The Darkseid of Magic

by DZ2

Based on my Unforgivable Power Challenge: A friend's betrayal. A terrifying transformation. A fate worse than death. A day where he was meant to die, but he didn't. Sounds like just another Tuesday for Harry Potter. Evil OP Snapped Harry/Bellatrix/Luna/Human-Hedwig (NOT FOR LIGHT-SIDERS!)

1. The Day A Demon Awakens

The Darkseid of Magic: 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 – including the crossover reference in the title – all rights belong to the original creators. I do own any OC spells explained at the end of a chapter.

Plot: Based on my Unforgivable Power Challenge: A friend's betrayal. A terrifying transformation. A fate worse than death. A day where he was meant to die, but he didn't. Sounds like just another Tuesday for Harry Potter.

Challenge Information – Put here for reference only; this story is only BASED on the challenge – meaning inspired by it

DZ2's 'Unforgivable Power' Challenge: The Imperius: the power to control others. The Cruciatus: the power to inflict pain. The Avada Kedavra: the power to destroy completely, right down to the soul. As spells, they're bad enough, but imagine if that power became so natural, it didn't need invocations or flashes of light...oh...crap!

Rules: Dark or Evil Harry

Powerful Harry or stronger

When the story starts is up to you

At some point in the first chapter/s, Harry MUST discover the ability to use the power of one or more of the Big Three without a wand/invocation

Who he uses them on and for what purpose/how long is up to you

If his victim lives, they MUST report him for using an Unforgivable, which sees Harry arrested and sent to Azkaban

If his victim dies, there MUST be a witness who does the above, again resulting in sending Harry to Azkaban

At least one year must pass before Harry breaks out, somehow using his new gift/power to aid him, but now, he's darker, broken and as unforgiving as the curses are unforgivable

All pairings are welcome

Guidelines: Crossovers

Super/OP Harry

Dark-Lord Harry

Lord-Azkaban/Dementor-Lord Harry

Snapped/Insane Harry

Harry can use the power of all three Unforgivables

As well as the Unforgivables, Harry can use the power of other Dark Magical Spells/Powers naturally

Tom breaks Harry out of Azkaban and offers him a place at his side

Sirius sides with Harry

Bellatrix sides with Harry

The Dementors fear/respect/worship Harry for his power

Slash

Harems

Harry/Multi

A prophecy speaks of Harry's new power

There are/were others who could use the power of the Unforgivables as easily/naturally as Harry can

The Dementors manage to Kiss Harry before he manages to escape, resulting in a Soulless/Inhuman Harry going on a rampage

Forbidden: Light or Grey Harry

Weak Harry

Harry fearing his power

Harry needing an invocation or magical flashes to use the Unforgivables

Harry NOT being sent to Azkaban when he's found out

Harry forgiving ANYONE responsible for his incarceration

Anyone convincing Harry to forgive and forget

Other than that, it's up to you

Author's Note: So, I confess that this insanely-dark idea is somewhat based around a former idea of mine and, when you see the title, as well as the first chapter, I imagine some of you might be compelled to go hang on, DZ; hasn't this been posted before?

Well, the short answer's yes, but, at the same time, this idea has some interesting, fun, scary and downright mad moments that, hopefully, my fans will all enjoy.

And, as always, if you don't like it, don't read it.

Recommended Reads: I Want It All And More by Winged Seer Wolf, Harry Potter and the Unforgivable Tournament by questionablequotation, Do Not Meddle In The Affairs Of Wizards by Corwalch, Earl of the North by Lord Silvere, An Old and New World by Lens of Sanity, Child of Azkaban by Fire and Starlight, Deliver Me by Guardian of the Phoenix, Lord Thanatos by Scarlette-Moon-Howl, Apex, Pet Death and Dark Lord Potter by JustBored21, Never Cross a Potter by Kourtney Uzu Yato and Ignore the Dementor by NinjaPandaScholar

Key Pairing: Evil Harry/Bellatrix/Luna/Human-Hedwig

Other Pairings: To be determined

Normal Speech

'Thoughts'

'Mental Speech'

/Parseltongue/

Chapter 1: The Day A Demon Awakens

"Harry Potter? Harry Potter? HARRY POTTER!"

They say bad things come in threes?

For Harry, this was, quite-possibly, the truest thing he had ever heard in his life; bad things did tend to come in threes where he was concerned.

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First, Voldemort murders his Father, then his Mother, then tries to murder him, but fails…sounds good, right?

WRONG!

The bad thing that came of that was a life where Harry would never know a Mother's love, a Father's support or anything that might be called family; oh, and then there was the whole famous Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived, Saviour of Magical Britain thing too, not that Harry had much of a chance to know anything about that.

No, instead, he was put through another bad thing in threes, otherwise known as Vernon, Petunia and Dudley Dursley, whom made it their lives' ambitions to make him feel like he was worthless, pathetic, freakishly-abnormal and unwanted to the point of being better off dead. Then, on top of that, the Three Stooges' ugly-siblings made it their lives' ambitions to make Harry think and feel the worst about his family, while, at the same time, lying to him, neglecting him, abusing him and leaving him as nothing more than a brittle, broken shell of his former self.

Then, when the truth did come out, the bad things seemed to come in threes over and over again; whether it was three Houses thinking him a monster and murderer of Muggle-borns, three years' worth of hell and life-or-death scenarios or just the fact that, of the three famous members of Hogwarts' so-called Golden Trio, Harry always seemed to be the one who had to play peacekeeper, intermediary and decider of some of the most-pathetic, ignorant and unnecessary arguments on Planet Earth.

However, in his fourth year – ironic, I'm sure you'll agree – the bad thing that came in threes was, without a shadow of a doubt, the worst end result that Harry could have imagined.

And yet, by the time all was said and done, the Boy-Who-Lived would also find himself arguing that it was the best thing that could have happened to him as well.

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"How did you do it?"

"I didn't," said Harry dismissively, already having decided that he'd had more than enough of people asking him that question.

Thanks to the Goblet of Fire, some insane quest to make Harry a pariah again at Hogwarts, and some brand-spanking-new life-or-death scenario that, for whatever reason, Fate decided that Harry had to be her bitch and be involved all over again, his life had, once again, taken a turn for the worse, now that he'd been named a Champion.

A fact that even the stupidest of people in Creation should have been able to realise should be impossible, given he was underage, and that there were already three Champions in the Tournament and that Harry had absolutely-zero ambitions to be a part of the Tournament even if he could have entered.

However, while the world's stupidest people would have probably gotten the hint, eventually, Harry had the misfortune of being in the company of a certain stupid person who thought with his fists, his ego, his pride and, more-often than not, his stomach.

Alias Ronald Weasley.

"Never mind!" scoffed the redhead, earning a shocked look from Harry, "It doesn't matter. I just figured you might have let your best friend know!"

"Let you know what?" asked Harry, unintentionally emphasising the last word with a hiss of rage as he confronted one of a small handful of people whom he would have thought would know him well enough to believe in him.

In this idiot's case, this was especially true since he'd been standing not six inches away from Harry when they'd both talked about being in the Tournament and Harry had openly admitted better you than me, indicating that he'd had more than enough of life-threatening situations to last him the rest of his life.

However, to Harry's disbelief, Ron only seemed to follow one train of thought: namely his own.

"You know bloody well what!" snarled the redhead, earning a disbelieving look from Harry as he shook his head.

"I didn't ask for any of this to happen, Ron!" insisted Harry, earning a scoff from the redhead, while Harry continued, "You and Hermione both knew I wanted absolutely nothing to do with the Tournament. I don't want eternal glory; it's bad enough having to be famous for something else I didn't ask to happen."

"Yeah, but you're the Boy-Who-Lived and you get everything, don't you?"

Clenching his fists, as though trying to fight the urge to either curse or just plain thump Ron for being so stupid, Harry was the one who scoffed next as he looked to the other fourth-year boys. However, to his disbelief, all of them were looking at him in pretty much the same way that most of the school had looked at him two years ago.

Like he was a monster!

Honestly, how clueless could you get?

"I never chose to be that!" insisted Harry, looking back to Ron as he argued, "Just like I never chose to be anything that I've had to become since discovering I was a wizard…okay? You're just being stupid!"

"Yeah, that's me, isn't it?" asked Ron, his moaning and his self-deluded attitude making Harry suddenly imagine how the redhead would look with a couple of hundred pounds' worth of fat on him and a Mother who babied him and called him stupid nicknames that were just plain embarrassing…

'Oh wait,' thought Harry, snorting to himself as he mused, 'He does have a Mother like that: Mrs Weasley, the human Bearhug Machine!'

"Something funny, you lying freak?"

And, just like that, Harry's moment of humour vanished, not just because of the fact that the redhead had noticed him having a private moment, but also because of the fact that he had used a word that even the most-braindead Hogwarts student could tell you was a HUGE no-no for Harry Potter.

But, again, Ronald was the one proving that he was stupider than stupid could go.

And, worse, Harry wasn't backing down, "Take that back."

"What?" asked Ron, scrambling free of his bedding before he squared up to Harry as he insisted, "Calling you what you are? Well how about liar, cheat, thief, glory hound and maybe even traitor? How does that suit you? What are you going to do, Potter? Cry?"

"You really should stop, Ron…"

The sound of flesh striking flesh cut off Harry's tirade.

And, at the same time, changed everything in Gryffindor, courtesy of the redheaded moron with less brains than a dead goldfish crossed with a squished slug.

"I knew you were bluffing, you freakishly Dark…AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

Suddenly, nerve-shattering screams filled Gryffindor Tower, accompanied by a loud, disbelievingly-horrific snapping sound that seemed to emanate from Ron's body as he fell to the ground.

As Neville, Dean and Seamus looked to the two former friends in disbelief and alarm, Neville's eyes widened with abject horror when he recognised the flailing, scream-infested, madly-thrashing seizures being experienced by Ron for what they were.

"He…he's using the…the…the Cruciatus Curse!"

"NO!" Screamed Ron, his eyes leaking blood while a fairly-sizable stain formed on his trousers as he cried, "MAKE IT STOP! PLEASE, HARRY! I'M SORRY! PLEASE! STOP! YOU…YOU'RE TEARING ME APART! I CAN'T…I CAN'T…I WON'T…I…I…I…"

"PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!"

It was the first spell that Neville could think of, but it worked nonetheless as it struck Harry, sending him falling backwards while, as the strange dark magic that had borderline-broken Ronald Weasley's mind, body and spirit started to fade away, the aforementioned redhead was left twitching, his eyes wide and glassy while blood and drool spilled from his eye sockets, his nostrils and his mouth.

As for Harry, the only thing any of the other Gryffindors could focus on were the eyes of the so-called second Hogwarts Champion.

Eyes that were redder than blood, and filled with more intense light than a thousand fires, even as their colouring seemed to fade away, returning to emerald-green once more.

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"I always knew he was a monster!"

"Can you believe my kids tried to convince me he saved the school?"

"Please, we've all heard the rumours!"

"Death should have been given to him; so much for the big bad Boy-Who-Lived!"

The sounds of the voices of the Aurors dragging him through the dark, damp corridors of Azkaban Prison were the only things that Harry seemed able to focus on, as well as the feeling of dread, cold and darkness that seemed to be omnipresent in the lair of the Dementors, one of which seemed content to bring up the rear as the humans dragged its newest prey to one of the cells.

Stopping outside a cell, the first Auror let out a laugh as he suggested, "Hey, since this freak's basically persona non grata now, what do you say we give the other murdering psychos some fun?"

"What do you have in mind, Jenkins?"

In response, Jenkins indicated the cell they'd stopped outside of, "Well, last time I checked, Lance, there's no rule saying these monsters can't share cells…and after Black, we need to make sure there's no chance of anymore escapes, right?"

The second Auror, Lance, looked to the cell in question before, like Jenkins, he too laughed, even as his colleague opened the cell and, without so much as a hint of mercy or remorse, the second Auror used a low-powered Banishing Charm on Harry, sending him flying into the cell.

"Here you go, freak! Enjoy your stay…and don't worry; we'll be back for your body on the day your cheating ways come back to bite you in the ass."

With that, the Aurors slammed the cell door.

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Had either of them bothered to take notice, however, they would have also seen how, even as it watched the human being thrown into one of the cells, the Dementor who'd accompanied them actually seemed to sigh with relief before it drifted off in the opposite direction to the Aurors.

In its predatory, cold-infested essence of a hive mind, the only thing the Dementor seemed to want to do was put as much distance between itself and the latest guest to its nest as it could.

And not just because it knew this was the same human who'd banished so many of its brethren back to the nest some time ago.

Yes, it was the same human…

But it was also something…more…

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Three Weeks Later

"Why Harrykins; you're up early today."

"How can you tell, Bellatrix?" drawled Harry, stretching up in a bid to relieve some of the tension in his bones before, letting out a sigh of relief and relaxed emotion, the young wizard looked to his cellmate, the infamously-insane and deranged Bellatrix Lestrange, as he added, "Anyway, it's not going to matter either way: you see, it's a special day today."

"It is?"

"It's the day I'm meant to die," drawled Harry, indicating the scratches near where he'd been resting, each one of which had been counting down the days until his death, all because he couldn't compete in the Triwizard Tournament's tasks.

All thanks to that pathetically-narrow-minded, overcompensating insect of a human being, Ronald Weasley's big mouth, small dick and borderline-laughable, but still-pathetic ideas of what was meant to be the centre of the universe – which, in Ron's mind, was obviously food, himself, money, pride, Gryffindorness and the Boy-Who-Lived, though probably not necessarily in that order.

As he scratched yet another notch on the wall, Harry sighed softly before looking to Bellatrix, who actually seemed disappointed in this development, while Harry told her, "I guess, when we're done today, the Dementors will be back for what's left of my soul and then they'll come back for you."

"A pity," said Bellatrix, earning a scoff from Harry, even though, for whatever insane reason, he had noticed how the woman seemed to become less-and-less psychotic and more-and-more lucid while he had been her cellmate.

After about a week, Harry had noticed the common factor was how the Dementors seemed reluctant, if not flat-out-opposing the idea of being anywhere near Harry, which not only kept him from their draining effects, but also seemed to provide an air of protection for Bellatrix.

Thanks to this, instead of being the raving lunatic of a Death Eater that Harry had identified her as, Bellatrix had actually been pleasurable company, even going as far as talking with Harry about a lot of things, mostly Sirius – much to Harry's surprise – as well as her ideas of what the world was meant to be like.

On that particular day, however, Bellatrix watched Harry stretch his legs as he walked around their small cell before, humming softly, Bellatrix cleared her throat as she asked, "Harry-pet, can I ask you a serious question?"

"Do you even know the meaning of the word, Bellatrix?" asked Harry, earning a dry laugh from Bellatrix as she looked to him, and he too looked down at her, sat on the single cot that occupied their cell. "Go on, then; might as well indulge you once before Magic does your boss' work for him. What do you want to know?"

"Well, I was just wondering," replied Bellatrix, toying with a lock of her wild, seemingly-tangled and incurably-messy dark hair as she asked, "Being in here as long as me and others out there, you hear things. Some of the guards even talk about some stuff that we're not supposed to chat about and…well, I was just wondering; there was a rumour, a little while ago, which said He found you at ol' Hoggywarts…and he, apparently, offered you a spot on his team."

"I suppose there's no point denying it," said Harry, leaning against the wall as he folded his arms before he looked down to Bellatrix, "Yeah; Vol…I mean, the Dark Lord found me and…yes, he did offer me a chance to join him."

"But you refused?"

"Yep," said Harry, popping the p cheekily before he scoffed, "And I'm still alive too…well, for now, anyway, but I digress. I said no to the Big Bad Wolf of our world and this Little Red Riding Hood is still out and about…in a manner of speaking."

"Why?"

"Well, I told you…" insisted Harry, but Bellatrix cut him off with a shake of her head and a wave of her hand.

"No, sweet, silly little raven," laughed Bellatrix, earning a small blush from Harry at the weird, if not oddly-affectionate names that Bellatrix often came up with for him.

Heck, he'd either have to be gay or a eunuch not to even notice her beauty, hence her name – as he guessed – and, at the same time, there was something about her that caused Harry's teenage nature to go fucking insane…

Almost as insane as Harry himself was said to have gone, though that was a moot point at the moment.

Bellatrix, meanwhile, tucked a strand of her hair away from her eyes as she asked him, "What I mean is…why did you say no? I mean, you're…well, you, and there are so many in these hallowed halls whom believe He wants nothing more than to see you bleed, beg and break at his feet. But, instead, He offers you power, strength and even your life, such as it is, but you deny him? Why is that, little lion?"

As he, once again, tried to ignore his teenage nature continuing to torture him with thoughts and ideas that were probably better off left in his head, Harry scoffed as he looked to the dark ceiling of their cell before, humming softly, he asked, "Can I confess something to you, Bella?"

"Anything," replied Bellatrix, whom seemed just as attracted to Harry shortening her name as he was feeling whenever she called him such cute, if not crazy pet names.

"I wish I had," said Harry, running a hand through his own hair, which had grown even-wilder, shaggier and more-matted in his imprisonment, even though his body didn't really show any signs of the neglect or traumas that Harry could only assume his godfather had gone through.

"What?"

"It's true," said Harry, scoffing in personal amusement as he explained, "I mean, maybe it's just the insanity that's said to come to you from being locked up in here, or maybe your craziness is infectious, Bellatrix, but it's true. I wish I had accepted his offer back then; I mean, he told me that I was capable of doing extraordinary things, but, at the time, I was blinded by so-called loyalty to the so-called heroes and good guys of this world, not to mention my own naivety about who I was and what I wanted. So…I denied him, I challenged him and, in a nutshell, I told him to go fuck himself with his offer because I wasn't interested…but now? Having gone through all the shite I have done, discovered things about myself that I didn't even know I could do…and seeing how I might as well just be a title to them, not even alive anymore…I wish I had accepted it!"

Unseen by Harry, Bellatrix's eyes widened with amazement, awe and a small amount of dark-spawned longing when, in his ire of letting out the truth of his feelings, Harry's emerald-green eyes seemed to flash blood-red, their light burning with such intensity and magical fire that, to look at him, Bellatrix found herself wondering what sort of demon might linger behind those eyes.

As Harry's eyes seemed to return to their former green colouring, however, the young boy looked again to Bellatrix as he explained, "I'm going to die today, Bellatrix; there's no escaping that. But, before I go, I'd like you to make me a promise…if you can."

"What's that?"

"I know he's out there," explained Harry, earning a nod from Bellatrix, before Harry shrugged as he added, "And, with me dead, there'll be no-one to challenge him, so…when he comes back, I want you to promise me that you'll somehow show him this memory. Let him see how I admit I was wrong and, if I could change things, I'd not only join him; I'd bow down to him!"

Again, his eyes flashed red, earning another awed look from Bellatrix, who also felt like she should know that reddish colouring, if not the dark power she could see looking at her.

Held in the thrall of this power, Bellatrix could only gulp before she whispered, "I…I promise, Harrykins; I'll let him see this…I'll let him know…I mean, you never know; if he can cheat death, maybe he'll even find a way to make it happen for you?"

"If he does, I'll be his," said Harry, before he smiled coldly, earning a surprised look from Bellatrix, as he added, "And, speaking of, I was wondering if you could also grant me a last request, Madame Lestrange?"

"W-W-W-What?" asked Bellatrix, earning a cold chuckle from Harry as he kneeled down, so he was next to her on the cot, as he took her hand in his before he looked into her eyes.

"Again, it's probably the insanity talking here, but, well…how can I put this?"

As Bellatrix looked into his eyes, seeing only the red glow looking back at her, she visibly shuddered when she saw Harry lick his lips with a mixture of predatory desire and dark longing as he whispered to her.

"I don't much fancy dying a virgin…think you can help me with that, my Lady?"

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"OH! GODS! YES! MORE! PLEASE, MY LION! MORE! MORE! MOOOOOOORRRRRREEEEE!"

Even from where he was forced to listen along with the other inmates as what could only be described as orgasmic cries echoed through the halls of Azkaban, Rodolphus Lestrange couldn't resist laughing to himself as he looked out to the seemingly-permanent dark skies outside his cell.

"More than thirty years married…and I could never make her scream like that…whoever's responsible; my hat's off to you…"

Then, in a manner that his wife would have been proud of, Rodolphus started laughing like the madman he was, his dark, maniacal laughter adding to the screams of Bellatrix Lestrange, creating a truly-malefic, if not monstrous string of thoughts in many a mind.

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"Phew…so…so that's what…what that's like…"

"Not…not bad for…for a beginner," gasped Bellatrix, earning a scoff from Harry as she watched him slide off of her, both of them sweating profusely while the cot now stank to high heaven and low-Hell with the evidence of their coupling. At the same time, Bellatrix felt muscles she'd long-forgotten even existed twitching with renewed desire and fatigue as she looked over to Harry.

However, when she saw him stand up, adjusting his Azkaban robes, if only so he appeared to be prepared to face the end, Bellatrix couldn't resist giggling with a slightly-maniacal air of her own as she drawled, "My…such…such strength and stamina in you, Harry-pet? If only you didn't say this was going to be a one-time thing…oh, the things I'd let you have if you let me show you…"

"Sorry, Bellatrix," sighed Harry, wiping sweat from his forehead while he also turned to her as he added, "But, I'll tell you what: I know the chances are pretty slim, even though we didn't exactly use protection, but if my first and last time has put my kid in your belly, I want you to promise me you'll teach them to not do what I did and avoid the Dark…and him."

"Oh, that's an ironclad promise, my sweet," purred Bellatrix, a small part of her wondering if it was possible that, even though it had been his first time, Harry had managed to knock her up. She didn't say it aloud, but Bellatrix knew Rodolphus had certainly never succeeded in that department, even less-so as he became one of the Inner Circle and spent more and more time indulging the Death Eaters' love of flesh and the bodies of Mudbloods, blood traitors and Muggle scum.

"Thanks love," said Harry, straightening his robes as best as he could before, swallowing hard, he mused, "I think it's almost time…I can feel it…"

"I certainly felt it," chuckled Bellatrix, earning a soft laugh from Harry.

"Thanks for giving me my last wish…"

"Thank you for scratching my itch."

As Harry turned to face her, however, Bellatrix saw his eyes widen briefly before, as he went to say something, what could only be described as a crushing wave of raw, ancient Dark Magic seemed to explode out of Harry's body, making Bellatrix's bones, organs, nerve endings and every cell of her skin and blood tremble with fear, dread and no small amount of awe, as well as fascination.

Seconds later, Harry began screaming.

Or was it laughing?

As Bellatrix tried to endure wave after wave of the eerie, unknown magical force that seemed to flood their shared cell-space, she felt a gasp of mixed emotion – one part horror, one part disbelief and one part amazement, if not idolisation-bordering-on-worship – escape her when she heard Harry let out a primal, crazed, beyond-broken laugh that seemed to fill the air with something that could only be summed up in one word.

Death!

Death was laughing at the power, the pain and the waves of beyond-unexplainable magic that were reverberating through the cell and out into Azkaban's halls; seconds later, the laugh became a pure, unbridled scream of raw ecstasy and fire as Harry's whole body buckled before a bone-jarring, nightmare-inducing snap filled the cell as his body buckled the wrong way not once, not twice, but seven times, leaving Harry's body looking worse than any Cruciatus victim.

And yet, all throughout the snapping sounds and sensations, as well as the magical waves and the torture he had to be going through, all that Harry James Potter could do was crow with what could only be described as demonic laughter, blood trickling freely from his eyes, his ears, his nose and his mouth while even his fingernails and toenails seemed to turn crimson with his blood.

As his laughter reached fever pitch, Bellatrix heard voices just beyond the cell; seconds later, her eyes widened when the two douchebags that had thrown Harry to her and expected him to burn and suffer – Aurors Lance and Jenkins – ran to the door, both of them drawing their wands.

"Oh, man!" crowed Lance, his eyes wider than wide while a sickening smile was plastered across his face as he exclaimed, "And to think we almost missed this! Man, I'm going to need a Pensieve and some Stamina potion for my wife when I'm done here!"

"Fuck that!" laughed Jenkins, holding up what looked like a Muggle camera as he exclaimed, "I'm getting pictures right…"

Before the delusionally-challenged Auror could finish his plan, however, Bellatrix's eyes widened while she actually felt her robes dampen with the telltale signs of climax as she watched while what could only be described as beams of blood-red, hell-spawned magical energy suddenly burst out of Harry's body, arcing through the air like a web of Devil-born lasers until, finally, just as Jenkins was crowing about his victory and what he was thinking of doing with the memory of Harry's death, the beams sliced clean through the Aurors.

As one, both men let out screams of pain and agony before their bodies turned jet-black, their skin shredding off and crumbling away one piece at a time – much like Professor Quirrell's had done several years ago – before their charred skeletons seemed to disintegrate into ashes, which blew away in a non-existent breeze.

As for Harry, he still laughed as, with a final, beyond-sickening, almost-inhuman snapping sound, his body gave a final, nasty jerk before it collapsed, leaving Bellatrix amazed, as well as horrified, if not a little sad.

The world had lost one Merlin of a Dark Soul on this day.

Rushing to her cellmate's side, Bellatrix kneeled down, cradling Harry's head in her lap as she whispered, "I'll keep my promise, Harry; I'll deliver your message…and not just to the Dark Lord!"

Lowering her head, Bellatrix kissed Harry's lips softly before she looked to the remains – what little they were – of the dicks who'd done this to such a powerful, beyond-incredible spirit of magic.

"You bastards," hissed Bellatrix, smiling like the crazed monster sorceress she once was as she sneered, "You fools thought you could get away with making him feel weak? Death is too good for you freaks…"

"Actually, my dear Bella…"

Suddenly, Bellatrix's eyes widened with disbelief, if not delight and no small amount of shock, as she looked down…

And saw the most-beautiful, bedazzling emerald-green eyes she had ever laid eyes on looking up at her with a cold, crazed, but also confident air all his own, as well as a smile that could definitely put the fear of God into so many people.

"I'd say Death was a release, not a punishment…and, speaking of release; what was that you said about giving me a second taste of the Bellatrix Lestrange Pie?"

So, the dark adventure begins and…holy shit on a sandwich with extra pickles and cheese: Harry's NOT dead?

How is this possible and what could that weird, unearthly and definitely Dark-touched magical explosion have to do with it, if anything?

Keep Reading to Find Out

Next Chapter: Bellatrix has her 'friend with benefits' back, but while she's a kid at Christmas, the same can't be said for those who sought to benefit from Harry's death: also, Harry shows a side of himself that no-one can say they've seen. A side that has one objective: freedom…and then, if he's feeling kind…REVENGE!

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