WARNING: Blood, gorge, and death.

Smaragdus arcanum Lunam

Cloud Sorano

22

"It's decided. The Wizengamots has concluded that Edward Masen Cullen will burned as it is decreed in the law of 1682 anti-vampire legislation. He is to be burned immediately." Madame Amelia Bones announced and turned sad eyes down to Harry.

Harry asked, "What? I thought both of us are on trial. Why is he being put to death and I am not?"

"I am coming to that. Harry James Potter, you are decreed to be magically bound and under probation until the end of hundred year." The woman replied and frowned.

Harry and Edward were led into the atrium. A platform was set up in front of the restored statue. They were given a few last moments together before Edward was put on the platform with twenty Aurors, wands pointing at him. Edward kept his eyes on Harry, keeping their thoughts locked as they shared intimate conversation. Then he was up in flame quickly.

Harry gasped softly as he stared at the fire. The last of Edward's thoughts echoed in his mind. "I love you, forever."

He fell to his knees; the cool floor felt like ice to him. He wanted to scream, he wanted to cry, and he wanted to die. But he could not.

Harry stared at the marbled floor, not really seeing the stone itself. He felt a heavy hand land on his back gently and the soft, deep tone of Kingsley, "Harry, I am so sorry. There was not much I can do."

Harry swallowed hard, tasting the venom that pooled in his mouth. His splayed hands clenched, and there was a loud scrape as his fingers created deep gouges. It hurt deeply in his soul. Red bled into his vision, and he finally screamed. Then everything was a blur.

Kingsley gasped as he stared at Harry in shock. "Harry…" He gurgled, blood spilling from the side of his mouth. Harry's eyes were utterly crimson red, not unlike Voldemort's. There was a terrible snarl on his face. He looked down to see Harry's arm thrust into his abdomen. He jerked as the arm was pulled out quickly; blood and entrails spilled forth. He fell to the ground.

Harry growled as he turned to the Aurors circling around them. They were shooting spells at him, yet they smashed against the shield he had erected. He lashed out to his left and swiped two of the Aurors, his clawed hands coated in blood immediately as they screamed, falling down, decapitated midsection. Blood splattered across the floor and the side of the statues.

He immediately turned and zipped around the Aurors that surrounded him, snapping their necks, clawing at their throats, and some had their limbs torn apart. Screams filled the air. The crowd that had gathered to watch the burning scrambled and hurried to the floo networks to escape. He chuckled darkly as he waved his hand, effectively shutting down the network, barring their escape.

"This is the treatment I get?" Harry asked, his voice magically amplified. His tone was dark, and there was the promise of death in them. "I saved your sorry asses from Voldemort. I fought against prejudice, for all of us to live equally. But noo," He snarled as he stalked toward the crowd huddling near the floo network. Aurors ran to him, shooting spells, only to have it hit his powerful shield. "You all have hold onto that prejudice! Werewolves, centaurs, vampires," He smacked his bloodied hand on his chest, "Giants! Goblins!" He screamed, "You fear us!"

He then shot forward, blurring among the Aurors, slashing his way through them with his claws and teeth, ripping them apart. Scream rented in the air, and people scattered, trying to hide. Spells were exploding in the air as many brave civilians tried to stop Harry's massacre.

"Stop!" Amelia shouted. Harry paused, holding a man he had just bit into. He turned to face the woman. She was flanked by more Aurors. "Harry James Potter, you put the end to this and come with us quietly."

Harry chuckled and dropped the man. "And?"

"You will be punished for this." Amelia said, trying to hide her shaking. "No one deserves this." She waved her hand to the massacre Harry had created.

Harry glanced around lazily with his blood-red eyes and asked, "They don't deserve it?" He rolled his shoulders and growled. "That's where you are wrong, dear Madame Bones." He rushed to her. The Aurors fired spells upon him. He deflected them, and the spells smashed against the atrium wall, destroying the offices that lined up on the walls and bringing down debris. Two of the deadly bombarda spells were deflected toward the giant statue. It exploded into a huge flying chunk of stones, raining down on the screaming crowd.

Amelia gasped as she saw one of the stones smashed into the crowd of people, crushing some of them underneath. Then she came face to face with Harry; terror turned her blood cold as Harry smirked and swiped his hand. Her head fell before her body crumbled to the floor. Blood spurted from her neck, staining Harry's front.

"Prejudice run deep in all of you." Harry murmured softly as he glanced around, "If you cannot exist together in peace, then you do not deserve to exist at all."

"Harry! Stop this please!" Harry turned to see Molly and Arthur looking at him with revulsion on their faces. Their wands pointed at him and shaking. He shrugged and flashed toward them. They fell to the ground, eyes wide, blood spilling from their mouth as their mid-section tore open.

He spotted several members of the Wizengamot huddled together behind the broken statue and smirked. He vanished and then appeared behind them, "Boo." He said, and their scream was cut short as he quickly slashed his way through them. He grabbed a middle-aged man and bit into his neck, taking a deep drink before throwing him down, dead.

He disappeared from where he stood and popped into another huddled crowd, and worked his way through them, killing everyone in sight. He did this over and over until he heard a familiar voice calling out to him to stop.

He stopped and dropped a young boy he had drunk from and turned. He was covered from head to toe in blood. He recognized the man, "Carlisle."

Carlisle stepped forward from the entrance. Sadness was heavy on his feature as he held his hands up. His family flanked behind him. Alice and Esme had horror on their face, Jasper looked painful, Rosalie looked stony, and Emmett's face was twisted in between anger and pain. "Harry, it's okay. It's time to come home."

"Home?" Harry asked, as if not comprehending the thought. He turned to the platform, where a pile of ash scattered across it. He stared at it for a moment. "They took my home." He gestured his bloodied hand to the platform. "My only home. I have none." He turned to Carlisle and tilted his head, watching as the Cullens slowly make their way through the dead bodies.

"Harry, this isn't supposed to happen." Alice softly said.

"You don't say?" Harry mocked, "They long decided that we were too dangerous. I'm proving them right." He then stood up straighter, staring directly at Carlisle. He narrowed his crimson eyes. Slowly, the corner of his lip turned up. "Oh, is that so?"

"Harry?" Carlisle asked cautiously.

Harry chuckled. "You forgot…" He tapped his own head with a sharp finger. He had transfigured his fingers into sharp claws at some point. "I can read mind," his face darkened, and he disappeared and reappeared right in front of Carlisle. He grabbed his head and twisting, snapping it away from the body. Esme screamed and jumped toward Harry.

Harry was too fast for them. His strength, speed, and power were magically fueled. Esme fell to the ground next to her husband, her head also detached. He turned to Alice and Jasper and flashed around them, also ripping their heads away from their bodies and rolling several feet away.

Rosalie and Emmett watched warily as they stumbled backward. "Harry, no." Rosalie begged as she held her hands up in a defensive posture. "You're our brother."

"Brother?" Harry asked and vanished. Emmett cursed, and Rosalie turned to see her husband's head detach and thrown to the side. Then a bloodied hand reappeared through Emmett's chest to grasp Rosalie's neck. With surprising powerful force, her neck was ripped, and her head fell down to the floor before both her and Emmett's bodies fell. Harry looked down at them disdainfully. "Lies. You were going to burn me."

"Oh, this is unexpected." Harry looked up to see a strange group of people in dark crimson robes. "You must be Harry Potter I have heard so much about." The man in the middle stepped forward, and he pushed his hood back to reveal a handsome pale feature, long dark hair hanging down to his shoulder. He smiled at Harry.

"Who are you?" Harry all but snarled.

The man laughed gleefully and gestured to the others behind him. "Surely, you've heard of us. We're the Volturi."

Harry looked down mundanely at his crimson fingers. He thought briefly that they should be sharper and watched as they inched longer and pointier. He smirked and looked up, "And, I suppose, you're Aro I've heard about?"

Aro stared at Harry, mystified. "Yes." He glanced around in the atrium. He surmised it was in its glory with wizards of all kinds coming and going in its days, but now a literal blood bath mess. "This," He gestured to around them, "what happened?"

Harry looked over his shoulder to glance around. He could see there was still a crowd of people huddling in the far back of the atrium. He supposed he'll have to take care of them after he was finished with the Volturi. He turned back to the group of vampires and studied each one of them, taking in their pale, beautiful features. He could read their minds and found many unsavory thoughts. He sneered. "They don't deserve to exist."

A tall man beside Aro stepped forward, asking with a quiet tone, "And why is that?"

Harry shifted his crimson gaze to the taller man he surmised to be Marcus, one of the three who ruled the coven. He quickly glanced to Aro's other side and found the blond-haired man with a pointed feature. He snickered inwardly; he looked a bit like a Malfoy, with a pinched expression on his face. "Marcus." He smiled and turned to the tall man, taking a step forward. He noted that the coven didn't step backward like the others did. "You see, my whole life, I've been trained to kill Voldemort," He watched and saw they didn't flinch, but some had a puzzled look on their face, "Oh, you know, big bad wizard who thirsted for power and take over the world? Whatever." Harry waved his sharpened claw in the air to dismiss the thought. He continued, "I killed him. So, I thought maybe the wizard world would finally see that every magical creatures; including you and me." He smiled genially, gesturing between the Volturi and himself, "would be equal to them." He dropped his hand and snarled, "But no, they decided to take my soulmate away, saying he's too dangerous."

Aro blinked once and nodded empathically. "Yes, yes, I see. That's unfortunate that they're right. We," he gestured to all of the vampires, "are indeed too dangerous to them. Now, Harry, why don't you join us? You would be a wonderful addition to the Volturi coven."

Harry snorted. "They were wrong. So are you. You see, Edward was not the dangerous one. He's the sweet and most logical one. I'm the dangerous one." He laughed darkly and disappeared. Aro's eyes scanned around the giant cavernous room, searching for Harry. He found him as he appeared in front of a small group of screaming wizards and tore his way through them; blood splattered against the wall and pooled on the floor around them. Harry did quick work through a group of twenty or so people before disappearing and reappearing into another group across the atrium.

Aro sighed annoyingly. "Get him. I don't care how. Just get him!" He watched as his coven rushed forward to attempt to capture the demonic vampire.

"Are you sure it's wise to let him live?" Marcus asked quietly as he watched from Aro's left.

Caius gave his input, "He's too dangerous. He's completely blood-berserker. You know that very well that blood-berserker do not come out of it."

Aro steepled his hands under his chin in thought as he watched the member of his coven fight with Harry. Spells were firing from a group of wizards on the side, trying to stop Harry as well. "Indeed. He's very powerful, we can't let anyone else have him. He's too valuable."

"Aro." Marcus looked surprised and firmly said, "I would not have for him to exist."

Caius nodded, "I agree. He must be put down."

Aro smirked as he tilted his head. Then the smile on his lip faded as he watched Jane fall, crumbling as Harry attacked her, ripping her head from her body. Then Harry shot a fireball toward Alec, turning him to crisp. One by one, the Volturi members fell. He shook his head, "You may be right."

Then Harry appeared right in front of them. His entire being dripping in dark crimson blood. They stared into his crimson eyes and realized there were no logical thoughts behind them. Harry's arm shot out, gripping Aro by the neck, and the next thing they realized, Aro crumbled to the floor, headless. Harry grasped the head, ripped it in half, and turned to Marcus, his mouth opened, and fire came roaring, engulfing the tall man.

Caius scrambled backward and turned to run, then fell face-down to the floor. He turned and saw his robe being snagged by the sharp claws. "No."

Harry smirked and grasped Caius' ankle and pulled him toward him. Caius opened his mouth to scream but was cut off as Harry slammed his hand onto Caius' chest. Then his skin bubbled as he was burned from inside out. His skin bubbled and then turned into ash as his body crumbled into ashes, mixing in the pool of blood.

Harry stood up and turned to the remaining crowd, and smirked. He raised his hands high, and an electric bolt sparkled between them. He brought down his hands, and the entire atrium filled with screams as electric shock filled the area. He chuckled as he watched the remaining people fall to the ground, burned to crisp.

He dropped his hands as silence filled the air. He inhaled; the scent of blood, filth, ashes, and smoke filled his nostrils. He tilted his head as he heard shuffling toward his left near the fountain.

He vanished and reappeared on top of the boulder, where he heard the shuffling sound. He looked down to see two men dressed in the Wizengamot purple robes. "Well, well, who do we have here?" He said mockingly. "Lord Padgett and Theodore Nott." His bloodied claws scraping against the stone as he grinned crazily.

"You really think you can outrun me?" Harry asked, his voice echoed through the wide-open space of the atrium of the Ministry of Magic.

"No, no, please!" Theodore Nott, the next in line to the Nott household, had sat in the Wizengamot in his father's place. Harry swiped at him, effectively cutting his throat, and blood gushed, staining down his front as his eyes stared up in shock.

"I never liked you anyway. You were an arse in school." Harry muttered and turned to the pale shell-shocked Lord Padgett, "and you." In half of an eye-blink, he pulled the older man by his collar and stood up, raising him to dangle several feet above the floor. "You hated the idea of me." Harry said as he stared into Lord Padgett's frightened face. "None of this would happen…" he twisted his hand to make Lord Padgett turn to view the entirety of the atrium before them. The stone statue that stood in the center was demolished, and chunks littered the floor. There were explosions scars across the tall windowed walls around them. Glass, marbles, broken office furniture littered the place. What made it more horrifying was the littered bodies everywhere; the floor had puddles of blood shining dark crimson. The stones and wall splattered with the same crimson.

Lord Padgett wept, tears and snot dripping down his face. He was shaking in Harry's grip. He whimpered as he spotted members of Wizengamots across the floor, eyes wide open, staring blankly. Several heads were detached from the bodies, some missing limbs torn apart. There was a couple of Aurors shred, entrails spilled out, lying in a pool of blood.

Harry chuckled as he smelled the foul scent of excrement and piss emanating from Lord Padgett and then scowled. "You're not good enough to drink from."

Lord Padgett whimpered and begged, "Please…."

Harry snarled and ripped into Lord Padgett's neck with his teeth and tore the man's neck apart before throwing him down, twitching before stilling. He spat the flesh that was in his mouth. "Disgusting."

Harry looked around, standing on top of the boulder that once was the top part of the fountain's statue. He supposed it was Merlin, but it was decapitated in the battle between himself and the Aurors. He inhaled the heavy scent of blood that permeated the air and glanced around, his sharp ears picking up several quick heartbeats.

He smirked and hopped down to the floor silently and stalked toward where he heard the heartbeats. His blood-soaked shoes made a quiet, squelching noise as he treaded through a thick pool of blood and entrails. He cracked his hands in claws as he approached another fallen chunk of wall that once was part of the office high up.

"Come out… come out, whoever you are." Harry sang softly as he approached the hunk of glass, metal, and concrete.

He paused as he heard shuffling. Then he smirked as a redhead popped up. "Harry… please don't do this." Ron said as he held his wand pointed at Harry. He was pale and shaking.

"Please, Harry." Hermione appeared behind Ron, her wand trained at Harry.

Harry snarled, "Why?"

Ron swallowed hard, "Look around you. You killed all of us. Please stop."

Harry glanced around disdainfully. Kingsley was ten feet away from him, and he was the first of the fatality. He turned his head, looking around impassively. Arthur laid beside his wife; both had been drained of blood. Then there were the Weasley twins, their limbs twisted in odd angles, their necks ripped open. Familiar faces of people Harry knew laid across the floor of the atrium.

Hermione sobbed, "Why?"

Harry turned his attention back to his oldest friend. No, she wasn't his friend anymore. They betrayed him. He tilted his head as he gazed with his bright crimson eyes. "They took Edward from me."

Ron inhaled sharply, his hand shaking as he held his wand. "You know it wasn't us. The Wizengamots decided he was to be put to death because of the law."

Harry growled softly, shifting his gaze to Ron. "Is that so? I felt his pain!" He screamed. "I felt him when he was burned! It was as if I burned too!"

Hermione sobbed. "Harry, please. I understand. But stop this. I beg you. Haven't you done enough?"

Harry was a blur, and two loud snaps echoed as Ron and Hermione were grasped in his claws around their necks, raised and dangling. He had broken their wands and lifted them up before they could blink.

Hermione grasped onto the bloodied hand gripping her neck. Tears streamed down her face as she looked down fearfully to Harry.

Ron scrabbled at the tight grip around his neck, choking out, "Ha-h-harr-y!"

Harry stared up at his two former best friends. "They were afraid I would become the next Dark Lord. But the joke is on them, they made me into a Dark Lord." He squeezed his hands tightly, watching as blood spurt from Hermione and Ron's mouth, nose, eyes, and ears. They couldn't scream because their windpipes were smashed, and they fell limp in his hands. Harry sneered as he threw them down and turned around, making his way across the atrium to the exit.

He came across his American family. Their heads were detached from their bodies, all of them silently staring up. he crouched down to the blond-haired head and swept the hair out of the lifeless eyes. "Keep him company for me. I'll come home once I am finished, Carlisle."

He stepped over several crimson cloaked figures and glanced down at the last one at the entrance. The pale face staring up, the head was torn from the body. The dark hair frames the handsome feature that was frozen forever in horror.

Harry snorted. They had tried to stop him too. He was too powerful for them, and not even the twin could reach him with their talents. The Volturi was no more.

The world will burn in his rage.

An:

Uh-oh.

It's not over yet.