"Please don't do this!"
"Make your father proud boy!"
"Kasse please!"
"Don't make the child do it Losan, do it yourself."
"He's not a child, look at the size of him, do it, boy!"
"Kasse no!"
Two Death Eaters were having a great time taunting Kasse while Lavender sat on her knees in front of him. He had his wand raised to her, they expected him to kill her. Kasse had never killed anyone before, and he wasn't sure he could do it now. He was sure the Death Eaters knew this and that's why they were making fun of him.
"DO IT NOW BOY!"
"NO!" Lavender pleaded to her classmate. She couldn't exactly see Kasse's face but she knew he was scared. If she could only appeal to the part of him that wasn't a Death Eater maybe she could make it out of this alive.
"Kasse, please, we go to class together!"
The Death Eaters next to Kasse laughed, "We go to class together" they mocked, nearly doubled over with laughter.
"Look, kid, if you don't kill her, we kill you!" The Death Eater Losan threatened, poking his wand into Kasse's neck.
"Some son of a Lee, Kawhi would've had this girl begging for death already" the other one stated, the sound of his father's name slipping from the man's mouth made Kasse's blood run cold. He aimed his wand at Lavender's chest, she began to sob loudly. If he was going to do anything he needed to do it now before her cries got him caught.
"Avada-"
"Stupefy!"
The Death Eaters next to Kasse fell forward and hit the ground hard. Kasse breathed a sigh of relief as he turned around, Harry was walking up to him.
"My Heir!"
"You alright Kass?"
Kasse nodded, both boys looked at Lavender.
"Brave at heart my arse, you Gryffindors are cowards." Harry spat at her. He hit her in the face with a spell so hard it dislocated her jaw, she passed out from the pain.
"My Heir… I'm sorry… I-I froze." Kasse put his head down in shame, Harry put a hand on his friend's shoulder.
"I expected you to mate, you're not at the level I'm at yet. I wasn't going to let them make you kill that girl. Once you kill someone… It changes you down to your core. And once you start to like it… well…" Harry chuckled, "Let's just say it becomes the best orgasm you've ever had. Now come on, I have to find Draco." The boys fled from the scene into the dark that was only lit up by the different colors of spells.
When the Death Eaters came to finally, all the children were gone.
"Fucking bastard!"
"Watch how you speak about The Heir, Losan!"
"No! You remember what the Dark Lord said, if anything you need to stop treating him like he's so special."
"Well it's hard! First we are told for years to treat him like the next King and then we're told all of a sudden to treat him with equality? You know how hard it was explaining that to my children? They still have posters of him on their walls!"
"Nevermind that now, forget the bloody brat, find that girl. You said my name out loud to her you idiot, she has to die before she says anything about it."
With that The Death Eaters split up into different directions to cover more ground to find Lavender.
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It was the summer before Harry's fourth year at school, Voldemort had called a meeting with a handful of Death Eaters, this included Severus Snape. He was thoroughly confused by what was being said The Dark Lord, without explanation, told them they are now to no longer treat Harry as they have been. He was nothing more than a Death Eater like the rest of them, nothing more. He was still the Heir, but he was going to have to earn the respect he needed. This was a curious move, all things considering, but Snape left as he was told.
The next year, right before Harry's fifth year, Voldemort called Snape in to talk once more, this was curious, because before last year Snape only met with The Dark Lord once every maybe 4 years, now it was a yearly thing?
"Severus…"
"My Lord?"
"The results of the autopsy?"
Snape hesitated, "The spell did not kill Alastor Moody. It was the fall…" And what was that that came after? A sigh of relief? Did The Dark Lord sigh with relief at the fact that his son did not kill? There were rumors soaring around the Death Eaters after the meeting with Voldemort last year. Some said he planned on sacrificing Harry, others thought he was trying to toughen him up. Snape and a handful of others thought differently, maybe Harry was becoming more powerful than The Dark Lord could handle and he needed to take him down a notch.
"My Lord?"
"What?"
"There-" Snape had to choose his words wisely, "An unlucky bunch of Death Eaters presume that Harry… Maybe… He might be… Out of control."
Voldemort chuckled softly, chin between his hands. He was silent for a long moment, then spoke "Can you keep a secret Severus?"
"Is that a trick question?"
"Well played," Voldemort sat back in his seat, his deep-set red eyes focused on Snape's form, "The boy is stronger than I could've imagined. Lucky for me, he hasn't quite tapped into his strength yet. Neither of us is sure where it might come from but it's coming. When he faces me, it almost sends pain through my body. I haven't dueled him in a while because I'm sure he can beat me, and if he does he will be insufferable. I had a few Death Eaters get him and when they reported to me afterward, they said they could barely take him on… I need more time to study him to find out where his power is coming from…"
"But, My Lord, is that not the point? Have you not been training him all his life so that he could take over for you one day?"
"Severus, I no longer know what to believe. After Wormtail died, I rummaged through his things and found a notebook. One where he wrote what we all remember of the prophecy and he dissected it. I read his notes over and over again but there is just too much missing. I fear… Harry, my son, may not be the one to make me more powerful, he might take over for me… He might take me over."
"I wouldn't think of it," Snape said quickly, "The boy adores you, he lives his life trying to make his father proud."
"And yet, he continues to go off on his own way and defy me. He's got a mind of his own and soon his actions match."
"He's just a teenager, all teenagers defy their parents, My Lord, I work with them."
"All teenagers," Voldemort said slowly, making Snape's skin crawl, "Do not have The Dark Lord as their father. All teenagers do not think that one day they might take over the world and have more power than they can handle."
Snape stopped talking, this was going to turn into an argument he was never going to win.
"What do we do, My Lord?"
"We find this prophecy you told me about. We listen to it in full and go from there. Until then… Harry is to no longer be treated as The Heir. We can't let him believe he has too much power anymore."
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"RUN!" Ron screamed at his group. The teenaged Gryffindors took off in a separate direction, running for their lives. They took a misstep and found themselves face to face with Harry and Kasse. The Slytherin boys ran after them, shooting any spells they knew, but could not aim well enough to get a clear shot. Ron, Hermione, and Ginny took a sharp corner to hide. They caught their breath, thinking they had outsmarted Harry.
"Hermione," Ron panted, "Take the prophecy and hide it, he's going to go after me first."
"I'll take it" Ginny offered.
"Over my snapped wand you will. We can't even trust you!" Ron spat.
"Just give it to her Ron! He may go after you first but he will go after me next, he hates me. The last person he'll attack is his girlfriend" Hermione reasoned. She took the orb from Ron and handed it to Ginny, who shoved it in her robes. The teens waited another moment before coming out and starting to run again, hoping to find adults on their side to give the orb too. They turned corners and corners but never seemed to get anywhere, this department was far too big and confusing. They opened a door that seemingly led to a large balcony that oversaw the department. They walked to the edge and looked over, the whole place was like a maze. They saw streaks of light in the distance and could see little figures of people darting about while some lay motionless on the floor.
"We might be safe here…" Ron mused, "We're well hidden and far enough away where no one can find us…"
"Yeah, that's why I chose this place too," a deep voice said from behind them. They turned quickly, in the corner of the balcony was Blaise and a motionless figure laying in the dark. Ron whipped out his wand, "What're you doing here?"
"What am I doing here, what are you doing here? I was here first!" Blaise claimed.
"Go, you two go, I'll handle him, you just stay hidden and away from Harry" Ron planned bravely.
"Don't bother," Harry said cooly as he came in from the door, "I've already arrived, thanks for the summon Blaise," he added to his friend who saluted him. Ron stepped slightly in front of the girls.
"Be a dear and hand me over that orb, love," Harry said to Ginny, noticing the circle-shaped lump in her pocket.
"Don't do it, Ginny," Ron told her. Ginny looked between the two of them.
"You're a really bad brother, you know that? All you do is yell at your sister and degrade her, it's no wonder she tried to find solace on Harry's dick. If I were her I'd have turned on you too," with that, Ginny took the orb out of her pocket and tossed it to Harry.
"What…" Hermione whispered, jaw unhinged. Before their eyes, Ginny's hair started to shorten and turn a silver-blonde. She grew taller, her face started to bubble over and form differently, and in a moment, Ginny Weasley became Draco Malfoy.
"It was you… the whole time?" Hermione panicked, they'd said far too much in front of who they thought was Ginny.
"The entire time you daft muggle bitch, and you're supposed to be the smartest Gryffindor in school? God that sets a standard doesn't it?" Draco pushed her to the side and joined the ranks of the Slytherins, she and Ron looked horrified.
"WHERE'S MY SISTER!" Ron roared, Harry smiled politely, "I can tell you where she'd like to be."
"I'M NOT JOKING!"
"She's right here Weasley." Blaise said, kicking the form in the dark, "She's bleeding between her legs though, might wanna do something about that."
Hermione whimpered, she made a motion to run to Ginny, then stopped knowing she did not want to cross the enemy lines.
"You're outmatched Weasley, like always," Harry said, walking towards them, he did not fear Ron nor his wand. "How does it feel knowing your entire life you have been and always will be a failure? At least your sister knew her place… beneath me"
Ron saw red, he threw himself at Harry. Hermione screamed and tried to jump in but Kasse grabbed her and held her back, "Let them fight!" he demanded of her. Once again, Ron and Harry were fighting like animals, wands aside. The room watched, this fight was probably the worst they've ever had, now that Harry had a new fighting style he'd only just picked up. He fought Ron not because he hated him, but because he loved his friends, his father, Bella, all of them. He fought for them to prove a point, that he could take care of them. This made Harry's punches harder and his mind more manic. He had the upper hand, he pounded Ron in the face twice, then lifted him by his robes and put him slightly over the balcony.
"I'm going to watch you die Weasley, just like I watched your dad." Harry threatened. Ron gripped onto Harry's wrists, blood streaming down the sides of his face and falling through the sky. Hermione was sobbing loudly, begging for help. This must've alerted someone walking by because the door began to open.
"What's going on here?" Harry froze, letting Ron struggle weakly beneath him. It was the man… The man who looked just like him, why did this man keep popping up? As he came in, Lavender came in behind him, looking well beat up and scared. He met eyes with Harry, and just like what happened before with Lily, happened again with him. The connection he couldn't name…
"Harry… Please don't..." The man said calmly, it was then that Harry remembered he was holding Ron over a 7 story drop. "Harry, let him go…" the man started to walk closer, Draco stepped up.
"Don't go anywhere near him!" Draco warned.
"Draco no!" Harry told him, knowing Draco would strike and feeling some sort of need to protect the man.
It all happened in a moment, while Harry was distracted with the man and his friend, Ron slipped into his robes and grabbed the orb. When Harry shouted at Draco, Ron had held the orb over his head. He kicked Harry to try to get him off, but that caused Harry to jerk and shake him. The orb went flying from Ron's hands. Harry screamed, he lurched forward to try and grab it, but this caused Ron, who was beneath him, to fall backward. And with that motion, he took Harry over with him. Everyone who watched this happen couldn't believe what they had seen, both boys falling over the balcony to what was most likely their deaths. Everyone was silent, it was James who first ran from the room, desperate to make sure his son was not dead. The other teens filed out accordingly, leaving Ginny behind.
Harry's life flashed before his eyes, years of torment and pain flooded his senses, he was going to die. And not only was he going to die, but he was also going to die without having ever made his father legitimately proud. But how he did not die was a little less than a miracle. When he finally found the ground, he heard two loud cracks somewhere in his body. He screamed in agony and clutched his left arm, it dangled beside him. Ron was close to him, sobbing as he massaged his leg, the bone of his femur was sticking out through his clothes. As Harry's eyes became cloudy with tears, there was another crash between them. A soft lyrical voice started to ring out of nowhere.
'A war is coming. Fought in both vein and blood. Redrawn shall be family lines and those lines will be crossed. A boy, born as the seventh month dies with emeralds in his eyes. A man, with no blood left and no heart beating. Equals, power matched from the day they meet, claimed blood that is not theirs. They will train and live as equals, and one will become more powerful than the other, because one pertains a power the other cannot possess. Neither can live while the other survives, for one to rule the other must die. Gone will be the faux family ties, and he will take him down in the end. Only one can truly reign… Beware, for this is the era of the Heir.'
The words screamed in Harry's brain, he would never forget them. What did that all mean, it was meant for him but he did not understand a word of it. If only he could have taken it to his father, they could have deciphered it together, but it was gone now, the words only a stained memory in his head. Harry's blood began to boil, the whites of his eyes turned red although he could only see black. This was all Ron Weasley's fault. Harry roared aloud, all the pain and trauma in his life was now escaping through his lips. He felt his vocal cords begin to tear, he started to shred the muscles in his neck, his screams rang all around him; the agony, the hurt, the failure. When his voice ran out he looked at Ron, laying on the floor.
"YOU!" He growled hoarsely, "YOU RUIN EVERYTHING!" He launched himself on top of the boy, he ripped open his shirt and began tearing into the boy's chest with his fingernails. Now it was Ron's turn to scream, the fact that Harry could cut into his skin with his blunt nails was too much for him. Harry scratched at him for a moment before he was violently jerked off him. Ron passed out, the pain too unbearable. Harry looked up at his father, who'd grabbed him by the back of his robes.
"You have the prophecy!" His father snarled. Harry tried to wiggle away from him.
"I can explain!" Harry pleaded, he could feel the fire from his father's eyes on the back of his neck. A gaggle of figures rounded a corner onto the scene.
"LET HIM GO!" Lily screamed, watching as Voldemort choked her son with his own robes. For a second, the emerald eyes met once more, then Harry vanished with his father.
The fight had ended, there were no more screams, no more spells, no more lights. All the Death Eaters disapparated along with their master. The Slytherin boys who'd arrived in time to see Harry taken by his father panicked, how were they supposed to leave? Luckily, Lucius Malfoy, in his mask, swept them all up and took them with him.
This left The Order, stumbling around the Department of Mysteries, trying to find each other and put the stories together. Lily fell to her knees, and just like that her son was gone again, snatched by a monster. While Lily stared at the spot her son had left, James ran over to Ron, who was still blacked out on the floor. James was rather good at healing spells, but not that good. He was able to stop the bleeding in Ron's leg but could not put the bone back in. Hermione and Lavender, who'd just caught up, ran to Ron's side too. The girls looked down at his chest and screamed in unison.
Harry was not only clawing at Ron's chest, but he was also writing something. 'WEASLEY IS OUR KING' shone brightly in blood and bruises on his torso.