Harrison Slytherin and the Dark Desires.

By

Dark Dragen!

Author's Note:I would like to point out that until now I didn't have a Beta Reader, so you would have to suspect bad spelling, grammar, along with randomly switch between past and present-tense. Please understand that apart for being dyslexic, I have learning difficulties: so I have trouble putting the past and present-tense in the right places, not only that but I'm awful at description and often need to ask for help with things I need descripting.

I had a review who thought that the last few chapters were cliché, boring and convoluted, I'm sorry, but for being boring and convoluted, these are only the first few chapters and suspected to be at the moment. But for those who think that they were cliché, most likely they were: as I've said before, there's only matter of time before all ideas become cliché. It's even harder not to make the first few chapters cliché, as most of the ideas to start the story are more or less the same now days, and so I hope the future chapters will be better.

New Beta Reader's Note:Cogito, ergo cogito sum. (I think, therefore I think I am.) I'm new here, but please don't forget that I exist…. *pout*

Chapter Three.

31st of December 2012:

Harry sat there as Ginny laid on the bed with a sly smile on her face, having just finished giving her Master a rigorous blowjob. Harry sighed in delight, he was very happy to see that over the last few months the petite redhead had learnt how to pleasure him It took a while for him to convince her and Tonks to play with each other though. They were against playing and fucking with each other due to how they were raised but, thanks to the cruel tools of pain and pleasure, they soon learnt that it was better to play and fuck each other, otherwise they would be in a world of pain.

Harry sighed in dissatisfaction, if he had the time he would fuck Ginny, but he only had about fifteen minutes before he left Privet Drive for good, so with a disappointed sigh, he ordered the young girl, "Ginny, get up and get dressed, it's time we leave."

"Do I have to Master?" Ginny asked disappointedly, as she took hold of her Master's cock and began to play with it, hoping to change her Master's mind. She was more than comfortable where she was and didn't want to move.

Harry smiled in amazement and a hint of pride at this, knowing it was because of him. She truly did know how to play him and make him change his mind at times. 'It's true,' Harry thought in amazement, 'sex is quite a excellent and pleasurable manipulative tool to completely change one's mind.' And at any other time he would've allow it, but they had a limited amount of time. So once more he firmly said, "Do I have to repeat myself, Slut? Have you forgotten your place? That you are nothing but a cum dumpster, a whore that is meant to service me!? Do I have to remind you that we're on a tight schedule."

"F - Forgive me, Master, I'll get dressed now." Ginny replied submissively, fearing what her Master would do to her. Whilst he wasn't too bad of a Master, should she or Tonks push him too much or disobey an order that was important to him, they would be punished severely. So, not wanting to be punished again, she wisely got up and got dressed quickly.

Harry had gotten dressed as well, he then called out for Knatur.

"Master Sir be calling for Knatur, Sir?" asked the female House-Elf who looked terrified to be in his presence.

"Please take Ginny to Grimmauld Place, and then tell Tonks that everything's a go. Also, bring the bodies back with you." Harry ordered the elf.

"A - At once, Master." a frightened House-Elf said with a bow and a shiver of fear as she took Ginny's hand and popped away.

As the Elf was away, Harry made sure he had everything sorted out. He was leaving most of it behind, except for his Invisibility Cloak and the Map, as he would definitely need them. He would never destroy the Map or his Cloak, as they belonged to his family as well as being useful magical artefacts and he may be able to replicate the map another time.

Now, as he waited for Knatur to return, Harry thought back to his visit at Gringotts. After Sokmex left to get rid of the Horcrux within the Hufflepuff's Cup, he and Ragnok spoke about how he would get the rid of the Horcrux within Ravenclaw's Diadem. They also discussed how the Goblin Nation would pay Harry back for returninga Goblin Item, that was supposed to be returned centuries ago, and how he was going to bring back another one soon. That was a lot for a Goblin to be indebted to a Wizard, especially the debt Ragnok felt his King would feel he owed Harry.

Harry knew he could ask for almost anything he wanted, but he knew he had to be very careful as to how he dealt with this. He didn't want to upset the Goblins by asking for too much, as he still needed them for his future plans and as such did not want to be on their bad side. So all he asked, for now, was for them to check him and his belongings to see if there was any spells on them. Surprisingly they did find a few spells on Harry:

The first was recently removed. He had a basic parental magical block. The Goblin Healer who saw him said this was not common but not abnormal, as children who showed high amounts of accidental magic when they were a child their magic was bound this way. This parental magic block also blocked any magical skills he might have, as he was young and nearly if not entirely unable to control them. Not knowing what they were, meant he could have been a danger to himself and others. Harry suspected that at least one of the potential skills in question were his Metamorphmagus ability, so it made a lot of sense that his parents blocked the skill until he was old enough to control it especially considering the fact that many people desired to have sex with Metamorphmagi due to their abilities to change their physical appearance.

The Goblin Healer admitted that it was not as surprising that the block was still on him. They understood why it wasn't undone sooner, Harry's parents might not been able to tell anyone before dying that he had block on him. But what was surprising was that the block didn't break down by his eleventh birthday, when most magical parental blocks were meant to. This was so that the child could begin to learn and control their powers at a magical school. It would seem that someone made certain that this block would not break down. Sadly, whatever happened to Harry to forcibly modify or quite possibly evolve him, had not only undone the block, but it destroyed any evidence of who might have reinforced the block.

It wasthe same with another magical block that they had found. Not only did it block over half of Harry's magic, but it ensured that Harry couldn't do possibly do well in his academic performances. It had also suppressed Harry's natural intelligence, and made it difficult for him to learn new things if anything at all.

They also found that he was keyed to two wards. The first was a Mail Blocking Ward, that would redirect his mail to somewhere else. Whilst the link between him and the ward was still there, they couldn't tell who did it. As Harry thought about it, many things began to make sense when he thought about it, which were some of the things he was initially confused about. He was supposed to be famous and yet he didn't get any fan mail. It would explain why people were so upset with him. If he didn't reply to the mail, even with a formal letter, people would think he was an ungrateful spoiled brat.

They also discovered that Harry was keyed to a non-beneficial Blood Ward. This was meant to not only monitor his health and repel those with magic - unless they were keyed into the wards - it also weakened him. It was a kind of ward that was used for prisoners, to keep them magically drained, and ensure that they did not commit suicide. It was the kind of ward used for the unlucky bastards under House Arrest. The Goblins were shocked that Harry was able to get into Hogwarts with the combination of the magical blocks and living under such a strong suppression ward he should've been labelled a squib. Harry, on the other hand, guessed quite easily who was behind the ward, and was angry at the pathetic meddling senile old man. He knew how horrible his condition was and how the filthy Muggles the Dursley's treated him. In time, the senile old man would get what was coming to him.

As for his belongings? His glasses, his robes and a few of his Muggle clothing had a lot of tracking charms on them. There was also one on his Invisibility Cloak. Harry was extremely unhappy about this. However, knowing Dumbledore from Voldemort's point of view, it would be something the old Headmaster would do in order to maintain control of him. The only good news was that the charms only told the old codger Dumbledore he was in the area. They did not show his specific location, unless he was close enough to feel the magic of the charms which was within 7 feet of him.

Harry asked if there was any way to get rid of them, and the Goblins admitted that there was. All he would have to do was take a complex potion and the wards would fall. And, seeing the that the charms were also keyed to Harry, they would also dissipate. But, they warned him, the moment that they fell, the person who cast them would know. Harry understood, thanked them, and stated that this would work perfectly for his plans.

Once Harry sorted out the Healers, it was time for Harry to leave. He had very little time before Tonks informed the Ministry about what he knew about the Goblins. However, over the next few days, Harry and Ragnok wrote to each to discuss the Potter Vaults, his Trust Vault, and reclaiming Ravenclaw's Diadem. Harry also inquired as to the purchase/selling price for thousand year old fresh Basilisk Meat. Ragnok was shocked at the inquiry, but depending on quality, the least Harry could suspect to get was eight hundred galleons to the kg. If the meat was of excellent quality, the price could be even higher.

There was a few other things that they conferred about., Mainly they discussed using the Time Chamber, which scheduled to happen on the midnight of 'Harry Potter's' death, and the birth of Harrison Slytherin. They were finalising everything, so that the Time Keeper knew what was needed to be done in the past. Harry couldn't wait for midnight, as he was excited to discover what his new self had been through, places he went, people he saw and such. He thought that it would be interesting to view the life of his new self, seeing that he didn't personally experience the life himself.

One of the most interesting letters he got from Ragnok, and the best gift he got for Christmas, was the blueprints for Azkaban - which he got on Christmas Day. Not only did he get the blueprints, but the crafty old Goblin had somehow managed to get his hands on the shift schedule for the guards at Azkaban. Harry, with the knowledge from Voldemort, quickly decided upon a plan. After getting a few things from Knockturn Alley, he was ready. This would blend beautifully with his other plans. With everyone searching for the escaped Death Eaters, they wouldn't have time to look for his 'killer.' Then again, they could spend their time looking for the Death Eater that escaped for his 'death,' believing he was the one that killed Harry Potter.

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29th of December 2012:

It was late in the evening of the twenty-ninth of December. Harry was under his Invisibility Cloak on Azkaban Island, slowly making his way to the prison. He was amazed at how incredibly easy it was to get onto the island, he had thought there would be a lot more guards. But, then again, most were not foolish enough to make the attempt unless there was no other choice. However, this last week was one of the few times when the wards and other spells were been upgraded. Because of this, most of the Dementors and Aurors were staying in one area of the prison, as the casters/warders were working on them.

The island itself could be considered as a massive sheer cliff, with some jagged rocks jutting from the cliff face. The island had an ethereal cold feeling to it, surrounded by an eerie calm sea. The plant life mostly consisted of the occasional bit of moss clinging valiantly to the stark terrain here and there, along with the rotting husks of trees. As Harry looked above him, he could see crows circling forebodingly extremely high in the sky, barely visible thanks to the moonlight glancing off their wings. Harry only saw the black birds land once in a while, as they rested before starting to fly around the island again. As the carrion birds glided about the landscape, some dodged the lighthouse to the east, which stood on its own cliff. Others descended to the frigid nests they had tucked carefully in the cracks.

Oh the top of the cliff was a fortress, of which parts were built into a cliff. Stone watchtowers and thick walls appeared to hold fast against the spray of rain and the razor-sharp wind. Closer inspection revealed the worn cracks that allowed the elements to torment the prisoners, whistling between the stones and soaking the rags that passed for clothing. The cold and damp suffusing the structure made the perfect backdrop for the burning chill of the Dementors' powers. It was no wonder that those who were incarcerated here went absolutely mad. There were also three dragon's head statues, which were surrounding the fortress itself, that formed a triangle.

Normally it would take a person at least three hours before they arrived at the castle, but Harry wasn't planning to head to the castle itself. The people he was after were instead under it. It was a protected bottleneck, making it easier to control the prisoners should they try to escape. Harry headed to the west side of the island, where he found the hidden passway. Only a few people knew about it - only those who looked at the old blueprints such as the warden. So, after roughly an hour of walking across the west side of the island, he found the entrance of the passway and made his way to the cells he was looking for.

As he passed each cell, he put a timed explosion spell on the door similar to a Muggle C4, and left behind a wand and Portkey that he got from Knockturn Alley. There was a note with the items, telling them that they were there for them to make their escape. All he asked was for them to go out and do whatever they wanted and to cause chaos far and wide. There was twenty of them, seven were Death Eaters. The others were powerful Dark Wizards and Witches who wanted to become Dark Lords or Ladies, but were caught before they could get far which he privately thought was very pathetic it isn't that difficult to do so when you have the power and drive to do so they would not be a threat.

Finally Harry got to the cells he was after, the Lestranges and Sirius Black. Upon arriving at Rabastan and Rodolphus Lestrange's cell, he pushed a wand he got from Knockturn Alley through the cell bars and quickly cast the Killing Curse on the two brothers.

"Who's there? Did you come for dear old me?" asked a gushing female voice, who Harry had to guess was Bellatrix Lestrange, "Who have I missed getting killed? Was it Dumbledore? Yesssssssss, tell me it was,tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, I SAID TELL ME! That the foolish Mudblood lover died! He deserves it, HE DESERVES IT FOR DEFYING MY LORD!-"

"Unfortunately Dumbledore is still alive, it was just your husband and your brother-in-law that died, Bella, my dear." Harry said in a sweet tone that her former Dark Lord used to talk to her in.

"My Lord is that you?" the last Lestrange asked with hope that turned into glee "Yes, yes, Yesssssssssy, yesssssssssy, yes I KNEW YOU'D COME FOR ME MY LORD!" which then turned into curiosity, and she stood up and look through the cell bars, "Why does your voice sound different, younger? Did I go back in time or are you possessing someone? Or maybe I'm crazy, but I KNOW I'M NOT CRAZY EVERYONE ELSE IS CRAZY FOR NO KNOWING WHAT I KNOW except you my lord." she ended her insane muttering with sweetness and adoration towards him.

"Azkaban hasn't done you well, Lestrange." Harry said as he saw Bellatrix. She looked much older than she should, with her hair all over the place. It was as if she hadn't bathed or been taken care of all these years. He knew this was a prison, but he'd thought that prisoners would have at least the barest standard of care. However, with the place being guarded by Dementors, it seemed their rights and state of being were thrown out of the window. "But I'm not your Dark Lord. I'm more of a Dark Lord in training who has plans to kill your Master."

Lestrange laughed maniacally at this, as she said, "You might have killed my husband and brother-in-law, but they were WEAK AND WORTHLESS and you caught them off guard. AS IF YOU CAN EVEN ASPIRE TO KILL THE Dark Lord, MY DARK LORD. He has MADE it so THAT he is immortal."

Harry laughed back at the Dark Witch, as he said with a smirk, "You mean those soul jars of his, there are only three of them left, I've destroyed the rest. Even the one in your Vault has been destroyed."

"What!?" the last Lestrange screamed in anger and begun to curse at Harry for what he said and she then began muttering to herself "YOU LIE, YOU LIE, A LIAR THAT IS WHAT HE IS AND ALWAYS WILL BE THE DARK LORD IS UNKILLABLE!"

"Oh be quiet, you crazy bitch, you FUCKING woke me up." Harry heard from the cell across Bellatrix.

"So you must be Sirius Black. You're another reason I'm here, Black." Harry said with a smile, as a man with a gaunt, sunken face, waxy skin, yellow teeth, and long, matted hair and beard.

"I am, and who the hell are you?" asked Black, then looked closer at the person in front of his cell. He went on to ask in shock and confusion, "J - James is that really you? But how? I thought you were dead. OH of course you didn't die! STUPID, STUPID, SIRIUS JAMES ALWAYS WAS THE PRANKS (he said this while smiling maniacally and banging his head against the bars akin to a house elf punishing itself) Why are you here? Have you come to get me out of here old friend? YOU are aren't you? I KNEW IT?"

"Harrison Salazar Slytherin, formerly known as Harry James Potter." Harry said with a smile as he removed the hood from his cloak, where he begun to transform from Slytherin into Potter.

There was gasps from both Sirius and Bellatrix, "NOOOooooooooo I should've known James wasn't pranking me? But wait he said he was James's son, so it's Harry! P - Pup is that really you? But how? Why are you here?" asked a confused Sirius, not knowing if he was dreaming or not.

"A few reasons Sirius, but I'm mainly here for you and the Lestranges. Now, if you don't mind, I want to deal with Bellatrix." Harry said as he turned back to the witch in question.

"Harry, GET AWAY FROM HER!," Sirius warned his godson, "she's a dangerous and crazy bitch, even without her wand, I WON'T LET HER KILL YOU!."

"And you think I'm not, Black," Harry said without turning around, "I know what I'm doing and even if I didn't, you got no say in this." Then speaking to Lestrange, he said, "Now, Bellatrix, so you know I'm here for a few reason, as I said. One of them is to deal with you and your former husband and brother-in-law."

"Former? WHAT DO YOU mean former? Those fucks are probably still fucking through the cell bars" asked Sirius from behind him.

"Yeah. I killed them a few minutes ago. Get over it. I'm not the person who you want to be." Harry said as he heard his godfather gasp in shock as he heard this, although that was not really surprising. As it was strange for a young boy like him to speak of killing someone so calmly. He shocked himself, to be honest. He thought it was strange he could do so. As a normal twelve year old, he should be sickened or something, feel something. But, for some reason, he didn't. He could only put it down to the fact that he had memories of Tom and Voldemort killing, so part of him was used to it already. Either way, he went on to say, "And, in part, it is your fault due to you not being there for me when I was younger. So, unless you want to meet my parents before your time, please be quiet and I'll get to you soon. Now, Bellatrix, as I said, I'm here to deal with you and your former husband and brother-in-law. I made a sort of bargain that I would handle you three for keeping a Class-S Dark Object in one of their Vaults. Not only did you do that without their knowledge, but it was a Class-S Object that even they banned from their Bank. Not only have they taken over your Vault as punishment but they want you three dead."

"THOSE FILTHY LITTLE- ahhhhhhhhhh." Bellatrix began to hiss, before Harry cast a Cruciatus Curse at her, shocking both her and Black that a twelve year old could do this.

"Be careful what you say, my dear," Harry said sweetly, "feel lucky that I made the deal or you would be facing Goblin Justice and I don't think you want that. You see I have a small deal for you. One which, if you agree, will not allow you to be freed from me being your Master, but you won't have to worry about the Goblins coming after you."

Bellatrix was very shocked at the strength of the Cruciatus Curse. It was more powerful than her Dark Lord's curse, and she liked it. She had always enjoyed pain. She hadn't felt such pain in years, even when the so called Aurors tried to 'tame' her. They simply couldn't make her feel the pain she desired. But here was a twelve year old, who showed that he not only had the power, but the skill to pull off a Cruciatus Curse. He was making her feel pain and pleasure she'd never felt from her Dark Lord. He even spoke to her in the same manner. Either way, Bellatrix was curious, not only what happened to the baby who destroyed her Master, but why would he name himself after Salazar Slytherin. But before she get to that, she asked, "And what exactly does Professor Of Pain Potter have to offer?"She asked in a sing-song voice.

"Simple offer, to be honest," Harry admitted with a dark smirk, "Join me or die."

"Harry, what do you think you're doing?" Harry heard Sirius shout out in shock, "I don't know what has happened to you over the years, but you can't do this. Whilst your parents wouldn't want this for you, Lestrange is dangerous and crazy bitch. LISTEN TO ME DON'T DO THIS. She would turn on you without a second thought."

"Oh, I know that already," Harry smirked knowingly, "but I don't think she will. Thanks to something that happened at Hogwarts, I gained a lot of information about her former Master. I know she wants someone to control her, someone with power. A Lord who'll cause her pain and who has a Dark Heart. Without Voldemort, she has no one. I can see in her eyes that she wants someone… someone to replace her old Master. And, I'm willing to take his place for her. That is, if she doesn't want to die tonight."

Bellatrix had to think. On one hand, here was the boy who defeated her Master all those years ago. She had always wanted to kill the child to take revenge for her Master. She also knew that when her Master returned, she would be rewarded handsomely for doing so. However, on the other hand, if what Potter said was true regarding the destruction of the Horcruxes, she would have to rethink her future and fast.

And, to be honest, it was an easy decision: Harry was young and for some strange reason found it easy to kill if killing her husband and brother-in-law was any indication. It was a somewhat shocking trait to have in someone of his age. He claimed to have memories of her Master, and from the way he spoke to her, it seemed to be true. If that were the case and she didn't want to die, she would have to agree. The one thing you could say about Bellatrix Black was that she would do whatever was required to survive - no matter what it was. So, she was more than willing to follow Potter if it saved her life. It helped that he had potential and good looks. So, she could help train him to become the most feared Dark Lord, more so than her last Master, and still have some 'fun' with him - she wasn't too old for that.

"Let me free and you have my word that I'll follow you, and help you in any way you want my new master." Bellatrix said with a lustful tone of voice as she said the last part.

"Be warned Lestrange, betrayal will be punished and loyalty will be rewarded." Harry told the dark witch.

"Pup don't do this," Sirius warned Harry, "what would James and Lily think of this!? They would hate it, they would hate me and most of all they would hate what happened to you!"

"I don't know, and I'll never know thanks to that bastard Voldemort." Harry told Sirius, "If they were alive then things would be different, but they aren't and we're here."

"BUT -" began Sirius, but Harry interrupted him by say, "Don't even try and talk about the Light, they are nothing but corrupt. It is because of the so called Light Side, that you're here at Azkaban."

"W - What?" asked Sirius.

"Isn't it simple? If it wasn't for the Light Side wanting you in here you would be free." Harry explained to his Godfather, "I've found out a few things over the last few months, the main thing is that Dumbledore could have given you a trial that so many other Death Eaters had, but was denied to you. Think about it for a moment, why would all the known and suspected Death Eaters given trails but yet you were never had one?"

"It was different back then, you wouldn't, couldn't understand," started Sirius, as he tried to explain to his Godson, "I don't think Dumbledore COULD have possibly done anything back then."

"That's loads of bollocks and you bloody know it," Harry said darkly, "Dumbledore was and is the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot. He could easily give you the trial that you deserved, and could have changed the outcome of everything."

"You can't blame Dumbledore for sending me to Azkaban," Sirius defended his old Headmaster, and Leader of the Order of the Phoenix, "it was BARTY Crouch Sr the bloody wanker who sent I me here. Dumbledore had absolutely no influence in Department of Magical Law Enforcement besides the small influence he'd have for passing laws. Being Chief Warlock doesn't give automatic authority in any of the other offices even though he certainly had a few people there. Barty went after all suspected Death Eaters with a flaming vengeance."

"Oh I'm not denying that Crouch Sr was responsible for you and other suspected Death Eaters being here, I'll admit that," Harry admitted with a sigh, "but yet he gave almost all the suspected Death Eaters trials. I would have to wonder how many of those who didn't get trials were really Death Eaters, and were just in the way of Barty Crouch Sr's path to whatever he was trying to do. I mean those who were caught red handed like his son Barty Crouch Jr, and the Lestranges who got caught torturing the Longbottoms got trials when you did not."

"Oh the good old days," Bellatrix said dreamingly with a absolutely mad look in her eyes, "I do miss those days, can't wait to get back to torturing pathetic Muggle-lovers and more. I might see the young Longbottom Shite once I get out of here, and finish what I started all those years ago, yesssssssss that would make ickle Bella happy again."

Harry and Sirius ignored the mad woman for now, as Harry went on to say, "But you were thrown in here without a trial, just because a Muggle eyewitness told the Auror what they thought they saw and heard. And we all know that with magic, we can make Muggles see what we want them to see, and some of us can make them believe what we want them to. Because of this, you should definitely should have had a trial to find out the truth, to see if you really killed Pettigrew or not."

As much as Sirius hated to admit it, it would seem that Barty Crouch Sr himself, wanted to see him in Azkaban for some twisted reason. What that would have been, only Barty the bastard himself would've known. He listened as his Godson went on to say, "So whilst Dumbledore didn't have anything done about you going to Azkaban without a trial, he has done everything to make sure you're being kept here without any solid evidence. He was/is the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, whose job is to make sure that the law is upheld, and these sort of things don't happen. But yet it was his job to make sure you and others got a fair trial and justice, he didn't do anything, and the only reason I can think he it was because he didn't want anyone but him to be able to influence me.

"To be honest I blame him for my parents death, you ending up here, and me becoming the way I am now… not that I'm sorry for that. From what I have learnt, the old fool knew there was a spy within the Order, but he did nothing about finding out who it was. He was a Master Legilimens, and so could have read people's minds easily to find out who the spy was. Or he could have used Veritaserum to determine who the spy was. But yet he did nothing to find the pathetic worm, and because of that I lost my parents and you. That, thankfully, allowed me to become who I am now.

"And if everyone thought that you really were the spy, I had thought that they would force feed you Veritaserum to see what other secrets you might have told. And if you were the spy, I thought they would normally try and turn you into their spy to learn more about the Death Eaters. Just like Dumbledore's pet Death Eater, Snape, or as I like to call him a Dead Man Walking." Harry told Sirius darkly.

"What? Snape was a Death Eater spy?" Sirius hissed darkly as he heard this.

"Oh yes, didn't you know that?" asked Harry.

"No but then again Dumbledore always did keep things to himself," Sirius explained to Harry as to why he didn't know about Snape, "then again if I or James knew about this, we would have done something stupid as the three of us never got along. So why do you call him a Dead Man Walking? And how do you know the asshole?" Sirius asked with interest.

"For some strange reason Dumbledore hired him as the Potion Professor for Hogwarts where he teaches," scoffed Harry at the idea of Snape teaching, "if you call it teaching. I've got no idea why the Old Man thought it was a good idea that Snape should be a professor, 1) he hates children, unless they are in Slytherin, even then I think he only does it because his old friends' children are in Slytherin. 2) Snape might be a great Potion Master, but he can't teach to save his life.

"And as for why I call him a Dead Man Walking, he was the main reason my parents are dead," here Harry adopted a look that if looks possibly could kill, and if Snape was there by some chance he would be dead on the spot, "as he sent Voldemort to them because he overheard half of a prophecy that would say a child born at the end of July with parents that defied the Dark Lord three times would kill the Dark Lord."

"That fucking bastard, as soon as I'm out of here I'm going to kill him!" Sirius admitted angrily, as he thought about how the man was partly responsible for the death of two of his friends.

"No you're not Black!" Harry sneered darkly, "The honour of his death goes to me. You would only end up getting the kiss if you did so, and how would you 'protect' me?" Harry reasoned to the angry man.

"Fine," sulked Sirius, unhappy about not killing the man himself, but he could see that his Godson was right about this at least, "but how is it that Snape isn't here with us? The Order didn't get a spy within the Death Eater Camp until at least two months before the end of the war."

"I would like to know that too," Bellatrix admitted, "he along with the rest of us done a lot, and I don't think spying on us more two months would be enough to avoid this place."

"You can blame Dumbledore and his need to give people second, third and so on chances." Harry admitted darkly at their question, "Whilst I don't care about that, all Dumbledore cares about is giving the 'bad guys' all the chances possible to change their way, at the cost of the lives of the innocent. Snape was no different, but for that ass, he didn't become a spy to repent, but because he was looking out for himself. He learnt that Lily was the mother of the child that was going to defeat his Master, and begged him to let her live, and give her to him. He didn't care if I or dad lived as long as she did. But Snape also went to Dumbledore too, so he had both ends covered, just in case Voldemort didn't upheld his end of the bargain.

"Because of this, Dumbledore thought that Snape had turned a new leaf, and covered for him. Funny thing is that Voldemort knew this, and was okay, as long as Snape was useful to him as a Potion Master and spy for the Order, Voldemort would allow Snape to play his game. Oh and don't get me started about the Death Eaters who blackmailed and bribed their way out of getting caught.

"So tell me, why should I side with the 'Light'? At least with the Dark, I trust them to be themselves and know what to suspect: liars, cheaters, rapists and killers. All of which, I can and will handle. So I ask you, Sirius Black, will you join me and protect me as my parents would like you to do, and something you should have done from start, or would you like to die tonight and go to them knowing that you failed them by protecting their son."

Sirius had to think. He was shocked to hear how Harry spoke and wondered how he knew about the Order and about the spy. He shouldn't have been aware of the two, but yet he was. Was it true that he had the memories of the most feared Dark Lord of his time, and that they were affecting his pup somehow? Whatever the case, whilst he was worried, he had to think about what he had said.

As much as he wanted to deny it, Harry was right. As Dumbledore was the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, he could easily arrange a trial. It was both his right and duty under the original Ministry Charter. If the Minister tried to deny him, he could have used his position in the International Confederation of Wizards to bring pressure from the other magical governments. Not that Sirius thought he would 'waste' that much effort on someone obviously guilty, but why not even try? Sirius really didn't want to think that it was so that his old Headmaster could gain control over his pup, but what other reason could there be? Black couldn't think of a single thing, and it worried him.

As he pondered it, the years of being in Azkaban surrounded by Dementors, and finally finding out that the one man he trusted after James - his brother in all but blood - had betrayed him, the little Light that was left within was snuffed out. All that was left was darkness that he had fought off all these years. His pup was right, he had failed his best friends by not protecting their son. So, right there and then, he decided he would protect Harry with his life and teach him the Dark Arts that were the Black Family's Inheritance/birthright.

"Pup, you're right I have failed you all these years. However, if you let me, I'll be there now to protect and teach you." Black vowed to his Godson. Then, he paused as it occurred to him. "But I do have to ask, what happened to Moony?"

"Who's Moony?" asked Harry as he tried to remember the name from Voldemort's memories. He could have sworn he had heard the name before somewhere.

"Remus Lupin, he was a friend of mine and your father's along with Peter Pettigrew," Sirius explained to Harry, "I had thought that with your father and me out of your life, he would have been there for you."

"The werewolf…" Harry hissed as he remembered where he heard the name before, it was from Voldemort's memories with Pettigrew. The Dark Lord would torture him for using those silly nicknames. Seeing the shocked face on Sirius's face, Harry said, "Oh don't get me wrong I've got nothing against werewolves, they can be very good soldiers especially ones that can control themselves in their were-forms, and transform at will other than under a full moon."

"Harry you should know that a werewolf can only transform under a full moon," Sirius explained to his Godson, "and werewolves can't control themselves unless they use the Wolfsbane Potion."

Harry just smiled at this, and asked with a smirk, "And please tell me who told you that werewolves cannot control themselves unless they use the Wolfsbane Potion?"

"Well the Ministry of Magic of course -" began Sirius, as Harry began to laugh as he said, "In which most of them working there are corrupt, or are against the likes of werewolves or other half-bleeds. So of course they wouldn't allow them and those who support them to know about such things. As they don't want to treat them as equals. But I can tell you that there's a way to transform without the full moon, although they would be stronger during that time than any other, and able to control themselves whilst a werewolf without the aid of the Wolfsbane Potion. In fact Voldemort found a spell to do what I just said, and had told the werewolves that if they helped him win the war, he would teach them the spell after the war. But what they didn't know was that apart for a hand picked few, the Dark Lord was going to kill them all."

Sirius was shocked at what he heard, he and the rest of the Order had wondered how You-Know-Who was getting the aid of the werewolves, now he knew. He was shocked that such a spell was real, and knew that Harry was right that the Ministry of Magic wouldn't allow the werewolves to know about it. As it would mean they would have to treat them more fairly, so it was no surprise that they went to the Dark Lord when he offered such a deal. It was also no surprise that he would kill the werewolves after what he got, and only keeping a handful he trusted.

Before Sirius could say anything about this Harry looked at his watch and said as he let them out, "We haven't much time, do you two have a place you can stay in England for a short while?"

"Well there is one place, although I prefer that I don't go there." Sirius admitted with a dark look on his face as he thought about the place he was thinking of.

"Don't worry you'll only be there for a month, two tops, as you won't be staying in England for long. But I need to sort some things out first before you can leave the county." Harry explained to his Godfather.

"If we're not going to be there for long, we can go to the Black Ancestral House." Sirius told Harry.

"Good in that case, Knatur." Harry called out for the House-Elf, and a few moments said Elf appeared.

"M - Master S - Slytherin called for Knatur." Knatur said with a large amount of fear present in her voice, not only scared of her Master, but where she was.

"Yes, I want you to take these two people and the two dead bodies within the cell, to wherever my Godfather wants. Afterwards I want you to look after them for the next few days." Harry explained to the Elf, as he opened the dead Lestrange brother's cell. before turning back to cells he asked Sirius, "How good are you at transfiguration?"

"Your father and I were the best in our class, and got better as we left Hogwarts, why?" asked Sirius, wondering what his Godson was thinking.

He handed a photo of himself and his first friend/pet, Hedwig, and said, "Can you make the recently deceased Lestrange brothers' look like this in two days?"

"That level of transfiguration to make it believable would take a few days." Sirius explained to Harry.

"It doesn't need to be perfect, just enough that it can fool people that it used to be me," said Harry, "as I'm planning to fake my own death, one where me and my owl dies in a fire. So the bodies only need to be good enough to fool people that it's me and my owl that have been burnt to death."

"That I can do Harry." Sirius admitted.

"Good, now you three go," Harry said as Sirius and Bellatrix took hold of Knatur's hands as the Elf levitated the dead bodies in front of her, and before Knatur left with the Blacks, he told the two, "when you get to wherever you're going, please tell Knatur where you are, and she'll tell me."

"Of course, Harry/My Lord!" said Sirius and Bellatrix together as Knatur popped away leaving Harry alone in Azkaban smiling, everything seemed to be going the way he wanted. And so with a sinister smirk, the young man cast a spell to allow the timed explosion spells he placed earlier to go off, allowing the Dark Wizards/Witches to escape before he used a special skill he'd learnt from Voldemort's to leave Azkaban, Fumation. It was a skill that allows a person to transform their body into smoke, and teleport where they liked and so far there were no wards that are able to stop it.

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31st of December 2012:

Harry smiled, whilst he didn't spend much time with the two, but from what Knatur had said they were barely getting along with each other, but yet they had done nothing to each other. She told him where they were staying, helping to clean the place up - and earlier that day that they had finished transfiguring the bodies, which meant his plan could go on without much problem, which wouldn't be easy if the bodies weren't ready.

But there was one last thing he had to do before he could carry out his plan, Hedwig, he had to talk to her about her part of his plan. He didn't want to kill her, but at the same time he couldn't allow her to live or wizards and witches who'll think that he may still be alive could use her to find him. As owls were able to find their wizard, and people who they got letters for, no matter where a person was, or what wards they might be hiding under.

So going towards the cage that Hedwig was locked in, he said softly, "Hey girl, how are you?" The Snowy Owl hooted back to him, which Harry understood as she was fine, he went on to say, "I know that you feel that I'm different then I used to be, darker and more psychotic," which Hedwig hooted in agreement about, "that's because I am. Something happened to me and this is how I am now, and nothing will change that, not like I want anything to, I never felt more free than I do now. I know I haven't said anything until now, but big things are coming very soon.

By morning everyone will believe that Harry Potter is dead, that he died in a fire accident, killing everything in the house. The question I'm trying to ask is that do you want to die for real, or do you want to come with me? It means that you'll need a new look and a new name." Hedwig hooted in shock and anger here, "I know, I know you pride yourself on your appearance, and you like your name, and you don't want to change that nor do you want to die. But the thing is I can't let you live either, as they would use you to get to me if they find out that I'm still alive." Hedwig hooted angrily at him, telling him that she felt hurt that he would think she would betray him like that.

Harry smiled at this and spoke softly to his owl friend, "I know you wouldn't betray me girl, but I know they would use whatever magic they can to make you lead them to me. Listen girl, I'm only asking you this as you're my friend, and the only thing I care about, if I didn't, you would die tonight and we wouldn't be having this discussion. So girl, what do you want to happen?"

The Snowy Owl had to think about this, unlike many humans out there, and many owls, she knew and considered herself as one of the smartest Mail Owls in the world. She knew that her Master wasn't the same person that he once was for months now, and that he was now dark and evil. She also know that whilst he was evil, he still cared about her, and to be honest she cared about him. He was a good friend and owner. But she didn't want to lose who she was, she didn't want to change her appearance or her name. But at the same time she didn't want to lose her friend and master. It came to her that there was really only one option for her, with her decision made she gave a soft sad hoots.

"Are you really sure girl? I know you pride yourself with your appearance." Harry admitted to Hedwig, in which she replied back with a few firm hoots. Harry smiled as he said, "Thank you girl, and if everything goes right when I make the change for you, I might be able to give you a reward." Here Hedwig hooted in interest, wanting to know what her friend had planned, but he wasn't going to tell her

Before she could try anything to get her Master to talk, and show who of the two was really in control, the strange little creature that had been helping her Master since they left Hogwarts, arrived once more. She was surprised to see two dead bodies that were almost identical in appearance to her and her Master.

"Thank you Knatur," Harry said with a twisted smile as he saw the bodies, they should be able to fool anyone who checked them to see if it was him and Hedwig, "now we wait for Tonks' signal and we can go." It wasn't long before he got the signal from Tonks, telling him he had a few minutes before his plan would go into action. So making sure that the fake Hedwig was in the case, and the fake him was in the bed, he quickly made sure that everything was in place and he closed the window.

As he did he could smell rotten eggs coming from downstairs, telling him that the gas from the cooker was almost everywhere in the house now. You see earlier that night, Harry made sure that the gas from the cooker was on. He knew that for some strange reason, none of the Dursleys had a sense of smell. Something to do with an accident a few years ago, they never told Harry what it was other then it was his fault that they couldn't smell, so Harry now suspected it was sort of accidental magic that he did as a child. Either way, it worked in his favour, as they couldn't smell the gas and by now were dead.

Smirking he ordered Knatur to take him and Hedwig to Tonks, as he appeared next to Tonks, she smiled and asked, "Ready Master?"

"Yes," said Harry with a dark smile as he gave her a deep kiss, "when the first set of fireworks goes off you may set off ours." As he said that, he took a complex potion that the Goblins had given him that would make all the wards and tracking spells he was keyed to fall, making it seem he was dead, out of his pocket and ready to drink it. Harry was happy to find out that the Goblins were able to make it so that the potion managed to change his magical signature too, in doing that there would be no sign of Harry Potter being alive.

At the beginning of midnight, the fireworks to celebrate the New Year began, and in doing so had signalled Tonks to set off her fireworks, in which one of them would fly into the Dursleys house. The exact moment that the upstairs window blew open from the sheer power of the flames, Harry drank the potion that the Goblins had given him, and in doing so signalling the death of Harry Potter and the birth of Harrison Slytherin. With no reason to stay, two humans and a House-Elf left the area with a pop.

It would be hours before the fire-fighters/fire services would be able to control and put out the fire, as the fire would have spread to the houses connected the Dursleys. It would seem that one of houses had some highly flammable liquids inside of the house, which made it extremely hard to put the fire out. Because of this, the fire services/fire-fighters would not only find four people and an owl dead at the Dursleys, but at least five other people's burned bodies in their beds. After the investigation, Muggle Police would put it off as a tragic accident, the Dursleys would be killed from carbon monoxide poisoning, as they were unable to smell the gas, and their nephew was killed in the fire when a firework from the night before that accidentally entered the house. Whilst that was easy to clear up, there would be an ongoing investigation on how the highly flammable liquids got into the house of Number Six Privet Drive, due the fact that Napalm the flammable liquid inside the house is usually used in warfare.

As for the Wizarding World, when they learnt about the death of the Boy-Who-Lived, panic, fear and chaos erupted. It would be a while, but things would calm down. But many people would change, people would lose their places,jobs, and power in the government, and the Forces of the Darkness would grow in strength, as there would be no beacon of light to frighten the Darkness as it once was. When the time came, the England would never be the same with Harry Potter. But that's another story altogether.

To be Continued!

Author's Note: Here ends the next chapter of Dark Desires, I thank you for reading the chapter, and I hope that you have enjoyed the story. I would like to thank the groups on facebook, Fiction Group and Stargatesg1fan1's Fanfiction Works and Favorites, and Fanfiction, Writers United: Main Branch, for their help. As they helped with writing this chapter and making it better.

The next chapter will show the aftermath of Harry's so called death, and the escaped Dark Wizards/Witches from Azkaban. For this I would like to ask for your help, what would you like to see, I have a few ideas ready, but I would like to hear what you want to happen before Harry leaves England. I won't say much, but in the next chapter Harry'll be getting Hermione and her mother, and the other two Black Sisters. Now depending what you would like to see happen, the next chapter will be the last one we see Harry in England.

Last few notes, I would like to apologise for lack of updates on my Vulcan stories, but of late my mood and muse has been wanting to be working on this. Lastly, whilst most of it has been Beta Read, there's still some to be done, but because of the heat where my Beta is high, she hasn't been able to finish it.

Poll: As I might have mentioned before, I'm going to have it so that Harry creates his own island. And because of this I need your help in naming the island. I've came down to two names, so pick one of them unless you can come up with another name. If you do, please explain what the name means please.

New Avalon:

New Atlantis:

Other - please give your idea for the name for the island, and the meaning behind the name too: