Dark Lord

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and i don't want to get sued by J.K. for writing this so I'm disclaiming all content of this fic except for the spells that I myself have written and the out of character actions of the star of this fic, Harry James Potter, the Dark Lord…

Snape's torture

His magic still whirling around him like a dark storm he looked at Snape with a deadly glint in his eyes. "Did you know that I hated you, Severus? I wanted to kill you so much my hatred almost took a visible shape."

Here Harry paused and he looked at the man, his green eyes beginning to glow like the Avada Kedavra and felt his gaze drawn to the man's face.

"Look at me now Severus. This is what I have become… one of the Darkest of the Dark. I have become the precise thing that Dumbledore would never have wanted to rise. A Dark Lord is now standing in the place where Harry James Potter once stood, him being the epitome of Gryffindor and rushing in things while the Dark Lord Potter will wait patiently, just like a serpent and ready to strike when the time is right. Didn't you see how I usually tried to resist going with Hermione and Ron all the time? They were the ones who were to be my keepers in the Light side but now that I've crossed over to the Dark Side I have been getting the feeling of freedom coursing through my veins and I'm addicted to its sweet taste. It flows through my body like a drug, the freedom from that old meddling fool is intoxicating. "

Harry paused for a moment and sighed, then looked at the man's face whose jaw was now clenched as Severus wanted to insult him so badly but couldn't due to the presence of his Lord.

Harry's eyes looked at the man and his voice spoke the word that would cause a lot of pain. "Crucio"

The torture curse shot out of his wand and he watched as Snape fell to the floor, his nerves aflame with unholy pain, so much that the screams were echoing through the room. A hint of a cheerful smile was on Harry's face as he looked at the writhing man and upped the power, making Severus scream even louder. He could feel the addicting power flow through his body once again and he felt his mind being pulled with the power, making him swim in it and making him feel the sheer pleasure of the pain curse. He could no longer hear the screams and whimpers from the man, he was absorbed within the feeling and his magical aura exploded once again, the swirling storm becoming even fiercer then before.

Harry lifted the curse almost by reflex and then looked at the man, the feeling of pleasure going out of his body and he said to the still pained man.

"Today you shall not die Severus, for your fate is written within the stars… Just like a tiny little muggle, isn't it?"

He laughed with an insane tint to it, surprising most people present except for Bella who was still in some sort of trance. He looked at the man and said.

"You liked the pain, didn't you Sevvie?" His voice had changed from the cold one he used when the madness wasn't within his mind. The madness seemed to pass everything off as some weird thing had happened and probably drew the worst possible conclusions.

"Oh lookie I imitated a centaur!"

A fit of giggles followed that, making the other men in the room doubt his sanity at the moment., the aura of magical power retracted within Harry and he looked at the potions master and said.

"We'll have much fun Sevvie. I am sure you would be able to make a nice potion for your dear master, now can you Sevvie?" The tone that Harry used was the one of the trademark voices that Bellatrix used, the voice becoming as the user was mentally unstable…

Harry's face had undergone a major change. One of his eyes had turned a bloody red with a slit in it, signifying the bond between the Dark Lords as well as the insanity that was within him. The red eye looked out of place on his face but at the same time it also gave Harry a look of anger and of redemption. He looked like a fallen Angel, the one who sinned but retained his holiness, mixing it with his Fallen form, creating the positive and the negative within him and giving him two sides of features, one dark and evil and one light and good.

He could feel his aura swirl and he felt his hand coming to his face. "Did you know that this is merely time until I can unleash my full potential. You should wait until I am fully free… Then my dream can become truth…"

A sigh passed his lips and the lips seemed to gain a cracked appearance, like he had been biting on them. His face seemed to carry a hint of something lurking beneath it, a person ready to snap at any given moment and then rip you to bloody shreds when not even expecting it. It seemed like he embodied everything man had feared in its existence on this planet and so much more… his aura was like a caged animal, snapping at everything it could get to. The taint of Death and Life was upon the aura, having lived through the killing curse, tainting the once pure aura of light to a darker one which turned darker with every thing that Harry was subjected to. The mental decision to go dark would have come up eventually, since it was fated to be, prophecy or no prophecy. It would be hard on Harry's health to carry around such a huge amount of magic and thus Dumbledore, in his infinite wisdom had decided to block off the greater part of his magic in secret, wanting to make sure that the power would always be controlled, as he thought it to be the Power-the-Dark-Lord-knows-not.

Harry's consciousness raged against the madness, not wanting to be locked away like some small child having taken one cookie too many out of the jar and was locked into its room for an hour by an angry mother who just couldn't understand that her son wanted a cookie and wanted more then one. He could feel the insane personality that had taken over his body for a moment shy back as if stung and he realised that it only seemed to come out when he was going over the top with his aura manifestation or whatever it was. He hadn't noticed the swirling storm of magical energy all around him at the moment that Snape had come in and he had never noticed, being lost in pleasure of the Cruciatus, that there was more to the aura then the feeling of anger…

He looked at the man and a feeling of pain came over his body and he shivered, feeling very weak at the moment, his magical aura sprang forth once again and he sank to his knees, one keeping him upright in a kneeling position. His eyes felt like they had been open for over twenty hours and he groaned. His body felt like it had been crushed underneath the weight of three Vernon's and still he could feel the drive to go further. He felt that anger bubbling beneath the surface and he scrunched up his face, his eyes closed, feeling like he had been drained of everything he had within his body and then forcefully having it shoved back into him, a feeling that made him become unable to make much happen.

His eyes closed and he fell to the side, not able to support his body anymore and unconsciousness took him to a land full of dreams and nightmares, where everything seemed to be covered with a haze of madness and he fought against it, the twisted surroundings addling his mind. He began to feel like he would be able to take on everything that moved and then began to feel extremely weak…

Lord Voldemort looked at the passed out form of Harry Potter and his eyes narrowed dangerously and said.

"Bellatrix, take mister Potter and awaken him in any way possible. I wish to have words with him."

He looked at the woman who looked a little bit out of it but paid her no heed and then slowly walked to his throne, thinking about all the things he could do. He sat down on the throne, making almost no sound as his thin body touched the stones.

He looked as Bellatrix cast a few spells to cause most people to awaken like Enervate and Awakenui then she tried less convenient methods like casting Crucio which only made his body jerk and spasm, and his aura flared to protect him, making it unable to cast anymore spells on the child.

"You might want to try and kiss him, just to be sure… I believe that there was a muggle story about a princess who was asleep and had to be kissed awake. It may all just be some stupid muggle tale but it could work…."

His voice was bordering on boredom and a silent madness. It didn't please him to see the boy pass out while he learned the dark Arts under the great Dark lord's tutelage.

She looked at his face and was for a moment thinking about James Potter and how he had acted while being in school. The prat did have the gall to make sure she got to breakfast while having her hair turned purple. The only ones who had laughed were the Gryffindors, seeing that the princess of Slytherin had purple hair but she had at least gotten the prat back by making sure that his robes had stains on them that resembled a liquid which normally come out in times when one would 'relieve' stress…

She looked at his young face and sighed, knowing that she could at least try this out. She wasn't totally insane to follow every order from her lord to the letter but this time she really would like to just get this over with….

The moment that her lips brushed his, his eyes opened and she found herself staring within those emerald pools that seemed to be alive in an insane cacophony, which raged and raged, the madness within them making her head spin.

He opened his eyes the moment he felt soft lips on his own lips. He opened them and then looked into eyes that seemed to contain as much Dark knowledge which he wanted to make his. His body craved dark magic so badly and he could not help but look into them, the kiss with its owner making him feel weaker and weaker, not really used to kissing women. He knew that it was a woman due to the fact that a male's lips could never be so soft. The fact that there were some elements in those eyes that he could remember that Bellatrix had was also a good indication that it was Bellatrix who was kissing him. He felt his magic pull at her and he could briefly feel a small amount of her magic trickle into him before being cast away. The madness slipped into his mind once again and he then gently pushed her off him, sitting up immediately afterwards. He looked at the dark lord who was looking at him with his eerie red eyes.

"Well… Can I play some more, Voldy?"

His voice was thick with madness as it seemed to take on a childish hint that really annoyed Voldemort but ignored it out of curtsey.

"The next lesson I'm going to teach you is how to make an Inferi. First of all you need a good amount of magical power to do this which you have of course… otherwise you'd be dead by now since the power required for the simple Necromancy spells you have already learned would have killed you if you drew on the power of the Dead for too long. Take a small corpse for instance. If you were to turn it into a servant it wouldn't have the resilience to stay alive again a trained wizard or even a weak student. If you took some measures to make sure that your undead servants stay in good condition and are able to make sure that there will be no interference with the ritual from outside sources then you might be able to make a normal undead servitor into a warrior Ghoul. But that's straying off the topic. Can you still follow me?"

He looked at the wannabe Dark lord Potter and saw that he had the attention of the sixteen year old and Harry answered, his voice sounding like something totally different from what it had been only moments ago.

"Well it seems that my mind is capable of comprehending what those words were… please continue with this interesting lecture and I shall follow suit with the performance if you would care to demonstrate it once…"

The voice seemed to belong to an ancient old man, learned beyond this world and Voldemort actually had to hold back from hurting Harry since he had almost thought that Dumbledore himself had appeared within his sanctuary to pester him by giving him Lemon Drops.

"The base principle of Necromancy is to revive the Dead and let them do your bidding. The shedding of some blood is sometimes necessary in some rituals like bonding an undead servitor to your line or something else which isn't really Necromancy related but more of a subject usually referenced to as Guardians… To create an Inferi you need a corpse of a recently killed muggle or whatever suits your fancy and then cast the reviving spell on it, then make sure that the reviving spell will be enough to sustain the body for at least three hours and then you must smear three drops of blood on the undead servants head and then pronounce a long incantation which will then leech off the magic that's still within the dead body and then it will gradually turn into an Inferi, unable to have much will except your own." The Dark lord paused his explanation to look at the undead servitor that Harry had created and then said.

"Harry I don't think I need to express the desire that is needed to make the spell work. You seem to possess it in abundance, just like I had so many years ago when I made my first Inferi…"

Harry looked at the white eyes of his undead servant and then said to Voldemort. "What is the incantation?"

He studied the undead creature and felt the flow of his own magic through the body of the beast. He called out his magical aura and it darkened the room once again buffeting everyone in dark shadows unseen to the naked eye but felt everywhere. He heard a voice, Voldemorts to be exact and the man only spoke one long sentence which was the incantation.

"Let this creature turn into the darkest of the Dark, the servitor reliving once again, making use of the functions given to it by me, its master."

Voldemort's voice and the sentence had imbedded itself within Harry's memory and he could feel the warped effect that his aura had on him. He could feel the aura that used to be one of light and had turned into the darkest of dark churn and moan, a moan which seemed to be the agony that his soul was undergoing. He looked at the undead and focused his aura, his eyes turning a brilliant shade of blood red, making him look like the young Tom Riddle on his voyage into the Dark Arts.

"Let this creature turn into the darkest of the Dark, the servitor reliving once again, making use of the functions given to it by me, its master."

The rush of dark magic was enough to make him feel light-headed as his aura exploded outwards and straight into the undead creature making it moan pitifully before slumping to the floor and beginning to convulse, its skin turning paler and paler by the second the aura still lingered within the body. Harry felt like a weight had been lifted off his body and he looked at the creature which he had revived and which had been a living and breathing muggle. He looked at it as it seemed to twist and become distorted into something which could only be an undead creature of his creation which was called an Inferi.

Lord Voldemort looked on as the process which normally took up to three hours was put to work immediately, the figure being distorted to become an Inferi with greater strength but with poor speed. A look of glee came into Voldemort's eyes as he noticed that Harry wasn't even strained.

Harry himself was still basking within the dark aura that he possessed, making it feel and look like he wanted it to. He felt the pleasure of the dark magic wash over his body and intensify the hold on the darkness within his very soul. Power could be seen brimming under the surface of his skin, making him look like a mortal god. He could no longer feel anything useful, only wanting the suffering to continue and the anguish of his enemies. His views on Light and Darkness twisted to turn only to darkness, in the short term there was nothing wrong with Harry Potter but not for long.

If he ever returned amongst the people his name would be feared by most, making him into a Dark Lord which would join up with lord Voldemort to scour the planet from Muggles excepting a few which would be kept to keep the bloodlines from degrading.

The Dark Lord Harry James Potter would learn first, then strike since Knowledge is Power. He had known that there is no light or Darkness but had hidden the truth from everyone, choosing to pretend innocence of everything and just let his life be led by the silver-tongued manipulator but now he is unleashed from the chains that bound him.

Darkness shall reign supreme…

A new chapter for Dark lord 2.0. Look at my DeviantART account as listed in my profile for a poem about Lord Voldemort. Its really good according toa friend of mine. I'm thinking about doing one about Salazar Slytherin too…

I hope you all still enjoy this story….