AN: A dark lord necromancer with a happy family life - one of my most morbid and original ideas.
"Honey, I'm home."
"Hi. How many people have you turned into ghouls today?"
"Only two hundred, there wasn't enough wood."
The next morning, Harry Potter arrived at the house of his grandparents. The veela-beast was there, hidden in the woods around and on guard.
Harry walked in. Kreacher, who was apparently afraid of the undead veela and of Harry himself, greeted him in the foyer. Harry let him to lead him to Ginny, who was lying on a sofa, still unconscious.
Harry watched her in her slumber and contemplated what he should do. If the lord of undead completely consumed Harry, he would turn her into an undead. But Harry decided otherwise. He decided to retain at least one oasis of peace. But he had other matters to focus on so this had to wait.
With Kreacher's help, Harry poured a potion in Ginny's throat. Then he left again.
That day he brought terrible news to the prime minister: Voldemort had taken over the Ministry again and again reigned from shadows using puppets. The prime minister had no choice but to enter the war. Several more muggleborns, hunted by the renewed mudblood patrols, joined the military's anti-wizard program. The rest of the wizarding population in Britain was torn between two instincts: their fear from Voldemort and their fear from muggles.
Harry also visited Andromeda's house, killed her and took Teddy. He figured out the he might be useful.
After few weeks, Harry finally done the required research and prepared everything. He brought a pensieve and other needed things to Ginny's bed. He poured a potion in her throat which was supposed to relax her mind. And then he started a long and meticulous work of obliviating Ginny. He couldn't simply erase the last two years from her mind, that would be too crude. He had to be very precise and selective and remove any incriminating memories while preserving as much as possible. Of course, he was unable to change her feelings - so he only had to hope that she still had some for him.
Later that day, Ginny opened her eyes and with blurred vision looked around the unfamiliar room. She closed her eyes again. The last thing she remembered clearly was the summer before her fifth year. Harry had been finally coming around and she had felt contended like never before. And from there on, there were gaps. Her education at Hogwarts, Quidditch with Harry as a captain and so on. Then the gaps grew wider and her memories shorter until they became flashes. She remembered Harry's victory over Voldemort and the joy she felt. The last thing in her memory was a flight throught night and a strange bird that carried her.
"Hey sleepy." she heard a voice.
"Huh?" she moaned.
"Shhh. Take it easy."
She rocognized the voice. "Harry?" she asked.
"It's alright, I'm here."
Ginny was confused. When she got stronger and asked Harry about her memory loss, he told her that everything had gone bad in the past two years and that she had had a nervous breakdown.
"I managed to get a doctor, I mean a healer, here. You were in some kind of coma and he told me that the only way to save you is to remove some of your memories. But then he died too and I had to do it without him. So I kept removing and removing, until you got better."
Ginny stared at him in shock. Then she asked, "What do you mean, 'he died too'? What exactly happened during those two years?"
"Gin, you must not dwell on it. At least not now, because those events caused your coma in the first place." pleaded Harry.
But Ginny continued, "And why am I in your house? Where is my family?"
Harry abruptly stood up. He looked like he was on a verge of crying. He said, "Please Ginny. It's almost unbearable for myself. We should focus on those who have survived. Look at what all those deaths done to Fleur."
Ginny gave him a bewildered look. Harry walked to the door leading to the garden and waved on something up. A little while later, the veela-beast landed on the garden. Ginny started to shriek but Harry quickly stopped her, "Gin, stop it! Act normally around her or you'll make her sad."
Ginny stopped shrieking and asked, "This... this is Fleur?"
"Yeah. She became like this when Bill... when he... you know. Then she became hellbent on protecting you. It might be a part of veela lore, I don't know."
"I remember... she saved me, didn't she?"
Harry then showed her Teddy, who was there with them. In the next days, he started to slowly tell her some things. He made sure to be truthful because a single uncovered lie could ruin everything. On the other hand, he left out things that nobody else then she (and her brothers) knew.
And so, Harry's dreams came true. Unfortunately (not for him though), the master of death could not stop there. It simply wasn't in his nature. The war continued and the whole country was suffering. Harry, Voldemort and the Undeath Eaters kept fueling it. With each fallen enemy, their army grew. And even some living people and creatures joined their cause.
When the prime minister realized a half a year later that something was wrong, it was too late. Harry entered his office and shot him in the head. Then he looked out of the window and said, "This kingdom... I mean these united kingdoms... shall fall. And from it's ashes a new order shall arise and it will shake the very foundations of this world."
And as he said, it happened. His undead army rolled over the land and its defendants, weakened by fighting each other, were unable to stop it.
"Hermione, conduct a simulation of the first week of the attack plan with the current parameters." said Voldemort. It was a year after they took control over Britain. They (he, Harry, Bellatrix and few others) were sitting in a large control room. The front side of the room was covered by a large screen. There was a map of North America on it.
"Simulation commencing." said a synthesized voice that resembled Hermione's. And there was a good reason for that resemblance. There was a huge server under the building they were in and Hermione's brain was it's key part.
Little dots appeared on the map and started to move. After several minutes, everybody was disappointed.
"OK, back to planning." said Harry.
Everybody started to think and then Voldemort exclaimed, "I've got it! We could develop a virus!"
"What would it do?" asked Bellatrix.
"It would turn everybody who is infected by it to a zombie. And when such a zombie bites somebody, then that person becomes a zombie too!"
Voldemort looked expectantly at Harry. But Harry asked, "Do you have any idea how to develop such a virus?"
"No, actually not." answered Voldemort sadly.
Everybody got lost in contemplation again. Then Bellatrix shouted, "I've got an idea!"
"Yes?" prompted Harry.
"It's not exactly a direct solution to our problem..."
"Oh no. Not any more of those!" wailed Voldemort.
"But wait! It's really good." pressed Bellatrix.
"OK, here with it." said Harry.
"I think we should build a secret base on the north pole. We shall carve it out of a glacier!"
"And what would be such a base good for?"
"Well, we would make a throne there for you. It would be made of ice and you would be able to sit on it and think about the world domination."
"I think that would be too cold." discarded Harry her idea.
They started to ponder again and then Voldemort proposed, "And what about spiders?"
"Spiders?"
"Yes. Giant undead spiders."
"Well, that's quite a good idea." said Harry with a smile.
But Voldemort wasn't finished yet, "And you know what? They would be able to throw nets at muggle helicopters."
"What?"
"Yes. And those spiders with a special upgrade will be able to throw nets even at muggle jet fighters!"
"Oh crap." sighed Harry and rubbed his scar.
