Dark Lord Potter
Part Two
Prologue
Harry went through most of Kasmire's memories on Grindelwauld, and upon request, memories of the other Harry.
"So what do you say? Will you help me?" Kasmire asked taking a sip of his tea while the two sat in his, for lack of a better term, office.
"What do you want me to do?" Harry asked back coolly, not letting an ounce of emotion show itself upon his face. Inwardly he was thinking of all the memory charms and brutal mind tortures the order did. Whose plan was that anyways? Harry suspected Snape had something to do with it, but he was not quite sure about Dumbledore. While the old man was dead, maybe he had planned this when Harry was a mere baby…
"I think you should have guessed by now." Kasmire said, shaking Harry out of his stupor.
"I have, but I want to hear what you want me to do for you… I owe you a bit for freeing me after all."
"Yes, I suppose you do. You know that Knockturne Alley was once a great city, a haven for everyone and everything. Grindelwauld ruled over it quite wisely before-" His expression darkened. "Before Dumbledore murdered him. So I want you to lead Knockturne Alley to greatness once again."
"And how are we going to do that?"
"You will just be a poster boy mostly, while I tell you what to do."
Harry narrowed his eyes, "Oh really?"
"Yes, but if you would like to take a more active role… well that is why I freed you in the first place." Kasmire looked unfazed at Harry's angry glare. His red eyes observed Harry like a specimen, trying to find out his strengths and weaknesses by simply staring.
He put the teacup down on the desk and his long fingers pulled out a piece of parchment from his robes. "Here, a list of targets. If you can dispose of them, then I would be able to take a more active role with dark creature rights."
"Besides," Kasmire added, "Most of them are order members anyway."
"Were you planning to dispose of them?"
"Yes, and I was going to have you take the credit for it. Your defeat of Voldemort commands a lot of respect, and if you were seen as the one behind this new revolution, well all the-"
"Voldemort is not dead." Harry cut him off, "His horocruxes still exist so technically he can come back."
"What?" Kasmire raised an eyebrow, "Horocruxes? As in plural?"
"Yeah, he made seven of them and I have only found three so far."
"If he does come back, that could pose a problem for us. He would try to lure the werewolves back on to his side."
"But I already defeated Greyback! I should be the alpha of the packs, right?"
"Are you a werewolf?" He asked wryly.
Harry shook his head, and rubbed his bleary eyes. "What about the vampires? Wouldn't they join Voldemort?"
Kasmire let out a booming laugh, "Vampires are old, Harry. Really old, most of them are more than three hundred years old, and they wouldn't let themselves be commanded by a wizard. Too much pride…"
"Then how can you command them?"
"I don't. They have a hierarchy of their own, with the oldest vampires at the top. And they tolerate my presence only because I give them a safe house, and I fight for their rights… behind the scenes of course."
Harry nodded, "Well, if that's all I have some business to attend to." He quickly scanned the list, and he didn't mind actually killing them. He barely knew them except that they were in the order, and therefore part of the schemes.
"After this is over, we will part ways. Then I never want to see you again."
Kasmire raised his eyebrows, "Why?" He said stopping Harry's rise from the chair.
"Because I have no reason to see you again."
Kasmire frowned in confusion, "Huh? Wha-?"
"What I mean is, I don't want to be here, in Britain. I want to go away somewhere and live quietly. In peace."
"Well, I guess that is fine." He said frowning, "I don't see why you would want to do that once Knockturne Alley is established as the great city it once was…"
"Thank you. After I kill the people on this list, what do I do?"
"Just show your face once or twice around Knockturne alley, and I'll do the rest."
Harry nodded once, and left the building, never to come back again.
The list was written on old English parchment, in royal blue ink with a steady hand. It's neat writing fit the crisp and rich paper.
The list:
Brad Cransbury – Pureblood wizard, member of Wizengamot, member of OoTP, hates dark arts and dark wizards.
Nicole Shacklebolt – Wife of Kingsley Shacklebolt, head of foreign affairs, keeps on refusing negotiations with Transalvania, the nation of vampires.
Kingsley Shacklebolt – Retired auror, works part time on special jobs for the ministry, usually creating chaos in Knockturne Alley by bringing in lone werewolves for questionable testing.
Mad Eye Moody – Retired auror, paranoid as hell, hates dark wizards and dark creatures.
Mundungus Fletcher – Works as a spy for Nymphadora Tonks, his location is never in one place, almost as paranoid as Moody.
Nymphadora Tonks – Head of Magical Law enforcement, good duelist, fakes a clumsy act, took several hundred thousand galleons worth of bribes from Brad Cransbury to support his unfair laws.
Severus Snape – Potions Master at Hogwarts
Minerva McGonnagal – Headmistress of Hogwarts
Fillius Flitwick – Works as a charms master in Department of mysteries, retired teacher
Narcissa Black – Widow of the Malfoy family, very rich, controls most of the members of Wizengamot, suspected of bribes, sees Brad Cransbury sometimes for dinner.
Draco Malfoy – Escaped death eater, still on the run by the ministry for various rule breakings. Fashions himself as the new dark lord of the death eaters, worse thing is that the remaining death eaters believe him… This is the suspected topic of the bribes for Tonks.
The Weasley Family – Bastion of the light, will strongly oppose any moves for revolution
Hermoine Granger – Head of Department of Mysteries, suspected of making a magical gun that will kill any dark creatures, still not sure but do not take risks with her.
Harry frowned at the last two on the list, could he kill the Weasley family? That would depend of they were involved with Harry's imprisoning.
He shrugged, and apparrated in front of a muggle hotel: Holiday Inn, near Diagon Alley. He entered, conjuring fake money as he did so, and paid for a hotel room.
Settling his exhausted body in a steamy bath, and cleared his troubled mind. He concentrated hard on it, searching for anything that was out of place. This was hard to tell in his sloppy mind, but he still couldn't shake off a small feeling that there maybe something he had missed…
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AN: Ok, 14 people to assassinate, and I promise you they will not be easy! The assassinations will offer more insight into the blocks on Harry's mind, which I promise you aren't gone at all. Now a new era for this story has started…
Don't bother reviewing for this chapter; it was quite short. I know and I'll try to make them longer.