J.K Rowling owns Harry Potter, Bethesda owns the Elder Scrolls, all I own are my thoughts... sad really…
As Harry read the Mysterium Xarxes, the smile on his face only grew. A smirk had become a grin, a grin a smile, and by the time he'd finished the first chapter, Conjuration, his smile was comparable to that of a fox, only infinitely more frightening. Destruction magic's, the thrill that ran through his mind as he gazed upon the Fire Storm spell had his eyes beginning to mist, and the Fingers of the Mountain had him almost swooning, the sheer potential. In sighting frenzy amongst the populace with a well-placed Illusion spell, oh the joy. Even the gravest of injuries cured in seconds with Restoration magic's, only the killing curse would keep him down, the rest could easily be fixed with even a low level spell from the college of Restoration. This book was exactly what he'd needed, the results of the spells, the sheer power and devastation, screw the Unforgivable's, they had nothing on tearing open a Gate to Oblivion, definitely not a spell to use lightly, even though he couldn't wait to unleash it on someone , say Dumbeldore maybe? The Wizarding World would rue the day they'd ever thought to cross him. All this and it got even better, the ministry couldn't detect any of the spells in the book, the spells didn't require a wand and Harry learned them almost instantly, maybe it was the book granting Harry the knowledge or maybe Harry was just a natural, in all honesty he didn't care. The world would tremble, but first… a test perhaps?
Harry walked downstairs, clutching the Mysterium Xarxes in his hand. He strode into the kitchen were his relatives had just sat down to dinner, the Dursleys had always disgusted him, the disgust had only increased as the years passed and now all he saw them as were rodent's to be exterminated as soon as possible.
"BOY! What do you think you're doing a round here with normal people, freaks like you should stay in there room's, you'll get your scrap's latter!" His uncle Vernon's diatribe did not even faze Harry; he'd long grown used to it. Harry just smiled, to anyone that knew Harry well, which his relative's didn't; they would know that this was no ordinary smile.
"We'll Vernon, I woke up this morning and asked myself just what should a freak like me do today?" Harry's made his voice as innocent and childish as possible, the smile on his face growing larger. "I thought about it, you see and the best thing I could think of was… having you fed to a Daedroth, I went with that by the way."
Vernon Dursley hadn't the time to scream as a bipedal creature resembling an alligator cross bred with a gorilla, appeared from a purple vortex and tore Vernon's heart out through his chest and proceeded to devour it. Petunia did on the other hand scream, though the only thing she had actually accomplished was drawing the Daedroth's attention. The Deadroth lunged at Petunia clamping its large jaw filled with razor sharp teeth around her abnormally long neck threw and her around like a rag doll, if the crushed throat hadn't killed her then being thrown through a wall definitely had. Dudley, proving brains before brawn wasn't just a saying, jumped on to the back of the Daedroth and tried to stab it with a kitchen knife, the Daedroth, obviously being the smarter of the pair, removed Dudley from its back and seemed to enjoy squeezing Dudley's head until it popped like a balloon. All in all, Harry had had a very productive day so far. Going to the kitchen cupboard, he removed a glass jar, moving to what was left of his Aunt he drained some blood from her, Dumbeldore had said that the wards were powered by the blood connection he had never said that his relatives needed to be alive to contribute; he stashed the jar in the fridge almost humming in contentment. Harry allowed the creature to feast on the remains of what were his relatives a little longer, which Harry found morbidly amusing, before cancelling the spell binding the Daedroth to his realm.
Harry almost skipped out of the blood soaked kitchen, allowing his thoughts to wonder, he inquired to himself, had he remembered to put up a muffling spell before disposing of those vermin? A thundering crash answered his question for him, someone had just blown the Dursley's front door in, quickly preparing for any possible hostile Harry conjured a pair of Flame Antronachs and prepared for battle, the flame demon's taking position either side of the door, only to have the intruder trip over her invisibility cloak and knock herself unconscious on the door frame. Harry tilted his head to one side, and just stared at the incredulity, what the hell was that? This was Dumbelore's spy? The young woman unconscious on the living room floor was slightly below average in height with black hair and a heart shaped face, she wore a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt.
"What to do, what to do?" Harry asked himself aloud, as he looked down at the witch in contempt. Looking between the Mysterium Xarxes and the spy and idea formed in his mind, he could always use a loyal follower, and what better way to gain one than by brain washing one of Dumbledore's? She could be his double agent, a spy amongst Dumbledore's ranks. Not to mention she was a hot older woman, this could be fun…
Harry gestured to the Atronach's having them pick up his soon to be follower, they carried her to his former Aunt and Uncle's room, no way he was sleeping in that dingy little room anymore. He followed them up and had them lay her on the bed for dismissing them both. Harry thought for a moment, it seemed he was thinking a lot more lately, how would he do this? The Imperius would have him in Azkaban by the end of the day; he had yet to cross any subjugation spells in the Mysterium Xarxes… The Mysterium Xarxes slipped from his hand, pages moving wildly as it landed on the bed where the spy was currently sleeping. As if the book had somehow read his mind the page it had landed on hand some sort of ritual, a binding ritual! That was the answer, he would bind her to him, she would follow his commands and the ritual itself would twist her emotions and will so that his will was her will, she would be his loyal servant.
It took Harry all of twenty minutes to draw the runic array and another five to retrieve the ingredient's, he would never have guessed all he'd need were two pints of Vodka and a stone of sugar to subjugate someone's will. He placed the still unconscious woman in the middle of the array, he quickly searched her pocket's and smiled widely at what he found.
"Welcome to my Service's Auror Nymphadora Tonks…"