I Want It All And More
By: Winged Seer Wolf
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Summary: The Chamber of Secrets fiasco has changed Harry's view of the magical world for the worse. His magic, born of light but descended from darkness and unleashed by an immortal has made Harry utterly ravenous for the one who tore his world apart. So how will Britain survive this dark Harry?
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Pairing: Harry/Kai; Eventual Harry/Kai/Oliver/Colin
Genre: Supernatural/Romance
Dark/Slightly Evil Harry!
Dark Fawkes!
Note: Will contain sex scenes between Harry and an OC human form Fawkes and ultimately become a male harem later on.
Note 2: Anything seen here in this chapter is DZ2's. He sadly couldn't continue this fic. The same has gone for 'Teen Wolf of Hogwarts'.
So in his words, IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ IT!
I detest flamers and will block the offender.
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Dedication: Here's to you DZ2, for the idea you created, I'll treat it with the respect it deserves as you rediscover your writing style.
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Chapter I: The Darkness Unleashed
Everyone knows how annoying little pricks can be, right?
Well, in Harry's case, even though he didn't yet realize 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.
How ironic it was that this little prick got its chance because of the one person whom would have wanted Harry dead most of all.
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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 draining, intensely-weakening effects of the Basilisk, and the fang that had pierced his skin as he'd slain the mighty and – as he'd secretly admit only to himself – beautiful creature, 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, Harry wanted to silence this gloating prat, who might as well have been some cheesy Saturday morning cartoon villain with how he was grandstanding instead of making good on his master plan for world domination, mua-hahahahahaha!
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-sounding 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.
Of course she did; 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, just short of where the Basilisk had bitten him; it was an unusually-wet, if not warm, tingling sort of something, which seemed to hiss 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 realized 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 had already made his move; with one mighty lunge worthy of any sword-master or even a would-be murderer, 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 now unleashed, 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.
But the immortal bird noticed that despite the darkness in the boy, the boy longed for the one thing torn from him...a family.
'It seems my secret is going to be of use. Hopefully, I can keep him from becoming that which he will hunt.' Fawkes thought as he flamed the girl, her brother, the inept man and his new master back to his twinkling eyed master.
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'So, let me get this straight: I risk my life, again, just so this school can stay open…and the only thanks I get is an ultimatum?'
That was the first thought that ran through Harry's mind as he stood next to Ron, while the two of them were berated by Professor Dumbledore, who seemed to have made a miraculous return following his suspension, just in time to try and rip a new hole into the two boys for breaking rules and saying how they would be expelled.
As Harry tried to keep the scowl off of his face, however, his eyes narrowed slightly when Dumbledore added, "Therefore, I feel it is only fitting that you both receive Special Awards for Services to the School, as well as 150 points each to Gryffindor for your courage and willingness to protect your fellow wizards this night."
'And there it is,' thought Harry, trying not to shake his head in disbelief as he saw how history was repeating itself again, thanks to Dumbledore's timely intervention and the choice he'd made.
While the old man went on to request Ron to send papers to Azkaban, just so Hagrid could return, Harry felt the scowl form on his face as he looked at the old man's desk, as well as the bloodstained sword that lay there. Nearby, Harry also heard Fawkes chirrup sadly, before, as Harry looked to the phoenix, he could have sworn blind that, for a brief moment, Fawkes nodded at him.
Then, meeting Harry's emerald-eyed gaze, the phoenix even winked at him, before he fell still and silent once more.
"Harry?"
Turning away from the mystery of the phoenix, Harry saw Dumbledore looking at him with that same searching gaze.
'Oh great, here we go again…'
'Senile old human: how dare he question my Master as though he were his underling?'
It was only the centuries worth of experience and patience that kept Fawkes from launching from where he was perched on the old human's desk, ready to defend his new master from this interloper's manipulative interferences.
Of course, it also helped that Fawkes hadn't been told to attack by said Master, so the phoenix kept his peace, but he would not keep it for long.
Not when his Master needed…no…deserved to know the full story behind his true glory and the ancient power that was now his to command.
'Soon, Master…soon we will be together. Light and Shadow, balanced always.'
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"You can speak Parseltongue, Harry…why?"
As Harry shook his head, a part of him still curious about what Fawkes' meaning had been behind what he'd done for the young Gryffindor, he was then pulled back to the present when Dumbledore went on, "It is because Lord Voldemort can speak Parseltongue."
Frowning in response, Harry saw Dumbledore's eyes look him up and down before, meeting the boy's gaze once more, the old man seemed to contemplate his words, even as he said them.
Although, when he said them to the curious-minded pre-teen standing before him, not even Albus Dumbledore had any idea about how his words would play a very big role in Harry's future, not to mention the great and terrible events that were about to follow that meeting.
"If I'm not mistaken, Harry; he transferred some of his powers to you, the night he gave you that scar."
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"Voldemort transferred some of his powers? To me?"
Even as Harry asked the question, he was dimly aware of a familiar dark instinct bubbling up inside of him; a feeling that slowly crept through his body, sneaking through his veins and arteries until it reached his heart. But, from there, as this feeling settled deep inside Harry's heart, it also moved up through his body until it reached his mind.
Once there, just like his heart, this dark instinct, born of whatever had happened to him down in the Chamber, became deeply-seated in his very being, filling Harry with a new purpose, a desire and a sensation of want…no…need that slowly paved the way forwards for him.
In ways nobody would come to suspect, not until it was already too late.
As this instinct, and all that came with it, rooted itself into Harry's mind, body and spirit, the young boy was dimly aware of his own voice speaking to Dumbledore, asking about Slytherin and how similar him and Riddle were.
On the inside, however, this dark sensation…this new Harry, had other ideas, 'Voldemort and I are nothing alike; he is weak, while I am strong. He thinks I'm just going to roll over and die? To hell with that.'
As Harry was dimly aware of Dumbledore saying something about actions and choices, the young wizard scoffed inwardly as he focused on the path that now lay out before him.
'Oh, what's that, Dumbledore? You think Voldemort gave me some of his powers that night in Godric's Hollow? Well, that's just too bad: because I don't want some of his powers…I want them all!"
And, even if he didn't quite understand the nature of this strange new darkness that seemed to have become part of him, there was one thing Harry did know and understood from that moment.
Whatever this new thing was, it was going to help him take all Voldemort's powers.
What was he going to do with them?
Well…that was the bit that destiny was just going to have to wait for, wasn't it?
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As Harry had his dark epiphany, his head suddenly snapped around when he heard the door to Dumbledore's office being opened from the outside.
To Harry's disdain, none other than Lucius Malfoy walked into the office, head held high and posture so straight and true that he looked as arrogant and self-important as ever; however, as Harry saw the blonde-haired aristocrat walk into the room, his eyes widened briefly when he caught a flash of cowering movement coming from the elder Malfoy's side.
"Dobby!" gasped Harry, barely able to keep the rage out of his voice as, instead, he seemed shocked by this development. "So this is your master? The family you serve is the Malfoys?"
"Mmm-hmm," whimpered Dobby, looking up to his master with fear and dread evident on his face.
"I'll deal with you later," sneered Lucius, earning another whimper from Dobby, while his choice of words made Harry feel both curious and a little surprised, as the way he said it almost seemed to suggest that Dobby had finally cracked and told his master everything he had done throughout the year in a bid to stop Harry staying/being at Hogwarts.
As the elder blonde approached Dumbledore's desk, Harry's eyes narrowed in dark contemplation as he wondered if there might be a way to use this strange, but surprising development to his advantage.
As he weighed his options and tried to think of an appropriate plan, Harry felt a flicker of inspiration pass through him before, to his amusement, a dark, deliciously-hilarious plan suddenly rose to the forefront of his mind.
One that, even with his cool, apathetic expression on his face for Lucius and Dumbledore to see, Harry couldn't resist feeling excited on the inside.
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"Well, let us hope that Mr Potter will always be around to save the day."
"Don't worry, I will be," muttered Harry, fixing Lucius with a stare that he hoped was able to match the icy, dark look that the elder Malfoy sent him as he made his opinion clear on Harry's role in saving Hogwarts and ending the threat to the Muggle-borns.
Harry, however, watched as Lucius dipped his head courteously to Dumbledore before he left, though not before he made a song-and-dance of kicking Dobby through the office and, judging by the screams of pain that came from the stairway outside, Harry guessed Lucius' punishment of the elf had only just begun.
"Git."
"Unfortunately, Harry, this is not the least of pains that a poor elf like that one experiences under their masters," said Dumbledore, earning a hum from Harry, while the old man quickly continued. "Even more unfortunately, even I could not stop this as that creature belongs to the Malfoy Family and, without their magic, he would rot away and die from all manner of magically-cursed illnesses."
"I see."
To Dumbledore's curiosity, Harry walked out of the office, closing the door behind him before, picking up the pace slightly, Harry ran down the stairs and into the corridor beyond, just in time to catch sight of Lucius several steps ahead of him.
'Showtime,' thought Harry, once again surrendering himself to the dark, powerful sensations of whatever had happened to him as he smiled thinly before, dropping the smile, he let his voice carry across the corridor.
"Lucius!"
Up ahead, Harry saw Lucius stop dead in his tracks, while Dobby looked somewhere between terrified and alarmed, even as he watched his blonde master turn to face the Boy-Who-Lived. When he did so, however, Lucius' eyes widened with a mixture of alarm, disbelief, wonder and even fear as he saw Harry walk up to him, slowly, purposefully and with no small amount of perfect pure-blood upbringing in his stride.
When he saw Lucius pale in fear and alarm at what he saw before him, Harry lifted a single finger and pushed it against his lips, shaking his head subtly before he pointed off to one side, indicating the desire to take their conversation somewhere more private.
Unsurprisingly, given what he saw before him, Lucius obeyed, though not before he grabbed Dobby and dragged him away, leading Harry into an empty classroom where, once the door was closed, Lucius sealed the room, throwing up many anti-eavesdropping charms and other privacy magics before, turning back to Harry, the blonde did the only thing he seemed to be capable of thinking of doing.
He took a single step forwards before he dropped to one knee, his head bowed before Harry – a gesture he wouldn't have made at any other time, were it not for the fact that he had seen his worst fear and greatest wish-both appear in front of him – as he addressed the twelve-year-old wizard.
"My…my Lord? Can…can it really be…is it actually you?"
"You tell me, my slippery friend," hissed Harry, who didn't need a mirror to know that his eyes were glowing blood-red, while he was, again, fighting the urge to drop his mask and piss himself laughing as he knew how Voldemort-esque he sounded with that hissing, icy drawl to his voice, not to mention the fact that Harry presented an air of dominance that Lucius had only seen around one person.
And that was his master, the Dark Lord Voldemort.
'I'm a fucking genius,' thought Harry, sniggering inwardly, even as he continued speaking to Lucius, keeping up the pretence of what Lucius thought was happening as he spoke to his servant with a cold hint of personal amusement in his voice. "After all, was it not you who took an item most-precious to me, pawed it off to a silly little girl and, in doing so, allowed me to regain my former power and greatness, while ensuring the cleansing of all the filthy Mudbloods in the world?"
Deep inside, Harry loathed having to use the M-word, seeing as how his Mother had been a Muggle-born – and one of the greatest, at that – but, from what he'd picked up on Slytherins over the past year, he figured even Tom wouldn't go against using the cursed word just to try and show how great he was.
Not that he was great, mind you, being a half-blood who had a Muggle Father; oh, how Harry loved the thought of how the pure-bloods would take that little titbit.
In the meantime, he sneered darkly as he looked down at Lucius, "Of course, what you could not have expected, hiding in the shadows like a coward while my true servants faced their punishments and relish my name even today. But you, Lucius, you could not have expected my power to seek out a new vessel; one that allows me to hide in plain sight and, at the same time, work with a little more tact than your pathetic attempt to one-up Arthur Weasley and his ilk."
"But…but…but my Lord…I did it all for you!"
"You did it for yourself!" snarled Harry, though, when he did so, he felt another glimmer of amusement pass through him when he saw Lucius flinch, as though fearing the dark power of the Dark Lord, which was only fitting. "You did it because that simpleton blood traitor made you look like a fool, and you are a fool, Lucius. Did you not think, for one second, that Lord Voldemort would ignore what you did? Or that you might escape punishment for taking such a treasure and letting it be put in the hands of my enemies? No! all you thought of was your own ego and yourself…and now, for the destruction of my treasure, you owe me a price, Lucius…one I will take out of you…starting with your son!"
"No, my Lord! Please! Please have mercy: not my son! Please, not Draco…"
Not Harry…please, not Harry…take me instead…please, not Harry…
Suddenly, Harry visibly flinched as a dim and distant ghost of a memory crossed his mind; a voice…a woman's voice, begging and pleading for his life to be spared, while she willingly gave up her own life for him.
'Mum?' thought Harry, blinking hard to keep the tears out of his eyes before he hissed, "Very well, Lucius…I shall spare your pathetic worm of a child…in exchange for one thing…"
"Anything, my Lord."
though he thought him insignificant; though, at the same time, he smiled where Lucius couldn't see him at how fun this was, toying with his…his prey,like a predator…like a snake toying with its food, while he continued in that same cold, maliciously edged voice.
"You will receive a message, courtesy of my host's beloved owl; when that message is delivered, you will come to me, Lucius. You will liberate me from the prison that fools like Dumbledore and, much worse, pathetic Muggles who think themselves better than all wizard kind, have locked me into. You will also see to it that my jailers are brought to your home, where I might thank them for their kindnesses; do this, Lucius, as well as opening your home, giving me your loyalty and caring for my vessel as though he were an honoured guest…do all these things, my slippery friend, and all shall be forgiven, understand?"
"Y-y-y-yes, my…my Lord; I…I thank you for your…"
"Oh, and one more thing," added Harry, speaking in such a way that it was almost like the idea had just hit him, as he pointed to the cowering elf next to Lucius, "Your servant; he will be mine now! Call it poetic repayment for the loss you have caused me."
Moments later, Lucius had freed Dobby, though not before Harry had the elf standing at his side.
When Dobby was at Harry's side, however, the young wizard felt another smile tug at his lips – not that Lucius could see – when he saw Dobby smile and even wink at him, as though he knew Harry was playing a hilarious prank on the blonde prat.
"Now…go…and wait for my owl…oh, and don't even think of betraying my trust again, Lucius…remember, I can still get to Draco, and, if you warn him of my wrath, I assure you, neither of you will see it coming."
Obeying his Lord's command, Lucius unsealed the room before he vanished, fleeing from Hogwarts like demons fleeing the holy.
As for Harry, he allowed his power to relax, returning his red eyes to green and his evil demeanour to a less-cold one as he looked down at Dobby, folding his arms in a curious, smug manner.
"Now, my pointy-eared saboteur…we need to have a little chat about obeying your Master…but that can wait till later. Leave." Harry commanded.
The elf nodded, fearfully and vanished in a soft pop. Harry opened the door of the classroom only to come face to chest with a figure wearing a black shirt.
Harry stepped back and looked at the figure. It was an older boy, about sixteen or seventeen, if he were to guess. With a bronzed skin tone, broad shoulders covered by a muggle black short sleeved shirt and black jeans that hugged his hips. The teen had black hair a bit longer than Harry's but with deep red and gold lowlights. His eyes were what caught Harry. It seemed as if burning fire was caught in his eyes.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to run into you." Harry said with a slight blush.
The teen grinned showing off white teeth. "It's okay. I'm Kai. I just transferred to Hogwarts. I'm in my fourth year starting in September. I'm in the Lion House. I think the old man, I met said it was named Gryffindor." Kai explained.
"I'm Harry Potter. Gryffindor second year. If you want I can show you the Tower." Harry replied.
"Sure. If you need anything at all, be it protection from anyone inside or out of the castle or even just an ear to talk to I'm here to help." Kai said.
"Thank you." Harry replied as he looked at his watch which said that it was almost curfew.
"We need to get back to the Tower. It's almost curfew." Harry said as he ran down the hall not noticing that Kai didn't follow him.
Kai looked on at Harry running down the hall and smirked, eyes glittering with an inner fire. 'Hope to see you soon, Master.' Kai thought as he was enveloped in fire and vanished.
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Oh dear, seems like things are about to heat up.
Just who is Kai?
What is Fawkes' secret?
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Next Time...
Chapter II: A Summer of Discovery
Harry begins to go through some changes. Both physical and magical as he discovers and trains his newfound power and begins to dream of a certain older Gryffindor.
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