would permit him to connect with people talking to him to understand their words, in the long term he could associate words and learn the language, but for now this would suffice, and drain him a little.
Seing as his power levels were so high he thought he should fragment his power and seal it under a temporary lock that could be released by a powerword.
Back from his mindscape he could now clearly understand the man vying for his attention.
"My lord.. my lord are you fine there is.."
His voice trailed off as the magic aura suddenly retreated as thought it was never there, making him fluster and doubt his own vision.
Inwardly smirking at this guard doubting his own mind, he said in a strong voice.
"Guard show me to the nearest inn"
The guard fretfully pointed southwards towards a bridge, giving directions. As expected from a simple mortal.
Leaving the guard confused Harry, walked towards his destination.
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Two days, two awful boring days, invading minds, retrieving information and planting the first seeds of his to be formed plan, finding scrapmetal to transfigure into plated gold, as even though he was almighty, basic transfiguration laws still aplied to him, and he could not turn metal into gold.. he had destroyed the first piece for daring to be unperfect.
With a heavy pouch and a multitude of unwilling seamen, confunded into joining him on a boat he forcively charted for a heavy fine, from the captain of course, his presence was costly after all, he set sail on his way to Old Valyria, hoping to find what he needed.
The voyage to Tyria, from Volantis aided by magic, took many a week, almost a moon, or a month, depending what world you're conquering. Cough slightly inflated ego.
During the trip the merry band of enslaved seamen, crossed paths with Sea pirates thinking them an easy prey, which was easily dealt with by harry, turns out pirates can't survive with wooden legs and only one eye, ok, so maybe he did rip everyones foot and eye out to replace them with wooden stumps and eye patches, but they deserved it, they were pirates! Or maybe fishermen, anyways they look like pirates now, closer and closer they got, and as the days went by, the sailors started to slowly get agitated, some even breaking through his confundus charm, only to jump off the boats bridge and drown, which could have been funny had it been his doing.
Extending his magical senses out like a drone he threw his conscience forward trying to dissipate the fog and feel the power feeding the curse, that is before being thrown back forcefully on his marvelous, now bruised, bottom.
Magical sentient curse 1 harry magical overlord and Master Of Death, caps intended, 0.
Getting up and growling a curse under his breath, no one humiliated him infront of his mindless slaves.
The game is on.
A/N: chappie 2 is out already chappie 3 tommorow :) fav follow and review for faster chapters, leave your opinions they won't be ignored.