Dark Lord

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any relevant trade businesses that do have the same name. this is merely a coincidence which cannot be helped since it is fiction in action…. Damn I must be getting the same mental problem like Harry has… ah well let's just give you this new chapter as a present from me….

Legilmency

He looked at the blank walls of his cell. It had been so long since that last lesson and still he had the feeling of lingering insanity hanging around him. He looked at the magic that was all around him and he grimaced, his mood disturbed. The wails of the prisoners begging for mercy were grating on his nerves as he saw that they were being dragged out of their cells for entertainment purposes for the Death Eaters.

A dark smile was on his lips, his green eyes beginning to turn into a darker shade of what they already were. He looked at the wall, seeing the stone being worn down by time and he grinned. He couldn't wait until one of the prisoners escaped and brought the news to Dumbledore. Snape had been dealt with of course. The man had been obliviated and been made to remember that Harry had looked like he had been tortured for a great deal by the great big and bad You-Know-Who himself. It still amused Harry that the Inferi he had created seemed to follow him around like a dog. It hadn't left its position outside of his cell in a few days scaring off everyone with the dead white eyes as well as the stench of decay that hung around it. Harry could bear it, having been able to bear the stench of dead bodies ever since he had begun studying Necromancy. At an offhanded comment both he and Voldemort had started working on a small counterme4asure against some spies sneaking into the fold of the Death Eaters by allowing the Dark mark to act as a remotely detonated bomb, which would be able to detonate whenever a hint of treason is within the follower's mind. It was a rather daring combination of Legilmency and Necromancy and the first person they had tried it out on was an unfaithful on ho took the oath once again and then exploded ten minutes later in a burst of gore splattering all over. Voldemort looked rather pleased with the result and Bella had howled with laughter at the horrified Death Eaters who had watched one of their own blow up.

Harry looked to see Bella coming towards him once again and the Inferi didn't move, unlike other times when another Death Eater came. Harry had watched how those had been violently ripped apart. It was enlightening to see how they screamed before they were torn apart. It must have had something to do with Bellatrix her presence at the ceremony in which the Inferi had been created that she wasn't instantly attacked by the creature.

He grinned as she opened the cell door and said: "Come to torture me some more, Bella? Or are you here to kiss my feet and call me Master?" a hint of a laugh could be detected within his voice and for the moment nobody was listening and the woman grinned and said; "The Master has plans for you Potter. But if you would like me to kiss your feet… forget it!" with that she whipped out the wand she had in her hand and pointed it at him, a curse coming out and making a lash mark appear on his cheek. Blood was dripping out of it and he still grinned and said; " Seems that you lost some power while in Azkaban, Bella dearest. Maybe you would like me to administer some good deserved pain to you once I get out of here?" he looked at her and she scowled at him, wanting this little game to be over. Just get out of there Potter and follow me. It's not good to keep the Lord waiting." She looked at him and then began to channel some of her magic to her wand, a light appearing on the tip the moment the magic reached it. Harry looked at her and said; "Lead the way."

He looked at her shapely ass, wanting to slap it really hard but that would either land him on the wrong end of a wand or within the woman's room, under the 'precious' ministrations of her. He shuddered for a moment about what those ministrations could be and then looked at her long black hair, imagining it brushing against his face. It really looked good on such a woman like her. She couldn't be much older then 36 or 38 since she was still beautiful. A bit insane but still beautiful. "What is your lord intent on teaching one such as I?" he asked and she turned around slightly, still continuing her walk towards the room in which Voldemort was giving his Teach Harry potter Class In which He Shall Succeed Or Die. "Probably going to give you a good dose of pain, Potter. "Her answer to his question was short and seemingly held malice within it. He simply grinned, not really wanting to have much to do with the woman. She was a little bit on the loony side, even more so thanks to his attempt at enslaving her with the Imperius. It took some hours for her to return to full consciousness and only a few stunning spells sent by Lord Voldemort could keep her from raping him. It was funny to see Lucius Malfoy's face when he saw both the Dark Lord as well as his first in command lying on the floor, Bellatrix without much covering her and the Dark Lord still being clothed but fighting a losing battle due tot eh fact that Bella was moaning his name. Harry just laughed as he looked at the spectacle of Bellatrix jumping at her master and them rolling on the floor, one trying to stun the woman and the woman trying to undo the clothing of the man.

Harry had enough fun for the moment and he looked at the doors which led to the sanctuary of the Dark lord, one of the people who could teach him. Between them there had been a fragile peace, Voldemort having come to an understanding that two Dark lords were better then one in hope of surviving this war. Afterwards there would need to be another war between them to determine who would get the world. It would be fun to see what the man could throw at him. Harry and Voldemort had been working on many Dark Arts in the three weeks he had been held captive and he began to feel his magic react once again. Voldemort had explained to him that he had a very strange aura, one which seemed to be one of chaos but of incredible power.

Harry could feel the buzz of his magic all around him, seeming to urge him to do something;. He felt it burning his body, knowing that it wanted action. Not wanting to be used to do simple things, just wanting to be unleashed upon something, to cause chaos upon something. He opened the door, looking at the Dark lord who was his equal and he grinned. "Voldemort…" he paused. " What have you got for me to learn today? I already learned Occlumency thanks to your incessant prodding at my mental shields. Are we going to start on Legilmency today?" his voice was seemingly calm and collected but a war of emotions was boiling on the inside. He looked at the man and he felt a dark sliver of something come form the man, feeling how it touching his mind and then was ejected. A smile came upon Voldemort's lips, a terrible sight to behold. To watch his mouth form a smile was truly something which could cause someone a nightmare. The man was looking at his apprentice, grinning at the shields he had detected.

Not even the Old Fool will be able to enter his mind if he keeps those shields up. But it would be suspicious if he shows that much skill in Occlumency. The Dark lord's mind was thinking about the thing Harry had said only moments ago. He looked at the child and saw that the green eyes looked like the Avada Kedavra, so brilliant green and dark. He looked at the child and saw the edge of madness within the green eyes. This might become a problem… if he keeps the madness within his mind then it would be a bit of trouble to get in his mind.

Outwardly he kept his composure and said: "Alright. Now is the time for you to learn Legilmency. The Art of Legilmency is usually used in invading the minds of someone who is not allied to you to check for memories which might hold information about enemy plans. It can also be used to persuade someone by just a small touch of magic being added to it. The concept is fairly easy but is often difficult to try out. You need to visualise a thread of your will running towards their eyes, then connect with them through it. If they have Occlumency walls then it would be hard to enter but with enough skill you might be able to do it. Dumbledore, for instance has a very high wall erected at all times to prevent anyone from entering his mind at all times. Why don't you try it out on Bella?" the Dark lord looked at the woman who stood rooted to the spot as a tingling sensation rushed through her body. She could feel the Dark Lord's mind probing in her own and she unconsciously released her muscles, sensing his presence leaving her mind.

Harry noticed how Bella seemed to freeze for a second and he felt a small wish to have the same power. At the current level he would not be able to destroy wizards on the scale of Bellatrix with ease. If he duelled with another member of the Inner Circle then it would be a drawn out affair but he would win. He could feel the dark magic sing in his veins, waiting for a use. Eh had been feeling ill lately and he noticed that his appearance took on a more broken look. It was of course only a change that happened outwardly but he could not help but fathom that he was deteriorating from the outside. He could feel his magic being a tempest, constricted within him. Voldemort had talked about limiters on the body but he hadn't understood as far. He would need to find out something about limiters and then perhaps do something about them before he deteriorated even farther.

He looked at the woman, his eyes making contact with hers. They were truly something else. They looked like some sort of orbs that seemed to shine with the dark magic that she practised. He could no longer feel what was bothering him at the moment as he sent a pulse of magic into his eyes and imagined a thin thread of magic to be running between their eyes. He felt a brief flash of something touch his minds eye and then he felt it retreating. He looked at her, the small connection between their eyes snapping instantly. He narrowed his eyes, the madness beginning to seep into them once again. He didn't know why he could feel his perspective changing but he wanted to learn this.

After ten minutes of trying he paused for a moment, Bellatrix looking worn out to him. He guessed that she was exhausted by his trying to break into her mind. He had been making progress, seeing his godfather in his younger years for some time but then not having seen anything he just pressed on. He looked her straight in the eyes once again and imagined a wave of magic travelling all over the small connection they had between their eyes and then felt himself slamming through her eyes and into her mind, his presence not being halted by many shields that she had up at the moment. He caught a rush of memories, dragging him inwards, making him relive whatever they were about. He looked at the woman's memories, of her youth and how she had first met her cousin the first time. He grinned at Sirius his clumsy attempts to have a civil conversation with his cousin and then gave up after blurting out that he hated his mother. Bella reacted in kind, insulting hi about a stupid attempt at being funny with that frickign Potter boy.

He searched around and then found some of her recent memories, pertaining her stay in the 'loveable' institute of Azkaban. The coldness of the memory surprised him nothing and he could feel the feeling in his bones, maddening and insane thoughts welling up in his mind as he looked through the memory of the cell that she had been staying in. he decided that he knew enough and retreated from her mind as gently as possible, leaving no mental damage, but detecting some strange sense of attachment to him. She seemed confused about it too, her reaction differing every time she lingered on the feeling.

He returned to the room, his mind in disarray as he looked at her with a new light shining in his eyes. Still he craved the dark knowledge and to be one of the Dark Lords that would go down in history as one of the darkest and most evil ones of all time. He looked at her, his eyes wide with the insanity that had sprang up within his mind once again, making him look totally lost within the Dark Side, if someone were to describe it in a way like they use to do in those Light Sided Harry fics. His eyes looked at Bellatrix, her gaze somehow capturing his and a hint of a shudder could be seen throughout her body, making Voldemort interested in what the hell had transpired.

Harry simply smiled once and said; "Seems like you have quite the horrific past Bella… why don't you just come and think about it all? It would lessen the load on your back by a great deal and also make you feel better then before if you can lessen your mental load… I am already beyond redemption…" His voice seemed to be very light, like he was feverish and babbling gibberish, which wasn't the case.

"You succeeded at Legilmency… Well that's one thing I didn't expect to happen so quickly… I think the lesson for today is done, Harry. Bella please escort him back to his cell…" with nary any acknowledgement, the Dark lord strode to a corner of the room to get out a book from a dusty shelf, surprised that it actually was dusty. Mumbling something about forgetful house-elves, he began to page through the thick book, looking up something while Harry was gently escorted out, Bellatrix still looking at Harry with a strange look in her eyes, as if the insanity was something that she also knew.

Harry looked at the walls, wishing that he could just walk through them unencumbered by the fact that most people herein thought of him as a prisoner to be humiliated. He looked at Bellatrix who had put on her mask once again, the white not hiding her eyes which seemed to carry some compassion for him.

He could only hope that she acted on that desire instead of trying to hide it, like Ginny never had done…

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