Harry Potter, No More!
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Plot: What happens when all that a hero sees is death, destruction and dismay everywhere he goes? Easy: he looks to the heavens and he decrees two words: NO MORE! But what happens when Harry decides on this course of action?
Author's Information: Well, here it is, ladies and gents: my last story of 2013 and also the winner of my 'Dark Den' poll and I feel I should inform you of how I'm doing this: three little words…How…I…choose! In other words, this comes from my imagination and my creativity and, if you don't like it, then don't read it and wind up spoiling it for those who enjoy my work.
Dedication: I'd like to dedicate this story to everyone who voted on the poll – even those who didn't vote for this one – and especially to my good friends T-TrainorTurkeyT, StormyFireDragon, Loki Palmer and Winged Seer Wolf: my recommended reads…are any written by those authors, though I also recommend the story Harry Potter and the Grim Heritage by shinobikarasu; an amazing read and a well-written adventure.
Harry/Hermione
Neville/Luna
Other Pairings TBC
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'Thought'
'Telepathy'
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Review Answers:
Deathbender's Vamwolf: Don't take this the wrong way, but that wasn't intentional: I'm glad you're enjoying the story;
Muirnin: It's funny, actually, because I see a few characters in our hero/anti-hero: Harry, as I mentioned, would be The Master; Hermione would be River, Neville – ironically and I don't know exactly why – would be Jack, Luna would probably be Jenny and his enemies…well, need I say more?
Texan-muggle: Yes, obviously they were also used there, but the 'idea' was inspired by my good friend;
T4: All will be revealed as there's not many more chapters to go;
Zamia: It's actually a line from Kick Ass 2 and it just seemed to fit;
StormyFireDragon: We're almost coming to the final showdowns here, Storm: so enjoy;
Reishin Amara: I may use that when our hero confronts the biggest of his pains;
Winged Seer Wolf: It's like reuniting with an old friend, D: how I have missed my dark side;
Anthony37: Fear is just in the minds of those who doubt how they would see things from the point of view of our anti-hero;
"Leave them for the vultures to find," Harry answered, earning a laugh from Hermione before he added, "Mind you, if you can get me a memory of Molly screaming when she finds them, I'll be greatly amused and willing to do anything to repay this debt…"
He glanced to Neville as he said this, his eyes glowing with magic that, from within, the former Squib-Gryffindor gasped as he realised what Harry meant, the Dark Lion then repeating his last word of the promise;
"Anything!"
Chapter 7: So Much For History
Wind howled through the night, carrying a scent that would change the world;
Within his cell in Azkaban Prison, Harry sat and waited, his eyes closed while his hands rested softly on his lap, his mind counting down the seconds that would come until it was time to take his revenge and the next step in his conquest. Around him, the darkness seemed to prowl and creep at him like some great beast of darkness waiting to pounce, but, instead of striking at him in rage, this creature was more scared than predatory.
Outside his cell, the wind rushed around the prison island, the cries and whimpers of the other prisoners as soothing to him as the whispers of the wind.
But within his cell, deep within his mind, Harry felt only contentment and a sense of accomplishment with what he'd done: the deaths of the two pains of Hogwarts would be sad for the world, but they'd also send a message: you didn't target the allies of the new King and think you'd get away with it.
To do so, to challenge the authority and security of the King's circle of warriors was to court death;
As Ron and Ginny had just proven.
Admittedly, Harry had to consider that he'd miss Ron and Ginny now that they were dead:
After all, with them gone, who was there for him to play with and break and enjoy every single moment of doing so?
Harry Potter, No More!
The stroke of midnight was like a death knell for all within Azkaban as, just as the twelfth strike echoed through the halls, a cold rush that was far colder than even the entire Dementor population could manage suddenly blew out from one cell, the feel of the cold and the iciness of the fear that licked at the air sending even the warden-creatures themselves into a screeching frenzy, causing them to back away like a vampire backed away from the cross.
However, at the centre of the iciness, the door to one specific cell opened suddenly and, from within, a black-shrouded figure emerged, the body of the figure covered by a sharp-edged black coat that seemed to reflect the icy environment around him. As the Aurors on duty made a move, the figure just lifted his head, showing pitch-black eyes that filled with red flames before the Aurors burst into flames.
With the flames that burned at the Aurors keeping the Dementors at bay, the other prisoners could only watch as this figure in black moved through the Dementors, each of them whining and crying out in their ethereal tongues as they actually submitted to this figure.
Reaching the highest tower in Azkaban, the figure let his power draw itself in, revealing the pale face and emerald-green eyes of Harry James Potter as he looked out over the island, a trio of flames now burning around him where, from within, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood all appeared, the lesser of the trio taking her lover's hand before she asked, "Now?"
"Now," Harry answered, knelling on the ground before, with a strike that could have probably split the earth in two if he'd wanted, he slammed his palm into the ground, sending a series of black seismic sonar-magical waves through the island. When the waves struck the Dementors, they screamed with pain and fire as their hearts and services to Azkaban were transferred to this human, each of them recognising and acknowledging him as their king.
At the same time, the prisoners of Azkaban also screamed, but with a mix of ecstasy and pain as they felt their magical cores explode, but, at the same time as the explosion, their minds were warped by a shadow that took the form of a black serpentine dragon. The dragon moved amongst the prisoners, munching on their souls and devouring their free will, leaving nothing in its wake but a solitary command that echoed through the minds of the inhabitants of the island.
"You shall serve your King…for He is the Power!"
Harry Potter, No More!
The Wizengamot was in a state of complete uproar:
When word reached the mainland that Azkaban had been taken, the Minister's first reaction had been to send a squad of Hit Wizards out to the island, but, when they'd returned, it had been without their wands, robes or their identifications and, instead, there was only a message scrawled in their blood: SORRY; UNDER NEW MANAGEMENT!
Almost immediately after that, Cornelius had summoned the members of the Wizengamot and gathered them together, including one Albus Dumbledore who watched the proceedings with a feeling of dread boiling up in the pit of his stomach.
As the many Lords and Ladies of the magical council yelled and cried out amongst themselves, their words and arguments were suddenly cut off when a loud bang echoed through the council chambers and, seconds later, several members of the court screamed as thirteen Dementors swooped into the hall. Despite the best Patronuses being fired at them, the creatures seemed unaffected and instead of feeding on the largest gathering of souls and happiness they'd ever found, the Dementors simply took their places around the hall, twelve of them forming almost a perfect clock-like circle while the thirteenth took centre stage.
From under this Dementor's cloak, the four figures of Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom, Hermione Granger and Luna Lovegood all appeared, the two women pointing wands at the Wizengamot while the dark sovereign simply lifted his hands and, to the shock of the Wizengamot, the floor rose up, a black throne with gnarled shapes and spiked appendages forming on top of the spire that rose from the ground. As everyone watched in horrified silence, Harry took this throne and, once he was seated, he lifted his hand in a mocking wave before he addressed the hall.
"Now then, Minister…chicken-shits…ooh, new voice now eh?" he asked, coughing hard several times before he adjusted his tone as he muttered, "Hello, hello, hello…anyway…" Shaking his head with a disgruntled look on his face, Harry shrugged before he continued, "Why don't we stop and have a nice little chat where I tell you all about my plans and you can work out a way to stop me…I don't think!"
"Potter!" hissed one of the Wizengamot members, firing off a curse that aimed for Harry's head, "You monster!"
Before the curse even got close, the Dementor closest to the Wizengamot member rose up and, without even hesitating, swept over the man's face, its draining influence not just forcing the man to his knees: it literally turned him to dust.
"Too bad, so sad, let's move on," Harry mused, making a note to discover the identity of his servant's feeder – he later learned it was Lord Parkinson, which made him laugh as he considered how similar the daughter was – before he looked around the room as he added, "Now, before we begin, it seems we have some uninvited guests to the party: so, Dumblefuck, while I'd love to kill you now, I feel it's not the right time…so Go Home!"
Dumbledore vanished in a whirl of flames while Harry looked around once before he asked, "Dolores Umbitch: are you here, Toady?"
"Don't you even dare address me with such bile, Potter," Umbridge hissed, but her words were cut off when snake-like ropes bound her tight and held her from the ceiling like a piñata at a birthday party.
"What's about to happen isn't enough for you, bitch," Harry hissed, looking from the toad back to Wizengamot as he added, "Because you see, ladies and gentlemen of the Fudge's Wanking Aides, this country has been sick; this country needs healing, this country needs medicine – in fact I'd go so far as to say that, what this country really needs, right now, is a Doctor. But, since I don't much believe in them, I say I'll have to do instead."
"D…D…Do what, Potter?" asked Fudge, watching as Harry surveyed the room, checking each and every face on the bench.
"Well, it's a glorious day, isn't it?" asked Harry, looking now to Avery, one of the few unseen Death Eaters in the room as he added, "The Wizengamot's in session, Azkaban has a new master and all's right with the world…so, let's get down to business!"
He thumped his hand on the arm of his throne as he said this, the impact apparently spreading through the room as papers and dossiers were sent flying.
When the members of the council reacted with shock and worry, Harry scowled before he asked, "Oh go on, crack a smile: it's funny…isn't it? What do you say, Thomas? Funny…no? Little bit?"
"Very funny, Potter," Avery remarked, guessing that the boy was somehow working through the so-called treaty he had with the Dark Lord, "But if we could…"
"No, no, no," Harry cut him off, waggling his finger at the man like he was scolding a naughty child, "Before we get to that; I feel it necessary to say one thing…thank you, one and all: you ugly fat-faced bunch of wet, snivelling traitors!"
"Ha, ha, very funny," Lord Smith replied, earning a glare from Harry that made the dark wizard wonder if he'd heard of the ill fate of his son yet.
"Perhaps I'm not making myself clear enough," Harry growled, "You see, that wasn't funny: funny, my Lords and Ladies, is like this…"
He put on a friendly smile with an intention of fun before he added, "Not funny…is like this…"
He frowned and seemed to harden his glare before continuing, "And right now, I'm not all…" smile, "I'm all…" frown, "because you are traitors: yes, YOU ARE!"
The members of the Wizengamot suddenly looked beyond terrified as Harry glared at each of them, some of the members considering going for their wands before they remembered what had happened to Lord Parkinson as Harry continued, "Because as soon as you saw the power swinging my way, you abandoned faith and support and jumped on the 'Harry-Potter-Dark-Wizard' bandwagon. So, in light of that, I feel it only right to give you this reward."
He waved his wand once and conjured what appeared to be a facial mask that covered his nose and mouth, the same mask now appearing on the mouths of Neville, Hermione and Luna.
"Pardon me, Harry…my boy," Fudge muttered, looking down at Harry with fear in his eyes, "But…erm…what is that?"
"A gas mask," Harry mumbled, his voice distorted by the mask.
"I'm sorry?"
Lifting the mask, Harry repeated, "It's a gas mask."
He gave a pleasant chuckle that seemed to be lost on the Wizengamot members as Fudge asked, "But what is it for?"
"Well, because of the gas…"
"I'm sorry?"
Once again, Harry lifted his mask, "Because of the gas."
"What gas?"
With a cold glare in his eyes, Harry gestured to the entire room before he answered, "This gas."
All of a sudden, the Dementors suddenly exploded in their positions like well-placed bombs, each of them releasing a cloud of silver gaseous spores into the air that began to choke several members of the Wizengamot. However, amongst those members, there were those who, to their surprise, were spared: members like Amelia Bones, Augusta Longbottom, Wanda Zabini, Ciaran Greengrass, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Andromeda Tonks, Evan Rosier, Alecto and Amycus Carrow and a few other choice members.
Fudge, meanwhile, choking on the gas, looked to Harry with desperate eyes, the dark wizard looking almost nonchalant while Fudge gasped out, "You're…you're insane!"
Harry gave the man a nod and a proud-looking thumbs up as if to say, 'Thanks very much.'
As the non-spared members fell to the floor, dead as doornails, Harry rose from his throne and, with a wave of his hand, he cleared the smoke and let the spared members of the Wizengamot survive before he removed his mask and addressed them.
"I feel I should apologise to you all for my little scare there," He laughed as he said this before he continued, "I don't know what it is about me that people get so obsessed over; maybe it's the smile? Is it the aftershave, the capacity to laugh at myself? I don't know: it's crazy!"
"Why…why are we still alive?" asked Andromeda, watching as Harry's unknown magic seemed to carry his throne to the spot where the Minister would sit en residence.
"Because as much as we wish otherwise, teenagers can't rule this world," Harry answered, turning to face the group as he explained, "Some of you are here because of your skills and others because I still have need of you: for example, Madam Amelia, you have an interest in this that could be of use to me. I believe you know her: Susan?"
"Don't you hurt her!" snarled Amelia, earning a rolling laugh from Harry.
"After seeing what I did to about 80% of the Ministry here, you actually think you intimidate me?" he asked, shaking his head with a mocking pout as he added, "If I want your children dead, I'll kill them…or maybe I'll feed them to my new pets in my new castle…I think you know of it: Azkaban? Anyway, as I said, you all have interests in this that intrigue me; so, here's how it's going to work. From now on, the Wizengamot is disbanded and you answer to me! I have only two more objectives to deal with…well," he suddenly looked thoughtful before he pointed to the Umbridge-piñata hanging over their heads, "Three, but I digress: once that's done, we're going to rebuild this world and any who don't like it. Well, I have the room to spare and Dementors to feed: get the message?"
There were a few murmured yeses from the members before Harry continued, "So, people of the new British Magical Council…nah, that's boring: what do you think, my Queen? What should we call this new world?"
"Hm," Hermione replied, looking around the room as though she was looking for inspiration before she smiled as she added, "How about…Empire? That has a nice dominating ring to it."
"Empire," Harry laughed, a part of him liking how it made him sound: Emperor of Magic…of Britain…no, Britannia! "Yes, perfect: the Magical Britannian Empire and each of you are now members of the Elite…my new Council with my dear friend, Lucius Malfoy, as Lord Magister of the Council; yes, perfect."
"Where is Lucius anyway?" asked Hermione suddenly, Harry answering her with a snap of his fingers where, seconds later, said Malfoy appeared, his eyes on Harry before he dipped his head and bowed before the dark sovereign.
"My Emperor," Lucius bowed, much to the horror of the Death Eaters that had survived, "I am at your command."
"Traitor!" snarled Alecto, firing off an Avada Kedavra Curse, but, like before, Harry just waved his hand and redirected the curse at both Carrows, turning them both into piles of dust.
"How I hate it when my plans fall like that," he sighed dramatically before he continued, "Lord Malfoy, as of right now, you are in charge of the Council and report all problems directly to me. As we seem to be in need of some new members, you will reach out to half-blood, half-breed and Muggleborn members and bring them into our fold. Any who refuse: kill them."
"Yes, Your Majesty," Lucius replied, earning a cold laugh from Harry as he looked around the room.
"Don't you just love how that sounds? Now," here, he snapped his fingers before he lowered Umbridge down and, tethering her like he was holding a balloon, he added, "If you'll excuse me, a bit of personal business…but know this: here and now, you hold no loyalties to the Ministry or to Dumbledore or anyone else. Any who defy this rule…well, they become my pets' next meals."
"Cornelius was right," growled Umbridge, her eyes on Harry as she hissed, "You're insane."
"I know," Harry sighed, tutting dramatically as he added, "But I do it brilliantly."
The members of the new Magical Council could only watch in horror as Harry, still holding Umbridge, then made a show of his power by vanishing in a field of flames, leaving the members in fear and concern for their future.
One thing was for certain: the magical world was never going to be the same.
But who could he have meant when he said he had two…well, three targets to defeat before he was done?
Whoever it was, the council members felt sorry for any that didn't submit to death before he got a hold of them;
Because whoever they were, they weren't long for this world…
Harry Potter, No More!
Back in Azkaban, in one of the deepest cells, Dolores Umbridge screamed in pain as a power more intense than the Cruciatus surged through her veins, the pain only overlapped by the sound of ice-cold laughter that came from her jailer while what they'd described as cattle prods were shoved into her ribs.
"Stop this, Potter!" Screamed Umbridge after another round of electrocution, "You can't do this: you're meant to be the hero…not this…monster!"
"Monster?" asked Harry, letting Neville and Luna back off as he approached Umbridge, "Is this what I am, Umbitch? Because the last time we spoke, you insisted I was a lying, no good little brat whom you were prepared to use both Veritaserum and the Cruciatus Curse on. Only this time, I'm not so weak, not so broken and most definitely not so weak! This time, Dolly, you're at my mercy and, once I'm done with the big sharks of my life, I'll be back to finish you off, little guppy."
Stepping back, Harry watched as Hermione now got her turn, using a rusty blade to carve the same five words into Umbridge's whole arm that the toad-bitch had dared to dirty her lover's flesh with: I MUST NOT TELL LIES!
"Why…if you're so evil…why don't you just kill me?" Umbridge snarled, watching as Hermione returned to her lover's side.
"Because you do not fear death," Harry explained, running a soft hand through Hermione's hair as she placed a kiss against his neck, "After this, you would welcome it: therefore, for the crimes against the Crown you've caused, your punishment must be more severe."
"Torture?" asked Umbridge.
"Yes, but not of your body, despite the pleasures I'm getting from this," Harry sniggered, groaning as Hermione used her lips to caress his excitement before he added, "Torture of your soul and so…here we are…"
"And where are we?"
"Home," Harry replied, lifting Hermione away from his excitement before he added, "Not just yet, Kit: the unworthy don't share in our pleasure. Anyway, where was I? Oh yes: we're home, Dolly; where I learned the truth about despair, as will you. There's a reason why this prison is the worst hell on earth... Hope. Every man who has rotted here over the centuries has looked up to the light and imagined escaping to freedom. So easy... So simple."
He seemed to stare out to the moon and the stars beyond before he chuckled as he continued, "And like shipwrecked men turning to sea water from uncontrollable thirst, many have died trying. I learned here that there can be no true despair without hope. So, as I conquer this country and make it anew, I will feed its people hope to poison their souls. I will let them believe they can survive so that you can watch them clambering over each other to stay in the sun."
He tossed a copy of the Daily Prophet at Umbridge's feet before he added, "You can watch me torture an entire country and when you have truly understood the depth of your failure, we will fulfil my destiny: we will destroy the old Magical Britain and then, when it is done and the new Empire is born from the ashes…then you have my permission to die. For now, my friends will play and I'll use you to relieve myself of any further rages: enjoy your stay, Dolly…because the only way out from here is in a body bag!"
With that, Harry left Umbridge to scream as his warriors continued with their new training dummy, Harry and Hermione meanwhile moving to the upper chambers where, as he let go of his bride, Harry then asked, "Hermione, you'll do anything I say, right?"
"I will," she answered, giving him her usual position of kneeling before him like she worshipped his darker nature.
"No matter what it will do to you?"
"I would die for you, my love."
"I would destroy this world if that happened," Harry replied, kneeling down to Hermione's level before he asked, "You turn seventeen in a few weeks, right?"
"I do."
"Then," Harry asked, "Once our enemies lie dead at our feet and I take my rightful place as the new Emperor, would you give me one thing?"
"Anything."
Placing a warm kiss on Hermione's lips that had her legs shaking with pleasurable release, Harry pulled back from Hermione before he asked, "Once we have our new world, my love…will you give me an heir?"
Hermione didn't use words to reply to that question…
Chapter 7 and Harry seems to have made his claim on the world, but who is left to stand against him now that the Wizengamot has fallen?
Plus, will Hermione be so willing to give Harry what he desires if and when he achieves victory seeing he'll do anything to get it?
Keep Reading to Find Out…
Next Chapter: The first of two targets is aimed by Harry as a treaty falls and a partnership ends; plus, a secret is revealed to Harry about one of the stepping stones to his breaking and we FINALLY learn how his power came out in the first place;
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AN: I feel I must apologise for the shortness of these chapters as of late; I try to keep my focus on Harry's rise to power rather than splitting it as my summaries would say, but the end result will be a good one. I also do this to ensure I actually complete a story rather than being forced to abandon it halfway through;
