Dark Lord

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I hope you all will like this since it is the second chapter for my fic called Dark lord. The first version can still be found at adultfanfiction but is a failure in my eyes. This will be much better then that one… I hope….

Living with the Badness

Harry distinctly could hear the pops and the sounds of battle come from the outside and he looked at Lord Voldemort and said;" How good are you acting skills?" he looked at the serpentine man who just looked at him with a creased eyebrow and then said: "Why would you want to know, Potter?" Harry just grinned and said; "If we still want the wizarding world to take me back as their revered saviour then I suggest you act like you are kidnapping me. Are your Death Eaters loyal to you or are there spies in them?"

Voldemort actually looked pensive for a moment and then slowly answered: "Potter… why should any of my Death Eaters want to go to Dumbledore? They know that I am a master Legilmencer so they wouldn't even dare think about revolting against me, their master." Harry looked at him, his green eyes looking at the man and said with no hint of sanity in his voice: "Did you know that little Snape is an itty bitty spy? He's a member of Dumbledore's goon squad and loves to play with our emotions. He used to get me mad at him but now I can understand it all perfectly. He just wants to play with us. Letting us think that he is on our side while he just waits to see who will win and then join that side officially."

The miasma of the black aura seemed to speed up, making for maddening signs as Harry stood up and he walked up to Lord Voldemort and then said: "Please take a hold of my neck and then lift me into the air. And then cast Crucio on me so it will look real. I'll even scream as loud as possible. Its just pain that I'll feel and thus it will look convincing." Harry's dark smirk gave away that he was intending to act like he was not afraid to take Voldemort with him and he looked at the man as pale fingers closed around his neck and then looked at the man.

Lord Voldemort wrapped his hand around the boy's neck, using the other to keep his wand pointed at the boy. He looked into the Dark Saviour and said; "Let's give them a little show of what the Dark Lord can do, shall we Harry?"

With that he cast and explosion hex which sent most of the wall tumbling down and gave them a clear view of the battlefield. Order members and Death Eaters halted in mid-combat as they looked at the Dark Lord who was holding Harry Potter by the throat and was now looking at the Order ominously. "So the Order of the old man fails to protect the little Boy-Who-Lived. Dumbledore, now watch as your precious little saviour is made a little bit less then alive. Crucio."

The painful Unforgiveable hit him and Harry began to convulse, his body still being lifted by Lord Voldemort. He just gave a wicked grin as he cried out in pain as every nerve in his body seemed to be ablaze with arcane fire, causing him to feel like he was going to explode in a gruesome heap.

The moment the first outcry of agony passed his lips he could faintly feel that Dumbledore was coming to him, his wand ablaze and probably about to try and curse Tom. He could feel how his body was moved to shield Voldemort from any harmful curse that might be shot at him and he could feel the pain increase as more power was poured into the Crucio, making him feel like his entire mind was slowly being torn apart. The black aura that had been hanging around him turned into a brilliant white one that immediately began to become visible to the eyes of the onlookers. Harry could feel the sanity of his actions being questioned by his own mind and he knew that he was acting a little bit too unstable for a normal fifteen year old but somehow he found that he just didn't care about that.

Sanity was for the weak. Those who were completely insane, like him would only understand him. The fact that Voldemort was insane and a sociopath didn't really register on his brain as he thought that the state that he currently was in was diagnosed as Insanity. What really happened was that he was unconsciously beginning to make his brain emulate the same brainwaves that Lord Voldemort had, assimilating sociopathic behaviour coupled with a hint of insanity.

A fit of giggles almost poured form his lips as he was still screaming his lungs out as he was held under the pain curse for what seemed like hours. In reality it was just about five minutes under the Unforgiveable which would normally render anyone insane by that time. Frank and Alice had managed to stay sane under it for five minutes but after ten minutes their minds had snapped and they were still in a mindless state.

He looked at the Dark Lord who he had allied with and said between convulsions:"I'll never give in Voldemort! I WILL RESIST YOUR EVERY EFFORT!" he looked at the man and he saw the pale snakelike visage twist into a grimace of anger and briefly wondered if things could get even more ugly then Voldemort trying to grimace. The man looked like some sort of deformed snake-man when he grimaced or displayed happiness, anger seemed to suit him the most since it wouldn't make him ugly, it would refine the natural dangerousness of the face, allowing the maximum fear effect to take place.

Harry got the impression that he was about to do something very bad and he kicked Voldemort in the stomach, to give the illusion that he was still willing to fight and he grinned as the man almost doubled over and then he tried to get away but was held by the robes in Voldemort's grasp as the man got up once again and said; "Come with me Potter. I'm sure Bella would love to play with you."

Then the world began to swirl as magic crackled all around him and he could feel his feet leaving the ground for a moment and he could feel a pulse of Dark Magic travel down his spine and settling there, he just ignored it for the time being. He looked at the serpentine man who was still holding him but no longer placing him under Cruciatus.

He looked around and saw that they were in a cavernous area where there were no decorations, just a throne with a large area cleared for people to stand. Blood stains were on the floor, giving the impression that there would be human sacrifices.

"Nice place you got here, Tom. Care to put me down so we can see eye to eye?" Harry looked at his fellow Dark lord and he could feel the emotions that were playing through his mind at an accelerated moment and he could sense distress in one part of his mind while the other was at peace. Another part of his mind was in Chaos and seemed to be dominant over them all. He looked at the Dark Lord and said: "Release me." He put power into his voice and slowly a look of comprehension came over the Dark Lord and he let go of Harry who fell to the floor with a dull thud. Harry dusted himself off and then looked at the man and said; "Alright. Shall we both command the Death Eaters or shall I get my own minions? Every super villain should have some minions to control or else it'll be no fun at all."

Voldemort looked at the youth he was currently still holding in his hand with something akin to wonder. The Legilmency that was being used on Harry revealed that the intentions of going Dark and becoming a Dark Lord were genuine. With Harry Potter as an ally, the world could essentially be ruled by the two of them, was a thought of him as he looked at the youth and a small smile slipped onto Tom Riddle's face as he looked at the youth who seemed to be saying something to him about releasing him. He looked as the youth struggled a little bit and the chaotic part that the Legilmency probed was suddenly locked away as a voice laced with power spoke: "Release me."

Voldemort could not help but reply to that voice and he let go of the boy's neck, letting the boy fall onto the ground with a dull thud. Absently Voldemort wondered if he should have Wormtail clean the ground a little bit since there was a lot of dirt amassed there and a Dark Lord didn't like getting his feet dirty. He heard Potter say something about every villain needing their own minions and was thinking about the idea of possibly teaching Potter some Necromancy so the kid could summon up his own army of the dead.

The Power that Potter possessed was an anomaly. On one hand he could use Potter to further his own goals, trying to keep the kid under control by just giving him a few minions and then just letting him do whatever he wants. On the other hand he could also rob Potter of the strange n power and then use it on himself. The alliance between them would be void then and Potter would be dead, like any defiant child should be. He looked at the child and then decided that he would make sure that there would be some sort of compromise between the two. Harry was bursting with power that hadn't made itself known to the child and Voldemort wanted to tap that potential.

He looked at the man who just gave a noncommittal shrug and then said: "Aren't you going to get me into some sort of torture cell where I am supposed to be interrogated or something? If we want to pull this act off then we would need to do that to fool the Order." Harry gave the man a glare and was surprised to see the man nod.

Voldemort had gotten over his shock at seeing Harry Potter, no, Lord Ragnarok, go Dark and become a Dark Lord. His keen mind snapped back to attention. This is no time to prattle on. Get him into a cell and then promise to teach him some magic to keep him occupied. When he's trained well enough I'll take him on a raid and then he can prove to me that he's worthy of having at least some followers. He looked at the Potter Child and smiled a grim smile. He looked at the rags that Potter wore and said: "Follow me to the torture cell. I'll be sure to notify that you are not to be touched and they will obey my commands. You shall not have followers yet until you prove me that you are worthy of them."

Harry just pouted as he followed the elder man and said: "No fair. How am I supposed to gain your alliance if I can't even move around in the thirty-day period?" he looked at the man who turned around and said; "It matters that you will learn whatever I will teach you. I will give you instruction in Dark Arts and the like just because you intrigue me. You, the Saviour for the Light Side, Allying with the Dark Side as a Dark Lord. I can sense your intent being pure and the aura of darkness that clings to you is almost as much as mine and in terms of power, if we were to duel, other then my knowledge of more spells, there would be a draw if we fought." The Lord of Serpents paused and said: "And as a last comment: your name sounds childish. Lord Ragnarok… what a foolish name."

Harry's eyes narrowed but he didn't say anything. He just followed Voldemort through Hallways, passing Death Eaters who were all bowing before their Lord and not even taking notice of him, all they felt was a shiver down their backs.

Harry was pointed towards a cell which was surrounded by others, in which people lay, tied to the walls by chains. Harry could faintly recognise a few people he had seen with the Triwizard Tournament and he halted as Voldemort placed a hand on his shoulder and he turned around, looking at the man who then spoke up. "Ahh… finally… I have waited for this day for so long. Finally I have my nemesis locked up nice and secure." he gently lifted Harry's fringe allowing the pained look on Harry's face to show as a gasp rang out from the prisoners who looked at the Boy-Who Lived was revealed by the lightning bolt shaped scar on his head. The fact that the Dark Lord had captured their saviour made them loose hope and when Lord Voldemort addressed a Death Eater they held their breath, fearful of what the Dark Lord would do. "You! Send that girl to my chambers tonight."

He pointed at a Death Eater whose white mask seemed to hide a pale face and the Death Eater murmured that he'd be honoured and looked at the girl who the Dark Lord had pointed at, revelling in the look of pure morbid terror that the girl seemed to have on her face as she was about to be sent to the Dark Lord's chambers.

Voldemort went into the cell, pushing Harry into it and said: "Mister Potter, I believe this will serve as your accommodation for this moment. Feel free to chat with the others, since they will all be executed soon… You'll serve as a nice entertainment for tomorrow."

The Dark Lord conjured up some food and said; "Here's the finest cuisine I can give you." Gives Harry a plate with only some bread on it and a can of water. Harry just raises an eyebrow and said; "Really? I wonder how a Dark Lord like you could ever have gotten so much power if all you can summon is some mouldy bread and water." That had the rather scary effect of making the Dark Lord bristle with fury, on the inside he was rather calm but had to act like this while evaluating his fellow Dark Artist's stance. "I'll see you in the morning, Mister Potter… be sure to get a good rest. Bella would like to have her fun…"

With that the Dark Lord left the other in a prison cell to cement his image of a saviour chained by his worst enemy. He grinned briefly as a man shouted that everybody shouldn't loose hope since Potter was here too. He would be able to use this if one of the people went free and carried the message tot eh Ministry and when he escaped he would instantly be marked as Light by them for managing to escape capture or break out of Voldemort's dungeons.

A new chapter for Dark Lord!I hope you still like it. Indoghost, I liked the review you gave me. It makes me feel good to have at least some people review my stories and that's why I have added this new chapter so soon. Its now the 2nd of Januari and time for an update…

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I still need more votes for a pairing before I can draw a good conclusion of which female. Lily Potter is a possibility and Bellatrix too. Narcissa Malfoy would be useable but only if I kill of Lucius… which I am intending to do… sometime…

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