Dark Lord
I like Dark and Evil! Harry and that makes writing it easy to do. The only thing that I got problems with is that I can't do very much dialogue or else I will get confused. A prereader or a beta through MSN messenger would be nice to have since I contact most of my people through MSN. You also in spire me to write these things by giving me reviews…
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Education
He awoke with a gasp as he heard a curse being cast and felt like needles were being bored into his skin and nerves. His eyes snapped open to look at the white mask of a Death Eater who had come to collect him from his cell. He had received a lot of pity from most of the other prisoners, seeing that the Boy-Who-Lived was imprisoned close to them made them ready to fight with him if need be…
"Come with me, Potter." The voice was familiar to his but the curse made his reaction time be slowed to barely a crawl was left of it. He was totally out of it thanks to the fact that he had been sleeping only moments ago and then had been awakened by a Crucio right to the chest…
He was hoisted to his feet by the Death Eater and he recognised the well manicured fingernails. He grinned and said; "It's been a long time Bella. How do you like it, to be old Lord Voldie's bitch?" he grinned dashingly at her and received a bludgeoning curse into his ribs for that remark and then as levitated towards the chambers of the Dark Lord.
Harry had regained the ability to breathe normally and he grinned as he was put down none too softly and then walked next to Bellatrix with the grin still on his face, which seemed to be bordering on insanity.
He opened the door, looking inside the room to see the Dark Lord stand there with a psychotic look on his face and wearing his normal black robes. "Ahh and Mister Potter joins us finally. Did you have a nice rest in the room I gave you?" his tone was sarcastic and Harry couldn't help but scowl at the man." To start your education in the Dark Arts, mister Potter, we'll need alive test subject. Bella, you are selected as the test subject. The first curse that I am going to teach you is the Cruciatus since Bella has reported to me that you failed to cast it on her correctly thanks to the fact that you used your righteous anger instead of your hatred for someone. Allow me to demonstrate…Crucio!"
The Cruciatus shot from the man's wand and hit Bellatrix who immediately dropped to the floor, screeching her lungs out. She looked kinda subdued at the moment, Harry noted and he felt a grin blossoming on his face as he realised that he could cause as much pain as Bellatrix was experiencing by just allowing his hatred to flow into his Cruciatus curse. He hadn't really wanted to do it on such a fine specimen but Bellatrix seemed capable of resisting the curse at least one bit. He looked at the woman who was still screaming and convulsing n the ground and he kicked her in the ribs, making her scream out once more. Voldemort stopped the Cruciatus curse after Harry had kicked her and he looked at him and said: " That is merely an example of the Cruciatus curse. In all essences just let me give you a small textbook explanation. The Cruciatus curse was used by Egyptian mages to cure people who had lost all nerve endings in some magical catastrophe and was later on adapted as a torture curse by a Greek torturer named Andromeades. The curse can be fired for the tip of the wand or if the user if powerful enough, from the tip of the staff that the user as. It should be noted that the use of this curse is strictly prohibited thanks to the ministry decree number sixty nine of the year 1253." Voldemort paused to take a few breaths after he had said all that and then began anew, " To cast the curse, an intense hatred for something is required and the want to cause ain must be apparent within the person that you are attempting to cast the curse at. The hatred must be channelled into the wand and then it may be used to cause the pain which is amplified by the hatred that you have gathered. If the hatred is less then the spell needs then the spell will not function as well as it should, causing trouble with the casting and sometimes causing the spell to be felt upon the casters body." Here the Dark Lord paused once more and said; "Your hatred for me should be enough or if you don't really hate me anymore you could always find something different to hate. Take Muggles as an example, I hate them and usually kill them. Just use your anger for your relatives and let it fuel your curses."
Harry looked at the man and then began to channel all his pent up rage about the things he had been subjected to. The muggles were the cause of this. They had forsaken him, the one who would need to fight off the greatest Dark lord that every lived and threatened their lives. His rage turned into hatred as he remembered that the Durlseys had abused and none of those bastards did anything against it. They should have seen the abuse as it was heaped upon him!
A menacing and crackling black aura sprung up around him and he could feel his magic beginning to flow inside his wand and then felt the hot wood in his grasp begin to buckle as he released the spell name from his lips, making the spell shoot out of his wand. "Crucio!"
The moment that the spell should come from his wand was gone within a second and the curse shot out of his wand, coming straight at Bellatrix who still lay on the ground. Her shrieks split the calm air and Harry could barely notice that a small hint of blood came out of her mouth as she screamed. The screams felt good as he heard them, their tone making him feel slightly light-headed once he kept the curse on the woman. He could feel the taste of Dark Magic on his tongue and he didn't know how to describe it. The best description that he could give was that it tasted like enriched Butterbeer coupled with exultation like he had just won the House Cup. He looked at the woman and the dark aura around him intensified as eh could feel himself growing to like the power he had over the pain that he caused her. With a slight jerk he put the Cruciatus off her and then looked at her as she sobbed, still feeling ungodly pain that was from the leftover magic that was in her system.
Harry looked at her, his emerald green eyes lighting up to show that he was enjoying this and he pointed his wand at her again, just as she attempted to get upright once again. The hatred was condensed within his wand again and for a moment he thought that he could hear a phoenix cry out in pain or an least a bird getting strangled somewhere as he cast the curse once again and the spell shot out once again at his voiced command for the spell to come out: "Crucio!"
She felt the pain return as she fell back on the floor once again, the pain even worse then the Dark Lord used to bring her. She was used to the pain but this was inhumane. How could such a child possess such raw power that it would make the Cruciatus unbearable to her? She spit out some blood that seemed to make him even more excited then he was before and she could feel the Cruciatus being lifted, her mind almost snapping under the release from the pain and being relieved that it was over for the moment.
Lord Voldemort was pleased with the progress that Harry was making. Soon eh would be able to cast all three Unforgivables without much hesitation. He could just kill Potter and then take his power through and obscure ritual he had read which required the dead corpse of the foe. But then again, the aura of Darkness that seemed to shroud Potter like a protective veil was interesting enough and soon he would see if Potter truly had what it took to be a Dark Lord.
"Harry, stop with the Cruciatus. We wouldn't like our dear Bellatrix suffering from a snapped mind, now would we?" He looked at Harry who still looked at Bellatrix like she had been a gift from the Heavens to him with the hint of dark glee in his eyes being overbearing upon the Dark Lord. "The next curse that I'm going to let you perform is Imperio. No demonstration is required, just because you know what it feels like. Just allow that feeling to flood your mind and then make sure that there would be a measure of control over the person who you wish to control and then point your wand at them and speak the name of the spell which is called Imperio. " Voldemort paused for a bit and hoped that Harry would get this stuff over soon. He still had a meeting with his servants and wanted to look slightly presentable for it. He was disgusted by the way he looked and absently wondered if his entertainment for the night had already been removed from his quarters.
Somewhere else a body was burned, after being found in lord Voldemort's bedroom, the signs of having copulated with the Dark Lord still apparent, as well as the bloody cuts that were all over the dead body, signifying that it had gone through quite a lot of torture before being killed.
Harry looked at Bellatrix and said: "Bella, we are going to play a nice little game, yes we are." He looked at the robed witch and he grinned and pointed his wand at the still weakened witch and then forced his mind to become an empty wasteland without feelings except for bliss and happiness and saw a blank look come over the witch her eyes and then he instructed her through the wastelands feelings. Come to me and kneel in front of me. He watched as the witch moved to him and then knelt in front of him, her head bowed, showing his spell had worked.
He looked at Lord Voldemort and then said; "Is this to your liking, Tom? I've got her under my control… or can I try out some things with her? " The dark look in his eyes turned into a maddened one as his mind began to get filled with all sorts of ideas he could let the witch perform. Somehow a striptease followed by letting the witch service him orally appeared a lot in it and he realised that he was still too immature to think up some good way of letting the witch do something out of the ordinary. Maybe I should just let her do something that she might like to do at a subconscious level.
He focused on the witch and sent a mental command to her: Do something that you always wanted to do… he wasn't really specific in his command and he was getting worried when she stood up and then began to play with his hair a little bit, her fingers sliding over his unruly locks, his green eyes resting on her face, her being a little bit longer then she was.
He looked at Lord Voldemort and said; "Alright, I think that Bellatrix deserves a little break from all the torture that she has underwent and now I think its time that a muggle gets killed. Is that okay, Tom?" he addressed the Dark Lord by his true name which made the man frown and say: "Would you please refrain from calling me Tom, Harry? If you keep calling me like that then you won't be able to survive for long because I WILL kill you if youutter that name once more. And yes I think that a muggle should be the object to be of use in the final lesson. Tell Bellatrix to fetch a muggle to use in the last lesson."
Harry looked at the woman and then send the mental command to her: Go and take a muggle here to be of use to me and your master. She complied with the order, her mind being possessed by Harry's grip and some of his aura seeping into her mind, controlling it with an even fiercer grip then the Dark Lord had on her. She obeyed without question and then came back with a little muggle girl who was around twelve years old. Harry's eyes lighted up as he saw the little muggle girl. "Girl, would you like to be free of this existence?" He asked and the girl looked at him with frightened eyes. He grinned and then slowly began to approach the little girl, beginning to trace his wand over the little body before making it come to a stop right on her head, just between her eyes. She looked frightened at the wand and Harry's green eyes glowed for one short second and then Harry looked at the girl and said: "Well then… prepare for your death, little girl."
He could feel him magic beginning to hum the moment he began to channel some of his hatred and anger within his wand until it reached critical mass and then he looked at the girl and summoned up the utmost loathing he had within his mind and body and then hissed in a voice that seemed more like the Dark lord Voldemort's then his own: "Avada Kedavra."
His magic began to seep into his wand, mixing with the feeling within the wand and he could slightly feel some of the anger flowing into himself, making the anger a lot worse within his body. He liked the feeling of power he got from those darker emotions then the light ones he always seemed to experience. He looked at the muggle girl and then watched as the blast of green light shot out of his wand, not really travelling through the air but merely channelled into the girl's skin and then he watched as the life drained out of those eyes that were still looking at him with fright and he looked at the magic that went through the girl, making her soul disconnect from the body and then dissipate. He knew that the souls of those killed by the Avada Kedavra could be called back from their disconnection, making sure that there would be some means of revival.
The aura of darkness increased around him and he felt how the life energy of the girl was sucked into his body, making him feel powerful enough to make sure that he could beat anything;. He looked at the lifeless body and then at Bellatrix and then commanded her. Stand next to me and kiss me.
She looked at him and then walked towards him, her pose regal and elegant and stood next to him and then gently grabbed his head, brought her lips to his and they kissed, her lips and his touching, and her eyes boring into his, a hint of defiance within them. Harry looked into those eyes and he grinned, recognising the same defiance that he also possessed in his Fourth Year, not wanting to give in to the Dark Lord. "Finite Incatatem." the spell hit Bellatrix and the witch immediately pulled away from him, he had broken the spell, wanting to see the witch her reaction to him. He grinned and then said; "Too weak to resist a little spell like Imperio, Bella? You must really like being dominated to allow me to cast such a spell on you. "
Voldemort saw that his second in command was about to go postal on the green-eyed mad wizard and then he grinned and said: "Bellatrix… why don't you try keeping your temper? I know that Harry might have some problems keeping himself in check when he sees such a woman like you. He still IS a hormonal fifteen year old…" Voldemort grinned as Bellatrix fumed for a bit and then calmed down a little bit and finally Voldemort decided to call it quits. "Take mister Potter back to his cell and make sure that he's roughed up enough. I leave you to make sure that he's still alive when I send you to fetch him tomorrow…"
A very beat up Harry was thrown back in his cell by a disgruntled Bellatrix who looked at him like he were the lowest of filth and said, so that the other people could hear it: "Potter, you truly are a worthless blight upon our Glorious Lord's plans. How dare you spit right in his face!" her face curved into a wicked grin and then she said with a small hint of madness as well as something unidentifiable within it: "Well I'm sure that the Lord will allow you to scream this time. It really isn't that much fun to see my little ickle Potter screaming without sound…"
After she had left after giving him a good bout of Cruciatus and making comments about him not being man enough, the rest of the prisoners gave him congratulations for spitting in the Dark Lord's face. Harrry grinned and said that Lord Voldiewank couldn't make him afraid of the old man.
Harry was comforted by the fact that he would learn new things tomorrow. Unknown to him at the moment, Lord Voldemort was pondering on what to teach the child. Necromancy seemed like a good option but Demonology seemed a good option too. He would choose later on. The power that Potter had displayed worried him slightly as it was equal to his. The hatred surely was within Harry as he could cast all three unforgiveables without batting an eye.
Training another Dark Lord and then have him work with him seemed like something to pass the time until the next Year of Hogwarts started. Harry could access students using his fame and get them on his side. The Gryffindors would never go along with his ideas of making the entire wizarding world bow down to them and the Hufflepuffs would follow Dumbledore like lost sheep searching for the Shepard.
Lord Voldemort fell asleep but one last thought flittered across his mind. Necromancy it is…
Next time on Dark Lord 2.0… The Order of the Phoenix comes into view… Dumbledore is upset about Harry being locked inside Voldie;'s dungeons and apparently tortured. Snape lying to Dumbledore about Harry's motivation… Harry learning Necromancy .. Voldemort teaching Harry… Bloodshed…
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