Please note that I do not own Dungeons and Dragons or their relevant editions. They are owned by Wizards of the Coasts. I also do not own the Harry Potter franchise, as it is owned by JK Rowling. This is fic made by me to express myself in writing. Thanks for reading this blurb.
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Chapter 3
1 Year Later
A shadow glides on the surface of the water, malice and hate dancing in where its eyes should be. The shadow comes unto what looks to be a pier with majestic boats lined up. Words are whispered and subtle flashes of light appear. The shadow mutters another word and this time the darkness seems to thicken for a moment. The shadow is pleased, and glides across the pier, coming unto what looks to be a mountain. There is a passage though, with young men and women walking through.
The shadow moves unseen and makes its way through.
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Boris Ivanoff is a good student. He knows he is and he can make his grades in Dark Arts. If only Professor Karla will give him the extension he needs on his assignment. Boris snorted at the thought, there was no way in all of Durmstrang that Karla would give an extension. In Durmstrang, unlike the weak and pathetic Hogwarts, Durmstrang prided itself on the capabilities of both students and those who educated them and in Durmstrang, if you could not make it then you did not deserve to make it.
As Boris walked the warmly lit hallways of the castle, he mused about the subdued air of the school. Ever since Karkaroff bolted, everything seem to be a bit…weak, that was the only word Boris could think of. Say what you will of the former Death Eater but the man could run a school unlike the current principal. Headmaster Gorgov was a good headmaster but good did not cut it in Durmstrang. Boris would not be surprised if he was replaced within the year.
Boris was so busy on his thoughts he did not notice the shadow. The shadow that slowly descended and ripped his head off from his shoulders. No one was around to see the gruesome sight, so the shadow, now looking like Boris whistled and walked away.
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One hurried through the torch-lit hallways. He needed to be quick with this particular task if he was to bring about the end of sorcerers in this world. Unfortunately, One mused as he loped past uncaring and nonchalant attitudes of "fellow students", their sorcerers had too many ways of escaping him. One had at first thought about massacring them in their homes and places of congregation but unfortunately that idea never panned out. They were too dispersed and when they gathered together they had that uncanny ability to teleport at will. One would have tried using some dimensional spells to bind them all, but that would be too noticeable, especially if some escaped to tattle on it, and add to that fact their convenient systems of teleportation circles, or some variant known as the "Floo Network"
One needed to try something more drastic and after a few moments of deep thought it found the perfect solution. The mundane's would help One to purge them all and through their technological weapons known as Nuclear Warheads. These incredibly powerful-by mortal standards- weapons would be used to scour the taint of sorcery from this world, even if it meant the utter destruction of humanity. It would not be a loss to mankind across the planes, One mused silently. He came upon doors that marked this as the Headmasters tower and whispering quick spells, One became invisible and gaseous.
One hurried through the cracks and floated up the circular stairway, flowing through another door and coming into an opulent room, decked with many bric-a-bracs and odd gadgets that previous Headmasters and the current one as well most likely collected and placed here. Seated in a high back chair in the middle of the room, with his head lightly snoring on the carved oak table was Durmstrang's current headmaster Gorgov.
The fact that he asleep instead of tending to his school only confirmed the mind-ripped thoughts One had acquired in order to better familiarize himself with the school and its faculty. It seemed that quite a number of students as well as teachers disliked this current headmaster, preferring the previous principal, a former Death Eater by name of Igor Karkaroff. One floated to the fool Gorgov and silently willed the spells he prepared just for this occasion into existence.
Gorgov's snoring never changed and nothing seem to happen but One was already pleased, because the spells had worked. One knew this world's sorcerers had few spells they deemed "Dark" with only 3 being the most terrible, at least in the knowledge of the general population. The most insidious was the Imperius curse, feared for its ability to control another's mind. One on the other hand, had access to many diverse and eclectic choices of spells of domination and so settled on a spell known as Necrotic Tumour.
Through such a spell, placed on many fools for the past year, One could control the actions of targets chosen, since the magic coiled itself like a real tumour around the brain stem of targets, magically enveloping their brains and allowing complete and permanent control over their actions. Along with the necrotic cyst enspelled within them, One could also ensure their quick deaths to prevent word getting out and with the telepathic bond spell being cast, he could lead them together, like a conductor, and they would do its bidding without knowing who or what pulled their strings.
It was a pity that the people here did not like him, but One could care less. The time of their purging was fast approaching, and One did not want to miss it. With vaunted Dumbledore dead and Riddle quickly rising in power, the final battle would come, One mused, to Hogwarts and it would be there the hammer would fall.
One woke Gorgov up with a telepathic slap. Gorgov bolted upright and One did not care for his facial features or hair, because to One they all looked the same. "You will obey slave. Your task for now is to place the important faculty members under the Imperius curse and to task them with maintaining the stability of the school," One would have done the job itself but why waste a good slave who could cast such a spell himself?
Gorgov gurgled some response but his mind spoke of submission. One smiled inwardly and teleported away. It could give further orders through the mind-link and right now One needed everyone to be calm. With Dumbledore gone and that buffoon Voldemort in charge, it needed everyone to stay within their own little circles to better his chances to annihilating them with the mundane's super-weapons. The path of subterfuge and domination could guarantee that no one would find out, especially since no one could divine his magic's and the only tell-tale sign of the tumour, a lesion on the back of the neck, was masked through his clever use of meta-magic.
As One floated through the now mind-controlled HMNB Clyde and their nuclear armed submarines and warships, One chuckled into the cold night air, imagining the mushroom clouds that would cover the world, and the sweet silence that would follow.
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This fic is going to end soon, though with my schedule its going to be quite some time before I can end it. However I do have the intention of ending with the proverbial bang.