Prince of Death
By: The Potters of the Future
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Reviews
Janelly Slytherin
Thought it suited Harry's personality. Dumbledore's a manipulative old goat. As amusing as that would be I don't think it's Hades style somehow. That's what I thought. Dumbledore will never see reason.
sernityselena
Thought it was the kind of thing a son of Hades would do. Didn't Nico s say the same about Daeulus. Nobody would have been hurt if Dumbledore did his job and didn't accept applicants that were psychopaths. Surely there has to be some kind of screening process. I mean looks at the staff: 1. A psychopath, 2. A fake, 4. A man with paranoia/psychopath. See a line that develops. Dumbledore's lost it. If he had it in the first place. I think Dumbledore lives in fairy land.
Flying Chrissy
I don't think Hades will becoming to Hogwarts anytime soon.
caughtinalandslide
Dumbledore would not mess with Harry if he knew that.
Laesk
I was planning to have it at the end of the Goblet of Fire. Dumbledore will get his comeuppance from Hades at some point.
Penny is wise
Dumbledore is an idiot. His fatal flaw is believing he is always right. I thought that would fit with Harry being a son of Hades.
shugokage
I wasn't even planning to make him that manipulative but it kind of came out that way.
mudbloodpotter05
I just felt it worked better with Voldemort knowing the truth.
Beezlebubbles
Zeus is definitely on my list of least favourite uncles. Yep glad you got Cat's mother. Hades had accepted Harry. Glad you like Bella. I don't think so. Hades children can be terrifying if they want to be. Hades does care about Harry. Annabeth's cool. I love writing about Hades trying to make him nice whilst keeping him character. I don't like Zeus if my story hasn't made that clear enough. Glad you liked the Underworld. I don't think Hades will claim Harry for awhile. Giving him a Thestral there's an idea. Hades presents are the best. It is mainly canon with differences coming from their powers and personalities and different friends.
Bibliophile109
Well I don't think I child of the Lord of the Dead is impressed with immortality for humans. Harry will certainly destroy the stone soon as he can. He could just skip the Chess game and get passed it. I don't know if there is a way for anyone whose not Hades to ward against Shadow Travel as its not technically magic.
Lily887787
I know he's a git isn't he. Snape for all his faults his really protective of his students.
Kenjo
Well I know who Cat's dad is but I'm going to put several hints in before I reveal because I'm cruel like that. There's even a hint in this chapter (look at what's said about the Quidditch match).
Lady Avotil
Well he would. He's been brought up completely differently and has completely different genetics. I'm a Severus fan so I've always hated the fact that Harry doesn't come to respect him until after Snape dies (wipes a tear away). Dumbledore is too manipulative for his own good. He has the philosophy that it's the ends not the means which doesn't sit right with Harry. I can imagine what would happen if Voldemort's trap got Dumbledore. I don't think Voldemort would mind too much. Does he want Harry or Dumbledore dead more? Oh definitely wonder what his punishment would be. I just imagined Harry to be very against cheaters of death as he is a son of Hades. Nico felt the same way about Daedulus. Nico will come into the story. I don't know whether Bianca will still die and that's how they find out. If that's the case I'd imagine Harry would be there to help him through his grief. But if they find out before Bianca then I suppose there would be a bit of sibling rivalry.
Valentine Alexandrea Sparrow
Thought it suited him.
Anonymous
Who's you? I do try. And what do you think Snape is? A poodle? I haven't decided what I'm going to do about Nico and Bianca yet. They might be taken out earlier but still found at the same time. Their cheeriness is odd considering their sons of the God of the Dead. It's not the Department of Mysteries doing the experimenting. It is actually illegal. But that doesn't stop the black market and Dark Wizards. Dumbledore's a real pain. Thanks for pointing that out I'll try to stay more in character from now on. That's what I thought.
exaigon
Harry is already battle trained and knows how to see through acts – he has to when he hangs around gods – but Dumbledore has no idea of this. They don't want Voldemort to find out without realising it is far too late.
Sanity if Over Rated – Go Nuts
Harry does know a lot about death. Dumbledore would so use them for his own gain if he knew.
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Chapter 36
Voldemort Search Continues
It was the Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff Quidditch match and the whole school was down watching the two teams play each other even though it was obvious who was going to win considering the weather for some reason always seemed to favour the Gryffindor team even when the weather had been so strange over the past few months. This of course was due to the big three – Zeus, Poseidon and Hades – arguing over their missing symbols of power.
But what only a few people noticed was that not everyone was at the match. One Quirnius Quirrell, current Defence against the Dark Arts professor and ex-Muggle Studies teacher, was for some reason absent. Quirnius was in fact on the stairs leading up to the Third Floor attempting once again to get past the beast.
'Alohomora,' he hissed.
The door swung open revealing an enormous, black, three headed monster. Quirnius froze in terror at the animal. But his master urged him on. Quirnius knew what he had to do his master had told him what to do. He knew how to use the spell and but had never actually performed the spell himself. He raised his wand.
'Avada Kedavra,' Quirnius bit out.
The emerald green light lit up the corridor and doorways into disused classrooms. The spell hit the first head of the beast. But instead of killing it the spell seemed to be reflected by its fur. Voldemort cursed he should have expected this to happen. The beast was born of death. It would be impossible to kill it like that.
'Leave,' hissed Voldemort, 'we need to find a way passed it.'
'Yes, master,' Quirrell nodded.
The two souls left the corridor where Severus Snape was just about to enter. Voldemort could have growled. That man was infuriating. He always seemed to be there when his plans came into play. He was too intelligent for his own good. But no matter soon as Voldemort got his body and powers back the little Potions Master would pay for his betrayals.
'S-S-Severus,' stuttered Quirrell. 'W-w-w-what a-a-are y-y-y-you d-d-doing h-here?' stuttered out Quirrell.
Severus was annoyed at the fake fear that the man portrayed. For a Ravenclaw, he was surprisingly Slytherin. Severus had noticed that he wasn't at the Quidditch match so guessed he was attempting to steal the stone – again – whilst everyone else was busy watching the game so Severus naturally had come to head him off as Dumbledore – again – wasn't doing his job to protect the students.
'Drop the act, Quirrell,' snapped Severus feeling angry with the man. 'I know what you're after, and you know that I know.'
'W-w-what-e-e-ver d-d-do y-y-you m-m-mean S-s-s-Severus,' stuttered Quirrell.
'You know very well what I mean,' snapped Severus, 'now, have you found out how to get past the beast of Hagrid's yet?'
'B-b-beast,' stuttered Quirrell. 'I d-d-don't k-k-know w-w-what y-y-you m-m-mean,' Quirrell said again.
'You don't want me as your enemy Quirrell,' Snape said coolly.
'N-n-no, S-s-Severus I w-w-was j-j-just m-making s-s-s-sure t-t-the p-p-protections w-w-w-were o-o-okay,' stuttered Quirrell.
'Do you think I'm a fool, Quirrell?' Severus' lips curled.
'N-n-no, S-s-Severus,' stuttered Quirrell.
'The leave and stay away from the beast,' ordered Severus.
'Y-y-yes, S-s-Severus,' Quirrell stuttered.
Quirrell almost ran away from Severus in apparent terror but they both knew that he was an utter fake. Severus watched him go with an angry look in his black eyes that would make a lesser man faint out of sheer terror and a sneer on his face. He just hoped that he'd be able to stop the two of them before anything happened.
Just then Harry Potter quite literally stepped out of the shadows that had been concealing him until two seconds ago. Anyone who was not Severus Tobias Snape would have jumped in fright at the shadows falling away from the pale boy with night black hair and a very dark look in those emerald eyes but not Severus.
Severus just said, 'how long have you been standing there?'
'You weren't the only one who noticed our missing teacher,' Harry said shrugging.
'Didn't your friends want to come too?' asked Severus.
'They aren't able to remain undetected,' Harry shrugged.
Severus conceded that point, 'indeed.'
'You should be careful, Professor, he's got Voldemort living in him,' Harry said quietly.
'I can look after myself,' Severus snapped at him.
Harry smiled slightly, 'your definitely Elysium material.'
Severus didn't answer to the boy's words. He knew that the boy was calling him a hero in his own way. He watched as Harry slipped back into the shadows surely to rejoin watching the game which surprise, surprise Gryffindor won 220 points to twenty points. Gryffindor was annoyingly in the lead and bound to win unless something untoward happened in the last match.
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At the same time a furious Dark Lord on the back of his servant's head was plotting revenge against Severus Snape, the foul beast, Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the rest of the Wizarding World (not that this was particularly abnormal). Voldemort was flickering between Parselmouth and English.
'How dare he? How dare he? All because of that unworthy mudblood? Argh, love destroys all,' Voldemort was angry. 'And the beast it should have died. Albus Dumbledore, the meddling old fool, always causing me trouble. And Harry Potter he could have the world if he wasn't so weak. I'll take the Wizarding World and show them why they don't mess with Lord Voldemort.'
'Master, Snape asked if I had managed to get past Hagrid's beast, does that mean there's a way to get past it?' Quirrell asked nervously.
'So you are a Ravenclaw, after all,' Voldemort was still incensed, 'yes your right we need to get Hagrid to spill.'
'He's a talkative drunk,' Quirrell said thinking back on past staff meetings.
'And he's obsessed with dragons,' Voldemort said a plan forming, 'next weekend take a trip to Knockturn Alley.'
'Yes, master,' Quirrell said dutifully.
'Then go to Twiggle and Oram's Apothecary,' hissed Voldemort.
Twiggle and Oram was an old Apothecary that had been started in the Middle Ages by Sweedish wizard and his wife – a hag of all things – and often sold illegal ingredients to the special clientele. The current owner was one Lord Odin Oram, who held the Oram seat in the Wizengamot. He had connections to the Black Market to get his more questionable ingredients.
In the past Voldemort knew everything there was about the Black Market, but that was no longer the case. A decade as a wraith put you rather behind the times. The man in question had been one of his followers all those years ago. He had been briefly caught but with a mixture of gold thrown at Fudge and his respected family name he got out.
Voldemort was just annoyed that yet another one of his followers had refused to search for him. This was why he didn't trust anyone? His supposedly loyal followers had left him to rot for their own sakes.
'Then we shall talk to them about the Black Market of Dragon eggs,' hissed Voldemort.
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That weekend you found a young man with a giant emerald green turban concealing Voldemort from view as well as making all the Dark Wizards and Witches in Knockturn Alley stare at him/them.
The young man made his way to a rough stone building that seemed to be from the medieval era with a wooden placard saying Twiggle & Oram's Apothecaryin bold bald letters that had lasted the test of the time probably thanks to magical protective charms.
Quirrell and Voldemort entered the store which unlike Sedlak's Apothecary in Diagon Alley, the barrels and containers were all charmed to keep the smells of the particular ingredients from leaking out.
Of course, these were expensive but considering the higher prices of the ingredients (half of which were to bribe the shop owners to keep quiet about their presence in the darker shopping district).
On the counter, was the man Voldemort wanted to see. A dark haired man, Jude Oram, brother of Odin, another deserting Death Eater and heir to the Oram seat as Odin didn't have any children. They walked up to the man who gazed at them suspiciously; it wasn't unknown for Aurors to come here. Not that they'd find anything because they kept the questionable items on the downstairs floor that didn't officially exist.
'Yes,' Jude said rudely annoying Voldemort who was used to subservience.
'I was looking to acquire something from the Black Market,' Quirrell said glancing around.
Jude's black eyes lit up at this, 'oh and what is it you are seeking.'
'I need to acquire a Dragon's Egg for a Power Enriching Ritual,' Quirrell said repeating what his master had told him to say.
'A Dragon's Egg huh,' Jude said frowning. 'I don't have one but I know where to acquire one from, for the right price.'
Voldemort was incensed at this. If the shopkeeper, Voldemort thought with a sneer, knew who he was talking to he wouldn't be asking for bribes. Oh when he returned the man would get it. He would be lucky if he left Voldemort's presence alive. Voldemort watched as Quirrell passed a large, dark velvet grey pouch with around 1000 galleons in it. Jude checked that it was real and not leprechaun or transfigured gold.
Jude nodded, 'you have to find a dragon dealer who goes by the name of, Waelgeuga.'
'Where would I find this man?' asked Quirrell with a prodding from his master.
'Go right at the turning opposite The Elf's Dark Queen.' Jude began explaining.
Voldemort had never really frequented the Pub unless he needed information or objects off people who did. But he knew it was a favourite place for his followers to go after a raid.
Voldemort had had to step in to stop them revealing his location enough times when they were drunk and attempting to win the bar maids who worked there to know where it was.
'Go right again after you've passed the pub. At the end of the street there is a small, unremarkable looking house that looks empty. Waelgeuga lives there.'
Quirrell left the apothecary without so much as a thank you, but that was expected for Dark Wizards visiting the apothecary even a half-blood who had taken his Muggle father's name instead of his Pure-Blood mother's. The young man followed the instructions and came to apparently uninhabited house if it could be called that.
'Don't just enter there are protective wards around this place,' hissed Voldemort angrily. 'Call for him.'
'Waelgeuga,' Quirrell called nervously.
Suddenly a tall, muscular, man with dark brown, greying hair, dressed in old brown, leather robes that looked like they would have been out of fashion in Merlin's era and a very dangerous look in his hazel eyes. Not that Quirnius Quirrell was scared. He had Voldemort on his side. Who could possibly frighten him? But that didn't mean he wasn't going to be careful about the dragon dealer even if it was just because he needed what the man had.
'What do you want?' growled the man.
'Oram told me that you had something I need,' Quirrell said.
The man hit him with piercing hazel eyes, 'what are you willing to give?'
'A tear of a Phoenix,' Quirnius said.
Phoenix tears weren't exactly easy to come by considering a phoenix only gave them when someone they had in some way bonded with was dying. Quirnius had only got it by stealing out of Dumbledore's office a month ago. It had been mainly in revenge for all of the times that Dumbledore had turned him aside when the other children had bullied him for being the geek of the year.
'Let me see it,' demanded the Waelgeuga his hazel eyes glinting greedily.
'Not yet,' hissed Voldemort.
'Let me see what I've come for first,' Quirnius said sharply.
Waelgeuga chuckled darkly, 'you're good. At the same time,' he ordered.
'Do it,' hissed Voldemort.
Both men pulled out of their pockets what they were exchanging. In the older man's hands rested an ostrich sized egg of the deepest black shining darkly in the cool February sun. In Quirnius' pale hand was a tiny vial the size of his pinkie with a clear almost colourless substance that shone unnaturally golden every so often.
'Deal,' Waelgeuga said.
They exchanged the two objects. Quirnius felt the heaviness of the object as he slipped it into the deep, magically expanded, invisible, undetectable pockets of his pale grey robes which somewhat blended into the stones of the dragon dealer's home. The phoenix tear itself had vanished into Waelgeuga's leather outfit.
Waelgeuga disappeared back into his house as though he had never been there. And Quirrell quickly Apparated back to Hogsmeade going back to supervising the mudblood's and Blood Traitors that roamed the magical street. He didn't know how much of his disgust came from his master and how much came from himself.
Voldemort made his way to the Three Broomsticks. It hadn't been there during his time at Hogwarts. Not that he would have frequented it anyway. On the Hogsmeade weekends that he had managed to convince Mrs Cole with mind magic's to let him go on he had spent most of the time in the book shops.
He used the money he had stolen off the rich Pure-Bloods that he shared a dorm with. They hadn't liked him at first as he was a poor "Muggle-Born" but when they found out he was a Parselmouth and how powerful he was they quickly changed their tune. Plus Voldemort had always had a silver tongue.
'I think I may join Rubeus in the Hogs Head myself,' Dumbledore said eyes twinkling but making no move to leave.
Quirrell however did, 'I-I h-h-have t-t-t-to p-p-pick u-u-up a-a n-new b-b-book o-on v-v-vampires,' Quirnius looked terrified.
Albus watched the young man leave knowing perfectly well where the young man was going and why. The thing he did not know was how he was going to get Hagrid to spill but considering what a charmer Tom Riddle always had been Albus knew he'd get Hagrid to tell him that to get past Fluffy you'd need to play it a piece of music. Albus needed Voldemort to get down the trap door so that Harry would follow him and he would be tested as The Vanquisher of Voldemort.
Albus was just glad Severus wasn't here or he'd be throwing a hissy fit – again. Over a child he didn't even like and only protected him because of woman who had rejected him and died hating him. it was simply ridiculous in Albus' mind but he easily took advantage of his Potions' Master's broken heart.
Meanwhile Quirnius had reached the Hogs Head gathering his hood about him and skulking in. The foul half breed was sitting the middle of the Hogshead already flirting with a witch. Quirnius rescued the sandy haired woman who thanked him gratefully. Quirnius just hoped that the girl wasn't a Mudblood. His master felt the same way he could feel it through their conjoined minds.
''Lo,' Hagrid slurred and Quirnius grimaced at the drunk half breed, 'who you?'
Quirnius didn't answer, 'another firewhiskey for my friend,' he called paying the bartender.
Hagrid took a long drink apparently not drunk enough to be suspicious (or to stupid).
'So what do you do?' asked Quirnius.
'Keeper of Keys and grounds of 'Ogwarts,' Hagrid slurred. Then after taking a long drink, 'you?'
'Animals,' Quirnius said after a tip from his master, 'I'll say you've seen a fair few animals in your job.'
'Thes'rals , merpeople, Fluffy,' slurred Hagrid.
'Fluffy?' asked Quirnius as though he was confused. 'What's Fluffy?'
'Dog wit' t'ree heads,' slurred the half giant.
'That's amazing,' Quirnius said flattering. 'I've never met anyone who can keep a dog like that.'
Hagrid shrugged, 'I always wanted a dragon'
'A dragon?' asked Quirnius, 'well I just acquired a dragon's egg.
Hagrid's eyes lit up in anticipation, 'I'd love a dragon.'
'I would love it to go to a good home. And you seem a good bloke. But I can't just give it away if you can't handle it,' Quirnius said softly.
Hagrid's face drooped, 'well the trick to any beast is to know how to calm it. take Fluffy play him a bi' o' music and he falls straight to sleep.'
Quirnius couldn't believe it was that simple. A little bit of magic and he'd walk this. He just needed to buy himself some time to get past the other obstacles. Only Dumbledore knew exactly what they all contained. But considering he had Lord Voldemort on his size who knew magic that normal wizards couldn't dream of Quirnius wasn't worried.
'Well you seem to know your stuff,' Quirnius smiled.
Quirnius gave the dragon's egg to the man who grinned happily petting and cooing the dragon's egg. Quirnius slipped out of tavern and met up with the other teachers herding the children back up to the school at the end of the Hogsmeade weekend.
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Waelgeuga means Dragon in Old English if anyone was wondering.
Will Quirrell get the stone?
Will Harry stop him?
Will Harry meet Norbert?
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Chapter 37: Why You Don't Mess With Demigods
Voldemort and Quirrell attempt to steal the Philosopher's Stone and get stopped by Harry and his friends.
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