Death Wish: The Fall of Olympus
Disclaimer/Plot/Challenge Information/Author's Note: SEE FIRST CHAPTER
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Key Pairing: Evil Harry/Harem
Other Pairings: To be determined
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'Mental Speech'
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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…'
BOOK ONE: Here We Are Now, Entertain Us!
Chapter 3: A Wolf Of A Different Colour
"POTTER!"
"And, right on cue, here comes Snivellus Snape to fuck up my day," drawled Harry, sitting on the medical bed in the Champions' Tent, the head of his new dragon companion, Lily, resting in his lap, while Harry looked up to see the aforementioned greaseball, as well as the Heads of the Schools, Bagman, Crouch and, for some unknown, random, don't-know-why reason, even Ron and Hermione, both of whom had horrified, suspicious looks on their faces.
As the group neared him, however, Harry smiled when Lily turned and roared loudly, making all of them jump back, even Dumbledore, before Harry scoffed, "Now, now, Lily; play nicely…and careful where you point that thing, baby girl. After all, grease, hypocrisy and lemon-scented lube is very flammable these days…so I hear, anyway."
"Shut your mouth, Potter!" snapped Snivellus, earning a scoff from Harry as he closed his mouth tightly.
"Mmmmpfh-mmmfpfpfh-mmmmfifphfh!"
"What?" asked Snivellus.
"Mmmpfh-mmmmpfhfpfh-mmmmmpofhf-mmmmpfhff…"
"Potter, what are you doing?"
"Mmmm…" said Harry before, seeing the delusional look in Snivellus' eyes, he sighed softly as he opened his mouth again, "Well, as I was saying, Snivellus: you did tell me to shut my mouth and, well, you then asked me what I was doing, so, as I said, I was only doing as I was told, even by a guy who gives Professor a worse meaning than Lockhart and Binns combined…so, if you're going to interrogate me, Snivellus, watch what you say. Otherwise, as a wise man once said: why don't you just run along and play with your chemistry set?"
Naturally, Snivellus chose not to listen as he went for his wand…
Though not before a burst of fire flew from Lily's maw, the flames an oddly-convenient, if not humorous-looking shade of emerald-green – similar to the colour of Harry's eyes and the namesake of the dragon – cutting Snivellus and the Nanny Squad off before any of them could get any closer or raise their wands, or voices, to challenge Harry.
"Lily…" drawled Harry, tutting disapprovingly as he gently petted his dragon's snout, "We don't harm one of our own…even when they're as pathetic as Snivellus, as predictable as Dumble-douche, as dour-faced and useless as Weaselby or as looming, overcompensating and probably wanting to smash Hogwarts while crowing fee-fi-fo-fum like Maximus up there!"
"Ow dare you…"
"Um, hello? Harry Potter, daring, arrogant, overly-brilliant, handsome, puerile son of the Master of Disaster, James Potter; you do know who the fuck I am, don't you, BUG?"
"What ees zis B-OOO-G, Dumbly-dorr? 'Ow dare you allow your leetle boy…"
"Oh, sure," drawled Harry, indicating the nearby spot where a stunned-looking Fleur seemed to be enraptured, not only by the stones on the Fourht Champion, but also the power at his command, as Harry added, "I'm the leetle boy…isn't that what your trollop over there said to Miss Skeeter? Whereas Mr Broom Rider there is a world-famous dick with a very little one, and the sparkly teen vampire batman there is Mr Glamorous…but me? As in the same guy whose fought kid-eating Basilisks, soul-rending Dementors, bloodthirsty werewolves and worse…and all before I was fourteen? Yeah, so, what…you're saying I'm the leetle boy? Please, BUG…and that's Big, Ugly Giantess, btw; don't waste the humans' oxygen by opening your mouth, unless it's to roar like a freak of nature chasing other leetle boys down a beanstalk!"
"Dumbly-dorr!"
"So, apparently, it doesn't have a wand?" asked Harry casually, rising from the bed as he scoffed, "Let me guess, Dumbly-dorrr…it has a nice, flowery yellow umbrella that you conveniently let it have because you're such a great man? Mind you, with her size and the way that your oaf of an inbreed would rather shove his umbrella into her umbrella stand, I think I speak for everybody here when I say…ewww!"
"Why you…"
Before Madame Maxime could say another word, however, her eyes widened when, to Harry's amusement and the giantess' disbelief, her own Champion, Fleur Delacour, put herself between Harry and her High Mistress. As Harry watched in dark amusement, Fleur started rattling off a string of French expressions and remarks that, mostly thanks to her furious expression and the way her hands seemed to be smouldering, as though she was holding back the fire within, Harry didn't need to translate to know what she was trying to say.
"Fuck me, Miss Delacour; do you kiss your Mother with that mouth?" asked Harry, earning a low titter that, surprisingly, came from Fleur herself.
"Je suis desole," said the Beauxbatons Champion, earning a shrug from Harry, while Fleur looked back to him as she added, "I cannot…uh…'ow you say…in good…um…"
"Here, let me help you," said Harry, reaching forwards before, to Fleur's shock, he traced his finger all along her throat, making her body shiver and shudder while, at the same time, Harry lifted his fingers up her face, tapping her lips, her chin, her nose and, finally, her forehead before, pulling his hand away, Harry asked, "There, is that better?"
"It is," said Fleur, her voice dim and distant as she looked back to Madame Maxime before she added, in perfect English, "Now, you stay away from him, you big, overcompensating monster! I know the only reason you had me enter the Tournament was because you wanted to teach these Brits that we of Creature blood are more than just a pretty face…"
"Well, you certainly are, Miss Delacour," agreed Harry, wondering when, exactly, the Galleon would drop for Fleur as he saw her blush before she continued laying into her Headmistress.
"But I will not allow you to lay so much as one ugly, warty finger on him, just because he does not do like the rest of these hormonal little boys and fall at my feet, allowing you to feel special because your Champion is the centre of attention. Furthermore, what is this Death Eater doing in the tent, especially around him? Are you British so corrupt that you're going to allow not one, but two of your pathetically-named Lord Voldemort's forces to murder a Champion?"
"Meh, they probably bribed Bagman, seeing as how he owes Gringotts…well…his head!" argued Harry, casually dismissing Fleur's insinuations, before Harry added, "Then again, Miss Delacour: we are standing in a tent with a guy who, more or less, murdered his own sister…"
"I DID NOT! THAT WAS GRINDELWALD!"
"Sure, and Lucius Malfoy was under the Imperius when he went out in those spiffy robes of his," argued Harry, before he moved down the line, "I mean, what next? Mr Hitler over here didn't send his own son to Azkaban? Or how about Captain Snivellus? What? He suddenly turns traitor and gets off scot-free; I mean, for the love of Gods: how many dicks did you have to suck to get that far, Snivellus? Especially seeing as how you were the one responsible for old Snake Face finding my parents to begin with!"
"HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?"
"A little bird told me," drawled Harry, before he looked back to the staff as he added, "In any case, if it wasn't already clear, I don't owe any of you jack-offs nothing. If anyone owes anything around here, it's Snivellus, who owes me his life and, to be frank, even though my name's Harry, you should know, Snivellus, I've already picked out your slave neck-chain and collar, just in case you ever actually manage to lay a finger on me without being distracted by a werewolf."
"Someone say my name?" asked a new voice, earning a surprised, if not alarmed look from Snivellus and Dumbledore, while Harry cocked an eyebrow as, to his amusement, none other than Remus Lupin walked into the tent, accompanied by a curiously-clean, surprisingly-well-groomed white-furred Alaskan Malamute, which growled aggressively at Snivellus before, to Harry's amusement – and Fleur's, judging by how she too laughed softly when she saw it – the dog then cocked its leg and pissed up Barty Crouch Senior's trousers.
"Oh, Snuffles," said Remus, earning a raised eyebrow from Harry as he saw his old friend, and all-time favourite Professor, look down at the dog.
"Really? How many times must I tell you not to piss on someone because they smell like someone who'd sell out their own wife for their beliefs?"
"Lupin!" growled Snivellus, earning a soft laugh from Remus.
"Snivellus, please! If anyone's going to growl at anyone around here, I'd imagine it's meant to be me…oh, and hello to you too, Igor; how's the arm? Has it healed any more or less since James decided to use you as target practice?"
"Remus, what are you…"
"Sorry, Albus," said Remus casually, strolling past the group where, to Harry's amusement, he even managed to somehow walk through the fire brought on by Lily, who growled protectively as she saw Remus and his dog move towards her human master, even as Remus smiled at Harry.
"But seeing as how I'm no longer here representing the needs and desires of Hogwarts, much less the plans and games of someone like you, I don't really have to tell you anything…hello, cub; did you miss me?"
"So much!" exclaimed Harry, moving from Lily's side as he hugged Remus.
When he did so, however, Harry's eyes narrowed when, unseen by the others, Remus' hand steered towards Harry's pocket before, in a low, surprisingly-calm tone of voice, the former Defence Professor whispered in his cub's ear.
"Play along…and all will be revealed soon enough…my Lord…"
Backing away again, Remus tousled Harry's hair, earning a confused, but also amused look from Harry as he nodded, showing Remus he'd gotten the message, before he turned back to the so-called grownups as he added, "Now, if we're all done with this pissing contest, which, I daresay, this handsome beast here wins hands-down…or should that be…paws down?"
The Malamute groaned into his paws as Harry chuckled, "I've got a celebration to organise and you lot have gold to throw away, Imperiuses to lie about, kids to stalk and…whatever it is that giant losers from across the English Channel get up to…scaling the Eiffel Tower, probably!"
To Harry's curiosity, this time, Madame Maxime didn't say anything back.
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As he left them in the lurch, accompanied by Lily, however, Harry didn't see the cold, hard look that Remus sent every one of the so-called authority figures, his look so cold and tense that, soon enough, Snivellus, Crouch, Bagman and even Ron and Hermione fled from the tent, soon followed by everyone else, sans Remus and one lone figure.
"Remus…"
"Remus?" asked the former teacher, looking to Dumbledore with a sly wink and a cold, satisfying smile, the sight of which made Albus pale in terror as the former professor and werewolf chuckled menacingly.
"Now, Albus…surely, by now, it's better for you to call me…Big Brother?"
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Grrrrowwwwlll…
"I know," sighed Harry, stroking Lily's scales as he smiled down at her, "I hate them too, but still, something tells me that we're going to have a lot of fun screwing around with them…and then, if I'm feeling generous for one or two of them, maybe even screwing them…"
As Lily sneezed in response, spewing out a couple of embers, Harry chuckled before he added, "Speaking of screwing…exactly how much longer are you going to lurk over there in the shadows, Miss Delacour?"
"You…you knew I was…I was here?" asked the French Champion, stepping out of the shadows of the trees where Harry had decided to max and relax following the First Task, the calming, soothing ripples of the Black Lake stretching out in front of him.
"Of course," said Harry, looking up from his musings before he added, "Just like I also know why you're shadowing me, and why you stood up for me back there in the tent, so soon after calling me a leetle boy too: almost makes me wonder why I bothered helping you out in the first place…oh, and by the way, have you even noticed how I helped you?"
"By…by giving me the gift of being able to speak in perfect English, you mean?" asked Fleur, toying with the tips of her hair as she stood a few feet from Harry, who nodded slowly, before Fleur gulped as she explained, "I…I noticed it almost-immediately, Mr Potter. I was just…I was just more focused on protecting your honour and making sure no weaker freaks of nature could stand in your way. But…but now, I…I want to say thank you for what you did and…and if you know why I…"
"Let me stop you right there, leetle girl…" argued Harry, holding up a hand, which was the sign for Fleur to clam up and close her mouth, which, surprisingly, she did, while Harry picked himself up off of the ground.
As he did so, however, Fleur's eyes widened when, as Harry rose up, so too did his body seem to undergo a very interesting transformation: first, what had been the average-sized, if somewhat-shorter-than-normal height of the fourteen-year-old boy grew to a height of roughly six feet tall, maybe even close to six-and-a-half; at the same time, his clothes from the First Task smoothed out and straightened, emphasising a physique that, even through the robes, Fleur – and anyone else – could have described with only one word.
Godly.
His raven-black hair grew out to a length that framed his face like a halo of perpetual darkness, while Harry lifted a hand and removed his glasses, tossing them far into the water before he turned and looked at Fleur with emerald-green eyes that, even despite their green colouring and the glow that was eerily, hauntingly-similar to the curse that had made Harry famous, still made Fleur feel like she was staring into the eyes of Eternity itself.
His power.
His grace.
His dominance.
His strength.
All these things made Fleur tremble as she stood before the new-and-vastly-improved Harry James Potter, who smiled softly before, turning to his dragon, he stroked her between her horns as he mused, "Miss Delacour and I need to have a private chat, my beautiful friend: why don't you go hunting in the Forest? I happen to know a spot where there are some particularly-juicy Acromantulas you can roast and devour!"
As the dragon took off in the direction of the Forest, Harry turned back to Fleur before, with a cold, callous smile, he stared deep into her mind, her body, her spirit and her heart before, scoffing amusingly, Harry whispered one short sentence to the trembling Champion before him.
"I will never accept you…"
Then, on the edge of the Black Lake, Fleur Delacour started screaming as she fell to her knees in torturous agony, screaming in a pleading, begging manner as she cowered at the feet of the Fourth Champion.
And yet, all Harry could do was smile wolfishly as he looked down at his handiwork, savouring the feeling of finally having what he had been denied for so very long indeed.
Power!
Chapter 3 and, wow, talk about maliciously-evil: what has Harry done to Fleur and will he give her any release, except that, which all humans secretly desire?
Also, what on earth could Remus mean in 'suggesting' that Mr Greater Good refers to him as Big Brother?
Keep Reading to Find Out
Next Chapter: Harry revels in the power he now has over this leetle girl who thinks herself worthy of him: in fact, having all this power makes Harry feel very happy indeed…and, like an addict, he is also hungry for the power to make others beg for his mercy, his forgiveness and the touch of his majesty…oh shit: what have you all allowed to be unleashed?
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AN: Fleur
So, sorry to disappoint all you avid Harry/Fleur shippers out there, but you didn't honestly believe Harry would forgive and forget and then proceed to the doing-it-as-they-do-on-the-Discovery-Channel just because Fleur's power acknowledges him, did you?
If that was going to be the case, I'd have labelled this story a Romance, but I didn't, so it won't be.
In fact, I think you'll find love is the last thing on Harry's mind, no matter who he lures into his web;
AN2: Remus
Also, I know it's probably REALLY obvious what's going on with Remus, but, what can I say?
The actor portraying (You-Know-Who) in another fandom ALWAYS gives me chills;
Oh, and at the same time, some might have also figured out my angle with the old coot. Well, what can I say? Delusional, thinks he can make and break the rules, hates those in power and spits his dummy out when he can't get his own way.
Hmm…given the crossover, I wonder who Dumbles would be a perfect human counterpart for, don't you?