Friend of Lord Voldemort
Summary: Alexander Viator is back in the game, and he's planning for a big surprise.
Pairing/s: None. It may be some implied, but nothing for real.
Warnings: Blood and violence.
Disclaimers: Don't own Harry Potter.
"Talking"
'Thinking'
-Parseltongue-
Alexander Viator was Harry Potter
Warnings for this chapter: Attempted rape (not very explicit), minor gory details.
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Chapter Ten
Alexander popped another chocolate in his mouth as he twirled the quill around. He was sitting on his bed and had gotten a moment's peace after a boring day. Should he kill Parvati and Lavender or not? To do or not to do? He felt ridiculous as he lifted his hand and remade the position he had seen for Shakespeare's Hamlet several years ago in a book. He let the arm drop and continued to think. He should kill them; they liked Harry, not Alexander. They would never betray the Light, right? Hey, he had killed Neville! They were devastated over the teen's death, so he should kill them!
But… if he really should kill them, why did he feel so bad about it?
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Alexander watched the Bloody Baron at the Slytherin table before looking at Draco. He looked a bit like his grandfather, and it made the pain in the man's chest increase. He looked away.
"Harry, are you feeling alright?"
He looked up at Parvati and her eyes widened.
"You're all pale!"
She put a hand against his forehead and said:
"Harry, are you sick?"
Actually, it felt like he was going to puke his guts out but thank you for worrying. Great, he was starting to speak to himself; clear sign you were going mad.
"Maybe a little," he confessed, breaking himself from his thoughts.
"You should go and see Madam Pomfrey," Lavender said. "Come on, go! We'll tell professor Flitwick where you are."
"Okay," the man said. "Thanks."
He walked out from the Great Hall and steered his way towards the Infirmary.
"Potter!"
He turned and saw Severus coming. He groaned and leaned against the wall. He felt seriously ill by now and had no patience what the man wanted.
The black-dressed man came forward and was about to speak when he saw the raven-haired man's pale complex and his slightly shaking body. Instead of speaking, Severus grabbed him and helped him to Madam Pomfrey.
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Poppy Pomfrey was shaking slightly as she locked the doors to the Hospital Wing. She turned around and looked at the 'teen' lying on one of the beds. She walked up to him and slowly burnt the parchments with his medical history. The eyes opened and she said:
"Hello Mr Viator."
He stared at her. The medic huffed and repeated:
"Hello Mr Viator."
Alexander mumbled a greeting and only then did she continue:
"You're suffering from a phenomena some call over-store of magic."
"Let me guess; I have too much magic around my core?"
"Correct," she said. "What have you been doing?"
"Tom was right," he huffed. "I don't have any self-control."
She looked at him for a long time. Alexander remembered her when she was young; wide eyes, eager to help and a shy smile on her lips. She had been nice. The medic witch opened her mouth and whispered:
"Mr Viator… Alexander. How in Merlin's name are you alive?"
"Well, aren't you interested?" the man said and rose up on his elbows. "Why did you lock the doors?"
"Because I didn't want anyone come inside in case you decided to kill me."
"Kill you? My dear Poppy, don't think I've forgotten you stood up for me in the past. I don't care if you hate me today; you will not get killed today."
"I understand you just want to protect T-Tom. But killing won't help."
"It helps me," Alexander said. "It mends my heart and stills my mind. Now, how long do I have to be here?"
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Alexander, even when he was Harry, never really liked Flitwick. He had no idea why, or what he had against the small professor. Flitwick was a good professor, and he was fair. So why? Beside the fact he was total loyal to Dumbledore, the man had no faults. But there was the problem.
It was because he was totally loyal to Dumbledore that he would need to die.
Alexander opened the door and saw Flitwick swiping clean the black board. Dressed in a neutral purple robe and his normal assassin-look he stepped in and locked the door. Flitwick turned around and immediately fired a spell at him. The man flicked it away lazily and stunned the small wizard. He conjured ropes and bound Flitwick before waking him up. The small man was strong despite his size and began struggling.
"You're stronger than the others," Alexander mused. "Not even the miss in the Tower put up a fight."
"You are the one who killed all those innocent people?" Flitwick said angrily.
"Neville Longbottom's death may have been unnecessary but the other two deserved what was coming," the raven-haired man said as he crouched down. "Now tell me, mister, do you know who I am?"
"A killer! A worthless and cowardly killer!"
"Not quite," Alexander said and tilted his head. "I am a killer, but I'm not worthless or a coward."
"Dumbledore will finish you!"
"Oh, he already tried," the man whispered next to Flitwick's ear. "Over 50 years ago he tried. It didn't work."
"You can't be…"
"Goodbye, mister." Alexander lifted the wand and slashed it through the air. Blood sprayed out onto the ground. The coppery scent made Alexander moan. He was a bit worried about the fact he got excited by blood, but pushed it away a few moments later. Why worry? He was having fun.
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Screams echoed through the Great Hall as Flitwick's dead body came to rest against the Head Table, his eyes staring hollowly against the students.
Alexander watched it all play out from his seat by the Gryffindor table, and set his eyes on the two girls next to him. Lavender was holding her hands over her mouth, her eyes wide-open and terrified. Parvati didn't look much better. He set his eyes somewhere else. He had to kill them. He just had to… right?
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Next on his list was the Herbology teacher since she was too loyal to Dumbledore as well. He had still torn opinions whether to kill McGonagall or not, and decided to leave her until later. Once he was in action he would get a look on which side she was on.
Alexander moved quietly into the greenhouse, and saw Sprout working on some plant. He recognized the few plants in this one, and saw no one was too dangerous. He changed into his normal looks and stepped forth. The woman looked up and they had each other at wand-point immediately.
"Nice reflexes," he remarked.
"Thank you," she replied. "Now who are you?"
"Me? No one special."
"I will call on the headmaster."
"Oh, you will? Do so; it just means I get to kill two people instead of just one tonight. Lucky me; my little brother would be jealous."
"What are you talking about?" she said with a short laugh. "Like someone like you can defeat Dumbledore, the lord of Light!"
"Lord of Light? Merlin, why are you all so obsessed with the man?" Alexander asked. "Didn't you know he murdered an innocent student on Hogwarts?"
"The boy had committed several crimes!"
"Then why didn't he get a trial like everyone else does?"
Sprout fired a curse, but Alexander flicked it away easily. Ropes sprang out from his wand and bound her arms and legs. She fell down onto the floor, cursing him. He kicked the wand out of the way and smiled down at her.
"Goodbye," he said. "You were a good teacher but too Light for my taste."
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Students were pulled out from Hogwarts, frightened parents sending mountains of letters to the school. Dumbledore was finding it hard to find excuses to let the children stay there; the usual 'It's the safest place for a child to be when in war' did not work anymore since someone was killing people from the inside.
He had ordered Hermione and Ron to get back into Harry's good grades immediately so he could get a better surveillance over the boy. He had already tried to approach Parvati and Lavender but the girls hadn't listened. They said Harry was their friend and they would not betray him like Ron and Hermione had done. That was so ridiculous. He needed to get Harry under control as soon as possible.
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Alexander twirled his quill, looking at it with fascination. He was going to talk to Lavender and Parvati. He would tell them who he was. And if they wanted to hate him, if they wanted to leave him, then he would let them go. Away from the school. Away from all the traitors. He had come to care about them slightly, because they saw him as a normal person, not as a celebrity. He couldn't kill them. He wasn't that far gone yet.
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"Harry?"
He nearly growled when he heard Ron's sneer. He looked over at the redheaded teen and said:
"What?"
"Why are you in Neville's bed?"
"Maybe because I feel like being in Neville's bed," Alexander replied. He felt cold. His own bed didn't help. He wanted Voldemort. He wanted Abel. He wanted to be safe in their warm embrace, hearing Nagini's huffing and puffing about them and Theo's laughter, John's smile. He wanted to go home. But he could not. Not yet. So he settled on being in Neville's bed, because it felt warmer and safer than in his own.
"Dumbledore wanted to see you," Ron said. "Now."
"I don't want to see him," Alexander said and turned back to watch the quill.
"Harry, now!"
"Don't order me around," the raven-haired man warned. "I don't want to see him, so I won't go there to see him."
Ron had enough. He locked the door to the dorm in case Seamus and Dean would come and stalked up to the bed. He forced 'Harry' down onto the floor and said:
"You will go to Dumbledore now!"
"Try to make me!" Alexander shouted. "Let go of me!"
He was roughly pushed onto his stomach and Ron hissed in his ear:
"Dumbledore said I could use whatever means to get you there. If it means I have to rape you and then drag you there I will! The more submissive you are, the happier he'll be!"
Alexander froze for a moment. His pants were unbuttoned by the teen's hands and roughly pushed down his hips. The man began to struggle because he was not going to let that damn redhead do anything to him.
"I bet you'll be as slack as a whore's pussy," Ron sneered, struggling to get Alexander's underwear off. "Bet you'll scream real good once I'm inside."
Alright, it was obvious the teen had carried around the idea of rape longer than a few minutes. From the looks of it, Ron seemed to have wanted to do this ever since Alexander really was Harry.
However, he wouldn't let that happen. Alexander grabbed the hand struggling with his clothes, added magic and crushed the bones in the hand. Ron screamed. Alexander threw the teen into the wall while putting up silencing charms and locked the door as Ron's spell had worn off.
Alexander rose up, fixed his clothes and released the glamour. Ron stared at him. The man grabbed the broken hand and wrenched it around, making the redhead scream again.
"You think raping me would be fun?" Alexander asked. "Sorry, I maybe open my legs for strangers but not for you."
"Who the hell are you?"
"Me? Just a simple killer according to Albus Dumbledore," the man said. "And the last thing I would like to be called is whore. I don't fling myself at every cock I see, and I wouldn't let you do me even if I got paid."
Ron seemed incapable of speaking.
"Got nothing to say?" Alexander said. "Pity. I liked Neville's last moments more."
"You killed Neville?"
"Does it matter if I did? Does it matter I killed miss Trelawney, mister Flitwick, miss Sprout, Neville and that bitch you call sister?"
"You killed Ginny!" Ron spat into his face. "I'll kill you!"
Alexander thrust his hand forward, his magic forming a blade. Ron stopped and blood came out from his mouth. The man smiled insanely, twisted his hand around and dragged out the teen's heart.
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Seamus and Dean stepped into the room only to feel the odour of blood. The door shut behind them. They whipped their wands out. Suddenly a male voice was heard:
"You shouldn't have come."
Alexander stepped out from the shadows, one hand still holding Ron's heart. They stared at him in horror.
"Goodnight," the man said gently and a sickening green light came from his free hand.
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Parvati and Lavender looked at the man who had just finished explaining.
"You killed Neville," Lavender finally dared to utter. He nodded, seemingly to regret that one death. "Why?"
"He knew I wasn't Harry. Besides, he didn't want to live," Alexander lied. He couldn't tell them he had been afraid Neville was going to turn him in. And the look in Neville's eyes had told him the teen was not so willing to live after hearing Harry was dead.
"You are a friend of the Dark Lord," Parvati said.
"Listen, I don't have much time," Alexander said. His hand was still bloodied from the heart he had been holding but the girls had not cared too much about it. "If you want to be on my side, fine. If you want to get the hell away from me, that's fine too. If you are not on my side, I suggest you pack and run the hell away from this place."
They looked at each other. Parvati turned to him and said:
"You want to protect us."
"Yes, I admit I want that," Alexander said. "You are two great people, and two good friends. I don't want you dead."
"We want to protect you too!" Lavender shouted. "We don't want you dead."
"That's nice of you to say that. I can protect myself though, and if not I have a back-up plan."
"Back-up plan?" they asked.
"Viator means Traveller in Latin. I picked it for a reason," Alexander said. "Traveller of Time is one of my names. One of the others is Immortal Child."
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He walked down to dinner as usual. He knew Parvati and Lavender was already gone from the school, having gotten directions of where to go. Bellatrix had the orders to pick the two girls up.
He knew he was going to act tonight. He would kill Dumbledore tonight. One last show, one last clue and then Dumbledore would see.
He spoke the incantation under his breath and then took a sip of his water. He was feeling giddy, happy. He would soon go back to Voldemort and then no more pretending, no more hunting. Just being himself.
Ten seconds; he thought over every move he had seen the headmaster do.
Nine seconds; the goblet was put down with almost numb fingers.
Eight seconds; he looked over at the Head Table. The Order had gathered as well to protect the students.
Seven seconds; suddenly Slughorn claimed he had forgotten something he wanted to show Dumbledore. He would be back in a few minutes. Good.
Six seconds; the students watched as the potions professor disappeared.
Five seconds; Severus' jaw clenched, black eyes seeking out emerald. The man in disguise smirked.
Four seconds; Alexander's eyes darted from Severus to the doors.
Three seconds; Hermione leaned over to ask him where Ron was.
Two seconds; he gave her a feral grin.
One second; the doors banged open.
Zero, and three bodies came flying inside. Seamus ended up on the Ravenclaw table while Dean skidded across the floor and ended near Alexander and Hermione. Ron's flew up and over the Head Table to crash into the wall behind it. Alexander was up within a moment and by the stairs in the next. Students screamed and Dumbledore looked at him. He had put a simple glamour over himself, not the complex one as before. He let the glamour melt away from his eyes.
Dumbledore's eyes widened. Blue met blue. Fake kindness against ice. And then Dumbledore roared:
"Everyone, come here!"
Students, blinded by fear, ran up towards the Head Table. Some of the Slytherins stayed though, not afraid. Dumbledore ignored them.
"Harry, what are you doing?" Hermione screamed. "Come here!"
Dumbledore threw a curse on Alexander. He shielded himself as he heard Hermione scream:
"What are you doing, headmaster? You just attacked Harry!" Her shrill voice made him want to throw up. He could see through her clear as day; she was not worried about his safety, she just did not want to die because the Boy-Who-Lived was gone.
"He's not Harry, Miss Granger," Dumbledore said, his voice echoing around the Hall. The screams died out.
Alexander turned fully around to look at Dumbledore, slashed his arm out to make the dust go away with a burst of magic and slowly undid the glamour. Everyone watched in fascination or horror as he grew taller, his hair came to rest around his waist in small curls, his robes changed into complete black and his skin grew abnormally pale in the light. Frosty eyes lit up with something akin to insanity and a tattoo slowly crawled onto his skin on his left temple. He had a wand in his right hand, blood covering the left.
Alexander smiled at the old wizard, who by now was white of fury but his eyes were large in surprise, and fear. The raven-haired man took a step forward and said, almost mockingly:
"Missed me Albus?"
Tbc…
Cliffy!
Alright, next chapter is probably the last. Chapter eleven will be the climax obviously. Who will win, our Alex or Dumbledore? Will Voldemort come? Will Dumbledore see what he has created?
I'll try get it out ASAP, ok?
Until later,
Ja,
Tiro