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. 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.

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POWERLESS

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chapter two

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There was already so much suffering in the world when another had chosen to look into the status of the world and see how one of its greater heroes was faring against the odds. He had looked upon the world and zoomed in on the person whom he considered as one of these greater heroes, a person destined for great things. What he found at first was endurance, endurance so great that he wondered why would a mortal require such endurance to live his day to day, sure there was already a lot of suffering in the world, but nothing that would require one to be able to endure so much.

Then he decided to look into the health of the person, he knew that a war was underway, and that there was a chance that the hero was suffering physically in one form or another. What he found shocked him to the core of his very being. Someone had dared to go so far, prolong the suffering of the body to such an extent that the body should have been beyond repair. The person that he was looking over should have died a peaceful death a long time ago, but something was keeping him alive.

He knew deep down in the core of his being that someone must have delved deeply into such black arts to achieve the goal of causing so much suffering. He decided that no matter what Fate and Destiny had planned or had in store for this one soul, it was not enough for the amount of suffering that he was forced to endure. He planned on gifting the person with the means to overcome any and every obstacle, as well as what most would consider the greatest of rewards, the ability to do anything, to go anywhere, be anywhere, have absolutely no limits to the possibilities of anything.

But before he would go investigate personally and rescue this one soul, he needed to know if the person was still innocent or at least innocent enough to be able to properly and responsibly harness the power that he planned on bestowing on him. After knowing the level of endurance capable of the person, finding out the state of his body, he needed to check his mental state and the state of his soul.

What he found frightened him. It was a good thing that he didn't just do to the person and granted him the Power. He found a shattered mind, a loss of all innocence, and a fragmented soul. There was nigh irreparable damage everywhere else he looked.

While his body would be able to harness the power, his mind and soul were not equipped to deal with such Power.

'Isn't there anyone in his world that cares for him?' he thought to himself as he looked upon the suffering soul on the living plane of existence, 'The incarnations of Fate and Destiny really screwed up in their plotting and planning when it came to this section of the omniverse...'

He then gathered the entirety of himself and condensed it into a much smaller and compact form. He need not worry about any duties he needed his other parts to perform, as there was really nothing else for him to take care of. His other duties could be taken care of by his subordinates. His name was Alexandre Westwurld, Lord and Master of the West World Crossworlds, much like Crius Crossworld was the Lord and Master of the Crossworlds, and Toukou Kyonshi was the Lord and Master of the East World Crossworlds. There were many more of them, those guardians of the worlds in-between, but the rest weren't as important at the moment.

After gathering himself, he plummeted down to the land of the living to relieve his chosen charge of the burdens of life, and eternal life of agonizing suffering was something that even he would not wish on an enemy.

He arrived just outside of the front door of Number 4 Privet Drive, wearing a business suit. Knocked on the door and waited for a response.

"Who are you?" Petunia Dursley asked after opening the door.

"I am Alexandre Westwurld, and I am here to relieve your husband of your nephew," he said.

"My nephew? But he's not here," Petunia said, putting two and two together reacted in a different matter, "You're one of them aren't you!"

"I assure you Mrs Dursley, I am not one of those," he said, "I am of a different sort, the sort that decides who will live and who will die, the sort that says when the grass will grow, and when the desert sands will sink to the bottom of the sea."

"What?!"

"Let me enter and I will try and stay away from you," he said to her.

"Fine, see for yourself that boy is not here," she said and let him enter her home.

He quickly went to the cupboard under the stairs and peeled off the magiks in and around it to get to the suffering youth inside.

He shrunk all of the non-living things inside the cupboard and placed them in one of his pockets before picking up the convulsing youth.

"As you can see Mrs Dursley, your nephew is here, and is worse than he had ever been in his entire life," he said, "I will be taking him now, and you better pray to whatever higher power you believe in that I never encounter you again."

He then walked out of the house carrying the battered and broken form of Harry Potter in his arms, in full view of all of the neighbors of the Dursleys. Before leaving he felt around for the source of the magik that had caused all of Harry's suffering. After finding it, he traced it back to its source and placed all of the magiks on the sources and let the Master of the Black Arts experience everything a hundred fold, but instead of it lasting for an eternity, it would only last until his original time of death would arrive.