Dark Assassin or Future Dark Lord?
Chapter 9: The Start of Something Pt 2
-I Own Nothing-
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"Talking"
'Thinking'
"Parsletongue"
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-Quick Warnings-
EvilHarry
StrongHarry
Nice(er)Voldemort.
Strong possibility of being HarryxHarem
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Character bio (Updated)
Name- Harry James Potter
Age- 16
Eye color- Green
Hair color- Raven Black
Alias(s) (UPDATED)- Crow, Lord Malum, The Devil
Magical Alignment- True Evil
Personality- (Multiple) Womanizer, Manipulative, great at hiding his true intentions.
Chosen side in war(UPDATED)- His own
Position in war(UPDATED)- Leader
Details(UPDATED)- Ran away from home at a young age, suffers from a magical disease. Has hidden intentions for magical world and shows to be a great leader... possibly too great He seems to try and follow his own set of rules and regulations but finds that he is unable to control himself at times. A true monster
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-Known powers-
Name- Lightning Palm
Appearance- Small arcs of blue lightning jump from spot to spot on his hand.
Strength- Low-to-Mid
Range- Short
Details- is a power used to fight, Depending on the situation, it can be used to electrify metal weapons such as knives.
Name- Lightning Whip
Appearance- A large spread out blast of lightning.
Strength- Mid-to-High
Range- Short-to-Long
Details- Like a shotgun that shoots lightning
Name- Eternal Lightning Dragon
Appearance- A large white serpent-like dragon.
Strength- High
Range- Short-to-Long
Details- Impervious to most attacks the Eternal Dragon can enclose enemies into a void that the caster can completely control from the land to time itself.
Name- (Unsure, Help please)
Appearance- A white aura surrounds the target and pulls a targets magic from their core
Strength- Mid-to-High
Range- Short-to-Mid
Details- Depending on the willpower and strength of the target, this strange attack can either slow them down or kill them. Recent experiments have shown that if the attack is disrupted before the target is killed (Depending on how strong willed the target is) He/She will absorb the excess magic and gain the strange urge to follow the caster. Depending on the amount absorbed will decide just how strong the urge is. For targets of the opposite sex, they gain the urge to try and 'BE' with the caster. Bewitched objects and weaker magical creatures have also shown a weakness to the power and seem to be much easier to control, possibly because the objects have no mind of their own and some creatures have a instinct to follow the 'Alpha'.
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Only 29 reviews for chapter eight... -sniff-
(I forgot to mention, when Dung bet that 500 gallons, he had bet that the Harpies would lose.)
"MORTUUS"
-pop- "Yes Master!?!" The house elf called, sliding to a stop from his urgent teleport spell thing. (I have no idea how they do it) He had just finished delivering a letter to some large redheaded woman at his master's order when he sensed/heard his master call.
Harry stood half dressed in a pair of all black snakeskin pants and boot in his living room and was sliding a black turtleneck shirt over his head. On the table beside him sat an open laptop computer with a blank screen.
Harry noticed that the elf was standing there and fixed his shirt collar. "Mortuus, I got an easy job offer here and I need you to bring me my stuff from home, leave the guns and just bring my blades, I want a challenge"
Mortuus nodded with a large toothy grin and popped out of the room leaving Harry to finish suiting up.
Harry clicked the button on his computer and memorized the picture, it was rare for someone to have his personal E-mail address and any who did have it always wanted someone dead and were willing to pay. Normally he would get maybe one or two a month, seeing as it was difficult to get up with him and the only ones who even had a chance at sending him a contract were other agencies.
But this one was from a witch whose husband has been cheating and from the way she wrote it, she wanted it to look like he was mauled by a wild animal. Accidentally proving the saying, 'Hell haft no fury like a woman scorned' to be true. Looking back, Harry started to wonder if any of the women he been with had put a hit out on him but shoved those thoughts away.
The targets name was Chad F, that was it, no last name was given, nor was it needed. he was a french/ american half-blood who married a pureblood 'princess' from magical France who would rather remain nameless. He was around the age of 32, had blue eyes, and bright neon blond hair. The information sent to him described him as... for lack of a better word, prick with an undeserved sense of accomplishment.
Another pop signaled that Mortuus had returned hefting a silver suitcase around two feet long, one and a half feet tall, and four inches wide.
"Set it on the table and open it," Harry ordered looking up from the screen to see his poor house elf struggling under the weight.
Mortuus staggered over and hefted the case up, allowing it to slam down on Harry's coffee table, "Master, have you ever considered maybe getting a few more house elves, It would be so much easier to carry your stuff if I had some help" It complained softly, knowing that he wouldn't take offense like many other humans would. "Or at least getting a lighter case, I mean look it's got 'Dragon, Water, Fire, and Bear proof' stamped on it"
Harry grunted and watched as the house elf tried to open the metal box. Growing more and more amused as Mortuus tried harder and harder to do so. So far he had tried to pry it open, look for hidden buttons, hit it, gnaw on it, use his non existent mind powers, guess magic words, and finally jump on the table and kick it.
"Want me to go find a bear to help with that" Harry finally asked watching as the elf popped out of the room only to return holding a muggle welding torch and wearing a welding mask.
"Hahaha master, very funny, now will you please tell me how to get this THING TO OPEN!!!" he yelled.
-Click-
Mortuus' head turned sharply towards the metal devil only to gape as it slowly opened itself.
"It's charmed to open when told to as long at it's in the same room as me." He stated watching as Mortuus twitched before hanging his head in shame. Patting the elf on the head he dismissed him and turned to his case.
It was made like a tackle box and had many blades sitting inside. Throwing knives to ninja stars and combat to trench knives gleamed in the light. In the bottom of it was a set of equipment belts which he slipped over his shoulders and clipped around his waist.
It held around three throwing knives in places on his side and had a pouch that held five stars on the front. On the back he had a pair of rune covered trench blades that could channel his elemental power if he wanted without the risk of melting the blades. Both were dull silver with black runes running up the length and had black twine wrapped around the handle.
Making sure he had everything ready, Harry locked the case and summoned a cloak made of rare black basilisk skin from his room.
Flipping the hood up he grinned, the hunt was on...
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10 minutes earlier...
Molly Weasley paced back and forth around the kitchen area with Lily watching, Pity in her eyes. Lily could empathize with her fellow red head felt, she had done the vary same thing after learning of Harry's disappearance. The feeling of failure would wear at her nerves and thoughts of what she should have done would plague her mind,
Fretting her wrists, Molly jumped as three sharp yet quick knocks echoed from the door. In a flash, Molly unlocked the door and swung it open only to stop and stare at the strange little creature standing there.
"Greetings miss, I'm Mortuus. My master has given me the task of delivering this to you" Mortuus said jutting his arm out, presenting a masterfully folded parchment to her.
Molly slowly reached out and took the letter, slightly afraid of the strange looking creature with yellow eyes and rows of sharp teeth.
'MORTUUS!!!"
The dark house elf jumped at his master's sudden call, scaring the large red head who took a step back. "Got to go, Master calls" he said before turning and running, disappearing with a pop.
Molly blinked and slowly closed the door before walking back into the kitchen.
"Who was it Molly?" Lily questioned sipping on a cup of tea.
Molly walked over and held the letter up, "It was a... house elf... I think"
Lily raised an eyebrow, "You think?"
"Yes, it looked just like one but instead of being some shade of brown he was dark gray and had yellow eyes. Said that his master sent sent this letter"
Molly unfolded the letter and gasped, It was from Lord Malum about Ginny.
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Harry stalked his target from the shadows with the grace and stealth of a lion. Chad ranted and raved from his seat about how the match had to be rigged since his team lost the match, gaining annoyed looks from the people around him.
Harry was about to send a blade towards the man just to shut him the fuck up but gained a dark glint in his eye as the blond stood and ran towards the restrooms, holding his gut while the woman beside his holstered her wand.
Following him in, Harry saw the stall door swing shut just before hearing the guy vomit.
Reaching into his cloak, Harry grasped one of his trench knives and pushed the door open, allowing it to bang loudly against the wall.
Chad started to turn,"Hey homo what do you think your-" but never finished as Harry leapt at him and slashed his blade across each eye, sending a trail of blood up the white stone wall.
Falling back, the blonde held his face as blood poured from his destroyed eyes and screamed. He stumbled over the toilet and crashed against the wall.
Harry followed the yelling man and straddled him, sinking his blade down into the blonds body over and over again, all the way down to the hilt. Blood sprayed all over his arms and cloak as the blade was pulled up, slinging crimson lifeblood to the air. Harry;s eyes flashed with every savage attack, the feeling of dominance and bloodlust filled him. The look of pain that the fading man wore excited him. This was why he did what he did, to hold the power of being able to end or extend ones life felt like gods power.
Grinning demonically, Harry ignored the blood that the man coughed up on his face and went in for the final attack. Running the razor sharp blade slowly across Chad's neck he savored the feeling of the below him weakly struggling before going completely limp.
As the life faded form the dying man, he took one last look at the man only to stare deep into a pair of green catlike eyes... eyes that only a monster would possess, the Devils eyes
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"Mistress, my mission was a success"
Cool red eyes stared down at the kneeling man. He was robed in thin black robes and hid his face beneath a hood.
"Good, Master will be pleased. But what pray tell happened to the other two?"
The man scoffed lowly, "They weren't worthy of excepting masters mark, as ordered, I disposed of them both."
The Mistress let out a low hum and turned to the side before sitting on a chair, crossing her legs in an elegant manner, "You've done well, Master will learn of your success and as promised, your standing among his ranks shall improve. With loyalty such as yours, I believe that it's been long overdue. Don't you agree?"
The man's head drooped lower, "Loyalty until the end..."
Hearing the man's words caused the woman to smirk, "They may beat us, but we wont bleed."
"My body may fall, but he shall never be conquered" recited the man.
Both took a breath and started the next and final known part, "Such as the way of..."
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Ginny cautiously stepped into the room that the Potter family had rented, It was quite... too quite. She had expected to walk in to see the worried face of her mother or father but it seemed that on one was there. She glanced around and silently closed the door with a click, before taking a step towards the room she was given.
"GINNY!" came the relieved yell of her mother.
Ginny cringed and braced herself for a verbal lashing only to freeze as her mother lifted her up using a surprising display of strength and squeezed by her tightly.
"I'm so glade your ok, did Malum hurt you?" Molly asked in a motherly tone
Ginny craned her neck and looked at her mother in confusion, "I'm fine mum, but why would he?"
Molly loosened her grip, "Ginny, Malum is a violent person, He used multiple pureblood laws to his advantage and was the one who attacked poor Eric over a misunderstanding, using family honor and blood purity to keep the law for stopping him."
Ginny's eyes widened at the statement,
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Harry sighed to himself as he stood under the shower head, the steam fogging up the crystalline glass of his shower door. The water was extremely hot, turning his skin a irritated red. Crimson water pooled around the drain at his feet like a whirlpool, a clear crimson whirlpool.
He pressed his forehead against the cool wall and lost himself in thought. He was shocked and disgusted with himself that he had killed that man so savagely, sure it was his mission but that wasn't the reason he was disgusted, it was the fact that he lost himself in the act. He had failed to uphold his own belief 'Show them that you'll do to any length, Show them that you'll act like a monster but never forget, It's all an act, don't lose yourself to it, to do so makes you less than pathetic, less than a man.'
Thinking back, Harry realized that even if he didn't act like a savage, he would never truly follow it, He controlled, dominated, corrupted killed, tortured, and on occasion raped. He clinched his fist and punched the white tiled wall, He finally realized it, He wasn't a man acting like a monster, he was a monster acting like a man.
Harry pulled his fist from the cracked wall and starred at it, they were claws.
He shut the water off and stepped from the glass shower. His bathroom was elegant. smooth white marble floors and countertops, Polished cabinets and shiny silver faucets, all charmed to clean itself on command, His tub was like a small underground pool that could double as a hot tub with a heating charm.
Harry pulled a green towel from a hook on the wall and started drying himself off, careful as not to harm himself with his sharpened fingernails. Harry had seen claws like this before, when one particular vampire princess went into a blood rage and the only way he knew that he could have gotten them were to be blood mates with a vampire.
"That bitch..." He snarled, thinking that she had bit him at some point.
To make matters worse (For the girl) Harry's eyes flashed and turned from his normal to silted cat eyes. If this was her doing... Oh she had better have a good explanation for this or else she would regret even breathing in his presence.
Harry wrapped the towel around his waist and tied the corners together before he left the bathroom and entered his bedroom. A simple summoning charm later, a pair of boxer shorts flew into his open hand.
"Mortuus" Harry called, keeping a tight reign on his emotions.
"Yes Mas...ter." Answered the elf cheerfully before stopping as it felt the raging storm of anger whirling around his master.
Harry fixed him with a stern look, "Mortuus, you go down to Vladimir's tent and tell her that if she isn't here in the next 15 minutes, she'll regret it."
Mortuus nodded quickly, Harry's voice held the tone of complete power that demanded perfection. Mental images of the pain that would insure if he failed flooded his mind. He had never seem him this angry before... it was scary.
Mortuus left the room with a pop, leaving Harry alone in the room with a soundly sleeping fairy.
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Rose Vladimir was nervous, she had been counting the money they had earned during the first days matches when her masters house elf, Mortuus popped in with a scared look on his face.
"Miss Rose, Master is angry and has ordered that you come to his room, He also said that if you not there in the next 15 minutes you'd regret it." Mortuus had told her. Then right after he had told her, Mortuus left with a pop leaving her to rush to his room alone.
So here she stood, trying to work up her nerve to knock on his door.
Slowly reaching out, Rose went to knock only to be caught off guard as the door swung open revealing the snarling visage of her master.
"Mast-"
Harry stopped her by striking out and grabbing her pale delicate neck before pulling her into the dark abyss of his room before slamming the door.
Rose whimpered at the angry expression on her love and master's face. The hand around her neck was firm but didn't hinder her breathing. While she was relieved that he wasn't hurting her, she knew that it could change at any moment, she feared for her life. Flinching as the door slammed she felt herself be pushed onto the wall and clinched her eyes shut waiting for any pain he might cause her.
"Rose look at me" Harry ordered at the cringing girl, "LOOK. AT. ME."
Rose opened one of her eyes and gasped at the sight of his eyes,
"I told you that I wasn't going to be you blood mate and that I would tell you when you could bite me, Give me one good reason not to throw you to the wolves" Harry snarled,
Rose clinched her eyes as tears started to fall, "Please... I just wanted to be with you... I knew that I'd never be your mate and... and... want to be your mistress." She sobbed, dropping to the floor as he released her. "It's not complete and... if you don't want me... a simple purifying potion is all that's needed... but please" Her voice started to crack and she grabbed onto his pants leg. "Please don't leave me, I'll do anything if you let me be your mistress. Please, I'll do anything you tell me, you can use me any way you want, I'll wear a collar and leash then crawl around on my hands and knees in public with you,"
Harry looked down at the girl with a raised eye, he knew that she was submissive and infatuated with him but this bordered on obsessive and loony. Rose had tears pouring from her eyes and sniffed while she hung onto his leg. He stood there for a second, thinking of the ups and downs between accepting and using a purifying potion to rid himself of the effects it had on him. On one hand she would be twice as submissive and would easier to manipulate...
With a small sigh, Harry's eyes turned back to his normal shape and his claws receded, making him blink in confusion. "Rose, i'm not going to abandon you and will allow you to be my mistress but you will be punished for this later."
Rose blinked and smiled brightly before moving to her knees and hugging his waist chanting 'thank you' over and over again into his bare stomach.
Harry pulled her off of him by the arm and pulled her up before pulling her close. He ran his hand through her hair and suddenly grabbed a handful. Pulling her head back, causing her to cry out in pain and exposing her flawless neck, Harry ginned, exposing a pair of slightly elongated fangs, "You belong to me"
Rose's eyes widened as she let out a silent gasp of surprise and pleasure, Harry had bitten her, Forever making her as his.
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Minutes earlier...
"Headmaster, using the memories from Dung I've learned that the woman who tortured him was running a illegal betting operation and Dung had tried to earn some quick money" Kingsley told him. "Aurors shut the operation down but the three people who couldn't get away were found to be mid level Death eaters"
"Any signs of the Mistress or connections to the Dark heir?"
Kingsley shrugged, "I don't know, but reports have said that the woman was seen rushing to a room in the arena,"
Dumbledore hummed, "What room?" he asked with hidden excitement, thinking of the glory he would get for catching her.
"Room 5001, owned by one Oriens Malum"
Dumbledore's eyes widened in surprise, "Get a team of our best fighters and tell no one else, We'll capture him early in the morning while he's asleep" He knew that something was up with the strange boy, but this shocked him to the core, Malum had to be Voldemort's heir. He was litteraly inches away from him and he was none the wiser...
To be continued...
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