Lord of Destruction
Disclaimer: I don't own Diablo 2 or Harry Potter. They are owned by their respective owners and not by me. The only treason which I claim some amount of ownership over this piece of fiction is with my own created spells like spell called hellfire Inferno.
Class
It made him bored out of his mind to look at the teachers who all seemed to look at him as some sort of prodigy who would do well in any class he took. He was eighteen, resembled his 'father' and thus was expected to be a prankster. He looked at the people who sat opposite of him at the table and sighed for a moment, not thinking about it or even making a comment about it. He looked at his food next, almost wanting to make the small dish of toast and sausages disappear in a burst of magic. He didn't feel up to eating at that moment and he would be damned if they were to put him into some sort of corner, ready to be on display. His little brother would die, making sure that there would be something happening if he could just contact Lord Voldemort and pass along the message that his brother would need to have a hurting accident in Hogwarts. Voldemort might not be as powerful as he was but he served his uses with his little servants.
Harry's face betrayed none of his inner emotions and he just stared at his food, under the scrutiny of the gazes of the teachers. Dumbledore looked at his Transfiguration teacher and said; " It seems that Harry is settling in well. Try to coach more information out of him. He might be an asset to the Order after all if he can just see the Light." Then he went on to carry a conversation with Professor Flitwick who seemed happy to have the opportunity to teach an eighteen year old. The challenge was something that the man had not yet faced before since most magical children went to Hogwarts at age 11.
Harry looked at the first teacher of the day, a small man who seemed to teach charms to the general populace of the school. "This year we are going to cover some charms which could be useful in the manipulation of the environment. Mister Potter why don't you come to the front of the class and I'll explain some of the theories to you since you haven't had a former education in magic. Class please open your books at page five and read the section on the charms needed to animate things like kitchenware." The man looked at him and Harry felt a chill go through him at the moment. Feeling something that was left out of his system, something like a small thing that was lost within him.
"Mister Potter let's start on something which is the principle of charms. If you are attempting to try and do something then you would have to exert manual labour. With a charm it can also be done by using magic to do the work for you. The most charms aren't really draining on the magic but often get the job done. Since I heard that you fought in the war up until a few years, I would like to ask if you could give me a few examples of charms that you might know." The man looked at him and Harry simply looked back, not giving away an inch of concentration to the man. "I learned how to do a spell which affects people. I can make it so that people will get hurt if they try to mess with me. One good example… which I shall not really name in this class since it is labelled as a spell which has rather… dangerous qualities…. It wouldn't do for any of the students to research it, now wouldn't it?" Harry made a small cough to attract the attention of the man and then looked at the man and saw that the man was looking at him and said; "Mister Potter are you talking about the Imperius?"
Harry shook his shoulders. "Yes. It's quite a handy charm to use in a battle situation when you have to subdue your enemy. According to a friend of mine I have a good amount of control over the one I cast the curse on. I've used it several times on some of the less popular kind of people, Death Eaters and such filth. Have you ever used this curse?" he said, no hint of anything but interest in his voice. For a moment Professor Flitwick seemed to think before answering. "Yes… I used it several times in self defence. I can control people to a certain extent but that's all in my capability." The man said, forgetting about the rest of the class for a moment, intrigued as to why the eldest Potter child would want to discuss that particular charm.
"It's not really useful in a longwinded battle. It would be far easier to just use a few hexes and then finish off the enemy. I've heard that you were quite a good Duelling champion about 20 years ago. Would you honour me by letting me duel you once?" he asked the man and the small man grinned and said; "I could tell you a great amount of stories about my duelling competitions. It was in 1967 that I won a great international championship by just using a few charms to disable my opponent."
The man was excited and Harry grinned. Fighting a duelling champion would surely be a challenge that would test his abilities. He could no longer wait and then listened to the lecture and after he had explained that he knew pretty much about the charms usually used when fighting wars Flitwick had him demonstrate his knowledge. The man conjured up a block of wood and had Harry cast his most powerful charm on it.
Harry looked at the block of wood and flicked and swished his wand three times, using advanced transfiguration to turn it into a perfect replica of his father, a malicious grin on his face. "Just something I wanted to try out…" with that he looked at the block and within a few seconds he found the appropriate charm which would be able to make the block into something closely resembling paste. Charms usually were used as Defence and not offence but when one tweaked with them a little bit one could produce a good offensive barrage by using them as some sort of tripping mechanism.
"Immolato Magicus!"
The immolating charm was often used for lighting fires but in the time of war they had found out that enemies burned rather well if they got this curse aimed at them. It was rather funny that normal simple house hold charms could be adapted to serve in the time of war. It was still a point of debate whether a cleaning charm could be used to kill since it could make someone choke to death.
The small figurine of his father was set alight, the wood beginning to turn black immediately the moment the immolating charm hit. Harry watched how it burned, his eyes turning slightly red at the edges, making him look like some insane maniac, which he was of course. He looked as the small figurine was burnt to a crisp and said; "I think that was enough of a demonstration, Professor Flitwick? How do I rank according to you? I can do a simple summoning charm, since that's one of the first things that an old friend of mine taught me. "His voice was soft at the moment. The red within his eyes slowly bleeding away from them, making him look slightly sane once again.
He looked at the man who clapped at the small feat his student has done. "Alright. Let me compile a list of charms which you might want to look up and learn. If you do them as well as the immolating charm then I see no reason why you shouldn't be able to handle the material usually covered within this class." Flitwicks voice was eager and Harry could not help but let a smile seep on his face. The man seemed to make him feel energised and it was a change for the better. He could still feel the anger at his father for allowing him to be sent to the Dursleys but at least he knew that his mother had wanted him to stay at their house. He had done a Legilmency scan on Lily and had found out that Dumbledore wanted him to be sent to the Dursleys. It was supposed for his own good, since Eddie was the prophesized one.
Harry returned to his seat and watched how the rest of the class seemed to be struggling with a simple conjuring charm. He looked at the pathetic attempts of the students and grinned. He knew a far more advanced summoning charm which would be able to summon a person to them. They were now only attempting to make sure that an object came to them, something that they wanted to come to them. Still no successes having been made, Harry grew irritated and said: "This is basic conjuring and still none of you idiots have mastered it! Hell when I was thirteen I summoned up a woman from thin air just wanting to get my mentor in an embarrassing position when his girlfriend would return. Professor, please create a binding circle so whoever I will conjure won't be able to escape. I'm going to have some fun!"
With that he began to focus his magic within an arcane form which wasn't visible to the eye. He had a pretty good idea of who exactly he would summon but it would be a rather risky affair since he didn't know what exactly she was doing at the moment. He hoped that she wasn't having sex with his father, how small the possibility actually was but still a very possible one. He looked at the students, a dark smile slipping on his face. He began to mutter some words which would lead to the incantation to the conjuration and then pushed his magic into it, making it so that he could summon her at the mere sound of her name, the magic doing the rest. He wasn't using any infernal magic in this part, just because he would need to keep a low profile and let nothing reveal to anyone that he was the very avatar of Hell itself, being the last of the Prime Evils.
He whispered her name: "Lily." And she appeared in a small cloud of smoke, only him being able to see through it. He stared for a moment before conjuring up his battle robe and entering the circle he had drawn and then whispered a small command to his robe and muttered in his mother's ear: "Don't move." He could feel her skin being wet, droplets of water still clinging to it and he noted that she had apparently showered or was still showering due to the surprised look on her face. He dressed her by wrapping his battle robe around her, muttering the command in Dark Elfish and then seeing the battle robe melt away and mould itself to cover her smoothly.
The smoke wafted away to reveal him and Lily standing there, the woman wearing an expression of surprise on her face and him wearing a very arrogant smirk. "So, is this a test of my skill with conjuring? Or would you like to let me call upon someone from this faculty? Perhaps my little brother?" the Professor looked at him and then looked at one of his most promising Charms students and then started to clap his hands: "Magnificent Mister Potter. Never in my life have I seen such a perfect summoning ritual. You even managed to subvert the wards of Hogwarts to allow your mother entrance to the Summoning circle. Although one thing still puzzles me. Why isn't she wearing any shoes or anything on her feet?"
Lily looked at her son who looked so much like his father that it wasn't funny. "Because I was taking a shower at the time that my son summoned me here… And I'm not really pleased with that Harry James Potter!" she grabbed his ear and Harry scowled for a brief moment and she twisted and he grit his teeth. The woman pulling on his ear was still his mother and he couldn't show that he would be able to dominate her any moment and imply that he would want an Oedipal relationship with her. He didn't know the feelings he had for her but knew that he probably should conjure up something for her. "Mom, I'm sorry for summoning you here. At least take some of my boots to wear… they are still soaked in blood but I suspect that will dry… I hope…"
With a mere wave of his wand a pair of boots fell to the ground, making a sound not unlike a wet towel and some blood could be seen on them. Harry laughed at the frightened squeak a student made and said: "Don't worry it's the blood of something you wouldn't WANT to know." He looked at his mother who still held him by the ear and said; "Alright mom I'm sorry for getting you here but since you are in a place where you can't apparate away I guess you have to walk out and then apparate. And I don't really want the robe back. It's my robe usually used in battle situations and I think it would serve better to protect my mom then protecting me."
He laughed a bit after saying that, not really looking at his mother who let go of his ear and still glared a little bit at him and then said: "Professor Flitwick, may I please borrow my son for a bit so I may lecture him on why its not really considered proper for a mother to be summoned by her son during class?" she looked positively every bit he had ever wanted. The fire in her eyes made him want to kiss her and never let her lips leave his. He looked at her fiery tresses and then followed her out of the class. He looked at her the moment they were outside and waited for her verbal assault.
"Harry James Potter how dare you summon me while I was in the shower! If you hadn't given me the robe then I would have appeared without anything on and you would be grounded for the rest of the holidays which would mean no going out for you, mister!" her tone was stern and Harry was reminded of an old Werewolf lady he had met ten years ago, three weeks before she died. The old lady had educated him in the finer points of dining and had been so stern that it could have been a relative of that strange Animagus Professor.
"Mom…" he spoke, his voice not really sounding all that impressive. "Can't you just let this matter lie? I just performed something way above anything that they teach me here. So just chalk it up as a feat that was well executed by your eldest son…" he looked at her with his green eyes being filled with tears, as if he had committed some atrocity and he knew that she wouldn't be able to resist it for long. No woman who had ever laid eyes on him with that look on his face had been able to stand their ground for longer then three minutes.
She looked into those green eyes and felt her heart melt at the look. She knew that it was making her want to hug him to death and mother him to death for having abandoned him at her horrid sister and she did just that. She hugged him, regardless of what others who passed might think. She was so caught up in the moment that she didn't notice Professor Flitwick coming outside and looking at the reunion between his prime student and her son, while the prime student was mumbling apologies to him.
Harry was surprised when she hugged him, mumbling apologies about Petunia and leaving him there, making him think about the situation. He had no love for humankind but he would spare a few of course to be able to continue giving them a tormented existence even after ages had past since he had unleashed Hell upon the world. He just held her, keeping them standing against a wall while she hugged him. He noticed the door open and saw the small professor come out to check on them, perhaps wishing to add some comment or something. He looked at the man and said; "Professor." His tone was respectful. "Shall we have our duel now? It would be a good thing to practise my skills so I don't go rusty while being here."
He looked at his mother for a moment, not really interested in what she had to say at the moment. He spoke with a hint of love in his voice: "Its okay mom. I love you even if you sent me to that woman who I have to call aunt…" his mood darkened at the memory of the thin woman and he mentally added a small page to his mental agenda which was made to include torture for Petunia, Vernon and Dudley Dursley."
Flitwick looked at him and Harry made a motion to speak but the man interrupted: "That was quite the marvellous charm you used to summon your mother, Mister Potter. Therefore I would like to ask you to show me more." The man was excited and it showed in his looks. Harry looked at the man for a second and then sneezed, a tingling feeling in his nose. "Of course I could show more but it wouldn't do to give my tricks away before the fight… By the way, are we allowed to summon people into the fight? I do have an acquaintance who would love to get a chance to duel anyone… the only thing that I can't guarantee is that he won't kill you. You see, he's kinda antisocial, having sworn to kill off all muggles and has gathered some likeminded people who call themselves Death Eaters and they like to kill and torture and stuff… I guess I'm not allowed to bring him here through a summoning ritual?" Flitwick looked at him in horror, scared that he would really summon Lord Voldemort here. With the power that Harry had displayed, being able to disable the portkey or summoning wards on the school, was something that would fall in the scope of very powerful people if someone could hold that scope… then there was the smile that was on his students face, which seemed to carry infinite darkness within it. Flitwick shivered and said; "I don't think we could afford to have a Dark lord here with us… Mister Potter if you would please come to my rooms around 8 in the evening? I still do have some classes to teach and I doubt that many would appreciate it if their Charms professor were knocked out."
Harry laughed a bit and then said; "I'll see you at eight then. Now its time to get my mom out of here since she might want to finish her shower or whatever she was doing at the time I got her." With that he conjured his boots to him and handed them to Lily who accepted them and then put them on, surprised at the comfortable feel they had. Harry simply nodded as she followed him, his pace slow and deliberate, telling her about where he was sorted and hearing her surprise at the fact that he was a Gryffindor. She had figured that he would be a Slytherin with his behaviour at most times…
Harry simply smiled, not really caring what his mother really thought about the houses. It was all just a house and seemed to have a small hold of power within decisions but other then that it wasn't really much to worry about.
A new chapter finished. I hope everybody likes it! Reviews are welcomed by me….