Hail Thanatos, God of the Darkest 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: all rights belong to their original creators. I do own any OC spells explained at the end of a chapter.
Plot: When the Death Eaters felt "The Call" for the first time in years, they were ecstatic! However, when they arrived to greet their new Master and grovel at his feet, they found a terrifying surprise! The Lord is Dead: Long Live the King! All Hail the God of Dark Magic!
Author's Note: So, this is…well, this is me, going Dark, having fun and causing Chaos.
Enjoy!
Recommended Reads: Lord Thanatos by Scarlette-Moon-Howl, The Rise of a Dark Lord by LittleMissXanda, Harry Potter: Lord of Darkness by AngelSlayer135, Dark Lord Potter by JustBored21, Kill me if you can by PercyPendragon3, Two Minds, One Wand by RobertWilsonWriting, Ascension, The Son of Storms and The War of Titans by PerseusPeverell092, The Dark Prince: Rebirth by TheDarkLover22, A Darker Shade of Magic by TheSonofTartarus77, The Young Lord by SlytherinDarkHarry, The Darkening Of Your Soul and The Necromancer by MaeglinYedi, Worthy of Magic by Raul Fictitious, Harry Potter: The Apex God by spartankiller117 and Path to Power by sirius009
Key Pairing: Evil Harry/Nymphadora;
Other Pairings: Evil Harry/Bellatrix/TBD (Harem of Mistresses/Friends-With-Benefits/Concubine-Slaves) Others TBD
Normal Speech
'Thoughts'
'Mental Speech'
/Parseltongue/
Chapter 1: He Has Returned! (Want to Bet?)
It was seven years, to the day, since their Lord had fallen.
Vanquished by a foolish weakling of a Mudblood's hell spawn, who'd had no business being a part of their perfect world, just like his blood-stealing slut of a Mother, blood traitor Father and all others who denied the world the way it was meant to be.
As a result, they had been forced to run, to hide, to lie, cheat and steal, to make pacts with imbeciles and those who could be easily bought and corrupted, made to feel like they were important for only a few seconds. Their freedom became a necessary evil and, although they never admitted it to anyone, but each other, in hushed whispers, behind closed doors and in the darkest corners of the deepest shadows, there was one truth they all adhered to.
It was all for the Greater Good.
After all, one day, the Dark Lord would return, the world would be made pure and right all over again and, best of all, the pathetic half-blood who'd dared to become the symbol…the saviour of the Magical World in their Lord's absence.
He would be made to suffer…to beg for Death.
And, as one, every Death Eater hoped and prayed that they would be the one given the worthy task of doing the deed and granting his wish.
Thanatos
So, on the night in question, exactly seven years since the fall of the Dark Lord Voldemort, when each and every Death Eater in the length and breadth of the United Kingdom felt the Call to Arms, the mark of their purebred right to reign – otherwise known as the Dark Mark – burning with a dark fiery passion, a collective cry of delight, celebration and revelling flooded the country's darker factions.
However, when, only a couple of seconds after, each and every Death Eater found themselves being pulled to the source of the Call, no matter where they were – including one who was, literally, caught with their trousers down – leaving them unable to do anything, except obey, what was celebration and delight became confusion and disorientation.
On the one hand, there was no doubt that their Lord was capable of such a feat.
After all, he was the greatest sorcerer since Salazar Slytherin, Champion of Purity, himself.
But, on the other hand, each and every Death Eater – and, again, that was EACH and EVERY single one of the corps of dark worship and loyalty known as the Death Eaters – wondered why their Lord's power felt so strong, so demanding and so eager to meet them.
Even the one on the toilet wondered what was so desperately-urgent that he couldn't even finish shitting down the drains…
Thanatos
Darkness.
An unfamiliar chamber in an unknown place in an unrecognisable environment.
This greeted the Death Eaters as they found the Call dying down again, bringing them to a stop in the centre of a dark, dimly-lit room, the walls, floors and even the ceiling of which seemed to be a complete and total mystery to them. Around the room, the only light seemed to come from two rows of low-burning, Avada-Kedavra-green-coloured flames, which burned dimly in their torch brackets, bathing the room in an eerie, almost-hellish glow that made one or two of the Death Eaters shuffle about awkwardly.
Some of them attempted to go for their wands, if only to bring a little more light to the chamber, but, before they got a chance to make a move, the collective number of Darksiders felt a collective shudder of dread, horror and surprise pass through them when a voice that some of them hadn't heard in, roughly, six or seven years filled the room.
"Oh, goodie…you're all here…and, eww, Jugson: pull those filthy, disgusting-smelling things up, would you? Trust me: nobody wants to see that waste of human flesh, least of all Him!"
"Bellatrix?"
From within the crowd of newly-arrived Death Eaters, a single, blond-haired figure stepped forwards, his eyes fixed on the dim and distant darkness where, to his surprise, he, along with his compatriots, saw a wild-haired female step into the dim light of the chamber, her eyes shining with glee, while her body looked a hell of a lot better, healthier and stronger than it had ever looked.
In fact, to look at her, the blond, Lord Lucius Abraxas Malfoy, actually shuffled awkwardly as he felt his dick harden as he found the sight more than just a little arousing, if not reminiscent of a night he had always considered the night of his greatest achievement.
After that night, the figure before him had gone from talented youth and eager soul to crazed demoness and monster from many men, women and children's nightmares, all thanks to Lucius' actions, and the assurance that his desire of seeing his family name take its rightful place among the greats, as rulers of the world, was fulfilled.
Now, however, there was no craziness in her, nor was there any sort of delusion or broken mindset.
In fact, were he not so frightened at the prospect of seeing her free and clear from her cell in Azkaban where she was supposed to be, Lucius might have even said that the woman, one Bellatrix Lestrange, looked not only sane and cognisant, but she also looked pissed off!
As though she…she knew what he had done, which was impossible.
He'd made sure she forgot, believing another responsible, so that he could benefit from her malicious streak.
Thanatos
However, as Lucius saw the look in Bellatrix's eyes, he jumped, as did his brothers-and-sisters-in-arms, when a loud snapping sound filled the air.
As if on cue, Bellatrix turned before she bowed, returning to the darkness as she remarked, "I know, my sweet; don't you worry. Your Bella will not deprive you of your playtime. Now, what do you say, my little Master of Malefic Beauty? Shall we shed a little light on the situation?"
Another snap answered her, earning a collective gasp from the Death Eaters as they saw the flames in the torches around them glowing much brighter, bathing the room in green fiery light that, thanks to its luminescence, actually managed to make Bellatrix look even more terrifying than she usually did.
However, it was what else was revealed in the light of the deathly-green fire that caught the Death Eaters' attention: there, next to what they saw was a now-kneeling Bellatrix – who had her hands clasped together, as though she was praying to the other being present – was a large, oddly-shaped black throne, which seemed to be made up of many differently-sized wands, all of which looked like they'd been burned and charred into nothingness, only for their ashes to be reformed into this terrifying visage before them.
The biggest shock, however, wasn't the throne, per se, but rather, the figure whom was lounging on the throne, casual as you like, looking down his nose at the Death Eaters as though he believed they were beneath him.
He was a boy, after all, hence the rage that burned in many Death Eaters' eyes; however, this boy also happened to have a head of wild, unruly black hair, as well as a taller-than-average physique, and a lean, springy look to him. He also had eyes that shone like the Killing Curse while, in the light from the flames, the Death Eaters also noticed something standing out, almost proudly, on the youth's forehead.
A thin, but visible-looking scar – though, with its outlined appearance, it looked more like a mark or brand, similar to their Dark Marks – which was shaped like a lightning bolt!
"Potter!"
"Potter?"
"POTTER!"
Rage.
Disbelief.
Amusement.
If not disgust.
These were just some of the emotions felt by the Death Eaters as they saw the boy lounging on the throne, as though he actually owned it; among the Death Eaters' numbers, only one of them – a particularly-greasy-haired individual who looked at the boy on the throne with pure, unadulterated hatred, horror, disbelief and fury – actually moved towards the boy on the throne.
"Ooh," said Bellatrix in a singsong voice, waggling her finger as though scolding a naughty child as she faced the rapidly-approaching form of one Professor Snivellus Snape. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, Snivy!"
The words were no sooner out of her mouth before the boy on the throne, the eight-year-old Saviour of the Wizarding World, Harry James Potter, snapped his fingers once again, the sound so thick and sharp, it might as well have been the sound of a gun firing, or a major bone breaking.
Regardless, as soon as Harry snapped his fingers, another collective gasp of horror, alarm and even fear filled the room when the green flames from the torches suddenly ignited, though, this time, they ignited around the gathered Death Eaters, forming a ring of Pure Death, which cut them off from Harry and Bellatrix, the latter of whom swooned as she prostrated herself before the boy on the throne.
"Ooh…Little Prince…I love it when you show off like that! Do it again, please, my deliciously-brilliant Little Master: please do it again!"
"Uh-uh-uh, Bella," drawled the so-called hero, his voice coming out in a singsong voice all his own as he sat up in his throne, so that his feet were touching the floor, before he smiled wolfishly. "First, you have to kiss me…and you know where I like it most, right, my Bellatrix?"
Without needing to guess – or so the stunned, speechless Death Eaters assumed – Bellatrix seemed to slither her way towards the throne where, without needing to be told to do otherwise, she leaned forwards, like she was craning her neck, before she kissed the boy's bare feet, her lips dancing over his naked flesh as she adored and worshipped him.
To the shock of all assembled, Bellatrix even opened her mouth and licked at Harry's toes, making him smile as he wiggled them playfully before he asked, "Am I still yummy, Bella?"
"Good enough to eat, but better enough to worship, love, honour and obey, my yummy, scrummy little Lordy-Love-Master," replied Bellatrix, lapping at Harry's feet like a dog, before she pressed her lips to the ends of his feet, where they met his ankles, as she asked, "Will you reward your Bella now? Will you show off for all your new party favours and let them see the power of a true Lord…no…a true GOD of Darkness and Dark Magic?"
"Of course," said Harry, as though he hadn't even just finished teasing Bellatrix, but, instead, as though he was being asked to breathe.
At the same time, he smiled wolfishly as he added, "Actually, they're all about to get a show…in three…two…ONE…"
"TRAITOR!"
"DESERTER!"
"FILTHY WHORE!"
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
"Aaaaannnndd…there it is, right on time," giggled Harry, acting like a kid with his favourite toy, just as three Killing Curses from three different wands rose up into the air.
However, as the deadliest of curses came together to attack the boy on the throne, those who'd cast the curses let out collective cries of alarm, as well as terror, agony and – too little, too late – pleas for mercy and forgiveness as the green fire that had encircled them snapped out at their cursed magic, swallowing it up like a snake eating a mouse.
As if that wasn't enough, however, the flames then targeted the casters, all of whom screamed loudly, agonisingly-so, and with no small amount of death-fearing terror as their arms, hands, bodies and even their heads and feet were all consumed by the green fire. To look at the display, it was like comparing the scene to the legendary Grindelwald Clash in Paris back before the Second World War.
Like Protego Diabolica gone rogue, the green fire devoured the casters, leaving nothing but ashes in its wake.
Well…that wasn't…strictly true.
It did leave something behind…
Three somethings, in point of fact.
Three somethings that were three very small, but very-visible clouds of mysterious, blackish-coloured magical spores, which hung in the air like swarms of fireflies buzzing about one another.
As the other Death Eaters stared in disbelief, horror and genuine terror, they all watched as the spores rose into the air before, as the Death Eaters followed their paths, their eyes widened, their hearts froze in their chests and even their souls cracked and shattered as they saw the spores fly into the body – specifically, the heart – of the boy in the throne, the so-called Boy-Who-Lived, who smiled proudly before he shivered and, to the alarm of the Darksiders, he even burped, as though he'd just eaten them, before he hummed softly.
"Hmm…low-level nobodies; shame. I was, at least, expecting a serious boosting, but…regardless…make a note, somebody: Lords Snyde, Lee and Pyrites…your Master thanks you for your generous tribute, my scrumptious little morsels…your powers will make handy servants…and as for their offspring…Bella-darling?"
"My Liege?"
Caressing Bellatrix's hair like he was petting a faithful dog, Harry chuckled darkly as he told her, "Go and tell Fenrir that he and his pack can eat well tonight: make sure to leave enough for the world to remember why the Dark Side can never truly be destroyed, would you, my pet?"
"As you wish, my Master," said Bellatrix before, to the alarm of the Death Eaters, she vanished as easily and suddenly as they had arrived.
Worse-still, the flames that had just consumed three of their numbers had no such effect on her.
Once she was gone, Harry rose from his throne, where he drew himself to his full height as he smiled cruelly at the trapped Darksiders.
"Now then, my dear foolhardy, so-called loyalists to the Dark Side, I think we need to have a little meet-and-greet, regarding your one-sided oaths of loyalty, as well as the fact that the guy you thought summoned you, little Tommy Riddle, is currently dead and, no matter what you think, he will never be coming back!"
Horror flooded the minds and bodies of the Death Eaters.
But, apparently, Harry wasn't done, as he proved when he patted his heart, before he moved his hand down and caressed his stomach as he smiled at his prey before him.
"But, if there is an upside, I'd say it was that his power, every little sweet-treat-piece of it, has gone to a good cause: the revival of Real Darkness, courtesy of yours truly, the new Dark Lord…no…the Dark God, Master of Dark Magic and God of Pure Darkness…"
"Erebus…"
Lowering his eyes to the crowd, Harry scoffed as he drawled, "Heck no: as if I'd tarnish His name like that…no, my foolhardy friends, I am not Lord Erebus…I am…THANATOS! And, right now, each and every one of you bigots is currently trapped, helpless, at my mercy…so…"
Turning on his heel, Harry slumped down in his throne again, before he gestured to the ring of fire and the Death Eaters trapped inside;
"I suppose the only question now is…how much longer should I bother keeping you freaks alive?"
Wow, talk about chilling: the Dark Lord has returned…but not the one you think: how in the name of Crazy has Harry become what he calls a God of Dark Magic?
Also, the way he talks: it sounds like there may actually be an Erebus: could it be true or is Harry just playing with his food?
Keep Reading to Find Out
Next Chapter: The world seems…different when the big day comes for Harry Potter to come to Hogwarts: for one thing, there seems to be a distinct lack of fear and weaklings guided by their wallets; for another…someone important is missing from the Hogwarts staff roster, but surely it's just a coincidence, right?
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