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.

Note 2: Got bored, wrote this.

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Avada Kedavra

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chapter six

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The days passed by without incident, his schoolmates eventually learned not to bother him as those that did met some very grissly but not deadly fates. He had a tendency to curse those that dared to disturb him, it was probably due to Charity and his surbordinates already knowing when to and when not to approach him as well as how. He had been used to people knowing such things, but these children were so entranced by his celebrity status that they treated him like an object and not really as a person, which was why he decided to simply place curses on them, nothing deadly as they really didn't deserve such fates, and he didn't need to extend his lifespan that much anyway, still having a millenium's worth of lifeforce and spirit.

He had gone from celebrity that people wanted to be friends with, to the unapproachable celebrity, once again he was a Cursed Child. Some of the muggleborns whose parents had follows his story on the muggle side of things immediately tried as much as possible to avoid him due to his status as the Cursed Child, he whose guardians kept dying one after another, for mysterious reasons. While his schoolmates were not dying, they were still being cursed, which is something which scared of those that knew of his identity in the muggle world.

The professors didn't seem to have any problems with him, as he did rather well in their classes, transfiguration being his best subject, and the potions professor chosing to ignore him and give him the grades he deserved after their first lesson. The man had tried to read Harry's mind, trespass into the mind of a predator, one whose view on death was uncommon, but what scared him into behaving was the memory which Harry decided to share with the man, the memory of his first kill, with the professors body surperimposed over the dying holdapper.

Defense Against the Dark Arts, while not a favorite of Harry's, was once again a favored class due to the instructor actually knowing his subject, as well as not stuttering which in the past made lessons harder to understand. Most students thought that DADA would be something which interested Harry in, well, they were soundly disappointed. A student had managed to work up the courage to approach Harry one time and asked him if he enjoyed the class. Harry's reply was that if the class didn't teach about how to defend against death, then it was useless to him.

There were of course a few first years that didn't care about the danger of associating themselves with Harry, they didn't care about the rumors about being cursed, like a certain platinum blonde and a red head.

The blonde insisted on trying to bully Harry into becoming one of his friends, servants more like. Harry never minded him, which made people think that they were friends. The other red head on the other hand, was determined, it seems, to die as he insisted on insulting Harry along with the rest of the Ravenclaws, there really was something about the Gryffindor that Harry suspected as being slightly unnatural. It was as if he did not have a life of his own, as Harry scanned his mind he found out that the red head had some standing orders or something like that to either befriend of make sure that Harry Potter was friendless.

It was around Halloween when Harry had enough with the antics of the dynamic duo. It was time to return to being the Demon Lord and stop being the Cursed Child. They had been pestering him greatly, one wanting to use his fame and influence to gain support and more allies for future politicking, and the other wanting to either be his best friend or sink into the ground in shame, or even just seek out professional help from the professors.

Before the feast, Harry had sent mental messages to his operatives that night, as they had jobs to do, there were lessons to be learned, one such lesson was not to flaunt what power they had, and the other was not to tickle a sleeping dragon, while they had not kicked the dragon awake, the tickling is an irritation that an already irritated being will not and no longer tolerate. His operatives had their orders, and as a Halloween present the two pureblooded boys would be receiving the gifts of a lifetime, it was time to nip their futures in the bud.

His operatives were given the coordinates of their targets, it was to be a kidnapping mission, a kidnapping, not for food for their boss, but for some psychological punishment. Two strong personalities were about to be crushed by the lesser demons of the underworld. Their existences were going to be shattered, and their lives forever ruined. Their movements and plans proceeded like clockwork, there was to be no mistakes, and there were no mistakes. No matter what protections they had on their properties, the death magic that the lesser demons of the Demon Lord named Harry Potter were able to overcome the protections in one property due to their potency to kill off even magic, while the other property seemed to go so far as to invite those that possessed this energy. One property did not have the adequate protections to keep such deadly energies away, while the other was too inviting, too welcoming. One was like a weak mind, while the other had an unquenchable thirst for power.

Before the students finished their last class, before they entered the Great Hall for the Halloween feast, the lesser demons of the underworld run by Harry Potter had successfully gained entrance into the homes of their victims. While they may not have a direct way to use magic, they had tools to perform what was needed to be done.

They had been provided, along with their daggers and knives, with a ring and a necklace, the ring was for them to wear, as it granted them some additional but temporary abilities, while the necklaces allowed a link to temporarily form between the wearer and Harry.

After entering the homes, seriously wizards and witches should invent a ward against lock pickers, the lesser demons crept through the houses in search of their victims, finding them was simple, catching them was even simpler, a simple tranquilizer dart was all that was needed to incapacitate the targets along with anyone that was present that could possibly throw a monkey wrench into their plans.

They slipped the necklaces around the necks of the two witches, and did not need to inform Harry that their end of the operation was completed, for the moment the necklaces were slipped on Harry felt the connection form. He then got to work.

Harry poured in all the images and feelings he believed his victims felt as they died, as well as the feeling of the death magic turning into his emerald flames, how they felt surrounding him that first time. It was a feeling that for a normal human being would have been more than just disgusting, more than that, it would have felt horrible. While it had empowered Harry, it would make grown men chose to find the quickest way to rid themselves of the feeling, that way being death itself. He ended their vision of hell by having them see him, then see his eyes burn with the fires of his frozen hell. To the two witches it would seem like they had been sent to hell due to all the good things that they had done in their lives, their sins just making their punishments worse. There was also the added mental command given by Harry that whenever they did something helpful and caring, or something technically and ordinarily good they would feel pain, they would suffer, while whenever they did some bad, they would know that what they had done was, they would feel guilty, but they would crave the feeling for it was not painful, but pleasant. They would betray their very beings, and there is also the added bonus of whenever they saw someone they viewed as a loved one or a friend, they would see a demon, and should they see their son, they would see the devil himself, they would see Harry Potter, the Demon Lord of their mental frozen hell.

Harry knew that when a wizard or witch died, their family members were informed via black letters sent via owl. This was usually done when their loved ones died on the field of battle or something like that. Well luckily for Harry he knew about such a practice, and had left additional instructions with his subordinates. Those instructions being to send via owl, black letters to the two students that had crossed the line, that had forsaken their survival instincts and their common sense to achieve their selfish desires. Unfortunately instead of ultimately being able to reap their rewards, they would be made to indirectly suffer for their actions.

The owls flew in, sure they looked to have come from a post office, but they were owls carrying black envelopes, carrying black or death letters clenched between their talons. They landed in front of the two students that had been pests to Harry, as well as the brothers of the red head as it would not do to break the illusion that someone had not actually died.

The message to the two pests read...

Be lucky that they have been allowed to live,

Continue to pester he-who-shall-not-be-disturbed

And you shall reap your desired rewards from the sides of the caskets of your loved ones.

Signed,

HP

DL

While the messages to the brothers read...

Be lucky that you have not angered

He-who-was-cursed-with-death,

Else you would be weeping by the graves of your loved ones.

Signed,

HP

DL

p.s. There is a reason why Gryffindors are secretly disliked by the majority of the populace.

While the rest of the school felt some amount of pity for the students that had received what they thought to be official notifications, the boys that had received the letters didn't really know how to react. There was also the feeling of wanting to know what had really happened, and who had sent the letters, as well as who they had angered to receive such a threat, while that was not what it was, it seemed to be. Even though it was more of a warning or a promise.

Before anything could be said concerning the matter of the notification letters, one of the still absent professors made his presence, known for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was male. He entered the Great Hall in a state of panic.

"T-Troll in the dungeons!" was all he managed to say before passing out. It looked as if he had managed to just barely escape from the dungeons. How such a simple minded creature had managed to enter the castle, baffled the students and professors, but the students didn't have time to actually ponder such things as their logical faculties were replaced with their own rising state of panic, all except for Harry.

Someone had to have let the things, in, and it was not likely to have been the professor, not that Harry really mattered, but he did want to know what the reason for such a thing was. He knew it to be a distraction, but a distraction in order to accomplish what, he did not know, but wanted to find out. Perhaps it was a distraction to allow the one to allow it to enter to gain access to whatever it was that was most likely being protected in that forbidden floor.

It was the perfect time for him himself to explore the forbidden corridor, and if he should meet up with the troll, well, he did need some magical energies that would not be missed by anyone at all.

By the rush of students getting out of the halls and safely to their dorms, Harry was able to make his escape and headed straight for the third floor corridor, but when he passed by one of the girl's loos he heard a scream of fright, and against his nature decided to investigate. What he found was one of the Gryffindors cornered and about to become paste via troll club. He did not need to think, he simply acted.

"Impudent troll, dare to kill before me?" Harry said loud enough to catch the troll's attention, and divert it away from its target and over to Harry.

When the thing was facing him and preparing to attack him, Harry raised up an arm and pointed a finger at the simple minded thing.

"You think you're a monster? Well let me show you a real one," Harry said calmly, as the club was descending on him, then said, "Now, DIE!"

As per usual, emerald flames exploded out of his body and traveled quickly to his fingertip and fired straight at the troll, burning it to a crisp in a matter of seconds, leaving not even ashes. Harry then walked up to the spot that it had stood and picked up an almost perfectly dark grey soul pearl, it had one streak of red in it, the rest was grey. Then placed it into his soul pouch, where he kept all the souls he had taken but not placed among his collection.

He turned around not bothering to check on the student he had saved and went off to further investigate the third floor corridor, but before he was able to leave the bathroom, three professors entered the door, wands raised in preparation for battle, prepared to defend any foolish students that had left their housemates to confront the beast.

"Mister Potter? What are you doing here?" Professor McGonagal asked.

"It was my fault professors," the Gryffindor said before Harry could answer, "I had read about trolls and thought that I knew enough to confront it, but Harry here overheard me and came after me."

"That was very uncharacteristically stupid of you Miss Granger, you could have been killed," the old witch of a professor scolded, "That will be ten points from Gryffindor. As for you Mister Potter, I suppose.."

"Pardon my interuption professor, but Miss Granger did not do as she claimed to have acted. She was not present at the feast and therefore had not heard about the troll being in the castle," Harry said, "I will not accept another's excuses for my actions. My curiosity is to be blamed, as I wanted to see how I would personally fare against such a brute. Suffice to say, not even ash remains of the beast."

"M-Mister Potter are you trying to tell us that you were able to k-kill the troll?" Professor Flitwick, Ravenclaw head of house asked, stupefied.

"You do not believe that I am capable of such a feat? While I may not have read about such a beast, I have managed to rid the school of such a pest," Harry said, his expression remaining as it always is, deadpan, save for that one moment during the opening feast as his gaze landed on the headmaster.

"I..it is hard to believe that a first year would be able to stand up to a troll, no matter its species," the dimunitive professor said.

"I believe him," Professor Snape said, knowing somehow that Harry truly was capable of such a feat, perhaps it was the mental torture he had gone through during that first potions class, then said distastefully, "Twenty-seven points to Ravenclaw for successfully committing murder on another living being. Congratulations."

"If you professors would excuse me, I have other places that I need to be at the moment," Harry said, then left the room, but before completely exiting said, "Security of this school is pathetic, I hope more dangerous creatures enter to terrorize and kill students."