Dark Lord
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Necromancy
He was roused by the fact that there was something happening outside his cell, some sound making him become instantly awake. As his mind tried to undo the foggy blanket that had been put over it, his eyes looked on as a girl was dragged off by some Death Eaters, probably for some fun. He looked at them and felt a small hint of disgust go through him. The wizarding world was truly weak if they would allow themselves to fall prey to a Dark Lord or some other doofus who would have enough power to sway some of the more intelligent members of society to his goal and then make sure that he has a vast powerbase which to draw funds from and support the war effort as well as some crowd control spells like the unforgivables.
He looked at the wall of his cell, thinking about the things that the day would bring. Voldemort still didn't really trust him, which was a good thing since if the guy trusted him immediately then it would mean that there would be some sort of strange thing going on.
Severus Snape was looking at the faces of the people he had associated with for some time of his life and he was revolted by their interest in the way that the Dark lord moved. It was true that he wasn't extremely loyal to the cause, he was more of someone who drifts between sides, neither choosing one side nor the other and just seeing what happens to them. "Like I was saying, the Dark Lord has Potter and I'm sure that Potter will be kept well amused as I have heard the sounds of torture coming from the throne room as well as Bellatrix her screams. It seems that the Dark Lord and his pet lieutenant are playing with Potter to try and pry the Prophecy from his lips." He paused for a moment, looking with some hint of superiority in his eyes as everyone was looking at him with a pleading look, asking him wordlessly to tell more. He looked at them and then let a small smile slip and said: "I've seen Potter in his cell and I can tell that the boy is under some strain. His wounds seem like they were inflicted by himself and I can just imagine that he wants to end it all."
A brutal grin came on his face as he thought about how the son of James Potter would finally die. Finally all the Potters would be dead and then he wouldn't be able to be tormented by their presence ever again. Severus looked to se the reaction his words had. Albus Dumbledore looked pensive as if thinking about some way to free Harry. Minerva McGonagall seemed to be one of the people who wanted to just rip into him and he just omitted the fact that the plan that Potter somehow had hatched within his dumb skull had backfired. Become a new Dark Lord? The idea was impossible even to Snape who simply just didn't have the raw power. The werewolf looked positively furious at his words and Severus felt his lip curl upwards as he looked with his black cold eyes at the man and then made sure that the man wouldn't attack by using Legbilmency on Remus to scan his surface thoughts.
"Severus, try and find out a way how we can rescue Mister Potter. Minerva I want you to go and scour the Black library for clues about the dismantling of the wards that surround Tom's fortress. We need Harry here now and can't afford to have him within Lord Voldemort's grasp." Albus spoke up, immediately seizing attention away from Severus and onto the old man himself. Severus supposed he should be grateful if he didn't have to hear the wolf whine about when they would get Harry back.
"I suppose the Dark lord would want to make Potter out to be a weak child and then openly kill him in front of all his followers. The Dark lord has a sense of arrogance, thinking that when he has an opponent in his mercy, he could do anything to them. I have seen it happen countless times with prominent purebloods who were captured and then tortured and killed in front of a large audience." Severus spoke up, gaining the attention of everyone. "So Harry won't be killed until Voldemort gets most of his Death Eaters together or has a large enough audience to try and do so?" Severus just nodded, his black eyes looking at the werewolf who had said that. The sickening feeling of that day when the man had turned into the monster still haunted his dreams and he wanted nothing more then to kill the werewolf for the mental trauma it had caused and how angry his father had been at him, his mother suffering in silence before his father had killed.
A steely glint went into his eyes and he said with venom clearly seen within his voice: "I think that this is enough. May I be allowed to leave Albus? I have some potions still brewing that require my immediate attention. I wouldn't like to be kept up by the problems of a child that doesn't know when to quit being a hero…" Albus nodded absently while Remus growled animalistically at the same time and before the werewolf could leap towards Severus the man was gone form the room, disappeared with a sharp crack still being heard in the air.
"Wake up, Potter." She stood there, dressed in her Death Eater robes, her face not hidden by a mask this time as he opened his eyes and he grinned and said; "Still at my case for the last time I got you in trouble with big and bad Voldie? You should really mind where you throw those curses so they won't hit your Lord by accident. I heard his voice increase a few notches before he put off the Cruciatus from me and cursed you with it. You sounded so nice screaming that I almost felt glad that I was hearing your screams." The grin on his face was unsettling to her and she sternly glared and said: "Just come with me. The Lord won't be happy with me if I'm tardy. Maybe he'll even use that bonebreaking hex on you and then slowly let you heal your bones and then have Avery break them, that's bound to be fun."
He felt her mind brush against his and felt a lingering trace of his energy still residing within her mind. He pulled onto it as she grabbed his wrist and literally dragged him out of his cell, his thin frame not really being hidden under the hideous clotes that he was dressed in. he looked at the woman and said in her mind. Go on and do what you were told by Voldemort. He looked as she l,ed him back to the throne room where Lord Voldemort was waiting for him, making him feel slightl,y uneasy as the Dark Lord glared at him but it was quickly shrugged off bny his mind which made the familiar haze of madness sink over him once again.
"You are here again today, Potter to learn the magic that is generally shunned and is known as Necromancy. I myself have deemed that you shall learn this to advance your arsenal of spells a little bit before I let you go on a raid with me to test your true potential for being a Dark Lord." Here the Dark Lord paused and looked at a corner of the room and then whisked his wand out and a corpse came from the shadows, being unremarkable and seemed to be a muggle from the look on his face that seemed so frightened, not like a wizard who had seen magic being performed. Also the fact that there were some hooks still sticking in the flesh made him think that this was a good case of a muggle being tortured by the sick minds that worked with his nemesis and at the moment teacher. He looked at the man and said: "Teach me how to revive the dead and I shall learn from your teachings." was his answer to the question veiled within those words that the Dark Lord had spoken. He could already feel his magic beginning to warp and to reach out towards the Dark Lord, wanting to drain the man of his power and use it for himself. He looked at the man and he heard the man say. "The simplest incantation to make a use for Necromancy is best performed on a corpse. The incantation is Mortuus Novo. The incantation needs to be spoken aloud to make it effective and is generally best used in several ways to make sure the undead creature or humanoid stays under your control. Beware that this is one of the first spells to learn since there will be some harder ones that will need to be taught for you to be effective in any fight in which you would need Necromancy to win and to gain more troops. The purpose of the undead soldiers you create can be that of a distraction." Here he took another breath and then continued, making Harry wonder how the hell he could make such long sentences but attributed it to the fact that he would need to spread propaganda from time to time to keep the masses afraid of him. "or as a force to attack an encamped enemy. With a graveyard close by you could make an almost innumerable army of the dead, but that requires a great amount of power, power which you and I might possess but no ordinary person could handle the strain and die from it. Let me show you the spell and then you can practise it. The best part about this spell is that the undead you create will not be able to be undone by the spell called Finite Incantatem since your own Finite Incantatem is required to dismantle the Necromancy that powers the undead creature."
With that he pointed his was at the corpse and then spoke with a clear voice, the high-pitched tone still a little bit unsettling. "Mortuus Novo" the corpse began to jerk before its eyes flashed open and an unholy look came within those eyes and made Harry take a step back as he felt his magic wanting to control the thing that Lord Voldemort had made and wanted its magic to be absorbed within his own magic and making it so that the power would remain inside.
The undead corpse lifted itself up from its lying position and stood with no visible explanation on its face, waiting for orders to be given, Lord Voldemort staring at his creation and saying. "This is how you create your own undead servant. I'll help you with the movements. The wand movement is not really important as you deal with an inanimate thing which has no magic. Finite Incantatem. Now let's see how you try it. Fail and I will be forced to put you under Cruciatus for failure Potter. So I suggest you do it well." After Lord Voldemort's spell the corpse fell tot eh floor, the magic that powered it extinguished and sucked back into Lord Voldemort's body. He looked at the corpse and felt his magical aura twist and turn, his green eyes flaring to life, but not noticed by him. His eyes looked at the corpse and then he pointed his wand at the corpse and willed it to rise as he let the words come from his mouth: "Mortuus Novo!" the spell seemed to make an invisible thread between the wand and the corpse and then was suddenly broken and Harry could feel a feeling of total control well up within him and he could feel his aura blast outwards in some sort of show of magical grandeur as he felt tlike he could take on the world and win at the moment. He felt his dark aura dancing in the air, growing bigger and bigger.
He didn't notice that he was grinning in a disturbing way, neither that Lord Voldemort and Bellatrix had taken a step backwards at the sight of the magic that was now making ripples in the air. Harry's eyes seemed to have widened and his teeth seemed to become like that of a wild animal, feral and starling at everything it could see. Bellatrix was frightened by the dark magic that was radiating off him and she could feel the will of the undead creature that he had under his control that seemed to overwhelm her own mental defences, for she had learned Legilmency and still found her mind being wiped blank like a comforting blanket being placed over her consciousness.
Harry didn't notice all this and then suddenly let the storm of magic dissipate, looking at the servant he had created. "Any more spells you wish to teach me, Voldemort?" his tone was light and he didn't really want to do very much at the moment. He looked at the man and saw that there was a smirk on the man's face as the Dark lord spoke with his voice full of something which was identified as pride. "Very good Harry. You show some promise after all. The next spell I am going to let you learn is Os Mucro. This spell will make a spike of bone come out of the ground to impale your enemy. It will work fast and can only be dodged if someone reacts fast enough or manages to kill you just before it hits or knows Necromancy just like you do." With that the man began to cast the spell. "Os Mucro" the spell made a huge spike of bone come from the ground and Harry watched as the undead creature he had now named a zombie was impaled on the spike and he felt the mental connection to it snapping like a band and watched as the Zombie slid down the spike, no blood coming out of its body but making a grating sound like some chains over a rack.
"Harry I want you to cast the spell on that piece of ground next to my own spike. Bellatrix move away please or else you'll be the one who gets impaled and I would hate to loose such a good servant like you."
She complied and Harry felt the magic within his body well up once again and with the darkest smile he could manage he cast the spell, watching it travel through the air, leaving no visible trail and then managing somehow to gather bones from somewhere and then he felt the dark magic seep through his bones once again and the spike rose, seemingly looking far more dangerous then the one Lord Voldemort had conjured up,. His was covered with jagged edges, apparently there for causing more pain to the people who got impaled on them then to make sure that they were safe.
Harry felt ready to drop. His magic seemed to be making him feel exhausted. He looked at Lord Voldemort and then began to open his mouth apparently trying to get the man's attention to his condition as suddenly the door opened and a very familiar figure strode inside, his robes seemingly clinging to his form and his black hair looked as greasy as ever: "Having lessons from the Dark Lord, are we Potter?"
Harry felt a surge of madness or whatever it was take him over and was lost within the feeling as his mouth spoke. "Not really. But why don't we play a little bit Snapey? I'll show you something I learned today. Os Mucro!" The bone spike nearly impaled the potions master as the man paled and felt a few droplets of his blood trickle down his face, a edge having cut his face up a little bit. He looked at the white bone, his eyes frightened as he hadn't anticipated Potter knowing or even able to do such a spell. Necromancy was dangerous to deal with since it required a lot of power and tended to render the user insane to most people. Clearly Potter was already teetering on the edge of insanity if the look of glee on his face was an indication of what he had in store.
He missed the hex that was sent at him and he felt the pain course through his body as he felt the Cruciatus hit his body and begin to inflame the nerves within his body, making convulsions be his main movement.
Harry looked at Snape, his eyes nearly become black in appearance as the suppressed side of his personality came back in full force. There he stood over one of his tormentors, a dark prince standing amongst the ruins of his fallen kingdom with only rage to fuel his combat abilities. A wicked smile crossed his face as he realised that he could finish off the man immediately but decided not to do so. "Rise, Severus. We wouldn't want to stain the floor with your undignified form, now would we?" his voice was almost the same as Lord Voldemort, even carrying the same addressing notes as the other man usually did but his was in a deadly tone., hinting at malevolence far beyond anything that should be permitted.
Harry's deadly temper had come forth and there he stood, a titan of Dark and Evil magic, waiting to be unleashed upon the world, making sure that it would be grand and spectacular…
His madness would spread, the Dark Lords would rise…
A new chapter for you all to enjoy. I hope you liked the way I portrayed Harry. In the next chapter there will be some more Necromancy as well as some rather peculiar lessons as well as Snape being tortured by both Lords for displeasing them.
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