Death Wish: The Fall of Olympus
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Key Pairing: Evil Harry/Harem
Other Pairings: To be determined
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"Who are you?" asked Harry icily, his eyes burning with renewed strength and purpose, "And, since I don't need to be as thick as my so-called best mate or the human bookends in Slytherin to know what you're offering, tell me…friend…how can I go back and fuck them all up?"
An amused chuckle filled Harry's ears, before the voice identified themselves for who they truly were.
'My name is Chaos, Harry James Potter, the Father of All, Creator and Destroyer, Lord of the Void and the Prime Divine…and I wish to make you an offer that, in the end, will serve both our purposes…but on your terms…'
BOOK ONE: HERE WE ARE NOW, ENTERTAIN US!
Chapter 2: Did You Miss Me? I Guess Not!
As soon as the dragon's jaws began making quick, bloody, but short work of the heavily-marinated corpse of the Fourth Champion, the entire arena fell silent, mostly with horror, disbelief and even abject terror, while some looked down at the spectacle with a glint of delight, if not satisfaction and even greed and ego.
However, there was one thing all of them could agree on saying, even if only in their own way.
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"He…he's…he's dead!" gasped Hermione Granger, tears starting to form in her eyes as she silently berated, not only herself, but those who'd been so stupid and dim-witted as to think that Harry meant it when he'd said he was ready to go and that he was a Champion just so he could die.
This, Hermione knew, was a direct quote from Harry himself to that overdressed slapper, Rita Skeeter.
How she'd even been convinced by the Fourth Champion to give an exact quote and not put her own creative flair on it, nobody knew.
And now, all they could do was stare.
And all Hermione could do was weep.
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"He's dead!"
For the first time in forever, Severus Snape was willing to break character and punch the air, cheering and laughing jovially as he watched the son of the scourge of his existence being turned into the obnoxiously-arrogant, lazy pile of shit that he, Severus, had always known he was.
At last, his beloved Lily was avenged.
At last, the world was right.
No more Potter…
No more Potters?
No More Potters!
Ah, how he wished he could do like those slovenly troublemakers who – blergh – actually idolised the arrogant bastard's deadbeat Dad and his ilk.
How he wished he could chant it to the heavens that, finally, after all his years of suffering, Severus was free of the Potters.
Now, all that remained was to meet his precious Lily in the afterlife, if not ask his Lord and Master to resurrect her using Necromancy.
After all, without Potter – either Potter – to ruin it for him, Severus could make damn sure that the next bump in Lily's belly was carrying one name.
Snape!
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"He's dead? But…but he's the Boy-Who-Lived?"
Apparently not, Ronald Weasley.
And yet, the only thing the redhead could do was look around with a leering, hungry eye.
"Now who am I supposed to mooch off of?"
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"He's dead?"
No.
This…this wasn't possible…Harry wasn't meant to die yet!
Tom hadn't even managed to regain his body, much less break Harry's mind, body and spirit beyond recompense.
How on Earth was he supposed to become a mortal God and rule the magical world as was his right, if the stupid little pawn died before anything was even able to start?
As Albus Dumbledore fumed at the injustice of how Fate was clearly being a bitch with him, his eyes suddenly lit up as he smiled to himself, masking it perfectly behind his horrified grandfatherly persona.
If he couldn't make this right, maybe he should take a leaf out of the book of one of his students.
Maybe he should make sure his Father heard about this…
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"He's dead…he's dead…he's dead…he's dead…he's dead…he's dead…"
Like the world's most-depressing chant, the cries filled the arena as everyone, from Dragon Tamers to Headmasters and even the honoured guests from the Ministry, all repeated the same two words over and over. Some people wept, others vomited, one or two snorted into their fists and bit their tongues to stop themselves roaring with laughter while, here and there, many people stared at the arena in abject disbelief, as though they hoped and even prayed that this was all some sad joke.
One that Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived, Gryffindor Prince and Master Seeker, was going to spring on them any moment now.
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The dragon chowed down, savouring the rich, meaty taste of the flesh that filled her mouth, before she swallowed it down into her belly and resumed destroying the corpse.
Oh, how she had missed the rich taste of human flesh; one that she had sorely hoped and prayed to the heavenly divines she would be able to share with her children, letting them help her and all their kind remind these pathetic meat-snacks of their true place in the food chain. After all, humans were weak, whereas dragons were strong: they were the Apex Predators of All of Nature and nothing…absolutely nothing topped them.
"So, tell me…"
Suddenly, the dragon's whole body gave a funny jolt, accompanied by a primal, ancient-ingrained sense of fear that rocked her to her very core.
"…and, please, dear lady, be honest…"
With trembling legs, which was unusual for a dragon, the beast looked up.
And emerald-green death looked back at her…
"Did you enjoy your last meal?
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"So, tell me, and please, dear lady, be honest…"
Silence.
Disbelief.
Fear.
Outrage.
Denial.
Relief.
All these feelings and a whole lot more filled the arena as the spectators, young and old, school and honoured guest all heard the mocking drawl of a voice that, pretty much, every soul there believed they might never hear again.
As one voice, figuratively-speaking, they all turned to the arena, just in time to see the dragon quake and quiver in fear as it looked up at the lone shadow of a figure that stood – or rather, leaned against the edge of the dragon's nest in a casual, almost-mocking, if not bored manner – before her, his emerald-green eyes shining like two miniature supernovas while his smile could have put both the Grinch and the Cheshire Cat to shame as he waved mockingly.
"Did you enjoy your last meal?" asked Harry James Potter, straightening up before he smiled like a whole shiver of sharks smelling blood in the water, all at the same time, primarily because the seas themselves had turned to blood, riling up the deadly predators' bloodlust, as well their carnivorous appetites, and making them feel one thing and one thing only.
Hungry!
"HARRY!"
"HARRY?"
"POTTER?"
"POTTER!"
"POTTER? NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!"
"HEY!" Roared Harry suddenly, his voice booming like thunder as he turned his gaze on the crowd before he scoffed as he demanded, "CAN YOU SNIVELLING, WET BUNCH OF TRAITORS, ESPECIALLY KING SNIVELLUS AND HIS DEADBEAT BOSS WITH THE TWINKLY EYE COMPLEX PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UP? I'M TRYING TO SOUND FUCKING BADASS DOWN HERE, THANK YOU VERY MUCH!"
A wave of silence filled the arena, while Harry cleared his throat as he turned back to the dragon, "There we are…a little bit of hush! Now, where was I? Oh yes, I was about to ask you why you would probably want to ask me why I say that pretty handsome, if not poor, unfortunate soul of dragon bait there was your last meal?"
Here, Harry straightened up before he walked towards the dragon, who backed away from the masticated remains that it had been feeding on, keening in fear and terror as she bowed her head and folded her wings in a dragon-like sign of universal submission. She even nosed the ground and lowered her eyes in defeat as the green-eyed Apex Predator advanced on her with a sinister smile.
"Oh no, Mumsy Dearest…no, I'm afraid you don't get to beg like the mutt he is!" argued Harry, gesturing to a purple-faced Snivellus, who, for some reason, found his voice and his one-track-minded opinions neither wanted nor needed, judging by how he couldn't even bring himself to think them, much less say them.
Harry, meanwhile, reached the dragon as he laughed in a cold, menacing way before he patted her head, making the whole dragon flinch in terror as he remarked, "No, you see, you're just the appetiser…and soon, I'll be savouring the main course…but first, I think a little discipline is needed; fuck knows this walk-in slaughterhouse could use some! So, for starters…get up!"
To the shock of the spectators, the dragon obeyed without question, her body now stiff and tense, instead of cowering and whimpering.
"Good Mumsy," drawled Harry, snapping his fingers as he added, "But I don't much feel like being in your shadow, so how's about you bow your head and let me climb up on top of you like a good little dragon whore?"
Again, nobody could believe what they were seeing – much less what they were hearing – as the dragon again obeyed Harry, bowing her head low so he could clamber up and stand atop her head, right between her eyes and the horns atop her head. Once he was perfectly stood there, Harry wrapped a hand around one of the horns before, with his free hand, he indicated for the dragon to rise, which she did.
"Good girl," drawled Harry, scuffing his shoe on the head of the dragon, as though he was using his foot to pet her, while he added, "Maybe I won't end your existence here and now, after all. No…instead, I think it's high time somebody else felt the pain, misery, loss and heartache I've had to keep locked up inside of me all these years! So, for starters: see that golden egg, Mumsy?"
The dragon growled obediently.
"Eat it!"
"HARRY, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE…"
Before Dumbledore could finish, the ominous sound of crunching filled the arena for the second time as the Horntail not only managed to fit the whole egg in her maw, but she also demonstrated the power of her jaws for all to see as she chewed up the egg like it was made of taffy. Then, with an almost-humorous, audible gulp, she swallowed the egg and licked her lips for emphasis, earning another kicking-pet from Harry as he smiled down at her.
"Good girl, Mumsy…now, with the dull part out of the way, let's get onto the main event: you've eaten a golden egg appetiser…now have the main course; and there's plenty of them!"
"No!" cried Hermione, earning a scoff from Harry, even as the Horntail also growled in pleading, "Harry, you can't! they…they're innocent!"
"SO WAS I!" Roared Harry, though his argument seemed to be emphasised by a clap of thunder, which was followed by a torrential downpour, which started to soak the whole arena, as Harry snarled, "I was innocent, and nobody, certainly not Mr Twinkles there or his Death Eater lover, much less Miss House is Like Your Family gave a flying fuck about me! No, it was always: oh, look, another life-or-death problem. Don't worry; we'll send Professor Dumble-DORK on a long vacation and Harry Potter can solve it all for us. Meanwhile, we'll relax, fap off a bit, maybe have a martini or two in our ivory towers; there's nothing to worry about here, not as long as Harry Potter is there to do the hard stuff!"
As the Horntail quivered again, Harry kicked her hard as he snapped, "As for you, Beastie: I said eat! Do it…or else!"
With shaky steps, and more pleading, almost-begging snarls and roars, the Horntail advanced on her nest, while Harry turned to face the crowd as he explained, "But then, whenever I managed to be something…do something you lot didn't like, suddenly, I'm a pariah…I'm The Seeker! Do you remember those words, Angelina? Alicia? Katie? Gred? Forge? They were yours, undoubtedly on the word of another obsessive dick who was clearly overcompensating! And when I wasn't The Seeker, I was the guy who wanted all Mudbloods and Losers to burn and die: hello? My own fucking Mother was a damn Muggle-born, and the only one I refuse to even think about when using that phrase, which I now understand is oddly appropriate because, as is clear by my own personal paparazzi, the idiot in Hufflepuff who never even thanked me for saving his worthless hide, not that any of you did, or, and this one's my favourite, Miss I CAN TIME TRAVEL FOR BLOODY LESSONS BECAUSE THAT'S IMPORTANT!"
Hermione soon found herself the focus of everyone's attention, while Harry kicked hard at the dragon, stopping her dead, her head now hanging over her defenceless eggs, while Harry looked again to the crowd as he continued laying into them.
"As is clear from you lot, I now understand what that phrase really means; it means you ass-backwards humans will never understand this world, because you would rather bastardise and infect it with your nonsense! And when one of you comes along and aims to embrace our world and all its glory, what do you do? You sneer at her, turn your back and declare the handsome, puerile son of a bitch who loved and worshipped her a blood traitor and an enemy to that hypocritical ASS-CLOWN known as Lord Anagram!"
A few Darksiders shifted in their seats, almost as though they intended to argue against Harry's point, but, much like Snivellus, all of them found themselves semi-permanently fixed in place, unable to do anything, but listen as Harry James Potter's last nerve snapped like a rubber band.
"In the meantime, the rest of you, especially you, Miss Spewing Up My Guts, all wriggle around in the mud, begging for us to help you, so you think you can become part of our world? What is this, the Little Mermaid? Well, sorry Ariel: but you, and the rest of these poor unfortunate souls, have just lost your citizenship rights! So do you know what that leaves you? Mudbloods! Blood traitors! Scum beneath my boots!"
"Merlin's beard!" exclaimed Ludo Bagman, earning a scoff from Harry, "The poor boy's snapped: he's as crazy as Lestrange!"
"I take that as a compliment, coming from a degenerate gambler like you, Bag Man!" argued Harry, emphasising the two parts of the man's name as he remarked, "Also, of course I snapped: why else do you think I arranged for my name, aka the name of the only British Wizard who is capable of putting on a clinic worthy of the phrase entertainment and showing our guests from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang a damn good time?"
"So…so you did put your name in?" asked Ron.
"Duh!" remarked Harry, slurring his words in a dumb-sounding manner as he asked, "Is that not what I just said, Wonniekins? Should I get Mummy to send you a Howler so you can hear me better? Besides, as I'm sure any smart fourth year…so, in other words, not Ronald Weasley, will recall: I threw off the Imperius like I was swatting a fly, survived Dementors like they were just annoying gnats, beat the Avada Kedavra Curse in dirty nappies and, oh yes, also managed to slay a nearly-one-thousand-year-old Basilisk to save the life of a semi-interesting little girl!"
Here, Harry smiled wolfishly as he directed his next words to Dumbledore himself.
"I mean, come on: I just spent three years doing stuff that Mr Great Man, Albus Dumble-douche couldn't be arsed to do, despite all his so-called power; do you really think it's beyond my power to cheat an Age Line and make sure you all have a really fun year watching me rip seven acres of shit out of the finest school of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the World, provided that world is limited to the rose-coloured glasses of its twinkly-eyed master and his Death Eater harem?"
While a few people cried out in apparent defence of Dumbledore, Harry coughed once before he looked down, "Now, speaking of doing things he can't…I believe you, you big, ugly, scaly murderess, were about to have your kids for a little family dinner?"
"NO!"
"YOU CAN'T!"
"THEY'RE INNOCENT!"
"WHY ISN'T HE DISQUALIFIED?"
"Oh, I can field that question for you, Seamus," drawled Harry, looking to the hot-blooded Irishman, "Because, unlike the fickle, ass-backwards world of rapists, murderers and traitors…oh and the Muggle World too, actually, this isn't the sort of contest you can be disqualified from. To even try and do so…well, let's just say you might want to invest in a lot of brown pants, because after Magic is done with you for trying to deceive her again, you're going to need it! Now…Eat!"
The Horntail roared in protest.
"I said eat!"
Her jaws opened shakily.
"Eat!"
The beast whimpered, shedding actual tears.
"EAT!"
Suddenly, the arena exploded, earning screams of horror from the crowd as, one by one, the eggs in the nest all exploded en masse, resulting in a mass horde of fully-grown dragons, all of which flew up like a murmur of starlings, before they dived down again, jaws parted, claws outstretched, eyes blazing with one emotion.
Hunger!
As Harry leapt off of the dragon's head, each and every one of her apparent children descended on their Mother, ripping into her with their claws, chomping her up piece by piece with their fangs, shredding her apart with their talons and even burning her up, inside and out, before gorging on the cooked meats with their fires.
As horrifying as that was, it was nothing compared to the sight of one of the dragons pushing through the ravenous horde where, to the shock of the spectators, the lone dragon opened her jaws and dropped a fully-formed golden egg right into Harry's hands.
"Oh! Thank you, I was wondering what happened to this…hey, do you want to stay with me, little one?"
The dragon roared in response, before she nuzzled Harry's free hand, earning a soft laugh from Harry as he petted her between her horns.
"Such a lovely shade of red on your head…and your eyes…I swear they look green…hey, I know; I'll call you Lily…what do you think, my girl?"
Again, the dragon roared in response, earning a soft chuckle from Harry as he petted her.
"Well, come on then, Lily-love; with my egg retrieved and your brothers and sisters feasting like kings and queens, I suppose the only thing left to do is go over to the tent so we can face the rabble and then…who knows? Maybe a little more fun when I'm all on my own again, what do you think?"
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As Harry walked away with his apparently-new dragon friend, Lily, at his side, he had no idea of the wide range of reactions his actions caused…
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'How…how is he this powerful? It…it's not possible!'
Once again, the only answer Dumbledore found himself thinking about was one made famous by a certain blond.
Wait until his Father heard about this…
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'He's psychotic! Why? Did…did the Goblet do it to him? And what did he mean insulting Professor Dumbledore's magic? I thought he didn't want to be in the Tournament?'
Obviously, Hermione knew where the answers would be found.
To the Library!
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'Potter's alive? And…and he dares usurp my love's name on a beast?'
Oh Snivellus…
To quote a colleague of yours.
Oh dear, you are in trouble…
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'Merde!'
Fleur Delacour could not believe what she was feeling as she watched the boy she herself had dubbed a little boy walk back into the tent, his egg tucked under his arm while his free hand petted the head and flank of a dragon, who seemed to snake her head in front of him, if only to ward off any who might have ill intentions.
And yet, when Fleur looked at the little boy, she saw many things…and felt many things too.
Chief among them being an overwhelming surge of desire, coupled with a spark that lit up inside of her; one that her Maman had told her about time and time again, but Fleur had never believed she would be able to experience it.
And yet, now, as she saw those eyes, his grandeur, his power and his confidence, Fleur could not deny it.
Her body…her instincts…her magic…her very core…her heart…her soul…
All of her was screaming for her common sense side to do nothing further to antagonise the God that walked before her, his body radiating power, confidence and strength, all of which made Fleur's legs tremble as he sneered at her, like he believed she was as low down on the totem pole as she had believed he was.
And yet, all she could do was lower her eyes, while she scrunched her hands together nervously.
'Please…please, oh Mother of Magic…please allow me the chance to…to earn his forgiveness…so I might show him that I only wish to please him now…as my mate…my Lord…my Maître…oh please…if there is truly a God…please, help me find a way to be of use to him…'
Chapter 2 and, blimey, talk about coming back with a bang: Harry is definitely different now, but what might this have to do with whatever happened in that Other Place, and what may or may not be next for the Godlike Champion?
Also, given their pasts, will Harry allow Fleur to please him and be of use to him, whatever that means, and, even if he does, how will this affect whatever his goals may be in the long run?
Keep Reading to Find Out
Next Chapter: Harry deals with the flock, only to remind them all what happens when they allow a wolf to hide amongst them; and, speaking of wolves, Harry has a very interesting encounter with a face from his past…as well as one from his future…
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AN: Portrayal
Ludo Bagman: Jeffrey Dean Morgan
AN2: Books
Also, in case you haven't yet noticed, I have now decided to split this story down into 'books' that will allow me to focus on certain ideas at a time and save more stuff for a bit later.
How do I plan on doing this to a Harry who is basically a God, I hear you ask?
AH!
Keep reading to find out...