Harry Potter: Peverell Prime: 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: Potter Prime Response: They betrayed him, abandoned him, locked him up and decided he was no longer useful to them. However, they were still useful to him and now, he will show them how thankful he is for their usefulness.
Challenge Information: DZ2's 'Potter Prime' Challenge: For years, Harry was told he was weak, pathetic and good for nothing, except dying or being a symbol for a world full of hypocrites. However, when said world is introduced to Harry, it comes with a very surprising new talent: one that they may call Dark, but Harry calls the way to ensure he is NEVER weak again.
Rules: Dark or Evil Harry
Super or OP Harry ONLY
When the story starts is up to you
The new 'talent' Harry discovers is the ability to absorb magic/magical energy, making him stronger and more powerful
For once, the Magical World MUST be right to call this a Dark Power, but Harry doesn't care
What effects taking in so much magic has on Harry physically/mentally/emotionally is up to you
There MUST be one 'friend' of Harry's who tries to stop him, only to be completely drained of their magic for betraying him
To fully test his new power, Harry MUST drain the magic/energy from the blood wards surrounding Privet Drive
All pairings are welcome
Guidelines: Crossovers
Snapped/Insane Harry
Dark-Lord Harry
This is the TRUE power of the Master of Death
Creature-Harry - the ability is a trait of a seemingly long-forgotten/extinct magical race
Instead of simply draining magic to make himself stronger, Harry actually hungers for magic, like vampires hunger for blood and so his absorbing is actually feeding on someone/something's magic
Any whom Harry drains become mindless ghouls/slaves whose only desire is to serve their Master
Somehow, Harry can make others have his power, but when they absorb magic, they actually strengthen him and not themselves
Harry can drain the magic from Creature Races/Magical Beasts/Creatures as well as Witches and Wizards
Harry can drain the practically-non-existent magic within Squibs
At his zenith, Harry takes on a new mantle/title to signify his ascension to greatness
At full power, Harry can defy any/all laws of magic and do things others would call impossible (e.g. raise the dead, make himself immortal, etc.)
With his overwhelming power banks, Harry discovers he can give magic to Muggles/Squibs (for what purpose is up to you)
Slash
Harems
Harry/Multi
A prophecy speaks of the return of this Forbidden Power
As well as Privet Drive's blood wards, Harry drains the magic from wards around other buildings/areas
Instead of reviving Voldemort, the ritual actually reverses, feeding Harry ALL Voldemort's power
At least once, Harry drains a Horcrux
Voldemort agrees to serve Harry
The power is hereditary
Some witches, wizards and/or magical races see Harry as some sort of Dark God
Forbidden: Light or Grey Harry
Weak Harry
Harry forsaking this new power
At least one traitor to his cause NOT being punished by having their magic drained
Harry NOT draining the power of the blood wards
The ability just being Dark because Britain says so (the whole WORLD knows its a Dark/Forbidden Magic)
Harry siding with Voldemort
Anyone convincing Harry to give up using his new power
Other than that, it's up to you…
Author's Note: So, this story, as well as the challenge associated with it, came from Marvel's What If? Series and, well, let's just say my dark juices were seriously flowing when I came up with this idea.
As a friend of mine said to me about said idea: it's definitely brown trousers time.
So, let the madness begin.
And, as always, if you don't like it, don't read it.
Dedication: I'd like to dedicate this story to my friends Quatermass and nagiten for their kind words and support in my dark times: my recommended reads are You're the Son of Legends, Harry! Yield to the Darkness and Eldritch Blood by Quatermass, Harry Potter: Lord of Darkness by AngelSlayer135, Worthy of Magic by Sage Ra, Kill me if you can by PercyPendragon3, Do Not Meddle In The Affairs Of Wizards by Corwalch, Path to Power by sirius009, Dark Lord Potter by JustBored21, The Downward Spiral Saga – Harry Potter and the Homecoming, Harry Potter and Salazar's Legacy, Harry Potter and the Year of Broken Chains, Harry Potter and the Return of the Lost, Harry Potter and the Dirge of Hope and Harry Potter and the End of War – by BolshevikMuppet99, Circular Reasoning by Swimdraconian, Harry's Madness by SilverLocke980, The Purge by Redbayly and Inevitable by Raging Smurf
Key Pairing: Harry/Luna
Other Pairings: To be determined
Normal Speech
'Thoughts'
'Mind Speech'
/Parseltongue/
Chapter 1: Gotcha!
They were coming.
He could feel their presence, even before he heard the footsteps echoing down the dark, dank corridor, accompanied by low murmurs and whispers that he didn't really pay much attention to.
Not when he had so much more on his mind.
So, instead, he just sat there, legs crossed, eyes closed, hands resting on his lap as he focused on his breathing, only years of practice keeping his face straight as he heard them drawing closer. At the same time, his smile threatened to reveal itself when he sensed something among his visitors; something that, if he was being honest, he hadn't expected to sense, but, given how deep he knew the knife of treachery went, he wasn't all that surprised to feel it either.
Besides, surprising though it was, it would only serve his wishes once he was done with it.
As he continued breathing, he heard a lock click in the door before the footsteps moved in to join him, earning a soft sigh from the young man as he scoffed softly before he addressed his visitor.
"Minister…welcome…or should that be…congratulations?"
"Prisoner 317…"
"Oh, come now," argued the prisoner, opening his eyes, revealing two intensely-cold emerald-green eyes that looked up at the head of brown hair that, to his disbelief, also had an almost-fully-grown bump sticking out of its owner's belly. As brown eyes met green ones, he saw anger and even pain cross the brunette's face before he addressed it…her again.
"Surely those seven years' worth of so-called friendship and our time together meant enough that even the noble Minister of Magic can use my name one more time, right…Hermione?"
Twenty-seven-year-old Hermione Granger, recently-elected the Minister for Magic of Great Britain and Ireland, flinched violently as she heard the prisoner use her name, even as said prisoner sneered before he nodded to the bump on her belly.
"Just please tell me you didn't actually let that Judas Iscariot wannabe put his seed in your belly, Hermione. Please tell me you offered that right to someone like Draco, or Krum, or even George or Cormac. Please say that thing growing inside of you is not the offspring of Ronald Bilius Weasley; please, Hermione!"
"Oscausi!"
As he felt his lips being sewn together by the spell, the prisoner snorted through his nostrils, even as Hermione pushed on, her bossy tone and sense of self-importance not really something he had missed, let alone how quickly, but clearly, she spoke as she addressed him.
"Prisoner 31780, for the crimes of mass murder, aiding and abetting known criminals, harbouring fugitives from justice, treason against the Ministry, attempted destruction of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, constant use of Dark Magic on minors and other students, as well as being in possession of a Class X Dark Artefact, rebelling against the Ministry, attempted injustices that threatened relations with the Goblin Nation, as well as other crimes to follow, including the murder of former Chief Warlock Albus Dumbledore, and former Hogwarts Headmaster, Severus Snape, as Minister for Magic, I, Hermione Jane Granger-Weasley, hereby sentence you to death. Your sentence shall be carried out by the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, as well as the new Headmistress of Hogwarts…and may Merlin have mercy on your soul."
As the prisoner breathed deeply, keeping his eyes on Hermione all the way through her tirade, the brunette leaned in very close before she sneered at him as she whispered in his ear. "And don't worry: nobody will ever know that your bastard was related to such pathetic magic, Harry Potter."
"Getting your last licks in, love?" asked another voice, which Harry could only hate as much as he loathed the woman in front of him.
When he saw the two heads of red hair join the Minister in his cell, however, one of them wearing the robes and crested lapel of the Director of the DMLE – the sight of which made Harry wonder how fucked up the Ministry had to be after ten years to let Ronald Weasley be the aforementioned director – the emerald-eyed scion scoffed when he saw not only his former best mate and brother-in-all-but-blood, but also the biggest slapper this side of prostitution, as was evident by the bump she had in her belly too.
However, when he saw the young boy with his raven-black hair and her eyes look to him with a mixture of shock and rage, Harry felt a soft, sly chuckle escape him, while he also hummed with a mixture of liking and self-victory as he looked to Hermione, who seemed both confused and alarmed by how smug Harry looked.
"What…what's so funny? You…you're going to die, Potter, and this time, nobody will save you, least of all a fluke that we planned for anyway."
"Hmm," replied Harry, unable to say much else thanks to his lips being sewn together, while he went on, "Mmm-hmm-mmm-hmmm-hmmm-mmm, mmm-hmmmm-hmmm-mmm-mmmph."
"I believe the accused is entitled to his last words, Minister," argued Ginevra Weasley, earning a scoff from her dim-witted brother.
"Sounds like he just gave them."
"Rules are rules, Ronald," said Hermione, though she clenched her teeth together when she said it, even as she drew a wand from her robe before she aimed it at Harry.
Once his lips were free, Harry chuckled darkly as he drawled, "Thank you, Minister."
"Well, protocols must be observed…"
"Oh, I'm not thanking you for that," argued Harry, earning a shocked look from Hermione, while Harry drew himself up as he went on, "I'm thanking you for making things much easier with the presence of my illegitimate spawn, whom, I must confess, I don't even remember popping my cherry to put in your belly, Ginevra. So, unless somebody pulled a Lockhart on me, or had me use a Time Turner under the Imperius to make this happen, I have to question his paternity…what's his name?"
"Albus Severus Potter," replied Ginevra, earning a look from the boy that could only have been described as homage, if not pride, while Ginny scoffed as she asked, "And if you actually think I'm going to touch you, Potter, after what you did to my family, you're delusional. Fortunately, getting someone else's DNA is pretty easy when your sister-in-law is the brightest witch of her age…and you practically drooled over her like the desperate masturbator you were in that tent. Thanks for the samples, Hermione."
"And thank you for filling in the blank, slut!" spat Harry, before he looked not to the furious Ginny, but the boy with her as he asked, "Albus Severus Potter, eh? You know, for a family that hates Slytherins as much as I hate…well, you three, I gotta say; I'm disappointed in you for giving a kid the initials that spell out a snake's name."
"You what?"
"A-S-P, spells Asp, Won-Won," laughed Harry, indicating Hermione as he asked, "What? Did you literally shag your brains out when Lavender was lusting over you? Of course, we all know what happened to her, don't we? You know, I remember Fenrir telling me how she tasted like chicken when he gobbled up sweet, delicate little red riding hood. Did you know he raped her too before he ate her?"
"You bastard!"
"No…that's him," said Harry, indicating the child once more before he chuckled darkly as he added, "But, like I said, thank you for making this so easy, Minister…then again, you and the oaf and the slapper always did prefer the easy way out, didn't you? After all, that's how you managed to deal with the ones loyal to me when you decided I was done being the Chosen One."
"Loony got everything she deserved, the bitch!" snapped Hermione, earning a scoff from Harry.
"Oh, Hermione…I wonder; does it actually hurt when Ron tries to sheathe his wand where no-one else would go? I bet it does; my Luna-girl always was the creative type, wasn't she?"
"Just kill the freak, already!" snapped Ron, earning a cold laugh from Harry as he straightened up, rising from his cot as he stared down the three magic users, all of whom suddenly backed away from him, as though he was Voldemort-incarnate.
"Oh, Won-Won; you of all people should remember…I hate that word!"
"Sectumsempra!"
As Hermione cast the curse, however, her eyes widened suddenly when, instead of bleeding out in front of them, Harry seemed to deflect the magic in the curse with a mere shrug of his shoulders, bouncing it off of his left shoulder as though he was shrugging off a fly or bouncing a ball.
"What?"
"Here, let me try: Avada Kedavra!"
Green sparks flew from Ron's wand…but that was all that flew from the wand, much to the redhead's alarm, earning a sigh from Harry.
"So, are you actually going to kill me or are you going to stand there trying to find your dick again, Ronniekins?"
"Avada Kedavra, Sectumsempra, Incendio, Fiendfyre, Diffindo, Reducto!"
No matter what spells the wizards tried to shoot at Harry, they just deflected off of him as though they were nothing more than annoyances.
A little like the wizards themselves, really.
Harry, meanwhile, looked not to the grownups, but the boy next to Ginny as he asked, "Why, Asp, are you okay? You're looking a bit peaky as the Chief Slut used to say to your Not-Daddy."
"Don't you…" Ginny began, but before she could finish, a scream of terror tore out of her as she heard a thud coming from next to her; turning to the source, she saw Albus Severus Potter lying on the floor, gasping for breath, his skin paler than pale could go while his eyes seemed to be glazing over as he tried and failed to reach out to his Mummy.
"ALBUS!" Cried Ginny, falling to her knees as she held her son in her arms, "What's wrong, sweetie? Are you okay? Is it something you ate? What…if…who…I…no…come on, my beautiful boy, talk to Mummy! Come on, let me hear you talking to Mummy: please talk to Mummy!"
"Isn't Line Theft a funny thing, scarlet woman?"
As soon as Ginny heard that, she let out a scream as she rose to her feet, her wand in hand as she rounded on Harry…
Only to fall down again as the Mother and Father of all pains struck her stomach; as Ron went to help his sister, he too cried out as his body became racked with pain, as did Hermione, who also fell to her knees, clutching her stomach. At the same time, both pregnant females let out matching screams of terror as they saw blood pooling around their legs, while the burning, tearing pains in their wombs grew in force.
And, all the while, Harry James Potter, once the Chosen One and a hero to the masses, now a far worse Dark Lord than Voldemort could have ever been – according to the narrow minds of those who'd sold him up the river – just stood there, breathing deeply while he chuckled mercilessly as he looked down at the three magic users beneath him.
"Did none of you even find it a little strange that Azkaban was as quiet as the grave, despite all the people you've had sent here over the past ten years for trying to go against your decision to make me Public Enemy Number One?"
"But…you…you were…bound…your wand…snapped…"
As Hermione tried to make sense of this, Harry laughed coldly as he bent down, his green eyes now filling her brown ones with a glow that was so very similar to the curse that had made him famous so many years ago as he clutched her chin in one hand.
"You always were a stupid little girl, Granger…you snapped my wand, meaning the wand I acquired after I decided to end the Peverell Family Curse and break the Elder Wand into pieces. But, tell me, if I broke the wand, who could've possibly defeated me to keep from me that which was already mine, hmm?"
"But…your magic…your core…you…you screamed…you begged…you pleaded…"
"For a time," said Harry, tapping Hermione on her nose as he laughed, "And then, when I turned eighteen…oh…the power I discovered; power I have spent the past nine years, give or take, harnessing and focusing, with a little help from Azkaban and all my faithful supporters, each one of whom was very willing to sacrifice themselves to help me compared to having to live in the same world as freaks like you! I've got to say, Granger; you might as well have thrown a bloody cow to a hungry dragon with how well and quickly they fed my new power."
"No…it…it isn't…it's not…possible…"
"Oh, but it is," said Harry, indicating the now-dead body of Albus Severus Potter as he explained, "And I made sure to start with him: you see, Granger, my power not only takes in all the power from a wizard or witch or some other magical being. It also lets me draw it in from any nearby source of magic…like, say, a naïve little nine-year-old who thought he was coming here to be freed from his Daddy…well…"
Here, Harry mockingly rubbed his own stomach as he laughed, "Now he's come back to Daddy…just like the little freak in the slut's guts, and in yours too. I even decided to be merciful to Judas there and spared him the pain of knowing he got his sister and kiddies killed, not that his magic's anything to write home about, mind you. Even so, all that magic, all that potential, all that power…and it's all thanks to you and your naivety of how magic really works, Minister…so, again, I must thank you."
"You…you…monster!"
As Harry sneered in response, he turned to Ginny, who was now sobbing profusely as she clutched both her dead son and her bleeding stomach, before he craned his neck as he looked down at her.
"You should have realised, Ginevra; you were always mine…that's why they call them Life Debts, you stupid little bitch. But don't worry, because if you take one comfort into the next life, it's that, by the time I'm done with you, you won't have to suffer this pain again."
"A-A-A-A-Again?"
"Oh yes," said Harry, looking back to Hermione with a mocking smile as he laughed, "You see, apart from surviving and maintaining my impressive levels of magical power, I've also had another objective with my new gift…namely making sure you are the ones who lose while I rise higher than ever before. And, to make damn certain of that, I plan on finding the only one who would never betray me and making certain she shares in my desire to make you bastards pay…"
"But…but T…T…Time Travel…is…is…is forbidden…"
"Not when you're a God!"
As Hermione's vision started to cloud over, the last thing she would ever see, in this lifetime, was Harry's body glowing with a familiar golden light, which seemed to revolve around him as he manipulated it over and over again, turning it in his hands as easily as she had turned the Time Turner so many years earlier.
"Now…let's see…where can I make the most trouble for you bunch of jackals? No, not there…not there…here? Maybe…nah, I need somewhere I can have fun…somewhere I can be free of you mongrels…somewhere I can make myself greater, but where? Let...me…see…ah-ha! Gotcha!"
"H…H…Harry…please…"
"Oh, Granger, I've waited years to say this," scoffed Harry, thrusting his arms out to the sides, which caused the golden magic enveloping him to flare out, creating an aura that slowly started to disintegrate Harry's body into nothingness, working his will at the same time.
Though not before he glared at Hermione with a sinister smile and a cold, deathly glare.
"Will you please shut the fuck up for five seconds? You're giving me such a headache! Ciao…"
Then, in a flash of golden-coloured magical lightning, Harry Potter vanished.
Leaving only four dead bodies in his wake, all of whom went to their Maker with the same thoughts echoing through three of their minds;
'What have we done?'
Wow, talk about a truly-terrifying beginning: in the darkness of Magic's Hell, Harry has found power, but now he's used it, what will he do, not only with this power, but all who stood in his way?
Also, will the second time around be even half as much fun with this new power and a goal to get his one, true devotee on his side?
Keep Reading to Find Out
Next Chapter: The Worst Dark Lord in History awakens with one goal: to make absolutely certain history does not repeat itself; fortunately, he's brought a sleeping dragon back with him…and it's been tickled into insanity;
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