Heart of Phobos, Spirit of Deimos: A Harry Potter Fanfiction
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its associated characters: all rights belong to JK Rowling. I do not own any crossover references used in the story: all rights belong to their original creators. I do own any OC spells explained at the end of a chapter.
Plot: Alpha Response: When the toad sent Dementors after Harry, even she had no idea how her insane act of blind arrogance was about to doom the world as we know it.
Challenge Information: DZ2's 'Alpha' Challenge: Every Creature/Race/Species has one true Creator; the First of their Kind whom all others either bow down to or die. People like to think this 'Alpha' is dead...but they're wrong!
Rules: All affinities are welcome
OP/Godlike Harry ONLY
When the story starts is up to you
At some point in the first chapter/chapters, Harry MUST go through a transformation into a Magical/Inhuman Creature/Race/Species
When his transformation is complete, Harry discovers he isn't just another Creature; he's the reincarnation of the FIRST of the Creature Race
As the First, Harry can create and even destroy/cure/reverse-transform others of his race
As the First, Harry CANNOT have any of the weaknesses of his race
As the First, Harry MUST have at least one power/ability that others of his race either don't have nowadays or became lost a LONG time ago
Harry's new looks/powers/emotions/personality MUST cause tension and even rifts between him and his friends/allies
All pairings are welcome
Guidelines: Crossovers
Immortal-Harry
Hybrid-Harry
Dark-Lord Harry
Harry isn't just AN Alpha, he's THE Alpha (First of ALL Magical Creatures/Monsters/Races etc.)
Harry takes humans as slaves/pets/food etc.
Harry sees humans as nothing more than his enemies/lessers/food source etc.
Tom offers Harry a position on his side
Harry makes Tom serve him
Slash
Harems
Harry/Multi
Harry's new form has a True Form that is absolutely NOT human
Somehow, Harry can speak to the spirit of the Original First
A prophecy speaks of the rebirth of the First
Because of his new Creature Status, Harry is expelled from Hogwarts
Because of his new Creature Status, Harry is arrested and sentenced to Azkaban
Forbidden: Weak Harry
Harry denying his newfound status/powers
Everyone accepting Harry's new power
Harry having any of the weaknesses of his race
Harry being exactly the same as others of his race (remember, he MUST have some power/ability/other that others don't)
Anyone convincing Harry to return to being human/normal/weak
Other than that, it's up to you…
Author's Note: So, as much as I'm currently enjoying the roll I'm on with my work, it seems new ideas continue to crop up and haunt me until I cave and breathe new life into them. Here is one such example and, well, apart from the usual, what else is there to say?
So, enjoy and, as always, if you don't like it, don't read it.
Dedication: I'd like to dedicate this story to my faithful fans, who continue to support and enjoy my work: my recommended reads are Dark Lord Potter, Damaged Raven and Apex by JustBored21, Lord of Caer Azkaban by Rorschach's Blot, Earl of the North and Delenda Est by Lord Silvere, Eldritch Blood, Yield to the Darkness, On the Delights of Drinking Blood and Lord of the Red Land by Quatermass, Never Cross a Potter by Kourtney Uzu Yato, Dark Prince Rises by Ronin216, The Boy With No Name by DarkQuartz, True Prisoner of Azkaban by Kage James, Do Not Meddle In The Affairs Of Wizards by Corwalch and Birth of a Nightmare Man, The Nightmare Man and The Nightmare Man's Journey by Tiro
Key Pairing: Harry/Bellatrix
Other Pairings: To be determined
Normal Speech
'Thoughts'
'Mind Speech'
/Parseltongue/
Chapter 1: The Heart of Darkness
"Dudley…run…"
"Not Harry, please, not Harry…"
"No…where…wand…damn you, Dudley…no…not like this…not like this…"
"Dear Merlin…he's alive!"
"Tough; you heard the boss…we send him to Azkaban where liars like him belong…"
"Snap his wand, just so we're sure he's lost…"
Phobos-Deimos
Something…was different.
That was the first thing Harry was aware of, even as he was led, bound, chained and silenced, in through the large, black doors that welcomed the dead, damned and desperate to the halls of Azkaban Prison. Around the island, the storm raged, churning up the seas in a frothy maelstrom of chaos that hammered against the island in a tempestuous fury while, as Harry was led in through the doors by the Aurors accompanying him, there was a flicker of recognition that danced in Harry's eyes as he set foot on the island prison's grounds.
With that one step, something different took a-hold of Harry; something that reached deep down into his heart, turning it colder than cold, while seemingly freezing the blood in his veins, turning every drop into rivers of crystalline crimson that seemed to take away the need for blood. At the same time, the usual cold, dread-inducing sensations that seemed to greet Harry whenever the Dementors were around seemed to have vanished, only to be replaced by something else, which, like the first feeling, could only be described in one word.
Different.
And not a bad, I-want-to-die kind of different either, but a good, welcoming, even nurturing different, which, even as the Aurors shoved him into one of the halls lined by the cells of fellow prisoners, only grew stronger inside of Harry.
Nurtured by this strength, in a way that, oddly, he found himself comparing to the nourishment of a mother nursing her young, Harry drew himself to his full height, even as the Auror on guard lifted the Silencing Charm on him. "Well, traitor: anything to say before we start the fun?"
"Yes."
Had the Aurors not felt so smug by their apparent victory over the Boy-Who-Lied – as the Prophet had dubbed Harry lately – they might have noticed the ice-cold, serpentine-esque tone of voice that Harry used when he answered the Auror's question.
They might have also noticed how, as they'd led him to his cell, the Dementor that had accompanied the Auror, undoubtedly so the fun could begin, suddenly shrank back, putting some distance between Harry and the dark-hooded creature, while the Aurors laughed among themselves as the one nearest Harry sneered at him.
"Oh yeah: and what's that then, you pathetic half-blood freak?"
"Come closer and I'll tell you."
Sneering at the way Harry seemed to be inviting them to get up close and personal with the young teenager, the Auror leaned in close, his smile both sickening and humoured as he asked, "Yeah?"
"Closer…trust me, you won't want to miss these famous last words."
Even the Auror's comrades moved closer, each one of them now so close to Harry that he could feel their breaths against his skin, while, at the same time, none of the Aurors noticed the Dementor on patrol moving further away from Harry, its rattling breath of a voice letting out an almost-indistinguishable sound that, to the horror of anyone who might have heard it, could only be described in one word.
Laughter.
The Dementor was laughing, watching as the humans before it swarmed around the youngest among them, even as the lead Auror asked, "Yeah? Come on then, you lying little freak; what's your last words, famous Harry Potter?"
In response, Harry lifted his head before he looked to the Auror who'd continued to insult and belittle him before, clearing his throat, as though for added emphasis, the Boy-Who-Lived, Triwizard Champion, Saviour-turned-Traitor-and-Liar of the Magical World and, according to the sheep, the murderer of Cedric Diggory gave his last words.
Just two little words.
"I'm hungry."
Then the screaming started as Darkness consumed the Aurors.
Literally.
Where Harry had been standing just a few seconds before, there was now a writing, almost-living mass of shadows, ice-cold energy and darkest nightmares made flesh, all of which moved with the speed of Darkness – which was twice the speed of Light – as it swarmed around the Aurors, filling the corridors with their ear-piercing screams and terrified exclamations. Some of them tried to fire off Killing Curses at the dark matter, but the strange new presence seemed to do nothing more than assimilate their magical energy before it lunged at the offending Auror like an Obscurus attacking anything and everything in its path.
As for the Auror who'd called Harry a freak, he was left stewing in his own juices before, deciding his life was more-important than the oafs who'd obviously failed to make sure the freak wasn't a threat, he turned and ran.
He barely got three steps away before the Darkness reached out, wrapping a 'tentacle' of black matter around the Auror as it pulled him back towards the mass; as the Auror screamed and cursed, continuously firing off spells as though he believed his magic was powerful enough to do what his colleagues hadn't, the Darkness swallowed him up with a sickening, gut-churning crunching sound.
Even-more horrifying was how, as the Auror was devoured by the Darkness, not so much as a scrap of bone, much less a drop of blood, escaped the dark mass as it feasted on its prey. Once the last Auror had been consumed, the Darkness reared up like a giant serpent before, slowly but surely, the Darkness started to coalesce, once again growing arms, legs, a chest, a pale, now-exposed stomach, as well as a pale-skinned neck and head, which was topped by wild, raven-black hair that seemed to blow in a perpetual wind, giving the impression of black flames dancing atop the youth's head like a crown of shadows.
Finally, the pale young man snapped his eyes open, revealing two jet-black orbs with icy, mercurial-silver irises that shone with cold indifference and a level of power far above and beyond anything that might have been called human, much less normal for a wizard like him.
As the last of his darkened power reassembled into his more-humane appearance, fifteen-year-old Harry James Potter smiled coldly before running his hand over his abdomen, which, through some newfound ability of his, seemed to have become well-toned and even athletic in appearance.
At that particular moment, however, Harry was only concerned with one thing.
"Thank you for the meal, gentlemen: I can't remember the last time I fed so well."
With that, Harry turned to face the Dementor, who'd seemed content to stand there – or rather, hover there – watching him as he'd feasted on the humans who'd been foolish and naïve enough to get so close.
As Harry cocked an eyebrow at the Dementor, however, as though wondering what it was thinking or if it was going to try and attack him, his curiosity turned into cold, indifferent amusement when he saw the Dementor bow to him, its shadow form now nothing more than a black robed mass at his feet, before an icy-cold, inhumanly-evil, if not maliciously-ravenous voice growled at Harry.
'Father…'
Yikes, talk about a scary start and an equally-alarming series of horrifying events that leave us wondering: what in the name of Magic happened to make Harry into…whatever that was?
Also, why in the name of all that is sane is a Dementor calling Harry its…Father?
Keep Reading to Find Out
Next Chapter: The new and improved Harry Potter seeks to make absolutely certain nothing and nobody will keep him weak anymore, especially not since he seems to have gained a new title to go with the other BS in his life. However, for once, it's a title he rather likes;
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AN: Portrayal
Voice of the Dementor: Tom Hardy
(The voice of Venom just runs through my mind when thinking about the Dementor's voice: weird? Maybe; do I care? Nah…)