I Want It All

by DZ2

Potter Prime Response: Harry always thought he was nothing, but prey. And, for the longest time, he was right: until the devourers of Light decided to make a meal of him: now, predator becomes prey, prey becomes the Apex Predator. And a long-forgotten evil now seeks to rule all. Evil OP Harry/Fawkes

1. 0: The Phoenix's Gift

I Want It All: 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: Harry always thought he was nothing, but prey. And, for the longest time, he was right: until the devourers of Light decided to make a meal of him: now, predator becomes prey, prey becomes the Apex Predator. And a long-forgotten evil now seeks to rule all.

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, as I'm sure people have noticed by now, my first attempt at this idea hit a major roadblock, but, after giving it some thought and putting version one on the backburner for now, I found a second wind of inspiration hitting me. As a result, we now have this slice of Darkness mixed with madness, chaos and fun and games galore.

Here's just hoping that this idea sticks around and, in the meantime, you know the famous saying…

If you don't like it, don't read it.

Dedication: I'd like to dedicate this story to my friend, Winged Seer Wolf, who never seems willing to give up on me: my recommended reads are Dark Lord Potter, Apex and Damaged Raven by JustBored21, Kill me if you can by PercyPendragon3, Harry's Madness by SilverLocke980, Do Not Meddle In The Affairs Of Wizards by Corwalch, Lord Thanatos by Scarlette-Moon-Howl, Blood Crest by Cauchy, Knight Errant and Harry Potter and the Shadow of the Demon by ArlyssTolero, The Darkening Of Your Soul by MaeglinYedi, Broken Shackles by Black Infinity 1289, Harry Potter: Lord of Darkness by AngelSlayer135 and The Rise of a Dark Lord by LittleMissXanda

Key Pairing: Harry/Fawkes

Other Pairings: To be determined

Normal Speech

'Thoughts'

'Mental Speech'

/Parseltongue/

Prologue: The Phoenix's Gift

Everyone knows how annoying little pricks can be, right?

Well, in Harry's case, even though he didn't yet realise it, one little prick wasn't annoying for him.

On the contrary, it would end up making him far greater, even stronger and more-powerful than he could have possibly imagined.

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"Extraordinary, isn't it? How quickly the Basilisk Venom courses through the body? I imagine you have only a few minutes left to live; you'll be with your filthy Mudblood Mother soon, Harry."

As Harry struggled through the intensely-weakening effects of the Basilisk, and the fang that had pierced his skin, he also felt a glimmer of rage and annoyance bubble up inside of him as he heard the spirit of Tom Riddle, alias Voldemort – or was it a wraith?

Whatever it was, Harry hated it and he silently wished he had a way to shut it up for good, even if it was the last thing he did in this life.

As Harry felt his body succumbing to certain death, driving out the last few titbits of strength his spirit could muster, he was dimly aware of a rush of wings from somewhere nearby, accompanied by a low, sorrowful trill.

At the same time, Harry felt the tips of his fingers brush against the reddish-coloured hair of little Ginevra Weasley, who looked even worse than Harry felt, but that was an understatement. After all, her energy was being used to fuel Voldemort himself, while her mind and body were left to succumb to the darkness.

'Lucky bit,' thought Harry, collapsing onto the ground, just as his fingers passed through the redhead's hair.

As they did so, however, Harry felt something press down on his arm, where the Basilisk had bitten him; it was an unusually-wet, if not warm, tingling something, which hissed against Harry's exposed skin – where the Basilisk's fang had cut through his robe – while, deep inside of himself, Harry thought he felt something stirring.

Something…he didn't know what it was, but…if he had to give it an identity, it would be to call it…dark.

Then again, maybe that was just the darkness reaching out to him, sending him spiralling into death.

And, of course, there was Tom, gloating again instead of just doing something, as he crowed, "Aww, would you look at that, Harry? Even your precious songbird knows that there is nothing anyone can do to save you! Just look at him, crying like a baby!"

'Crying?' thought Harry, partially-aware of the dark sensation inside of him reaching new heights, accompanied by a whisper of energy that, much like the first spark that would precede an out-of-control forest fire, or a raging inferno, suddenly ignited itself deep within the core of Harry's being.

As he felt this spark light up inside of him, Harry's mind gave a similar jolt, 'Of course! Fawkes is a phoenix! And phoenix tears have healing powers! But…what's this other thing I can feel? I…I've never felt so much power before!'

"No…get away, you stupid bird!"

'And, from the sounds of it, Tom's only just realised what bird Fawkes is,' thought Harry, unintentionally smiling with an air of malicious intent that seemed to accompany whatever this dark spore inside of him had awoken. At the same time, he saw a hand swipe at Fawkes, forcing the phoenix to fly off of Harry's arm.

But the damage, figuratively-speaking, had already been done. "Phoenix tears! No! How could I be so stupid?!"

"Well, be fair, Riddle," drawled Harry, clasping the Basilisk fang in one hand while he slowly inched towards Ginny's body, reaching for the diary in her hands with his free hand as he looked up at the horrified Voldemort, or what was left of him. "It has been fifty years: you're probably a little ring rusty…here, let me help you!"

"NO! STOP!"

Before Tom could move to stop Harry, the emerald-eyed scion made his move; with a lunge worthy of any sword-master, Harry plunged the fang right into the diary's coverings. As soon as he did so, Harry heard an ear-piercing, soul-tearing scream of absolute agony tear out of Tom's lips.

Looking up again, Harry saw the wraith's body had become fragmented and broken, pierced by shafts of magical light that, much like embers rising from a burning scene, began to fill the air with the last dregs of the wraith's dark magical presence.

As Harry saw this light, and the magic that was dissipating harmlessly in the air around it, he frowned when a feeling…an urge suddenly began to rise inside of him. Where this urge came from and why he was feeling it with such intensity, Harry didn't know; he also didn't quite understand why he suddenly felt an urge to just surrender to whatever this feeling was offering him.

All he knew was Tom's scream, as well as a flicker of movement from one side of Harry as he pulled himself to his feet before, staring at Tom's decaying form with a hint of cold, unmerciful apathy, the young Gryffindor felt his lips move.

"Oh, I don't think so, Tom; you wanted to live forever? Well, now you will…"

Suddenly, the light within Tom's destroyed form began to pull itself towards Harry, who could only watch, consumed as he was by this weird instinct that seemed to drive his body on automatic pilot. As the young boy watched, half-enraptured by this new feeling and half-shocked by how little he seemed to want to fight this new sensation, he heard another scream tear out of Tom.

This time, however, the scream was one of pure, unadulterated terror as the fractured remains of the light that had exploded out of Tom's body were now pulled into Harry's body!

The screams of the damned Voldemort's essence seemed to drift through the Chamber, leaving nothing, but ghosts in their wake.

Harry, meanwhile, seemed to shiver with a mixture of ecstatic liking and awe-fuelled wonder as he felt his body growing stronger, thanks to this new instinct, as well as the power he could already feel coursing through his veins as he felt his strange new force assimilating the last dregs of the wraith's strength.

And, as Harry felt his body shudder with liking, as well as a feeling of empowerment that even surpassed what he'd felt when he had held his wand in his hand, the young wizard felt his malicious smile return as he whispered to the emptiness.

"Please Sir, I want some more…"

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Nearby, a pair of baleful, goldish-coloured eyes watched as Harry's body not only regained its strength, but, at the same time, the body of the hero of the magical world seemed to grow even stronger-still, as well as more-powerful, as he absorbed the power of that defiler.

And, as Fawkes watched the boy take in the energy, almost as though he was feeding on it, the phoenix could only feel a great swell of pride at the fact that he had been the one to help unleash this power on the world.

Oh, make no mistake, Fawkes knew he had just unleashed certain doom, if not damnation, on an unsuspecting world, but, if he was being honest with himself, Fawkes couldn't care less about these humans. After all, they'd had their chance, and they had screwed the proverbial pooch by laying waste to the good name of magic and disgracing the memories and legacies of Fawkes' ancient masters.

And as for the one who deluded himself into thinking Fawkes served him…he was the worst!

Well, now Fawkes served a new master, one whom would become a true force to be reckoned with.

And all thanks to that ill-forgotten legacy that lay deep within his DNA: a legacy that was to be reborn from the ashes, much like Fawkes himself.

Yes, Fawkes felt sorry.

Sorry for any humans pathetic enough to stand in his Master's way as he used his true power to make this world remember what real magic looked like, and what happened when you thought yourself greater than a force that was more-or-less Emrys Incarnate and then some.

'Soon, Master…soon…'

So, an interesting first chapter and it looks like Harry's found something he didn't quite have before, but what is it and what will he do as he grows into its greatness?

Also, what could Fawkes' role be in all this, especially since it looks like the so-called symbol of Light is anything but?

Keep Reading to Find Out

Next Chapter: Time passes and…wait: what's wrong with this picture? Time passes? But, hang on, Harry was right at the top of the food chain just a few moments ago…unless…oh, what has that senile, manipulative, Greater-Good-Worshipping old git done now? And what will happen when the mask comes off, the rose-coloured glasses shatter and a Demon rises from the ashes of a Fallen Angel? Um…I'm thinking…the Apocalypse; Magic-Style!

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