Planeswalker Gothic

Wizarding World 4

Corridors. Hogwarts School.

Tom Riddle's Diary, Marvolo Gaunt's Ring, Salazar Slytherin's Locket, Helga Hufflepuff's Cup, Rowena Ravenclaw's Diadem, Nagini. Harry Potter

Well I could cross out the Diary, that had been dealt with, and since I'd found a card called Remove Soul which only cost one blue mana to cast that dealing with the bit of soul inside Harry Potter would either be really easy or it could horrible wrong. I might cast out Harry's own soul.

Which would allow me to destroy the bit of soul in that scar because then I'd could stab with the Basilisk Fang I'd taken before leaving the Chamber, only then Potter would be dead. Kind of counterproductive to aiding him in goal of defeating the Dark Lord. Which I decided to do now if only so I could mentor him while doing so and turn him into less of a whiny bitch. It had worked on Jon Snow, not that I'd mentored him really.

Sadly I couldn't tell Potter about any of the stuff about the Dark Lord's soul anchors, not only because he was a sort of Horcrux, and that he had to die, but because he had that pesky mental link to Riddle. One look in Harry's mind and he'd know that someone knew about his soul anchors. Then he'd move them or upgrade their defences. It might be better to enlist Dumbledore's aid. Assuming he was sane, he'd be thankfully for what was basically a cheat sheet on how to handle the Dark Lord.

I turned the corner, now heading for the Headmaster's office and almost ran into Harry Potter.

"Omph! Sorry Professor!" he quickly said, taking a step back.

I wondered if Fate was trying to prompt me into taking Potter with me on the Horcrux hunt, but I knew that would be a bad idea. He'd still have the trace thing on him.

"Quite alright, Mr Potter. You should get back to the tower soon, it is almost curfew." I said before I walked past him.

Something about that was nagging at my mind though so I turned and pointed at him

"Potter. What happened to your hand?" I asked as I walked back towards him.

Harry put his hand behind his back and shook his head

"It's nothing, Professor" he lied.

I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Show me" I ordered.

He hesitated and looked embarrassed, but pulled his hand out and I took it, giving it a good look.

"I must not tell lies" I read from the scratches at the back of his hand

Then I took a slow and deep breath

"Who did this?" I then asked him in a calm voice.

As if I didn't know already, but since I shouldn't know. I had to go through the motions as it were.

"Tell me" I urged.

He hesitated some more so I gave him a firm look, causing him to speak up

"I had detention with Professor Umbridge" he admitted.

Upon hearing that I simply nodded and let the hand go

"I see. Go to the hospital wing and get that looked at. That is a order, Mr Potter. We wouldn't want it to scar. I will go and talk with the human toad" I said.

Potter swallowed and then nodded before I turned to go find Umbridge's office. At this point enough was enough.

Killing her was however out of the question as I wasn't actually sure I could murder someone. Better that she vanished. I'd stick her in a card and just never let her out, or let her out somewhere very unpleasant.

Knocking on the door I walked inside, not waiting for an answer. I found the pink abomination sitting at her desk

"Madame." I said, as I walked over to her "You've really pissed me off".

To say the least.

"Excuse me! What do you think you are doing!? You cant just barge in here!" she exclaimed, rushing to her feet.

In short order I disarmed her, as she'd reached for her wand, and then I used another spell to tie her to her chair. Wand magic was so easy. I'd learned to perform those two spells in a very short amount of time.

Umbridge tried to scream but another spell rendered her unable to speak.

"Accio wand" I casted.

That spell brought her wand into my hand, and pocketed it. Having it would allow me to study a wand. I could take it apart and figure out how it worked.

"Madame Umbridge" I said as I walked over to lean against her desk "Its not even half term yet. Its been three bloody weeks since school started and already I have to deal with you".

Her eyes displayed the panic she felt but could not express.

"I mean when I arrived in this world all I wanted was to do some research" I went on to say "But no I had to get involved didn't I. Mostly I blame myself I just don't know when to keep my head down. Still I can do something about you".

That was when someone else spoke.

"I can't let you do anything to Professor Umbridge" a male voice said.

Dumbledore was right behind me. I looked around, and wondered what to do. I left my wand and the last thing I saw a red light.

(Line Break)

Cell. Azakaban

It took perhaps two days before my headache faded away completely I figured I must have hit my head when the Headmaster had stunned me. Which was annoying, but by far the worst parts were the horrible cold and the Dementor that sometimes stood outside my cell door and stared at me through the bars for hours each day. And the fact that I couldn't sleep, due to the nightmares.

At first it hadn't been so bad, the Dementor, I'd just be so angry at Dumbledore and this entire world, and since anger wasn't anything happy the Dementor didn't seem to effect me much. Alas despair had crept in and now I just felt sorry for myself all of the time. So much so that I'd even lost track of time.

I had shifted the thin mattress around so half of it was against the wall so that when I was sitting on it I didn't need to lean my back against the bare stone wall.

In my hand a fireball formed and then faded away. I couldn't do much magic here, and all the rest of my stuff had been taken away. So I pretty much helpless.

It was hard to think in this place. The cold, the hunger, the lack of sleep. The intense feeling of dread and fear the Dementors radiated even just by passing by the cell made it impossible to focus for any length of time.

I'd understood very quickly why prisoners go insane in this place. I think it might actually be worse for me. I hadn't actually done anything to deverse this place. I'd not intended to kill anyone, and I hadn't even get a trail.

It was hard to think. But I had nothing to do but think. I had examined every single square inch of my cell. It was solid every single part of my cell. No lose brinks or rusty bars.

As I heard a sound I opened my eyes and looked up. The scream of another prisoner. I still wasn't sure if it was a good or bad thing that this place was somewhat sound proof.

Normally I couldn't hear anything but the water dripping or the occasional rasping of a Dementor drawing breath, or at mimicing the action, but that made hearing the other prisoners so much worse because it meant something really bad was happening.

Sirius Black survived over a decade of this. Dog form or not, surviving a decade of this and staying somewhat sane was an incredible achievement. One I didn't think I'd match.

Closing my eyes again as the scream faded to nothing I focused on the warmth of the flame in my hand as I formed a new fireball, trying to ignore my hunger, cold and exhaustion as I tried to think.

I was in a prison staffed by soul-sucking, possibly indestructible demonic creatures. I was unable to use my internal magic for anything meaningful or Planeswalk out due to some kind of barrier, that prevented Planeswalking. Something I had never seen before.

What might be happening outside now? What were the odds that somebody would get me out of here?

Considering I had yet to have a trial that meant I hadn't been sentenced I might be held here until trial and they were dragging their feet about it. That sound like something Umbridge would do.

Closing my eyes once more I put those thoughts to one side and focused on the positive, what little there was.

If they knew what I was, they would have killed me while I was down. Which meant if they took me out of here for a trail and I might be able to Planeswalk away.

Dumbledore did know about how dangerous I was, hence why he'd stunned me. But why either arrange to lock me up here or allow it to happen?

Perhaps he was worried about having two Dark Lords running around. Then again he might need my help later. Perhaps he intended to get me set free and then tell a version of the truth which involved Umbridge calling in the Aurors and dragging me off with him being able to do nothing to stop them. Which might actually be what happened.

Then maybe later, most likely after Voldemort was exposed, he'd ensure my release and expect me to feel indebted to him. Even offer me a place in his Order, try to make me like him.

I did clearly remember how quickly he'd gotten to Umbitch's office, so he must have been tailing me somehow, or perhaps he'd been following Potter and had then started to follow me because he was worried I'd killed the human toad. I simply did know.

Once thing I did know for sure was if I got off this island then somebody was going to have a bit of a bad day. I might not have my cards anymore, limiting my powers, however should I get out I'd go to World of Warcraft and become the most powerful mage they'd ever seen. Then I'd come back and destroy the Ministry for Magic and Dumbledore too.

Oh who was I kidding?

I was going to die in here.

(Line Break)

There was some screaming and the sound of spell casting going on, but the prison was clearly not collapsing, so this was an attack. It was not until a minute after the first explosion that I remembered that Voldemort and his Death Eaters would attack the prison to break the best of his minions out during this year.

Now, that seem like a rather important thing to remember, but I had not read the books for years and I was a bit distracted by the horror of this place.

I leaned my back against the mattress propped up against the wall as I watched my cell door. Patience would serve me best here. I did not want to go up against somebody with instant kill spells, and there were still Dementors running around. One had passed my cell only a few minutes ago.

Sighing I listened to another scream. The Death Eaters were still here and they were killing the guards.

Listening carefully I could hear footsteps. They slowly got closer until somebody was standing outside the cell door. Black Robes, skull looking, bone white mask. Yep a Mort Muncher

One hand was visible, holding a wand. The hand was silvery in colour. Which meant he had to be Peter Pettigrew.

Not the tallest man and even in the robes I could see that he was rather round. Rather pathetic, but also deadly dangerous right now. Not somebody to fuck around with given the state I was in.

"Are you Gothic?" He asked.

I'd not expected him to know me.

"Yeah. Who wants to know?" I asked.

I was trying to play it cool. I doubted I was successful.

"My name is not important. The Dark Lord requests your presence. I suggest you do as he wishes" The rat animagus said.

I tilted my head in thought as I watched the traitor wizard. Why would Voldemort want me? I doubted my enchantment skills had his interest.

"What for?" I asked, mostly to get more time to think things over.

Pettigrew bowed his head slightly

"The Dark Lord believes there might be a place for you in his organisation, he too despises the Ministry" Wormtail told me.

Ah that explained the recruitment, and perhaps Snape had told him what I was. He might be playing both sides.

"But if you wish, you may remain here instead" Wormtail said "Perhaps they finally get around to giving you a trial."

Pettigrew was not like I remembered from the movies or books, more confident. Perhaps it was because he was hiding behind a mask?

"Is the Dark Lord on the island?" I asked as I got to my feet.

The Death Eater shook his head

"We'll portkey out of here as soon as the boat get us far enough away from the defences" I was told "Then once you have time to rest you will met with our master".

Good as if Voldemort was on the Island, it would have been different. He might have wanted to Mark me at once and that I would not have allowed.

Not that it really mattered. Once I was off this island I'd be able to Planeswalk, at least I hoped I would. If my recovery took time I'd just have to play along as best I could.

"I appear I have a job interview to go to. Would you mind opening the door? I seem to have misplaced my wand" I joked.

Already I was feeling better. The wards must have been damaged. Whatever was suppressing me seemed to fading.

"Step back" Wormtail advised.

I did as he said before he used some kind of blasting curses on the hinges of the cell door. Definitely not the Pettigrew I expected from the books, he seemed to know what he was doing.

"Follow me." he ordered and started down the corridor the way he'd come from.

Soon I would be out of here, oh happy days.

During my time in that cell some things had became clear to me. The Wizarding world was too corrupt and too dangerous to leave alone. They were clearly unable to keep from creating these 'Dark Lords' every couple of generations. Plus there was their rampant racism and oppression of non-humans.

As much as I disliked the idea to become responsible for yet another civilisation, I could simply not let things continue like it where. Voldie had to go, and so did the Ministry. But that could wait until I was ready. Right now I doubted I could take on a kitten.

I followed Pettigrew out onto the courtyard. It was pretty small, maybe fifteen meters across, and there was a group of wizards gathered, ready to leave. Some where in black robes, others in clothes even worse than mine.

"Took your time, didn't you Wormtail?" a taller wizard, wearing the same robes and mask as my guide said, "The Master is waiting.

The rat shape shifter answered him, but I ignored him and the biting cold wind in favour of looking around.

Impressive architecture. It was built from large monolithic stone blocks. Alas it was too dark to get a proper look at the place, not that it was much better a place to be during the day.

Pettigrew poked my arm and I turned my head to stare at him. He motioned towards the blasted down wall at the other end of the courtyard the rest of the other group was already halfway through.

"Come on. We need to leave" he urged.

I nodded.

"Ah, yeah led the way" I requested.

Following him, I kept looking around but I also kept an eye on my guide. I just knew, that the moment I got somewhere warm, safe and with food. I'm going to crash for like a week. My apartment in Smallville would be nice, or better yet Ponyville that would would a good place to be while recovering from time spent with Dementors. Ponyville was like the exact opposite of this place.

However I don't even know if I would dare to try to Walk like this. It was tiring at the best of times even after all my practice in it. Doing it in the state I was in right now might actually outright kill me, Spark or no Spark.

Pettigrew stopped and looked back at me before he shook his head and climbed back up the stairs gripping my arm with his right silver one and leading me down the stairs.

After giving him a nod in gratitude, I was able to stumble along. Once we finally reached the bottom of the stairs, I very carefully climbed into the wooden boat. It was pretty small, but it did hold the entire group with room to spare. Had to bigger on the inside.

Pettigrew climbed in next to me and gave the taller Death Eater a nod.

"Ready" he asked or said.

I couldn't tell which.

"Why are we bringing this one?" the female with the crazy hair asked.

I could only assume she was Bellatrix

"He isn't one of us!" she then yelled.

The tall Death Eater took of his mask, revealing platinum hair. Lucius Malfoy.

"Because our Master ordered it," he said and tapped his wand on the rear of the boat.

I kept my eyes closed. Just the short walk through the prison and down to the boat was exhausting. Whatever energy I'd saved hadn't lasted long.

"Wormtail, ready the Portkey" Malfoy ordered. "We are approaching the edge of the defences".

The wizard with the silver hand nodded and reached for a bag sitting in the boat next to me. Soon he pulled out a long length of rope and started to pass it out, making sure that everyone was holding on to part of the rope.

I hesitated for a split second and then took a hold of the rope when it was offered to me. I had to go Planeswalking right now would be a bad idea, and I doubt they'd just let me go even if I could swim for it.

"We are clear." Malfoy said and grabbed the wand. "Everyone hang on. Portkey in 3, 2, 1..."

I felt a hard jerk at my centre of mass, there was a whirl of colour and motion before I slammed into something hard and everything went black.

(Line Break)

Death Eater Hideout. Wizarding World.

The first thing I felt was that I was comfortable. For once it was warm and comfortable. It was nice to just to lay on something soft and warm.

I slowly opened my eyes without moving the rest of my body, my memories starting to slowly return to me. I shot up out of bed when I realised what was going on.

Death Eaters had saved me. Quickly I checked my arms. No Dark Mark, which was nice. I was worried for a moment there.

The room I'd been left in was small but looked comfortable enough. A nice sized bed, some furniture, a bookcase. Also on the bedside table was my wand, my bracelet of mox diamonds and my cards! The Death Eaters must have recovered all the property that had been taken from the prisoners. Even my pouch of holding was here.

Grinning, I slipped out of the bed and stretched when the next thing hit me. For some reason I naked. Which was worrying. Thankfully the suit I'd been wearing when Dumbledore had stunned me and I'd been thrown into prison was clean and neatly folded on a nearby chair. I figured a House Elf must have undressed me, likely just by clicking their fingers, no Death Eater would be so kind.

After getting dressed I grabbed the handle and pulled open the door, poking my head outside. Nobody there. I'd expected at least one guard keeping an eye on me, as they given me my wand. So they didn't consider me a threat. Perhaps they simply assumed I'd soon be one of them

I paused as I stepped out into the hallway, leaning against the wall. I could just grab my stuff, Planeswalk out and just leave this damn world.

It would be so easy to do. On the other I had a real chance to take out Voldemort, or at least some of his minions. I really wanted to kill them. Which was ungrateful, since they'd saved me, but they were Death Eaters.

I went back into the room, and started to look through the cards. I had eight mox diamonds full of black mana, which further enforced the idea that my stuff had been stored at the prison. What struck me as odd about that was Dumbledore knew about he cards. So either he'd not been given the chance to remove them from my person or he'd been hoping this would happen.

Regardless it was time to unleash hell.

"Ah, you're awake. Good. The Master wish to speak with you." a voice said, interrupting my card sorting

I turned to see Pettigrew. He wasn't wearing his mask this time. Now he looked like a small, overweight man with somewhat ratty features and long dirty hair.

My next action was to hand him a blank card and trap him inside it. He just took it without thought, which amused me. Then I went back to sorting my deck. I hadn't really thought that through, but now that I had done it I was glad, he had sort of been nice to me. He'd freed me so I would spare his life. I'd find some world with no one upon it to use as a dumping ground.

Next I summoned Erebos, God of the Dead, using a lot of black mana, and while it hurt to do so it was worth it as he was Indestructible according to the card. Which meant the only way for the Mort Munchers to get rid of him would be to banish him, which they wouldn't know how to do, or to kill me. Which meant staying out of sight.

"Kill every adult in this building, other than myself" I ordered.

Soon the screaming started and spell casting started. Once it was done I started to explore the place. The corridors were nice, small statues, fine paintings, not moving ones, could be muggle. Riddle Manor perhaps?

As I headed upstairs I went past a set of windows. I glanced out, revealing a fine set of grounds. Indeed I was in some kind of mansion, the sun was low, either setting or rising, I could not tell at the moment.

When I found Erebos, God of the Dead, it was what passed for the Dark Lord's throne room. I'd half expected a dark stone chamber with skulls and maybe a fire along with a large stone throne, maybe. What I instead got was more of a study. Nice wooden furniture, shelves of books covering the walls, a table with some candles and quills. Honestly, it looked like something I would have furnished.

However I stopped paying attention the room when I saw the dead body of Voldemort. He was pale he differed from the movies. While he was as pale, he was more and less snakelike. His mouth was unnaturally wide and his eyes was very much reptilian looking. His nose still existed, but was very flat looking.

Then I was distracted form this sight by a distant scream, and I looked to see that the god creature had left the room. He must have missed one, that or a new person had entered the building.

I paused and listened carefully. There was no more sound. No hordes if angry dark wizards came running to their masters rescue so I turned my attention to the 'thing' that was lying on the ground.

Voldemort wasn't really dead he still had his soul anchors, and most likely another plan to come from being bodiless. Granted that would be harder to accomplish since judging by all the different screams many Death Eaters were now off to next great adventure. Hopefully in Hell.

Given time to recover I could hunt down the soul anchors, and kill the other Death Eaters. I could mentor Potter and let him to do the heavy lifting. I could make out the Ministry. I just didn't want to. I was sick of this world.

"Fuck it" I muttered "I'm going back to Equestria".

I needed a holiday.

But first things first. I had a little time before anyone checked up on this place and I had a god to protect me. I was going to loot all these books, take everyone's wands for later study, and take anything else I could carry. Then I was going to get the hell out of here and only come back when I was ready to take this society apart. Assuming I could be bothered I might just leave them all to their stupidity.