Dark Lord

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Dark Lord

He looked at the bland wall of his room in Privet Drive. He felt so angry at the world in general as he could feel the emotions flow through him. First he had lost Sirius and then Dumbledore had the nerve to tell him the Prophecy, like that would cheer him up.

(Hey Harry, I'm sorry that Sirius is dead but you've got to defeat the Dark Lord and you are the only one to do it since Trelawney said that the only one who can defeat the bloody fricking Dark lord is the one who is marked to be his equal.)

He thought sarcastically.

(Screw Dumbledore and screw Trelawney and most of all screw the thrice damned prophecy!)

His mind -now in a vulnerable state- began to draw all sorts of conclusions that it normally wouldn't.

(Dumbledore must be the cause of this. Yes… What better way to hide his little weapon against Voldemort then with Muggle relatives? That way you can assure that he'll be grateful whenever he gets saved and then he'd be a loyal soldier to the Light, because the Light ones saved him from the abusive relatives that DUMBLEDORE placed him with. Yes… why tell him all the lies about Slytherin being evil and then make sure that he's a loyal Griffindor? I'm stupid because I haven't seen his manipulations before. If I hadn't met Malfoy then I would be a Slytherin but thanks to the clever mentions that 'every wizard in Slytherin has gone bad' and that 'You-Know-Who was in that house too', I chose Griffindor, not wanting to be associated with them. Like Voldemort already said in First Year: There is no Good of Evil, there is only power and those to weak to grasp it.)

Harry felt the anger come over him as he could feel the magic keeping him in Privet Drive lash all around him. The distant roar of a thunderstorm made it look all the more ominous as he began to think things over, think about his life that he could have had had he been a Slytherin. His Parseltongue would be revered amongst the Slytherins and nobody would ever dare to do anything against him, he could have been the genius student he really was and not the slob that he had been. The Slytherin could have provided him with a place to stay over the summer and not have him shipped back to the Dursleys.

"There is no such thing as Good and Evil, there is only Power and those to weak to seek it."

The words came from his mouth and a dark grin came over his face as he began to think about all the things that had happened over time. He was foolish that he hadn't seen it. The Order effectively kept him contained here so that their precious weapon wouldn't run away. He had constant shifts of Order members keep watch over him, just thanks to some prophecy.

His vaults were also in doubt since Miss Weasley had taken money out of it without his permission. This made him wonder how easy it was to access any vault. He could imagine himself going to Gringots and asking if he could be let inside the Malfoy's Vault and then have his access to it denied. Then how did Molly Weasley get into his? It didn't matter anyways just because he was saddled with the worst muggles imaginable. The chores he would have to do all the time had only worsened since Petunia wanted to have her entire backyard redecorated so during the day it was time to lug stones and wish for the Dursley's to have head surgery by a small exploding hex aimed at their head. She could feel the anger and hatred within him and he loathed the filthy muggles, those that denied him his heritage by telling him that his parents died in a car accident and that he was a freak.

"CURSE YOU!"

He screamed as he finally had enough. The rubber band that was his Griffindor side had snapped and now it was time for his Slytherin side to flourish, to make its appearance and take whatever it wanted with the power to back up the threats he would give. He could hear the thumping footsteps of an enraged Vernon Dursley and he grabbed his wand and trained it at the door, like a gun in some spy movie. He looked at the door, at the bland wood that made up the door and then suddenly he gained a new awareness. It was like his entire head was swirling with pain as he was thinking about actually harming his nice and kind uncle.

(Nice and kind? Hah! The day that Vernon turns nice and kind will be the day I go and snog with McGonagal.)

The spell that was obviously cast on him would make him feel nice thoughts about whoever he was currently angry at and Harry felt another surge of rage. The wand emitted a beam of light once Vernon entered the room screaming, hitting him square in the face and making his face turn blue and red, the two sides matching the angry colour he had on his face. Immediately he heard two cracks and saw the auror Kingsley Shacklebolt appear in front of him and Severus Snape. He looked at the men for a second and then said.

"He deserved it." was his answer to the unspoken question

"You don't hex muggles Harry. Even with Wandless Magic, it isn't appropriate to hex your own family."

Kingsley reprimanded him and Snape added another comment.

"Just as foolish as that moronic father of yours, Potter. He could never stop with the pranks he used to play on people."

The dark and lanky man turned to Vernon and said. "Lets get you fixed back up."

Vernon didn't like this at all, having freaks barge in your home and then point a wand at you wasn't one of the most liked scenarios to happen to Vernon and he immediately placed the blame on Harry.

"BOY! HOW DARE YOU INVITE THESE FREAKS HERE!"

He pointed at Snape who was looking at him like he was the lowest of filth. He didn't even see the blast of power that hit him straight into the wall. Harry watched as the blast of power came from his hands and he grinned, psychotically. Finally the fat muggle shut up. He was greeted by astonished looks from Kingsley and Snape. Harry grinned psychotically and said.

"Did you know that there was a small prophecy about me and Voldemort? It is a simple one. Either I die or he dies. That's the end part but did you know something Snape? If I join up with Lord Voldemort then the Prophecy will become null and void just because he had marked me as his equal and I shant attack him. That way, both of us shall live and take revenge upon the wizarding world for wronging us both."

The grin was one of madness, Snape absently noted while his Auror companion just stared at the Boy-Who-lived who was talking to himself.

Harry had enough of this all. Power began to flow through him, making him feel confident in his skills. He could feel the raw power simmering beneath the surface, being fuelled by all the rage he had and he realised that it felt so good that he was feeling it all through his bones. The power was something incredible, something that seemed to make him want to use it on someone and he found just the right target. With a lunge he took a hold of Snape's arm and then rolled up the sleeve, making the Dark Mark appear.

The black mark of a snake coming out of a skull was free for the world to see and Harry pressed a finger against it, sending out a call to all that had the Mark to come to him. Voldemort would feel it if Harry manipulated the Mark and he too would come, feeling his nemesis touch it.

Severus winced in pain as the Mark on his arm burned with the power that Harry put into it. He didn't know what the teenagers plan was but he had just summoned every Death Eaters in Great Britain to his house. The wards would become overloaded and then would fail, allowing every muggle and Harry to the Death Eaters to kill.

Harry felt the killing rage within his body swell until it reached a point where it would just stop being rage and turn into pure undiluted hatred for wizards that used to feign that they were so compassionate but would sent an innocent man to jail just by forgetting to check the facts or even administer Veritaserum to an innocent who went for a life sentence to Hell on earth.

Then there was Dumbledore who must have witnessed the trail and still did nothing. All fell to place the moment he thought about it. Dumbledore wanted to control him so he had just made sure that Sirius was put away forever so he could be placed with the muggles to grow up abused and easier to manipulate and then he would join the Gryffindor House once he was told that most Slytherin wizards went bad. What's so bad about being bad? Lord Voldemort seemed to be having even more freedom then he had and the man wasn't even confined to one dreary muggle house like he was.

His magic lashed around him once again, turning into a pure dark aura on its own accord as his decision for the time being was made. If he would have to be manipulated by the Light to remain on their side, why not ally himself with the Dark. At least Voldemort always told him exactly what he was after and not the half-truths that were fed to him by Dumbledore. The old man had been darting around the issue of the prophecy for five years and he decided to tell him once Sirius was dead.

His mind whirled back to his first encounter with Ron and immediately he remembered the first time he had met him. Ron wanted to see the scar immediately, not really caring about him, just for the image of the Boy-Who-Lived and being his friend. He scowled, the look of insanity on his face making it look like something was warring within him. He could feel anger surge at the idea that Ron might have betrayed him but then his mind supplied an answer. The jealousy at the beginning of his Fourth Year made it easy to connect it to Dumbledore since the old man must have talked to Ron making him his best friend once again with the dragons as a lame excuse. Then there was Hermione. It wouldn't be hard to picture her as a traitor since she loved authority and if Dumbledore asked her to do a lap dance for him coupled with a blowjob she would do it with no questions asked. She would see him as a perfect specimen to be researched if possible and due to her being a friend of his she could do this without any questions asked. Just some kind words and he would have followed her to Hell itself without question. That is, if he didn't have this mindset at the moment. The Gryffindor half of his mind was destroyed and taken over by the Slytherin side.

He looked at Kingsley and said. "Aren't you going to rescue me from the big and bad Death Eaters that have suddenly appeared even though there are socalled wards on the property that don't allow them access to it?"

The look on Kingsley's face was priceless and Harry grabbed his wand from his hands and then pointed it at the man and muttered.

"Obliviate."

The blank look came on his face and Harry said.

"You will not remember anything I said. You apparated here to find Death Eaters on the property and you will apparate out to get Dumbledore."

After that Harry snapped his fingers and Kingsley looked at him and Snape and then apparatred out after giving Snape orders to just get Potter out of there. Snape was staring at Harry who had given Kingsley back his wand and then grabbed his own wand and said.

"Potter I don't know what you are on against but…"

The sound of splintering wood and a cry from Petunia downstairs was heard and Harry looked at Snape, a trail of blood making its way down from his scar.

"Can you feel him? Tom is here and both of us are good enough to make sure that no muggles exist anymore. Of course a few will be saved and be kept in reserves where they will be used to enrichment of the blood of the wizards so no genetic defects will occur."

Harry got up from his bed and he opened the door and slipped past the greasy haired man and said.

"Aren't you coming, Professor Snape? I want to greet my future ally."

He looked at the hallway where the screams of his aunt were already heard and she was joined by her son's piggish squeals. He stepped down the stairs and pushed past a Death Eater standing with his back to him. He grinned as he saw most of the Death Eaters standing with their backs towards him as he walked out of the house. He could faintly hear Bellatrix shriek something about ickle Potter needing to be found. He looked at his nemesis who was currently kicking Pettigrew away from him.

"VOLDEMORT!"

His voice rang out and as one the Deaht Eaters and their Lord turned towards him, and Harry let a smile slip onto his face. He began to walk towards the Dark Lord at a slow pace and said.

"Voldemort… Come here."

The Dark Lord wasn't impressed. "Why should I come to you, boy? Why don't you come to me and bow to your death? I am surprised that one of my loyal servants called me here, to you. Whoever called me will get riches beyond their knowledge."

Voldemort looked at the young child still walking towards him and he saw the child grin as he looked straight at him., emerald eyes glistering in the night. He looked straight into them with his blood red slanted eyes and he could see the mental images that were currently going through Harry's mind and he liked what he saw. He saw that Harry had used Snape to summon up all the Death Eaters and he got a smile on his creepy face.

"Mister Potter… I am somewhat surprised that the Golden boy of the old fool would actually think about shoving Fawkes, the man's bloody Phoenix straight up his ass and then killing it, making the old coot's ass burn. It gives rather nice sceneries to look at. Please tell me what you want and I shall listen and spare you this time."

Harry looked at the Dark Lord and he said with a slight hiss in his voice, making his voice resemble the Dark Lord's voice a lot.

"I want the charm on my wand removed. Afterwards I want to have a little 'fun' with my relatives… and then you can kidnap me or whatever you want to do to make time so I can have a good talk with you."

Harry finished his statement and received confused looks from the Dark Lord.

"Are you insane Potter?"

Harry just grinned at that statement and said. "Quite."

Voldemort apparated straight next to Harry and peered into the depths of his green eyes. The aura that was still slightly hovering around Harry made him feel stronger somehow and he could feel the power he grabbed his wand and then dispelled the monitoring charm on Harry's wand and said.

"It's done. May I follow you inside to see your 'relatives'? I am sure they would be thrilled to meet me."

The sarcastic look on his face was enough to make Harry laugh a second before he straightened up and went inside the house, following the screams of the Dursley's, even those that were made by his uncle who apparently had been revived and subjected to the Cruciatus.

When he got inside the house, his eyes picked out Petunia immediately. She was being tortured by the Death Eater who he knew quite well.

"Bellatrix, allow me to cast the Cruciatus on her. I'm sure that my precious aunt would like nothing more then to shriek in agony for me alone."

Bellatrix turned around to look at the vivid green eyes and then paused for a moment as she saw her lord following the Potter boy.

"Milord, what is the reason for this?"

A bout of Crucio sent her screaming to the floor. She could feel her every nerve in her body scream out in pain as needles were driven into the.

Harry was mindless of her pain and he sat down on her convulsing body, ignoring the convulsing woman. He looked at his aunt and hissed.

"Crucio!"

The pain curse shot from his wand and his aunts screeched turned an even higher pitch as she felt the curse, fuelled by the hatred of him for her hit her body and incinerate all her pain nerves. Within a minute she was insane and just convulsing. Harry found no fun in torturing an insane woman and he just looked at her with something akin to furious anger in his eyes and he hissed the forbidden words, hoping to have the same effect that it had on most people he had seen it performed on, the Killing Curse.

"Avada Kedavra!"

He looked at the body as it lay motionless after a flash of green light and then he looked at Dudley and said.

"Tom if you would please make sure that the body is in full display of the neighbours. She was a really uptight bitch so just make sure that it looks horrifying.

He looked at his cousin and then just cast a Reducto at the blob, not caring too much what happened. The aura of magic that had been hanging around him warped the curse into something a lot more powerful then just a simple Reducto. The curse turned black in the air and soon a lot of meat was flung into the air as the curse hit and violently blasted off all the meat, leaving behind a bloody skeleton of a very large humanoid creature which had been once Dudley Dursley.

Harry grinned and accio-ed his uncle to the room, letting the obese man drop to the floor in front of him and then simply just cast a Diffindo on his neck, enjoying the blood gushing out and the man's choking sounds as the blood began to fill the man´s lungs.

Lord Voldemort looked at the bloody Harry Potter. He was sure that this kid would be a great asset to his Death Eaters. As he placed a hand on the child's shoulders, he heard Potter speak.

"I won't be a Death Eater. I'll be your equal, your fellow Dark Lord. I know the Prophecy. Neither can live while the other Survives. That means that if we don't fight at all then we might be able to coexist since neither can die until the other dies. And that means that we'll both be immortal as we don't kill each other."

Lord Voldemort simply scowled and said. "Well then… I'll try out our alliance for a month and we'll see if we can coexist. Then I will tell you if an alliance is possible."

Harry grinned and said. "That's all that I could hope for. By the way… the name is Lord Ragnarok."

He grinned as he recalled the Norse myth about the fall of the gods and humanity rising up to take their place. Odin would be a perfect Dumbledore and He'd be the one catalyst to make sure that the Light fell forever.

The world was doomed the moment Harry Potter had thought about becoming Evil. Now he's a Dark Lord and ready to reap his vengeance upon the world that has shunned him for most of his life.

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