Dark Lord

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or connected characters to the book series Harry Potter written by JK Rowling. I disclaim any spells and other things used by my mind in this and I hope to enjoy the gratitude of many people by writing this…

Rise of Harry Potter, Dark Lord

He looked at the damp walls that he was once again walking through, the woman ahead of him leading him through them, doing her appointed duty to Lord Voldemort. There had been one person who had escaped and brought the news of his situation to the news of the Wizarding world and Harry had enjoyed the headlines proclaiming him to be missing and in You-Know-Who's possession.

"Seems like I caused quite the stir, Bella. Don't you want to just come here and give me a little kiss on the neck for just speaking to you, or even curse me with the Cruciatus?"

Bellatrix had been a rather fascinating specimen. He had learned that she was a very intelligent witch, who would do whatever it took to stay alive and gather power to be used. It didn't matter too much to him since he could feel that her intentions for him had some ulterior move which was still hidden in a shroud to him. He hadn't wanted to pierce that shroud within her mind, even though he could have by using his Legilmency. It had been hard to learn in the time that Lord Voldemort had taught him the Art of Legilmency but It had been worth it.

Not many people could hide their thoughts from him now and he was far more in tune with his magic then he had been before. The magic seemed to hum around him, forming intricate patterns that only he seemed to be able to understand, the sheer maddening patterns fitting into his mindset immediately and being translated into power to him.

He looked at her shapely ass and brought his hand against it, slapping her ass, making her give a startled sound. He loved the feel of her ass and knew that she wasn't going to say much about it. She had became used to it after she had been crucio'ed by Voldemort for bringing him in late by using the Cruciatus curse on him the first time he had tried slapping her ass. She had remained hostile to him for three days afterwards and Harry could not fathom much of the things that would happen.

Once again he stood in front of the doors that led to his fellow Dark Lord. He could already sense the hum of magic around him increase and his own maddened aura was straining to compensate for the magic that was mixing with it, wanting to remain pure to the core of him.

Harry grinned, looked at the woman and said. "Bring me to Lord Voldemort and do it quickly Bella. I don't think he'd like much to do with women who are late, not even you, the prized daughter of the Black family." A laugh escaped his lips, the sound echoing off the dank walls.

He grinned as he waved and the door opened, the magic opening it like his hands would have to do if he would do it the muggle way. He looked at the Dark lord who sat in a chair, reading a thick tome and was seemingly amused, as was visible by the smile on the man's face.

Harry's grin was widening at the sight and he moved forwards, then recognised the book. "A book on psychology, Tom? Do you have some weird mental problem you need to take care of before we go for totally world domination?"

Voldemort looked up at his young protégé, also his fellow Dark Lord without any followers at the current moment.

"Not exactly. I am merely looking at this for a new way to drive muggles insane." ( And discover what's wrong with your mind…)

There he paused and flipped a page and said. "Please sit down Mr. Potter. I would like to study this book better and I would like it if you sat down out of your own will and not being restrained by Bella. There is a book about advanced Death Runes on the table next to you… please take time to study it and learn something…"

Voldemort looked at the page, scanning the contents, irritated that nothing was even recorded about magical psychosis., the normal reason for psychosis was only recorded in the book at the time it was written, which was some three years ago.

… And the patient must show several bouts of psychosis, which could include maniacal behaviour or other deviant behaviour. The behaviour is often erratic and often does not emerge until a certain codeword or something else then that is spoken, or an action is taken. The patient could either experience a maddened rage or some other thing. If the patient is male then there is an added chance for madness induced rage which would involve certain problems with controlling the anger that suddenly rises up and takes over the body. Not that it would take any great deal of preparation, but it would be easiest if the patient is locked in a secure environment where the patient cannot harm anyone or himself.

Talking to someone with psychosis would be hard to do since the person who suffers from the mental ailment may turn on the speaker within a moment's notice. The insanity that comes from the psychosis isn't something that can be negated by simple medication, but must be made to respond to certain elements. Until a solution is found, it is best to encourage the patient that he is in control and is able to do whatever he pleases.

Voldemort closed the book with a clap which sent some dust from the cover into the air. He looked at Harry who sat reading the book with some amount of glee in his face as he was looking over ancient runes which skittered across the surface, him being able to read them without much difference.

"Harry…"

The reaction form the child was immediate and green eyes were focused on him. "You have been my student for some time now and I would like to present you with a small present. Come with me."

The elder Dark Lord got up, the chair looking older then he was the moment he got off it and his thin frame seemed to belie the magical power that he had. He would lead Harry to the secret of his eternal life and then force him to make one for himself.

Harry looked at the Dark Lord, feeling exhausted all of a sudden and he looked at the man, his face a mask of wear. He didn't know what was wrong with him but he could feel some small amount of his body protest against something, desperately seeking for a release of something. He could see that there was something that would require his attention and he looked at it and saw that Voldemort was walking out of the room through a door which looked to be pretty old to him.

Harry followed the man, taking careful steps as to not loose his balance but managing to keep up with the Dark Lord, his eyes shifting between blood red and intense jade green. Harry watched as Death Eaters bowed before their Lord before probably casting confused looks at Harry for simply walking behind their Lord at a pace which would be easily thought of as feeble steps, while in reality they were simple steps that could be thought of as feeble but would allow him to run away the first moment he sensed danger.

It all seemed like it came out of some demented comic. The 'Danger Sense' that he somehow had gotten was warning him of possible things that could happen and for a moment he wondered if this was some sort of weird thing which could happen to any hero turned villain. This was simply too convenient to speak freely about and he giggled rather girlish after the thought of perhaps turning back to the Light after he had renounced the Dark. He would never renounce the Dark since it was like a mother to him. They created people like him, dark and jaded against anyone who would try and oppress them. Dumbledore fitted the bill to that perfectly. The man was always so intent on sending him back to the Dursleys that he had never really protested against it and instead had led up to this madness which had taken a hold of him this moment. He looked at the thin Dark Lord once again and then threw everything in the wind, just following the man after increasing his pace a bit so that he was walking straight behind the man. The man's breathing was almost like it seemed mechanical, something that seemed odd but Harry didn't pay too much attention to it. He looked at the pale skin that was of the Dark lord and then commented.

"A few times under a hot sun would do you some good, Voldie. Might even make you get attractive to the ladies…"

Voldemort ignored the comment since he was used to crazy things from his fellow Dark wizard. The power that the boy seemed to wield was incredible and he wanted to make sure that he would leave a mark on society which would span several ages at the least. Immortal life was there for them, they only had to make a few Horcruxes for Harry and there would be no more drama.

Harry could imagine the face Dumbledore would make if he knew that Harry was studying dark magic under the Dark Lord, intent on becoming one himself. It had been a tiring month and Harry still had to learn much but he was confident in his ability to fight off several of the Inner Circle members. Now they would need only to stage his escape from Death Eater town and Harry would be fit to infiltrate whatever society he could due to the fact that he had suffered so much under the Death Eater's hands.

Harry could feel his aura beginning to reach out once again and he witnessed how a Death Eater was suddenly picked up as if by an invisible hand and smashed against the wall, drawing the attention of Lord Voldemort as well as Bellatrix Lestrange, who had chosen to walk behind Harry.

The Death Eater was groaning as he had another intimate encounter with the wall, then could feel how the insides began to twist and turn and a scream came from the Death Eater's throat, an undeniable sound of a male in pain. Harry could feel the anguish the man was in and then began to twist his aura even more, his eyes now a pure and undiluted blood red. His eyes seemed to be giving off a look of insanity which made even the Dark lord cringe as the darkness had spread through Harry due to the fact that his mind was messed up, the mental psychosis probably having set in moments after they had passed the Death Eater who was now getting executed for some sort of slight in Harry's eyes. A demented grin was on Harry's face and Harry grinned as he looked at the Death Eater who began to twist into ways the human body was not meant for. A snapping sound and a strangled cry was all that it took as the man's spine broke and then the flesh began to tear as the invisible hands bended the man like a twig and had snapped every bone there was.

Harry's face was one that nobody would ever want to look at, the eyes betraying the insanity that was within his mind, a cold look on his face, eyes wild with no sense of anything resembling a conscience. The majority of the Death Eaters shivered once they saw Harry's face. They looked at him and then made sure that the group consisting of the Dark lord, Harry Potter and Bellatrix Lestrange went on their way towards the inner sanctum of the Dark Lord where no Death Eaters were allowed except the Lord.

Harry viewed everything with some new perspective as he felt the life draining out of the Death Eater. He grinned and then with a small hand motion the corpse immolated, black flames consuming it quickly. His face still was one of madness, breaking through a numerous amount of insanity there was some small hint of normalcy within those eyes which seemed too much like the Dark Lord's.

"If you are finished scaring the Death Eaters then we can continue, Harry… I have something to show you…" Without further words the Dark lord continued walking towards the area where the secret to immortality was hidden.

Harry looked at the Dark Lord and said. "Of course Tom. I wouldn't want to wait until you put your Doomsday device into action…" A smile was still tugging on his lips as he watched the burning corpse and then quickly turned around, disinterested in the spectacle of the black writhing flames.

They walked through hallways that hadn't been walked through since some time, the dust that had gathered only showed that one person regularly walked this path. He looked around for anything that could help him identify what Voldemort was intending to show him. It would be something useful, that's for sure if Voldemort went to such lengths to hide it. The deepness of the dungeons seemed to stretch out infinitively to Harry and he wasn't surprised if there were some sort of illusions to make you think you were busy with travelling for ages and ages and would finally die out of thirst due to the illusion fooling you into thinking there was no way out and leaving yourself to die there unless rescued by the Dark Lord himself…

Finally they came to a room which was dimly lit except for four pedestals with different items on them. One was a beautifully crafted ring which glittered in the light, casting an ominous shadow over some of the corners of the room as light was reflected off it. Another pedestal held a cup with a badger on it, also casting an ominous shadow over a part of the room.

Another artefact was there, a small dagger which seemed to give off an aura of darkness and had a snake engraved upon the hilt, stretching over the blade entirely, the tip looking greenish with poison…

The final pedestal was empty except for a small something which looked like a small hairpin or something like that. When Harry tried to get a better look at it Voldemort spoke. "These, Harry are Horcruxes, pieces of my soul which I split in seven to get the most magical power out of myself. With these I am immortal!" The Dark Lord looked at Harry who got a greedy look in his eyes.

"Can I make some too? I want to live forever and be known as the scourge of the world!" The voice was childish sounding and Voldemort knew that one insane side of Harry had taken over for the moment, wanting to get something done.

"Of course you can. Bellatrix would you be so kind and get me a prisoner who would have some meaning to young Harry here? "

The Dark Lord looked at the woman who bowed and said. "Yes, Master." She rushed from the room, intent on selecting someone who would be known by Harry and would have some meaning of symbolism to him.

She finally found one that she had seen before at the Ministry, taking note that it was the same person she had once seen. She grinned and said. "The Lord wishes to see you, immediately… He has a nice little thing to do and you fit the specifications…"

"I will never give up! You hear me you bitch! Harry is still around here and he will escape and then kill you and You-Know-Who!" the person was dragged through the halls, towards the chamber where the person's fate would be sealed by the boy that the person knew so well… or thought about knowing Harry James Potter, the Dark Lord.

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