Darkness and Desire
Chapter 1
Harry/Multi with some plot, I suppose, and smut. Features Voldemort resurrected as a Dark Lady struggling to figure out if she actually is Voldemort. Post Goblet of Fire AU.
Lily Potter was one of the most brilliant Witches of her age. No one knew how much they underestimated her. It had been a few months since she and her husband James had found out about the prophecy regarding their son. Neither believed in it, but both knew that the leading players in the game, Dumbledore and the Dark Lord Voldemort, did. Contrary to popular belief, James and Lily were not unwaveringly loyal to Dumbledore. Their family came first and above all else. The two sat in their Cottage at Godrics Hallow and were researching through ancient and very dark magic from the Libraries of both the Potter and Black families.
James was in way over his head; he was more of a combat and transfiguration specialist. His wife, however, has an affinity for Runes, Arithmancy, and Charms. He also knew she far outclassed him in sheer raw power. They made an excellent team in battles against Death eaters with his tactics and her ability. They had even dueled Voldemort to a standstill on three different occasions. While they could not defeat the dark Lord, the two together were able to match him.
"Lils, I get that you want a plan B, but we haven't even fleshed out plan A," he said to her after a pounding headache from one of the dark arts books from the Black Library.
"Our plan A is to fight, and that fight happens if they somehow figure out it's Wormy instead of Padfoot. That's two layers of protection before we even get to the fight. They're out looking for Padfoot and wasting their time," she said.
James had kept it to himself, but he didn't like that it was Wormtail who was their secret keeper. He understood the need for a red herring, and he trusted Wormtail, but he felt as if he was making an error trusting anyone but Padfoot.
No one but the four of them knew of this switch; he was planning to tell Moony once he was back from his missions with the werewolves, but it had been months since he had seen his furry friend.
James went back to pouring through the dark arts books when suddenly his wife slammed her fist on the table, nearly causing Harry, who was sleeping nearby, to wake up.
"Lils, what the hell?"
"I know what he fucking did; I kept looking for something…some ritual that deformed and removed his humanity like we've seen with him. None of what I found fully aligns with his body's effects except for this."
Lily handed her book over to James, who took and read it, and his eyes went wide.
"There is no way he created a Horcrux; how the fuck are we supposed to kill him if he has a Horcrux?"
The two sat in silence for a long time; a Dark Lord who was immortal unless they found the container for a part of his soul was beyond their wildest imaginations.
"We fight soul magic with soul magic," said Lily as she took out a piece of parchment and began drawing out several complex runes and arithmetic formulas.
The Potters plotted away, and they were still betrayed in this universe. Voldemort once again failed to kill Harry Potter. James Potter died first on Halloween of 1981, and Lily Potter seemed to have also died minutes later.
However, several things all happened at once due to the ancient and dark magic the Potters had invoked to protect their son.
Voldemort's soul was not the only one to latch onto the scar on Harry Potter's forehead, and a third entity who tracked the darkest of magics began to keep an eye on Harry Potter, this boy who was no longer fully human.
1995 at Little Hangleton Graveyard
Harry hoped and prayed that the thing inside the cauldron would just drown. It looked so fragile; how could it possibly survive this?
He had never felt the amount of pain he was feeling now. When Wormtail took his blood for the ritual, and added it to the cauldron, his scar had burst open, and blood was falling from his forehead down his face.
However all hope was lost when a figure emerged from the cauldron, and yet it wasn't at all what he expected.
A beautiful naked woman emerged with dark hair with red streaks. Her crimson red eyes, while terrifying at first, held an otherworldly, ethereal beauty to them.
She inspected her new body, and though confused at first, she felt comfortable in it. She smiled a beautiful smile that should not belong to someone so evil.
Despite everything, Harry could not help but admire her figure. Her flawless porcelain white skin seemed to shine in the dark environment of the graveyard. She ran a hand down her chest to feel her perfectly shaped c cup breasts.
She conjured a robe and covered her naked form.
"I suppose that's enough of a show for the two of you, isn't it?"
"My…my lady?" Asked Wormtail.
"Seems you've still proven to be incapable no matter what, Wormtail. But I suppose there could be worse things. I quite like this form; it just feels right. Give me your arm Wormtail."
Wormtail hurried over and held out the arm with no hand.
"The other one, you fool."
He whimpered, "please, my lady have mercy."
She reached out and grabbed the arm with the dark mark and summoned her followers.
Within minutes multiple pops were heard throughout the graveyard as the death eaters all assembled to meet the dark Lord, only to be met with confusion with the beautiful woman who awaited them.
"Who are you? Where is the dark Lord?" Asked one of the hooded figures.
Lucius Malfoy saw the error immediately and took a step back.
"Crucio!" Yelled the Dark Lady Voldemort.
Malfoy watched his companion scream in pain, realizing that this was the dark Lord, or lady it seemed.
"Whatever form I come in, Avery, I always expect the same respect do you understand?"
He whimpered his affirmation, and she took a stroll around, eyeing each of the followers that showed up.
"Not everyone is here, some of our family is in Azkaban, and they will be rewarded beyond their wildest dreams. One of my most faithful is at Hogwarts; he will join us soon. The other two at Hogwarts, well, it remains to be seen."
She spent what seemed like an eternity berating all of her followers, especially Lucius. Harry watched; he felt something had changed inside of him but could not pinpoint what it was.
You're going to need some help, boy.
His body jerked, startled by the voice in his head.
You idiot, do not attract attention to yourself. It will take me some time to give you my power.
'Who are you' he mentally said.
It does not matter; soon I will be part of you as your mother intended. You will understand then.
Harry was still confused but decided to wait. For some reason, he felt he could trust this voice, even though it seemed completely off and not entirely good.
His thoughts were cut off when the Lady Voldemort turned her attention back to him.
"We now look to the guest of honor of our little party. Harry Potter, the boy who lived. My former self failed to kill you, but I can assure you I am much more than he could ever be."
She walked over and knelt on the ground to look at him.
"Tell me, Harry, do you think I'm beautiful? Wouldn't it be better to submit to me? I can sense much potential in you; I can train you up and turn you into a good husband. I'm immortal, I will never age, and you will catch up to me soon. If you prove useful, I may even let you live along with me, for as long as you please me, of course."
"Fuck you," he replied; however attractive the new dark lady was, she still killed his parents.
"I wish you would," she said, licking her lips. "But it seems you are just another foolish stubborn wizard."
As she stood up, she helped him up. Harry had no idea why he let her or why he felt such warmth when she touched him.
"It is a shame I have to kill you now, Harry, but simply killing you isn't enough; pick up your wand and face me as your father did, tall and proud."
He wandlessly summoned his wand, which was just a few feet away from him, on the floor, and pointed it at her throat. She chuckled.
"My, we are very aggressive, aren't we."
Harry felt a searing pain across his chest and realized the dark lady had grabbed onto his chest during the altercation and seemed to be pouring some dark energy into him through her fingertips.
He jumped backward and yelled, "Reducto!"
She simply swatted away the curses as if they were nothing.
"You went from impressive to subpar within seconds, Harry," she said.
Keep firing them.
He let out a barrage of blasting curses over and over, and at first, she was pushing them away like nothing, but soon she realized he wasn't getting tired nor was he wasting his energy; he was getting stronger with every curse he had fired at her.
Soon she was forced to put up a shield, and with narrowed eyes, she began observing him, wondering what was spurring these spikes in power.
"Crucio!"
Pain beyond anything he has ever felt in his life. What was the point in fighting against this?
Do not entertain those thoughts, boy. You are my heir. You will stand up, and you will fight for both our species.
He yelled out, and his scream seemed to have broken the curse. The dark lady's eyes widened.
"What are you? You aren't human; I sense some strange magic within you."
The death eaters murmured, uneasy with the revelation their mistress had just made.
A brief memory flashed in her eyes, a book filled with dark magic and summoning spells. Yet the memory was not Voldemorts. Filing it away for later use, she decided this had gone on long enough.
"Avada Kedavra!"
"Expelliarmus!"
The two spells met and connected, and the graveyard was filled with an eerie but soothing phoenix song as the two spells turned a golden hue.
"Stand back and do nothing!" Yelled the Lady Voldemort when she noticed some death eaters begin to step forward.
She looked at the golden thread in fascination; it seemed to fill her with happiness, genuine happiness she had not felt in a long time.
That quickly went away when the form of the dead boy from earlier seemed to come out of the light.
"Hold on, Harry, you can do this!" A spectral form of Cedric yelled out.
More bodies came out, Bertha Jorkins, Frank Bryce until eventually the form of James Potter came and gave Harry a reassuring smile.
"Harry, you're going to have to stop the connection, we will be able to linger for just a little longer, but you need to get the cup, do you understand?"
Harry nodded but was confused as to why only his father came out.
"Where's…where's Mum?"
James gave him a sad smile, "there is no time right now, Harry, be quick!"
"Harry, take my body back, please, to my parents," said Cedric.
Harry nodded and quickly dropped the connection as the forms turned to Voldemort.
"I know you can hear me; please, you need to fight," said James while looking over at the dark Lady Voldemort.
"What?" Said the dark lady as she grew angry and began firing curses at the spectral form before her.
Harry yelled, "Impedimenta!" Around him and ran towards Cedric's body. Once he reached it, he yelled out, "Accio cup!" He felt the familiar pull on his naval and was whisked away.
Another observer of the incidents in the Graveyard looked on with disappointment but soon vanished before any attention was brought to her.
Harry and Cedric were transported back to a confused and near-hysterical judging panel.
"Voldemort!" He yelled out.
"Voldemort is back, but it's not him; he's different."
Thus started one of the longest nights in Albus Dumbledores' life. He had sensed the change in Harry as soon he portkeyed back. There was no longer a Horcrux, but there was something else.
