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. It's 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.
Warning:-And this story mentions every possible dark thing that can be done in fanfiction. This involves 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 it 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
Chapter 1: The Tale You Know
"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 Ares 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.
The Greengrass Massacre
By
Lavender Brown
Dear witches and wizards. I'm terribly sad to announce that a terrible fate has befallen all of us. The celebrations of the wedding of Draco Malfoy, heir to the Malfoy fortune and Astoria Greengrass had hosted some three hundred guests.
A group of wizards with malicious intentions attacked the wedding celebrations, killing more than a hundred and fifteen guests present. Among the dead were twenty-three children, twenty-two pregnant women along with another seventy dead men and women.
However, the killings didn't stop there. With special intelligence, a battalion of sixty-five Aurors was dispatched to ensure that such a misdeed could be stopped. However, when the Aurors reached there, they were brutally attacked by the same said attackers. Our brave men and women fought with valour and courage. But I'm sad to announce that the entire battalion was brutally murdered. Perhaps the word 'murder' itself would be an insult to those brave young and women. They were slaughtered like pigs. Almost all of the bodies are unrecognizable. It was carnage incarnate.
I'm sad to announce that a new Dark Lord has risen again. His first action alone has killed notable celebrities such as Narcissa Malfoy nee Black, Tracey Zabini and Daphne Potter nee Greengrass, the wife of Ares Potter and twin of The-man-who-conquered. Ares Potter himself was not available to comment and has not been seen for several days. Our team hopes that our war hero overcomes these dark times and may find some semblance of peace and stability in his life.
The escapees have told the story of the trio of ladies who prioritized the safety of the guests over their own. Their sacrifice was the only reason that anyone survived the attack at all. Even the special forces have no success regarding the man who killed those civilians. Yet, it has been confirmed that the entire battalion was murdered by a single person.
An Order of Merlin, First class has been awarded posthumously to these brave ladies. May their souls rest in peace beyond the veil along with all the innocent lives that were lost. The auror investigation has to lead to no result and the true story will likely remain a mystery.
A manhunt has been announced and the auror force is being gathered to check the upcoming dark lord. Kingsley Shacklebolt, Minister of Magic stated that he won't allow another Dark Lord to rise unchecked. If such disturbing and dangerous elements of society want to gain power, they'll be dealt with in a similar manner.
For more information on the life of Daphne Potter nee Greengrass and Ares, turn to page 3
For more information on the life of Tracey Zabini, turn to page 4
For more information on Greengrass and Potter family, turn to page 5
For more information on Minister Shacklebolt's speech, turn to page 7
For more information on the case reports, turn to page 13
For more information on the history of the Order of Merlin, turn to page 13
[Malfoy Manor]
[2 months later]
"Wh- why have you come here," Draco asked, raising his wand and standing in front of his father in a protective stance.
"Have you come to kill us too, Mr Potter?" asked Lucius softly, not raising his wand to defend himself. "It looks like you've had quite an experience." The blonde man simply broke into laughter, coughing several times in between to catch his breath.
Looking at his condition, it was obvious that Narcissa's death had truly affected him. The man had lost all his regal look. He looked like a mere shell of his former haughty personality. Ares immediately knew that he was not gonna survive much longer. His end was near.
"Please Ares. If you loved my sister, you'd leave my family alone. If you ever felt something about her. Please, We never told anyone about what happened there. We never told anyone that you're still alive or what you did to those Aurors." she begged. Ares thought that she looked rather pathetic while begging. Still, they were family, even if the one connecting them was dead.
To the trio's obvious surprise, Ares snorted in amusement. The reaction startled Draco so much that he quickly fired several spells towards Ares, who did nothing.
An invisible shield suddenly appeared in front of him, absorbing the spell. A casual flick of his hand disarmed everyone in the room.
"ENOUGH!" Ares spoke, voice sounding foreign to his own ears. "I'm here to talk, Tori."
The elder Malfoy broke into laughter again.
"Is there something amusing, Lucius?" Ares questioned, his aura flaring a bit as he looked sharply at the man.
"The ashes of the last dark lord haven't even cooled properly and another one has risen," he spoke, both cowed and awed at Ares' magic flaring around him.
"We can gi- g-give you money. Lot-lots of it. Just leave us, Potter." Draco Malfoy panicked. His wife was tightly holding her hand, fearing the worst.
"Who was the informant at the DoM," Ares asked the man. It was more like a demand but no one hardly cared. He needed a name. He would get it, one way or the other. He had no patience to deal with the ferret. But if the information network of Lucius was as extensive as he had been told by Blaise, he would get a name. Ares was out for blood. And he would get it one way or the another.
"Alain. Alain Dimitrov. He-he's the informant," Lucius informed Ares, glee shining in his eyes at the prospect of his wife's killer being brought to justice.
He gave a nod towards the elder blonde before turning to leave.
"Wait!" Astoria pleaded," Da-Daphne wouldn't want this for you. My sister loved you, you know? She would want you to be happy. Stop this, Ares. You're family too. We will go through it together. The path you've chosen leads to madness. I don't wanna lose anyone else." Astoria cried, tears streaming through her eyes."
"NO," Malfoy shouted in anger.
"Dra-"
"No Astoria. The bastards killed my mother. They died saving. She deserves to be avenged. Potter, you better kill them in the most painful of ways. I Draco Lucius Malfoy hereby offer my full allegiance to you in order for you to complete your goal. I will not hesitate to do anything."
"Are you foolish? Do you know wh-"
Yes. They tried to end us just because we were Dark Wizards. They should have killed me, us. We did a lot of shit things. But mother? She never killed or tortured anybody. What about those children? They died because they were born into a dark family. Children, father, children. They tried to assassinate us just to end us all. Damn it, damn it, DAMN IT." Malfoy screamed, turning red.
He picked the nearest chair before throwing it into a nearby painting, shattering it into pieces. He continued throwing items, destroying priceless pieces of furniture. Nobody stopped him though.
"Those children, who did not even get the chance to be born," he said shakily. "How about all those men and women who died just to protect their own family. Is that nothing? Is the mother's sacrifice worth nothing? I have always followed you all my life. When you decided to follow the Dark Lord, I said nothing. But I won't stay for this. What if the same happened to our children, the family we raise, Tori?" Malfoy declared, anger and bloodlust shining into his eyes. His magic was leaking everywhere as he struggled to control his emotions.
The lid he had kept over his emotions had simply exploded. He screamed, cursed and shouted. Spittle was flying from his mouth as he tried to speak.
"Would you support me, Astoria? Can I count on you?" Ares asked, something akin to emotion visible in his irises for the first time in the conversation.
"Y-y-ye. YES," she spoke breathily, as her thirst for vengeance finally over rid her instincts and logic. Her husband's speech had awakened her desire to hunt and kill those who had destroyed her family. She had not even been able to bury her own sister.
Astoria had been busy giving testimonies and hadn't even known that Daphne was dead. The Ministry had the gall to treat as if they had faced a great loss with those Aurors.
"Hurt them, Ares. Hurt them so bad that they'll remember what happened to all of us. What we went through. The ministry will keep denying it. They will never provide us with justice just because we're all evil. Just because we support a branch of magic, traditions that have been passed for hundreds of years." Astoria gave a bitter chuckle.
She looked into Ares' eyes. They now had specks of red into them. She didn't know what he had done, but he had indeed paid a heavy cost for his thirst for revenge. And how was she to deny him that?
Sorry, Daffy. I guess the lure of darkness really got me this time. Forgive me, but I can't let it go. You were the only thing left for me besides Draco. And someone took it too. Forgive me if you can. Astoria mentally braced herself.
"Give each of them the pain of all the one hundred fifteen of them. Promise me this." Astoria spoke, a fierce fire of conviction burning in her eyes.
"Hundred and Sixteen," Ares spoke loudly, a broken hopeless man for all intents and purposes. His eyes had turned red, almost identical to those of Lord Voldemort and Astoria couldn't avoid the shiver that passed through her body. The pain soon disappeared into a smooth mask.
"What?" she asked, not understanding her cryptic words.
The next three words that he spoke would shatter all the doubt in her mind.
"Daphne was pregnant," he managed to get out wheezily.
He turned around, before simply disappearing.
The night was still young. It was going to stay the same for a very long time.
Hate is not always the reason people turn into villains, sometimes it's pain. Sometimes it's suffering. But all these happen when our love leaves us.
Ares was not a hero like his brother. He was famous and powerful, sure. So next time you judge someone, make sure to look deep inside yourself.
You will find Ares Alexander Potter hidden deep inside you. It will come when you're at your most vulnerable. When you're broken, betrayed and have no path to choose in your life. When all you see is an empty void surrounding you, whispering sweet nothings as it tries to engulf you into itself.
The man walking away may not be a hero. But he certainly was no villain either. It's just that the world fucked him up. He had his own story to write, revenge to take and pain to distribute.
Actions have consequences. It's called Karma. And it always comes back.
A man fighting for justice, his love and his child who was killed before he could even be born. Countless were slaughtered just because the opinion of few wanted them under a cage and key, locked and dissected so they couldn't "spread their darkness". And people say that Darkness is evil. It's all just Power. Those who have it can do anything to the ones that don't.
Not one of my best chapters (at least in my opinion) since I'm still exploring what's new to this style. I have never written a tragic story this dark. Ngl, I enjoy writing it even more than SQF. Your valuable feedback is welcome and encouraged.
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Thanking you,
Yours sincerely,
Ares Alexander Peverell.