Lord of Zenth Mage
Chapter:8 Dark Mansion
A/N: This chapter contains some scenes rated PG-17 for sexual and violence. You're warned, take heed.
In The Throne room of Dark Mansion
Voldemort was not having a good day. His whole body was in pain like he had been ripped apart from inside. The pain was more intense four days ago. The Potter brat will pay for this, he told himself bitterly. He was able to breach through the wards at the brat's house and he had thought that killing the brat once and for all would not be more as much a problem as the wards, but how wrong he was though. He shuddered at the thought of what the Potter brat had done to him. It was just a mere luck and inexperience of the brat that he could walk out alive from that house. He had used his most powerful curse on the brat, but it made no harm to the target whatsoever only to rebound back to him and hit him square. He had thought how Potter had done it, but came up with no solution. He had tried many rare and valuable potions and rituals to ease the pain, but it was not as success as he had hoped for.
So far, he had been able to cover his…illness…from his followers. But he would have to tell them a part of his illness and order them to gather necessary things to heal the illness. He looked at his Death Eaters standing before him. He had called not only his Inner Circle, but also his high ranking followers around the world.
"Lucius!" He hissed and winced as a sharp pain shot through his chest.
A tall hooded figure came forward and bowed, "At your service my Lord."
"Tell me how many of my followers escaped from Azkaban with you."
"23, including myself, escaped along with 58 Dementors my Lord. We also brought 4 other prisoners on our way my Lord."
"Continue," Voldemort waved his hand tiredly.
"All four of them are for you My Lord. We picked them up from a muggle town not far from here." Malfoy waved his hand and four figures were dragged into the room by two hooded figures. The prisoners were pushed down to the floor mercilessly. Four of them looked around the room with wide eyes, fear evident in them. They were all women of age around 20. Their clothes were torn, exposing their skins underneath them. Luckily enough, the torn were not where their private parts were. They were on arms, leg, and stomach.
"Excellent, send them to my chamber after cleaning them." Voldemort said with eagerness in his voice. "Severus!"
A hooded figure stepped out from the left and bow without a sound. He looked tired and worn out. His skins were white and hands were thin and bony. A glint of fear appeared in his eyes when he saw Voldemort narrowed his eyes.
"Severus, are you showing me disrespect?" Voldemort said coldly.
The figure shook his head furiously and pointed his finger to his mouth. His hood fell out of his face, showing a thin line of flesh where the mouth was supposed to be. Every one who saw what it was snickered. The room broke into a fit of snickers.
"Silence!" Voldemort hissed through clench teeth. He pointed his wand at Snape's supposed mouth and muttered something. Nothing happened. He tried again with a different spell. Nothing. Snape's face contorted with pain each time a spell hit him. Finally after more than five spells, Voldemort hung his wand beside him heavily and slump down on his throne tiredly. His breathing became shallow and sweats flowing down from his forehead. "What is the meaning of this Severus?" He managed to hiss out tiredly.
"It means, Tom, that you have no power for even a simple spell." A voice boomed out through out the room. It seemed to be coming from every angle of the room. All the occupants looked around wildly for the source of the voice. Some looked up to the ceiling while others looked down to the floor and around the room. Voldemort shot out from his throne and held his body as straight as he could master.
"I'm very disappointed in you, Tom. I expected you to welcome me nicer than this." The same voice rang through the room, chilling everyone's spine.
"Maybe you should give him a lesson not to be like this again next time you come here." A feminine voice suggested. Judging by the voice, she didn't seem to be a native speaker.
"I agree." Another male voice rang through the room. "What say we take his teeth for disrespecting you?"
"Or we can shave off all their hair and eyebrows. That way they don't have to wash their hair everyday." Another female voice rang across the room.
"You all seem to have good ideas. I'll leave it to you then." The first voice said, sounding a bit disappointed for not having a better idea. "Let's meet our friends then."
With that final voice, four figures shimmered and materialized beside the throne. To the right of the group was a teenage boy with black hair, tan skin, and sharp daggers around his waist. His eyes were shining with suppressed laughter. To the left of the boy was a girl with similar feature to the first boy. Her expensive looking clothes hung loosely on her perfect feature. She didn't seem to be holding any weapon. The boy…man…in the middle was wearing muggle t-shirt and black jean. He was standing at ease, arms folding in front of his chest. His hair was messy and green eyes were shining intensely. To the left of him was a girl with high pony-tail hair. She seemed to be around 5'7" and reached to the chin of the boy next to him. None of them seem to be holding a wand, yet they looked confident with themselves.
Harry looked around the room as they made visible themselves. Some were looking at them with awe, some with fear, and a few of them have malice glints in their eyes. Harry looked at Voldemort and nearly broke out with laughter. Voldemort was standing straight as though he were a board. His usually narrowed eyes were wide as he studied Harry's group. Harry mused Voldemort must have realized that some teenagers had broken into his Headquarter without his knowledge.
Harry waved his hand dismissively at Voldemort who flew across the room to the back of the crowd. Then he waved his hand once again and snapped his fingers. The throne expanded with richly decorated colors. Another throne appeared next to the larger one. "Tom, you have been sitting on the seat that is not suited for you for too long. I take liberty of making an armchair for you." He said and flicked his wrist. A rough made wooden chair appeared under Voldemort who was on the floor, unable to move from sudden change of position. In fact, no one in the room except Harry's group moved a tiny bit.
Harry held out his hands to the two girls and bowed, "Miladies, May I have the honor to escort you to your rightful seat?"
The two girls took each of his hands and inclined their heads slightly, "Indeed, Milord."
Harry led the two girls to the expanded throne and sat between them. He motion Rajig to the next throne. Rajig grinned broadly and plopped in to the smaller throne. Harry turned his attention to the crowed before them. "Now that's settled what to do with you all." Harry tapped his chin thoughtful, and then turned to Rupa, "Beautiful, do you have any idea on how I should punish those servants of mine?"
"Hmm, I think we should see their faces first before we punish them." Rupa said, looking at the hooded figures before them, staring at them open mouthed. Everyone, including Voldemort, seemed unable to make a proper word.
"As you wished Love," agreed Harry.
Rupa pushed her hands in front of her and made a sharp gesture of grasping something in the air. The air around the room swirled slightly before taking out the masks of the Death Eaters. The masks flew toward Rupa and stopped in mid air 5 feet before her. The pile of masks caught flame and blazed down into ashes.
This seemed to trigger some defense mechanism to some people in the room. Some whipped out their wands and send jet of lights toward Harry's group. Different colors of spells from different positions flew across the room. Harry burrowed his brows in annoyance and snapped his right hand fingers and gesture a circle with his left hand. The spells fused into a colorful swirl of air and then exploded into a shower of fireworks.
The two girls clapped their hands enthusiastically at the colorful fireworks that filled the entire room. Rajig, however, shot out his three daggers at the same time in high speed. The daggers whizzed through the air toward three of the Death Eaters who used unforgivable curses. The daggers sliced off the throats of the unfortunate Death Eaters. All three of them slummed down to the floor without a final cry. The daggers flew back into Rajig's outstretch hands one by one.
The room went eerily silent. All D.Es (Death Eaters) were looking between their comrades' dead bodies and Rajig's daggers. Harry felt a bit sorry for the three of them. He clapped his hands together once and announced, "Well, what are you waiting for? You three," he pointed to the three who were nearest to the dead bodies, "take them out of my sight. And come back here once you are finished. Don't try to play with me." His icy voice only added the situation more controlled. The said three nodded numbly and levitated the dead bodies, leaving behind the pool of blood.
"Take care of the blood." Harry ordered to McNair who was standing numbly nearby with his axe and wand. McNair complied without hesitation. "Well Love," Harry turned to Mei Yuan, "What do you want to do next."
Mei Yuan looked over to the four girls who were cowering in a corner, bodies shaking and eyes wide with fear, "I think we should free those four first and give them proper dress." At Harry's nod of approval, she held out her hand and instantly a sword identical to Harry's but different in color appeared in her hand. It was in blood red color while Harry's was entirely white. Mei Yuan slashed her sword in the air four times. Each time she slashed, an iron handcuff from a girl flew away with a cling to the floor. When all four were free, Mei Yuan flicked her left hand and all four girls were in decent clothing instantly. They all came and stand behind Harry's throne with tears in their eyes. Harry couldn't be sure if the tears were from joy or fear. He was never good at tear analyzing after all.
At that time, Voldemort sprung on his feet and shouted on top of his lung, "Potter! What the hell do you think you are doing?" He breathed deeply and shouted one last time before collapsing into the chair, "Get out of my throne, now!"
Mei Yuan turned and said to Harry loudly, "Dear, why is that ugly face shouting at you? Can't you just shut him up?"
Harry turned and explained in what could only be taken as a patient tone, "He is shouting, Love, because he know that he will not be able to play and order around from this throne anymore. You see, he is like a kid who lost his toy crying his head off. I don't know how to handle a crying child. Do you, Love?"
"Oh, I know what to do all right." Rajig interrupted and held out one of his dagger. It was not sharp. It was like a chunk of metal in shape. "I will give him this one instead." He said grinning. He tossed the dagger to Voldemort lazily while saying, "Tommy, there's a dagger toy for you!"
Voldemort's eyes popped out at the sight of the speeding dagger. He summoned one of his followers beside him and placed him in the path of the dagger. The dagger impacted with the intruder's teeth. A loud scream rang across the room following several sharp cracks. The dagger returned to Rajig. Rajig looked at the victim who was now void of 8 front teeth and wiggled his fingers at Voldemort. "Bad Tommy, Bad, Bad Tommy. Don't you know that you should care for your friends?" He said with a mock disappointment tone.
"Tom, I expected something nicer from you. Don't you ever do that again, or I'll never be happy with you again." Harry scolded Voldemort.
"Harry, we should go now. It's nearly dawn here and I think it's nearly sun set where you have to meet with your friends." Rupa whispered into Harry's ears.
Harry nodded and signaled to the others to complete their final mission. Mei Yuan and waved her sword in semicircle while Rajig threw 8 daggers rapidly. Before anyone could make a movement, two-third of the group were either bald or eyebrows removed completely. Rupa clapped her hands loudly and the rest met the same fate as the others. Harry called for his white sword and flicked it rapidly. I'm a death eater words were cut into the skins of every bald head with the exception of Snape and Voldemort.
In a flash, Harry, Rupa, Mei Yuan, Rajig, and the four girls were gone. The remaining occupants in the room were silent for a moment before hell broke out. Harry's group knew nothing what happened after they left. They dropped off the girls in their town. The girls bowed their head furiously say thank you again and again. Harry obliviated their memory about being hostages of Death Eaters. He modified their memories to remember they were going to Movie Theater.
Harry, the two girls, and Rajig reappeared in the Palace War Chamber. They were greatly satisfied with themselves for what they had done. They have done permanent balding spell on every one of the death eaters. The cut Harry gave would remain till their deaths. Harry was a bit disappointed at not having time to punish Voldemort and Snape. They both were serving their wrongdoings greatly. Snape seemed weak from lack of food for 4 days, and Voldie seemed to be suffering from the previous encounter with him.
"I'm hungry. Let's go and grab something before the guests arrived!" Rajig announced, successfully breaking the comfortable silence. They all agreed and filed out to the dining room. As soon as they were met with the large amount of food, they started attacking without hesitation. The food seemed to be more delicious than before due to the activities of the day. Harry and the two girls attacked the food furiously as they had used so much energy on both underwater and Dark Mansion. When nearly every food on the table was gone, they heard a sudden voice from the doorway.
"Harry, your guests have arrived and are now preparing in the War Chamber."
"Ok, I'll be there. Thanks High Counselor." Harry replied politely. The old man nodded and disappeared with a pop.
"Good luck Harry. I'm off to my love. I might find some comfort with her after today's activities." Rajig said with a wink and blurred out in an instant.
"Well ladies, what are you doing after this?" Harry asked the two girls.
"Why Mr.Potter, we'll be in your chamber of course. You will need some massage after your meeting. Don't you agree Mei Mei?" Rupa said with a suggestive wink.
"Of course, I would hate to see him suffer all by himself." Mei Yuan said, before finishing her drink.
"Hmm, it seems like my angels will be waiting for me. I'd better finish this meeting quickly." Harry said with a barely contained eagerness in his voice. They stood up and Harry enveloped the girls around their waists with each arms. He could even imagine what it felt like to be touching the girls' bare skins. He loved kissing their soft lips, tasting their scents, and feeling the love of the girls. He kissed them both full on the lips before parting with them.
Harry quickly shifted into a chair in the War Chamber. He was greeted warmly by a stock man with curly hair. He was about 70 years old with long white beard which was braided and curled around the neck. He introduced himself as 37th Lord of Stonehouse. He was the master of stone carvings and building designs. Every building and statues in Rome were carved or designated by the Stonehouse family. He was to give his gift of stone carving spells and design structuring of a building, whether it be a castle or a normal house.
The second and last a tall bony man with dark skin. His skin seemed to be darker than the night itself. The only places that had color were his eyes and teeth. His teeth were bright white, contrasting from the skin color. His eyes were almost red. His pupils were almost the color of milk. He introduced himself as the Master of Potions. He was a descendant of the family who are responsible for the Royal Family of Pharaoh's health. His family was even responsible for mixing poisons apart from medicines. They were also responsible for mummifying the Royal Family members once they are deceased. He was to give his knowledge of medicines, poisons, and the hidden treasure of Egypt Royal Family.
After about 6 hours of knowledge transferring, a very exhausted Harry shifted into his sleeping chamber. Immediately, he found himself being pushed down on the bed by two naked gorgeous. They ordered him not to move a muscle except the necessary one. The two girls then removed his clothes gently. One of them massaged his temples with soft hands while muttering something. The other girl decided to massage not only his sore body, but also his hardening member. His blood rushed down to his member despite his protest from exhaustion. He closed his eyes in content and let out a moan of pleasure as the Rupa's mouth took his member in. The two girls played with him for sometimes until he finished in one of their mouth. Harry drifted into deep sleep after securing both girls warm bodies in his arms.
A/N: Chapter 8 is now all yours. Chapter 9 will join soon.
