Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction based on the Harry Potter Universe. All recognisable characters, plots, and settings are the exclusive property of Joanne Kathleen Rowling. I make no claims to ownership, nor am I making any profit. And that includes no donations for early chapters or shit like that. All my works are completely free.

Type:- Self-Insert OC Fanfic.

Genre:- Tragic Love Story involving Time Travel.

Pairings- Ares Alexander Potter/Daphne Greengrass. Haven't decided on the others yet.

Author's Notes: To be frank, I've completely fucked up canon. Forget it.

Warning:-And this story mentions every possible dark thing that can be done in fanfiction. This involves cursing, blood, gore, depression, torture and mentions of sexual situations. NO LEMONS, HOWEVER. This sentence is bold, underlined and italicized. So I can't be blamed if you don't read the warning. So please don't read this story if you're sensitive.

This story has no beta since I wanted to try it on my own and secondly, my editors are underage.

So it's all me and my mediocre abilities. I would, however, welcome if someone wants to offer their service. Contact me on Discord or FFN. I could use the extra help :)

Tales of a Dying Heart

by

Ares Alexander Peverell

Prologue

Ten years ago, if someone had told me that I'd become a Dark Lord, I would've laughed in their face until I cried. However, here I am, going to kill the very teachers that taught me. It's certainly irony at its finest.

You still haven't recognized me yet? How droll of you.

I'm Ares Alexander Potter, son of James Charlus Potter and Lily Jasmine Evans. Twin to Hadrian James Potter, the boy who lived himself.

My claim to fame is innumerable. Some are tremendous, some hardly significant in the grand scheme of things. And the remaining you ask? They're rather infamous.

So let's tell you a little story. Why little you think? Cause it's an idealistic story that resembles a fairy-tale.

There was once an orphan who lived in a dreadful orphanage. However, he was special then the rest. You see, the boy was a wizard. Yes, I'm not joking. Magic exists and it is real.

However, the boy did not know this at that time. He could make things move, start fires and read minds.

He used these abilities to survive in the orphanage. Honestly, it was not bad for him since he always managed to escape trouble.

It's said that the cruelty of children can be truly terrifying.

Growing as a freak and labelled as a devil did no favours to the child. The problem was, he did not know what was happening nor did he had any modicum of control over it. He grew up unloved and neglected, his abilities being the only salvation to his existence.

One day, a miracle happened. On his eleventh birthday, he received a visitor. A greasy-haired man who looked as if he would be anywhere but near him. Yet for our dear protagonist, he could've very well been the most beautiful man in the world.

Suddenly, all the instances started making sense. He was a wizard and a wonderful new world had opened for him. HE WAS A WIZARD. And he could do magic and would be soon admitting the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Contrary to everyone's belief, it was not all rainbows and sunshine from there. He came to know that a Dark Lord had killed his parents. The biggest news was yet to arrive. He had a twin brother who was accredited with the defeat of his parents' murder and being the lone survivor of the Killing Curse.

Ares knew one thing. He hated Dark Lords with a passion. Ironic right? Yup, it is.

Fast-forwarding a bit, here he was sitting on the Hogwarts Express when the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his life entered his compartment. Ares was just awestruck at the way she carried herself, like a regal princess. Her sapphire-blue eyes were like a source of light to his ship lost in a raging tempest. Her honey-blonde hair like snowfall in the middle of summer.

"May I sit here," she requested, her sweet voice drawing him like a moth to a flame, snapping him out of his musings.

"Ye- Yes, Please ha-have a seat," Ares mumbled awkwardly, internally wincing for sounding so pathetic in front of her."

"I'm Daphne Greengrass," she introduced herself, offering her hand to him.

"I'm Ares. Ares Potter," he took the hand, brushing it to his lips.

Ah! Sweet childhood love. Something that never truly leaves us no matter how much we try. Poor Ares didn't know that he had fallen in love.

"Greengrass Daphne "

"SLYTHERIN"

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"Potter Ares"

"SLYTHERIN"

"Potter Harry"

"GRYFFINDOR"

Slytherin was not kind to him. Yet he persevered. Managing to shine despite all the struggles. He even managed to form a brotherly relation with his brother Harry, who was very nice.

By the end of the year, he came face to face with the murderer of his parents. The man, Lord Voldemort had somehow managed to survive and he and his brother had managed to fight him to a standstill before Dumbledore had arrived and he had escaped.

The second-year wasn't better. People were getting petrified left and right and his brother was being blamed for being the Heir of Slytherin. Ares hated the Parselmouth ability that gave him a connection to that monster. He even tried scanning the minds of everyone around him but got no results. However, he now had two more friends in Blaise Zabini and Tracey Davis, who was the best friend of Daphne.

Around the same time as Dumbledore was captured, Tracey and another girl named Ginny Weasley were taken into the chamber. He had to enter the chamber along with his brother, Ron Weasley and Gilderoy Lockhart. Now, Ares was smart enough to realize that the man was a fraud since his fear was almost palpable to a mind-reader like him.

In the end, they had barely managed to survive the basilisk and person behind all the petrifications. However, their conversations had revealed a lot of

His third year had been similarly chaotic. A mass murderer named Sirius Black had escaped from Azkaban. Fearing his own and his brother's safety, he had turned to the only option possible.

If your guess was the Mind Arts, then give yourself a clap on your back since you're correct.

His forays into frowned upon magic soon turned into studying the Dark Arts. With his prodigious ability in the former, he never had trouble in the latter. He progressed in the subject faster than he did his coursework.

However, all of them was for nought since Sirius Black was innocent. And he was his godfather who had been wrongly imprisoned.

Ares' fourth year was even disastrous. From being entered into an illegal tournament along with his brother to getting the first-class ticket resurrection to Voldemort's resurrection, it was not a pleasant feeling.

And did I forget to tell you that Voldemort murdered Cedric Diggory? My bad there.

His semblance of the family came to an end when Sirius got killed in the ministry fight, The last traces of a family, DEAD. It was the first time he had killed somebody. The words Avada Kedavra were like music to his ears as the green light struck Antonin Dolohov.

After that, it all spiralled down. A prophecy dictating his life. Even funnier was that it didn't even mention him at all.

He spiralled down into dangerous magicks, becoming a killing machine for the Death Eaters. His only semblance of balance being the love of his life, Daphne Greengrass. She was his balance, his redemption and his salvation.

LOVE is a weakness. However, it's up to us to choose our own vulnerabilities.

Three years, countless deaths, the blood of innocents shed and my brother surviving another Killing Curse. We finally won the battle.

But another war was yet on the horizon. And I would be the one to wage it.

Within three months, Daphne Greengrass became Daphne Potter. I couldn't be happier. Had a wonderful wedding and a great married life awaited us.

What awaited me were death and destruction. A tempest of pure carnage with me in its eye. Whether it controlled me, or I controlled it, I know not.

The day I buried Daphne Greengrass was the day I made a promise. Among the innumerable dead bodies near me, mourning and sending their prayers who to those beyond the veil.

I buried her alone. No shoulder to cry on. No soul to offer me comfort.

"Are you okay, Milord?" asked Blaise Zabini, his brows frowning in concern.

"Fine. Just remembering something. And I've told you not to call me Milord," Ares spoke in a wheezy voice, sounding as if he hadn't used it in a long time.

"Of what?" came the question.

"Of what we're fighting for," came the answer, voice laced in steel. There was something so inherently dangerous about his lord's voice that he couldn't help but shiver. The black eyes turning red didn't help either. And he asked him to not call him milord. The aura around him flared, making Blaise all but want to bow and bask in that deadly magic.

I became a Dark Lord.

We all will die when the blood moon will rise in the sky

The tides will cover the heavens as the sun will drown the sky

I'll stand on Everest and watch it happen

As the planets shine in red light and continents fall and rise

It would be sad indeed to watch the world overturn

But the paradise will fall as the hell will rise

I fear that maybe we won't unite

Cause I'll burn in hell while you sadly watch me from paradise

-Ares on Daphne's second memorial

Thanks for reading this prologue. I am trying to fix it in my schedule but I'm not sure where it can be added. I wanted to go all out and stretch my creativity since I e Dark fanfictions. I am aiming for at least two chapters a month, but maybe I'll find a schedule. I basically suck at getting all fluffy and lovey-dovey. So this was a quick backstory. There are certain missing elements and they would be added at the appropriate moments of the plot.

Do comment and tell me how was the prologue and what are your expectations with this story.

I have two other fics. Sortes Qui Facit and Dulce Periculum. If you like this one, make sure to at least read their summary. I'll hope you like them.

I have a Discord server where I post contents that are relevant to the SQFverse, and I'd appreciate you there. The community also has several fellow writers and if you're interested in writing, that's the place you can get all the guidance and the start you need.

Discord Link- /6ngeKHXktN

You're all welcome to Thestral Manor. Our server is a lot more open-minded than most others, along with having several other writers. I also post a lot of spell and story aspects that are not feasible here. I'd love to see you there. :)

Thanking you,

Yours sincerely,

Ares Alexander Peverell.