O Death: 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: The Demon In Me Response: When Lord Voldemort was destroyed, the world celebrated the rise of their Saviour, Harry James Potter! They probably should have made a wish for Voldemort not to die: compared to what Harry has become, Tom is a rank amateur of Evil!
Challenge Information: DZ2's 'The Demon In Me' Challenge: Harry Potter cheated Death and became the Boy-Who-Lived: Saviour to the Masses, worshipped, adored, feared, hated and loved all round, depending on who you talked to. However, what nobody knows is that the real reason Harry became so loved and hated is because, beneath the black hair, behind the green eyes and within the lightning-bolt scar, a truly evil power slumbers, waiting to be released and bring Nine Circles to the Mortals!
Rules: Evil Harry ONLY
OP/Godlike Harry ONLY
When the story starts is up to you, but it MUST begin with Harry being driven to breaking point and then past it
When he breaks, Harry's scar seems to crack and splinter on his forehead, causing him far worse pain than anything Voldemort could manage
As a result, a powerful, malevolent force of truly Dark/Black Magic is unleashed, transforming Harry's body from weak and unappreciated into all-powerful, demonic, bloodthirsty and willing to take no crap from anyone, least of all anyone weak, pathetic and, above all else, human!
When the force is done dealing with whatever caused Harry to snap, it reverts back to human form, only now, it's this force that controls Harry, whereas Harry himself is no more: he has been consumed/destroyed/vanquished/surrendered to this dark force, and CANNOT return to his own body/control the body or powers for any reason
The new Harry MUST be capable of surviving the Killing Curse, as easily as swatting a fly
How the new Harry either hides in plain sight or just plain toys with the mortals is up to you, but he has one endgame: ruling them!
What New-Harry is actually called is up to you, but, until he decides to reveal himself in full, only his servants/slaves and/or his allies/lovers can use his true name
All pairings are welcome
Guidelines: Crossovers
Immortal-New-Harry
Snapped/Insane New-Harry
There are other demonic forces that sense New-Harry's rising/return and pledge themselves to him
New-Harry indulges in some sick-and-twisted habits (e.g. cannibalism, drinking blood, human sacrifices, eating souls, torture etc.)
When he realises what Harry has become, Tom attempts to placate the possibility of him being destroyed by offering to serve New-Harry
New-Harry keeps certain demonic features in his human form (e.g. fangs, differently-coloured eyes, markings, claws, horns etc.)
When New-Harry is released, his antithesis - his opposite - is awoken/returned/called out to try and stop him
The Harry of old still exists inside New-Harry's mind/soul/stomach/other, but he doesn't care what happens outside of his haven, nor does he care that a demon has taken him over and intends to bring the Apocalypse, or worse, to the Mortal Plane
At least once, New-Harry opens portals/gates/doorways to the Demon Dimension/Netherworld/Underworld/whatever you want to call it
New-Harry is Harry right from the start (as in right from the night he 'survived' the Killing Curse)
Slash
Harems
New-Harry/Multi
Dark races pledge to side with New-Harry
New-Harry acquires a dark-natured familiar
A dark foreboding speaks of the New-Harry's resurrection
Forbidden: Light, Grey or Dark/Lesser-Evil Harry
Weak Harry
Old-Harry regaining his body (if he isn't destroyed or consumed, he's surrendered or something else)
Anyone getting New-Harry to return to what he used to be
The Killing Curse working on New-Harry
New-Harry NOT having an alternate/true form
New-Harry serving/being lesser to ANYONE!
Other than that, it's up to you…
Author's Note: So, the dark night is a month away, but, already, the madness is spreading and Evil is taking root inside of me…
JUST THE WAY I LIKE IT!
Anyway, here we have a hilariously-fun, amazingly-evil piece that really takes me back to what I love most about fanfiction, so…
Let Madness Reign Supreme
Recommended Reads: Lord Thanatos by Scarlette-Moon-Howl, Harry Potter: Lord of Darkness by AngelSlayer135, Darkness Is My Ally by DZ2, Dakaath: Prince of Darkness by LT2000, Harry's Madness by SilverLocke980, Kill me if you can by PercyPendragon3, Dark Lord Potter and Silver King by JustBored21, The Young Lord by SlytherinDarkHarry, Harry Potter: The Apex God by spartankiller117, Worthy of Magic by Raul Fictitious, Path to Power by sirius009 and Harry Potter and the Riders of the Apocalypse by HunterBerserkerWolf
Key Pairing: Evil Harry/Harem
Other Pairings: To be determined
Normal Speech
'Thoughts'
'Mental Speech'
/Parseltongue/
Chapter 1: On Wings of Darkness, I Fly
Some say that when the Dark Lord Voldemort was vanquished, on the darkest night of the year, Halloween, also known as Samhain, at the exact moment that the calm silence of the dark night was broken by the screams of the Dark Lord as his body was rendered to naught but ashes and vapours, all throughout the town, every light, every twinkle, every flickering flame and every whisper of luminescence suddenly exploded, shattering into perpetual darkness.
Street lamps and lanterns exploded, showering the floor in glass and burned-out husks of electrical and wax origins, while candles, candelabra and even chandeliers were reduced to blacked-out scraps.
Even the stars seemed to vanish behind the dark wave that filled the village, as though some great and terrible demon of pure darkness, born and hewn from the very bowels of Hades, had suddenly risen up and walked across the surface of the Earth.
Curiously, however, thirteen minutes later, light suddenly bloomed again, including in the once-broken lights and lanterns.
And all was, as it should be, peaceful, calm, serene.
Even though this was also the night where the magical world would rejoice with the falling of Lord Voldemort.
And the rising of Harry James Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, Hero and Saviour of Magical Britain.
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Thirteen minutes.
Thirteen minutes of perpetual darkness, too black to pierce, no matter how bright the light.
It was all over…in just thirteen minutes…
And, after the thirteenth minute, it all began…
Again!
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"Albus! I've watched these people all day; they're the worst sort of Muggles imaginable…they really are…"
"They are the only family he has," argued Albus Dumbledore, his tone suggesting that this topic was neither wanted, nor needed to be up for any further discussion and that, as she had done for such a long time now, his old friend, his colleague and his steadfast loyalist, Minerva McGonagall, should just trust in his judgment.
Anything was better than her figuring out Albus' true intentions.
"This boy will be famous…there won't be a child in our world who doesn't know his name…"
"Exactly," replied Dumbledore, a part of him wishing that his subordinate would stop questioning him. "He's far better off growing up away from all of that…until he is ready…"
Ah, but did he say what the boy would be ready for?
Of course, he didn't.
Nobody, but him needed to know that and, besides…
It was all for the Greater Good.
As Dumbledore set a blanket-wrapped bundle, containing a sleeping infant, on the doorstep of Number Four, Privet Drive, he tucked a small letter into the folds of the blanket before he looked down at the infant.
So calm.
So peaceful.
So curious a thing was he, especially with that marking upon his brow.
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At first, it had looked like a lightning bolt, or so Albus had assumed, but now, curiously, it seemed to have grown an extra prong on the bolt, making it look more like a triskelion, which was comprised entirely of three interlocking lightning bolts.
Then, even more-curiously, if not a little spooky and just a bit unnerving – at least to Dumbledore, it was so – was the fact that…whatever had happened in Godric's Hollow seemed to have had a secondary effect on the little boy.
Instead of a small mop of unruly black hair, something about whatever force had transformed this lonely child orphan into the Boy-Who-Lived – as Albus knew was already circulating as the moniker Harry would bear – had caused his hair to turn whiter than freshly-fallen snow. It was still wild and unruly, and would still be cursed to be that way thanks to the Potter genes, but now…such a pure, unblemished, fear-spawned, dark-magic-originated shade of white!
White like Good Magic.
White like Dumbledore!
What did that mean?
Whatever it meant, Albus knew one truth.
He had to ensure Harry didn't become too powerful, too independent or too individually-focused, instead needing to rely on those who offered him love where, in other times, he wouldn't have even a second of it.
And, despite the protests of his underlings, Dumbledore knew that Harry would be moulded into the perfect little follower, eager for love, familiarity and friendship, having spent the next ten years being beaten down, ignored, abused, neglected and, generally, treated like he was the most-unclean thing on the surface of the planet.
Such was the beauty of having a magic-hating Muggle as his only living relative…
And, of course, it was all for the Greater Good.
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"Good luck…Harry Potter!"
With those last words, Dumbledore left the infant on the doorstep, like it was an unwanted package, before he vanished from Little Whinging with Minerva and Rubeus in tow, though not before remembering to return all light and life to the street with his Deluminator.
However, just thirteen seconds after Dumbledore vanished with his loyal followers, a wave of oddly-familiar Darkness suddenly swept across the street, once again eliminating all light from the street, even that, which was said to dwell in the houses. Nightlights and glowing digits of clocks and other such sleep aids suddenly plunged the street into pure darkness before, as it had done in Godric's Hollow, so too did the darkness now sweep its way along the street, shattering the lamps and, seemingly, devouring the light within, replacing it with the comforts and sanctuaries of the Dark World to which it truly belonged.
As this darkness reached Number Four's doorstep, the lights around the house were, similarly, destroyed and consumed by the shadows of this malefic force that had swooped in on the Muggle neighbourhood on wings of night so thick, not even a pinprick of light could have pierced it.
Or so they thought…
For as the darkness swallowed up Privet Drive, on the doorstep of Number Four, two evil golden-coloured pinpricks of light suddenly pierced the black veil of eternal shadows, accompanied by a low, almost-rumbling laugh, which seemed to resonate all along the street, making the darkness tremble, like a loyal pet awaiting its Master's commands.
Then, in the darkness of the street, as the shadows nourished its hunger for their obscuring embrace, a cold, dark voice, so eerily-cold and malefic in its tone that it might as well have frozen the very air with each syllable, whispered to the night.
"Foolish human…if you only knew…what you have just given these mortals…"
Then, as had been the case in Godric's Hollow, thirteen seconds after the darkness consumed Privet Drive, light burned brightly once again.
Highlighting the emerald-green eyes of Harry James Potter as he smiled cruelly, before closing said eyes and returning to the welcome embrace of dreams and whatever it was that he may have desired at that moment.
Wow, talk about chilling…maybe even with a capital C, eh?
It looks like something that is True Darkness has descended on Little Whinging, but…what does it want?
Also, what does it have to do, if anything, with our young hero?
Keep Reading to Find Out
Next Chapter: Harry James Potter grows up in Little Whinging, but if you think he's being abused, downtrodden and made into a martyr who might as well be wearing a kill me sign around his neck…boy! Are you in for a surprise?
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AN: Portrayal
Albus Dumbledore: Michael Gambon