Lord of Destruction

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Divinity

He looked at the ceiling after the portkey had ceased to make his body travel over a great length. he felt how magic reawakened his body and he felt the hunger for battle become reawakened within his body, wanting release by splitting some heads. He wanted to taste blood and would somehow get it.

He got up with a groan and he looked at his father ad said: "Who stunned me? Did you or Professor Dumbledore do it?" The question was laced with hostility, Harry not liking the way he had been put out of the fight. Dumbledore simply gave a sad smile and then said: "I'm sorry for that, my boy. It was for your own good…"

Harry glared at the man, then looking at his father and the other occupant of the room. "I think that my 'fiancé' would need to go see her rooms, while I go and make sure that my belongings are transferred to that same room."

The word fiancé was laced with something that couldn't be identified, something sounding like confusion mixed with a good dose of strange impressions. He looked at the girl who stood in the office, her clothes looking especially skimpy in the light of the candles and he could not help but look at the breasts which seemed to be big enough to grab with one hand and her ass which made him lick his lips in an unconscious gesture. He looked at the girl and said; "Are you ready to call a bit of hell down upon this noble institution of learning, my precious little bitch?"

A grin came upon his face as her only reaction was to grin and say: "Of course… why do you think that I haven't cast any mass destruction spells yet? I've been saving them to use upon poor unfortunate souls which irk me, something which you aren't thanks to having the gall to stand up to your own dad…" she tilted her head side wards and walked towards him, sashaying her hips a bit, making the men under 50 within the room stare at her curves.

James looked as the exotic girl came closer to his son and he momentarily could hear the voice of his wife reprimanding him for looking at a girl other then her. But at the moment he didn't care. This was a beautiful girl and would probably be a daughter in law to him soon so he soaked up every bit of beautifulness that he could while she was still visible as a free girl and coincidentally his son's fiancé.

Harry looked side wards at his fathers face and currently was in the thought process of wanting to bash his father's face in with a blunt object. A man should stay true to one woman once he was married to her and not openly lust after a girl who was about 20 years younger then he. These thoughts made him feel so angry at his father that the visions of bashing his father's head in with a blunt object began to twist and turn into a vision of him shoving a very pointy sword straight into James his abdominal area and then twisting it while his father screamed in pain as the entrails were literally moved by the sword twisting. The next scene that came through his mind was that James was lying on his back, a sword sticking out of the area where he had been impaled and Harry standing over his corpse with his mother in his arms, proclaiming his love for her and doing things with her that no son ever should right besides James silent corpse.

He didn't react as she moved closer to him, and whispered in his ear: " I used Demonic magic once in my life… why don't you teach me some if you have the time? I'm not as devoted to the Clan as many would think…" her voice was nary but a whisper, as she was whispering but magic enhanced her voice, making her appear to him like she were sincere.

Harry's eyes snapped towards her, her words still within his thoughts. " Well.. I suppose I can arrange a hole I my schedule for some private lessons. But they would have to be done with an apprentice… Something that you aren't…" he looked at her and then allowed some of his magic to seep within her.

She felt the rush of the magic within her and for a moment felt warm, the threads 0f magic still being laced with some of the human's warmth and then she shivered as an icy cold began to come form the magic, the Lord of destructions magical signature, even though she didn't know that the magic was coming from the Lord of Destruction, only recognising it as Demonic magic.

Goosebumps sprang up on her skin and she shivered visibly as there was a magical channel between Harry and her, a bond which would not easily be broken unless the linker would give up the flow of magic being inserted into someone's veins. The glow was bluish, the typical sign of magic being transferred and Dumbledore and James stared at the sight of the link between Harry Potter and Jaina.

Harry's eyes narrowed and flashed red for a brief moment and Jaina's dark eyes turned crimson too for a moment and some essence of the Lord of Destruction was forced through her body. Harry's hands unconsciously changed a bit, the nails becoming sharper and almost claw like. The channel of energy suddenly halted and disappeared, making no visible sign that something had happened appear. He looked at her and said: "Shall we go? Dumbledore, lead the way."

The way that he spoke was disrespectful and James immediately went to Dumbledore's defence, the old man smiling a bit and halting James before he would consume too much time. "James, I don't feel offended that Harry called my by my last name only. It's been a hard day for them both and I am sure that they would need some rest after the excitement of this morning. Harry, your classes are cancelled for the day so you can get to know your fiancé."

Harry walked through the halls, Jaina walking next to him, slightly annoyed at the stares she was receiving. She still wore the clothes that she had worn this morning and thus was a bit under clothed, even though the pieces of fabric were layered with a heating charm. She caught the eyes of some of the Seventh years and she scowled as she saw their looks of lust. She could see some small bit of the same lust within her betrothed's eyes but she didn't get the idea that he was after her for her looks. She had to admit that he looked handsome with his robes looking slightly bettr then the rest of the robes she had seen. It was as if he had mastered a way of walking which could be fitting to that of a great general or something who had a royal status, the calculated steps that she saw him make only began to make her believe that he was a warrior through and through if the movements that his eyes made were correct. They flashed towards the shadows, towards any area which an attack might be forthcoming.

They passed a pair of Auror's Dumbledore nodding slightly to them as Harry made a small growling sound which went unnoticed by all. She could feel some small shred of anger bleed into her being and she knew that it must be a remnant of the magic that had been inside her. For a moment she shivered as the cold feeling came back once again, colder then any of the ice spells that she had ever made. She could feel her soul freezing up as she could feel some foreign magic begin to rip its way through the place where it was nestled, a bit of magic that had seemingly avoided the withdrawing of the magic that Harry had done. For a moment she wondered why she could feel such coldness within her very soul until the answer came to her.

The Demonic Spells usually drew upon the user's soul to sustain the spell being used, draw in a small part of the essence into Hell, the caster loosing his soul one piece at a time until nothing was left but a dark shell, willing to destroy and maim and terrorise everything. She could feel a small amount of his magic ripping itself out of her, the feeling that accompanied it beginning to worsen and she closed her eyes and paused for a bit as a shiver wracked her frame, making Dumbledore and the rest stop walking and look at her.

The with a start she could feel the dark essence being drained away and she looked and saw that Harry's hand was now touching her belly in the place where the magic had been concentrated. He gave her a knowing smile and said;"Are you feeling better now?"

She nodded in gratitude, not trusting her voice to speak. She had much to think about. She walked until she came at a portrait which was of a woman dressed in a red dress and holding a bouquet of roses and was looking rather happy and content.

"Selene would you please allow these people access to the rooms that you guard? They are currently engaged and would need the rooms for privacy reasons…" she bowed and muttered something about serving the Headmaster and being glad to help. She swung open, revealing a room which was very spacious. It was decorated in red with gold colours, colours that Harry hated unless it was the colour of blood.

Dumbledore and his entourage walked into the rooms and Dumbledore explained that there were two bedrooms, one for each of them or if they wanted to sleep together, there would be a room supplied to them. There was a pair of magical phrases to speak out loud before their bedrooms would meld into one huge bedroom.

She could see herself living here already, the luxury being something that she didn't have during the time when she was trained in the ways of the Zann Esu. They believed in a humble existence, using magic to help the people of the world by dealing with the Demons that filtered into the world by using some of the weakened boundaries that kept this world safe from Demons. She could see herself fighting against the Demons and could feel some small hint of valour begin to blossom within her chest, making her want to go to battle.

He looked at the room and knew that some new decorations would be needed to make sure that there would be a nice air in the room, probably creeping out everyone who came inside. There should be some black decorations in the room to make sure that the air looked like it was some scene from a dark and ominous movie. He grinned darkly as he4 got out his wand and began to manipulate his magic and immediately the room changed to suit his needs. The walls all looked like thy belonged in a dungeon. Some shackles against the walls, making the look complete. The red colours turned darker and darker until they were a bloody red and were transfigured in dark streaks on the walls, giving the look like it had been splattered with blood. He looked at the room and the chairs turned into something resembling an ancient throne, dark runes skittering over the surface, meaning nothing except death and destruction.

He watched the reactions from the others and he saw that Dumbledore and his father looked in horror as the room now looked like something that they had seen before, when the war between the Dark Creatures ad the order had escalated and James Potter had been locked up for one night and then being rescued by the Order before any torture could have been done.

Jaina looked on as the room creeped her out. How this room could change so fast she didn't know, but she knew that Harry had something to do if the smirk on his face was any clue as to why the room had changed. She scowled as she looked at one of the chairs and recognised the runes that adorned the transfigured chairs, the death being a bit too morbid for her. "Please turn it all back, Harry… I'd like to be in a room which looks pretty nice and not something like this…"

With a curios look at the girl he simply waved his wand and the room was restored, silver and blood red adorning it instead, something which Harry could at least bear to stand. He looked at the room and said; "Is this to your liking, Miss? I would add some new drapes but it wouldn't do to faint from magic overuse…"

He looked pale and sick, his skin being almost see-through. The veins looking like they were almost empty of blood. Harry dragged his body to the couch, intent on depositing it there and getting some rest. Jaina grabbed his arm and helped him to the couch, helping him lie down. Dumbledore and James hadn't moved a bit since they had witnessed the nightmarish room change back into something actually resembling the old room. Dumbledore moved after Harry had been laid down on the couch and the young man's eyes closed to get some rest. The old man got out some strange device from his robes and then went over and moved it over Harry's form. The device beeped and James moved to stand next to the old man.

"This isn't good, James. The amount of Dark Magic within his body is enough to make the sensor read it as something which is equal to a Death Eater… well then I don't think Harry would survive being infused with some small part of Edward… Edward's energy would destroy him because he is tainted by Dark Magic…" the old man looked at James and James nodded and said; "Well then, shall we get Eddie and proceed with the ritual? I would like it if this was over as fast as possible."

Two hours later Eddie was standing in the middle of a circle which was composed of all the family members that could come, except Harry who was deemed too tainted. A small thought about finally letting his older brother show that he was the filthy Death Eater that he was and exposing him for the world to see flittered through Eddie's mind. Dumbledore asked him to start the ritual and Eddie called up the knowledge about how to do the ritual came up within his mind.

His mother looked rather uncomfortable at the moment and he wondered why she was looking so uncomfortable. She would like to bask in my Heavenly glory… well let's just star the ritual and then maybe she will be more at ease.

A small flare of light was the start of the ritual to enchant everyone in a three foot radius around him with the Divine spirit, so that nothing evil would be able to touch them, not even Lord Voldemort. The angelic light giving wings flared up behind Eddie and Eddie looked at his mother and father and then began to reach out with his magical aura and filled everybody in the room with the aura. In some of them there was no physical effect but in some there could be seen a change. Lily especially had some change happen to her. Two pure white wings ripped through the back end of her robes, luckily still allowing her enough fabric to cover herself up. James didn't have a change to his body, except the fact that he looked something like an angel from a distance, a dark/haired one at that… he seemed to exude an aura of divinity.

Harry´s reaction to them would be pretty obvious…

The plot thickens! Dumbledore and the Order of the Fried Turkey have gained divine powers! In the next episode of Lord of Destruction, there will be a confrontation! And a small scene… which will contain some lime moments…

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