The Black's Lament

Chapter 3: The Claim of Perdition

A/n: Sorry this took so long. Real life got in the way, and let's face it, that's more important.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter nor do I make any claims that say I do so. I do own any plot and characters that are not canon and are of my own invention.

As always, this chapter was beta-ed by my ever sexy girlfriend JustOneBookWorm, who loves to point out, quite frequently I might add, how I apparently don't like commas. Well there's enough of them in here now, isn't there?

"Speech" – a demon speaking

"The Hell King was aptly named all those years ago, for he was a man of unforeseen power who was said to rule over Hell itself. This was a belief that was accepted for a long time, that is, until that fateful day when Perdition came to claim its King." – Excerpt from The Black Necromancer by Jordan Dantes

"Many things in the world are chilling, from the war with Grindlenwald, to the 1st reign of Voldemort; yet none strike fear in the heart like those of the last words of Harry Potter." – Excerpt from an essay by a History of Magic student 4 years after Harry's apparent death

September 15th, 2002
Black Castle
Ritual Chamber

Harry Potter kneeled in the center of the massive pentagram and devil's trap, which was painted onto the smooth, obsidian surface of the floor. Candles flickered ominously from where they floated along the walls, sending long fingers of shadows towards the lone figure of Harry in the center of the room.

Smirking victoriously he began chanting in a demonic voice. If all went well, the Second Wizarding War would end soon, and it would be because of him.

Son of the Darkness,

Heir of the Power of one of the four,

I am who this is.

As he chanted he took a ritual knife that was lying in front of him and sliced open his wrists, letting the blood drip out around him and into the pentagram. Carelessly, he tossed the knife to the side, uncaring what happened to it, as it was no longer needed. He should have cared.

Unseen by him, the knife skidded across the surface, leaving a long scratch that trailed its way through the paint, breaking the precious lines of power that the paint created.

Open to the flood,

Bringer of fire,

Lord of the black,

Brethren of the Seventh.

As he continued to chant, a wave of pure evil shock waved out from the center of the pentagram. As it traveled outward, it gained strength and traveled for miles around. Something evil was coming, and anyone within seven miles of the epicenter knew this simply by feel.

But of all of these people, only Harry himself was oblivious to this. After all, he thought it was going to plan. He didn't realize that the wave shouldn't have escaped the devil's trap, and that would begin his downfall.

Arise from the Seventh Ring,

And instill fear in my enemies,

For they shall quake at my feet.

Rise Valara!

Rise!

From the center of the pentagram, a speck of blood swelled into a circle that soon sent streams outward in a swirl. It overcame the entire layout of the room, before a stream of black light ripped from its center and pierced straight through the roof, disappearing into the sky. At the same time, the ground ripped open in a blaze of hellish fire that let forth a black smoke, that spoke of evils unseen on this earth for over a millennia.

For that single instant, Harry's eyes showed deep fear at what he had done. He knew that he hadn't done the ritual summoning properly. But that instant was gone as the smoke dove into his body, taking complete control of him. His emerald green eyes turned a soulless black ones, that had no whites, only darkness.

The being formerly known has Harry Potter smirked, revealing dagger like teeth that would put a full-fledged vampire to shame. His eyes flicked back to the normal emerald green of the host like a switch was flipped.

This time, Hell truly had come to Earth.

-The Black's Lament-

Diagon Alley
Later that day

Hestia Jones stood in shock as she watched her boyfriend in the center of what could only be described as a Hell on Earth, laughing mechanically in a voice that sent shivers down the spine even the strongest witch or wizard.

All around him, buildings were engulfed in flames and people were screaming as various demons terrorized the populace. What was going on was beyond anything she had thought would ever occur. She had known that Harry was going to attempt something massive, but it had clearly gone wrong, horribly wrong.

Summoning a regular demon was risky enough for the Black Dragons, and to an extent Harry as well, but this was beyond that. She couldn't imagine what he had been thinking; summoning a 7th circle demon like that, and now Wizarding Britain was paying the price for his mistake. The being that used to be her boyfriend was no longer that. He was something that needed to be put away, even if it resulted in Harry's death.

Sighing, she did the one thing that she had thought she would never have to do and apparated away with the rest of the Black Dragons to confront the one hope left for the wizarding world.

Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger.

-The Black's Lament-

Outside of Sydney, Australia
Home of Ron and Hermione Weasley

With the sound of a small crack, four people appeared outside of a small, ranch style home just beyond Sydney. The home was plain and didn't stand out from the other houses around. The normal looking house was buried in wards strong enough to hold out a minor demon. These wards were impeccably light based, but now 4 beings of a dark nature had ventured onto the property.

The four people that had arrived on the edge of the wards were part of the inner circle of one of the most powerful Dark Lords currently in power.

The first was Hestia Jones, the girlfriend and Dark Lady of The Black Necromancer, the second and third being his godfather, Sirius Black, and his niece, Nymphadora Tonks, and last but not least, was his most faithful. This one was the only completely hooded, covered in a black cloak that so closely resembled The Hell King's. The figure could easily be mistaken for him if it were not for the fact that the person was obviously female and slightly shorter, leaving her true identity, that was know to only a few, a secret and was known to the rest of the world as The Black Rose.

The Black Rose was nearly as feared as the Hell King himself, due to her ruthless and brutal form of fighting. Second in command to Harry Potter, she was a force to be reckoned with.

Coming to the edge of the wards, the four cloaked people stopped, unable to continue onwards due to the nature of the magic. However, they knew that their presence had been noticed and the residents of the house would come to investigate. Sure enough, they saw the door open slightly as two figures walked onto the tiny porch, knowing that they were safe due to the wards.

"Leave! You have no right to be here!" came a strong, familiar, feminine voice that none of the four had heard for quite some time.

Looking slightly unsure to the other three, Hestia turned back toward the source and answered back.

"We need your help."

That statement made the two figures visibly hesitate before the man sneered and yelled back. "Why would we help the likes of you?"

Sighing, she replied, "Because the worst has finally come to pass." Hestia said, sounding much like a seer.

Hermione Weasley gasped, knowing instantly what she had meant. Quickly, she turned to her husband and told him only loud enough for him to hear, to let them through the wards.

Ron Weasley looked shocked towards his wife, completely not expecting her to give in so easily.

"What?"

This time Hermione sighed.

"Ron, if the worst has come to pass, then it is quite possible that all of Britain is in danger."

"Like they haven't before?" he questioned in disbelief.

"Before, Britain itself wasn't in danger."

Ron paled rapidly before nodding and telling the wards to allow the four figures past the lines.

As the four approached, the couple watched them. They had both fled the country after hearing of Harry's rise to power and seeing the destruction and fear that he had caused; knowing that in spite of Harry's turn towards the darkness, that he had once been their best friend and that they couldn't bring themselves to fight him. So, they had fled to Australia, where Hermione's parents had been living at the time, and eventually married, preferring to try to remain ignorant of the war going on in Europe.

As they came to the porch, Hermione glared at them with hatred in her eyes.

"Don't even think of doing anything or believing that we are even on friendly terms," she spat out.

The 3 named people nodded their heads sadly while the fourth remained stoic.

Once they were all seated in the house, Hermione spoke with much less spite than she had earlier, "What has happened?"

Hestia sighed deeply before beginning. "The war has not been going well for either side. Even with Voldemort mostly cowed, he was still a driving force when he managed to raise an army of inferi. Normally, this would be no issue for Harry, but Voldemort had managed to find an ancient spell that prevented them from being controlled by a necromancer. With his army, Voldemort began to increase his raids and all sides began to feel the effects of the war.

Yesterday however, Harry decided to combat this army with one of his own. Unknown to us, he tried to summon one of the Kings of Hell"

Hermione gasped, covering her mouth with her hands. She knew what this meant.

The Kings of Hell were a group of demons that held almost total dominion over all the legions of the armies of Hell itself. No one could control them and all that have tried, died.

"Something went wrong and the ritual backfired on Harry. Somehow, the demon has gained total control of him and is wrecking havoc upon all of Britain; at the moment he is destroying Diagon Alley."

Ignorant of the magnitude of what just happened, Ron spoke up.

"So why do you need our help? Can't you, the famed Black Dragons and necromancers, put him down?"

Hestia opened up her mouth to reply but was beaten to it by Hermione.

"Ron," she started softly "Whatever there once was of Harry is gone. A demon King takes totally control of its host. And with Harry's powers…"

"There is nothing we can do," Tonks finished for her.

Sirius nodded "And add to fact that you are, or were, Harry's best friends, you are the only hope we have. It's only a matter of time before the demon puts its sights on other countries."

"Why are we the only hope?"

Hestia sighed "Surely you know the story of Salazar Slytherin. He was the last Master Necromancer before Harry and it took all of the remaining 3 Founders to stop him. It's part of the Necromancer legacy."

"But how do we do it?" Hermione asked resignedly.

"There's a ritual…"

-The Black's Lament-

Diagon Alley
Ellop's Owl Emporium
The next morning

Valara, one of the Kings of Hell, grinned evilly has "he" viewed the total destruction he had caused. It felt good to be back on Earth. He had a vengeance to finish. These disgusting creatures thought that they could control him and believed themselves to be his betters. He would show them.

Flinging black flames, he strode down the street toward the only remaining fully intact building.

-The Black's Lament-

Hermione painted the last white line on the large, open floor before standing up tiredly. What they hoped to do was a dangerous thing. They weren't simply trying to banish the demon out of Harry's body, but send the demon, as well as Harry's soul, into Hell. They had no choice now that the demon had tethered itself to Harry's soul, so a simple exorcism wouldn't work.

The ritual required both her and Ron to read a chant of Holy Magic, while focusing on activating the numerous runic symbols painted on the ground in a specific order; while the Black Dragons attempted to keep the demon, and by extension Harry, contained the circle. It was a very risky move, but it was needed in order to stop this menace.

Hermione walked nervously to her end of the room, opposite Ron, and nodded to Hestia.

They were ready.

With a sudden bang, the door the building exploded inwards, violently smashing though the room, before colliding with the opposite wall with a resounding crash that shook the entire building. There in the doorway, stood one of the most feared beings on the planet. Valara laughed mechanically at the pitiful attempt to stop him. Once these insolent mortals were destroyed, he could begin his plan and summon his brethren to him and this world would be theirs.

Valara paid no heed to the eight figures spread throughout the room; instead, only focusing on the two in front of him. This would prove to be his mistake. Stalking forward, he grinned revealing razor sharp teeth that were covered in blood.

"You believe that this…this disgrace can stop me? You have no hope" he spat out.

Hermione quailed under the waves of evil the rolled off of her former best friend's body. The evil was enough to make even the most powerful light wizard shake with fear. But, she needed to do this. He needed to be stopped.

"N…no…yes….we w…will be able to stop you" she trembled out trying to pull herself together and out of the corner of her eye, she could see Ron trying to do the same thing.

The Demon King laughed, sending shivers down even the Black Dragons' spines. Stalking forward, he crossed into the Devil's Trap and strode towards Hermione.

"I shall enjoy eating you alive you filth." Valara reached up a clawed hand to grab Hermione's throat, when a wave of Black Magic suddenly surrounded him as shadowy chains shot out of the ground at the feet of each Dragon, wrapping themselves around the Demon keeping him in place in the center.

"What is this?" he roared, sending the very building around him into tremors.

Hermione stepped outside of the circle and tried to gather up a grin.

"This is your downfall." With that she began her chant with Ron seconds behind her.

"NO!" Valara thrashed violently against his bindings, realizing what was beginning.

As the chant progressed, he twisted himself trying to destroy his bindings and destroy these infidels. With a resounding crack, one of the chains snapped free and Valara roared in triumph. But this was short lived, as the chanting of the Black Dragons increased and another chain took the place of the free one.

Several more cracked and were instantly replaced as the chanting of Ron and Hermione reached its crescendo.

With a final shout of defiance, the entire room fell deathly silent; even the chains had stopped moving. Valara stood shocked still, this couldn't be. His plans needed to be fulfilled.

Suddenly, the quiet was shattered as the very earth beneath them tore open. Eternal fires roared beneath the surface as the bodies of the dead tried to climb up and reach for their reward.

"NOOOO!" the Demon King roared in outrage as a deathly black cloud began to pull out of the body to which it was attached. The King struggled to keep his hold on the host he had claimed, but no being, demon or human, could resist the power of Death and its grip.

With a great sound of tearing, like a piece of parchment being ripped in half, the black cloud tore itself from Harry Potter and was sucked into the gapping portal to hell that still remained open. At once, Harry's body collapsed to the ground and with a cry, Hestia flung herself at her boyfriend.

Harry remained unmoving, as a soft "no" left his lips.

All he had fought for was destroyed, done. There was nothing stopping his soul from being taken to Hell and he knew that it wouldn't take long before it was claimed. He was finished.

His eyes widened with fear as he realized that nothing was stopping his soul. Nothing. Mother was not there. She wasn't there to help him when he knew she easily could. She was allowing him to go to Hell. He had been used. She had abandoned him.

Harry's back arched off the ground in pain as a scream ripped itself from his throat with words that would haunt many for years to come.

"MOTHERRRRR! WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN MEEEE?" Everyone present shivered at the words and shivered even more at the sudden feeling that someone…no, something had turned its back to them. Turned its back on Him. He was truly forsaken.

Harry collapsed limp. He could feel the tug on his soul already. It wouldn't be long. He was oblivious to the sobs of Hestia as she clung to his cloak, unwilling to believe what she had done.

As he felt the tug greaten, he felt a sudden wind blow through the room and everything dropped away from him. To him, it was deathly silent. Feeling something crawling on his arm, he turned his head and saw a black scorpion there. It seemed as though the thing had escaped from the smashed glass cage not far away, but something was different. There was another presence in the room. One of greater might than the previous, and it was asking its unasked question.

Unseen to him a dark grey cloud had begun to tear its way out of his body, forcing Hestia to release him and back away. All Harry was focused on was the scorpion.

As the cloud began its final tear an unheard word escaped his lips.

"Yes…"

With that, the scorpion sank its tail point into this arm and the grey cloud tore free of its mortal bonds. It was sucked into the open crevasse next to his body, the tear closing behind it, leaving the still body of the Black Necromancer, Harry James Potter, laying shattered in the center of the Devil's Trap.

Perdition had claimed it's King.

A/n: And here is the next chapter. I have no idea when the next one will come out as all of my stories, including this one are one hiatus now. Sorry. I also made up the summoning ritual so sorry if it sucks. Next chapter will bring about what happened after Harry retrieved Sirius and the return of The Black Necromancer in the present time.

Questions:
Who is the Black Rose?
What did Harry agree to?
Is there anyone you'd like to see as a member of the Black Dragons?

Review responses:

WhiteElfElder: My reason for that will become apparent in the next chapter as I didn't want to give away what happened there yet.I wouldn't expect you to know about the feathers as it is something I invented. They will become apparent later in the story and are related to Necromancy.

Ensoa: I meant as in he is a good version of Voldemort, yet he is still evil. He does not wish to destroy the world and eliminate everyone, but rather he wants what he thinks is best. But he is still evil. If that makes any sense.

agnar: Harry was defeated because he got cocky. Voldemort has had years of experience while Harry had only a few and tried to take over too fast. He was arrogant. I'm trying to make it different and I hope I am.

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