The Shadow Of Laurel
Summary: A not so ordinary girl is living with her family in a small villages, where there are no secrets but the most dark ones. What happens when the Nightmare Lord decides to raide the village, and take prisoners with him? What when these just happen to be the family of the not so ordinary girl?
Pairings: Harrison X OC
Warning: gore, violence, probably sex too. Death, a lot of death. Child abuse, rape, torture, mass murder. Evil!Harry, twisted!Harry, evil!OC, twisted!OC, and probably snuff or something like that.
Disclaimer: This is like a double disclaimer because I own neither the Nightmare Man by Tiro ( ), which this story is a fanfiction of, nor Harry Potter, which The Nightmare Man is a fanfiction of. And I dont make any money with this either, btw!
Btw I forgot to say this last time – but this takes place somewhere in Chapter 17, just before the Nightmare Lord builds his new home.
Chapter 1
The Nightmare Lord was bored. That in itself was quite usual, as only few things in the world remained to entertain him.
But today, it was especially bad. He had already chugged down three different poisons, and vomited half the day just to chugg down another two.
So as he was lying on the floor in his own bloody vomit, careful not to lay his face directly in it, he thought to himself just how bored he was. Not even the screeches of his beloved children, the dementors, could sooth his boredom, and he felt too sick to go downstairs and torture prisoners. So, against all good judgement, he decided to take a bath and going to sleep.
In that moment, he vomited once again, and thought: ´well after i stopped choking up my organs.´
After the bath, he Nightmare Lord felt refreshed, and warm, but still so unbelievably bored. He had been forced to rip Elises tongue when she wouldn´t stop talking about how he shouldn´t swallow so many poisons in one day, and was now mad and slightly angered because of it.
He didnt know why he was angered, and he also didnt like that, and on top of the boredom, his anger also grew the more he thought about it. At least it had made Lucian shut up as well, so he hadnt taken his tongue too.
He put the flesh into a container made of magic he had made just for this purpose, and laid it next to his bed while Elise was tucking him in, bowing before leaving the room without a word, or a glance that was nothing but... adoring?
It just made the Lord even more pissed off to think about it, so he just closed his eyes and tried to sleep, despite the fact that something felt off. Later that evening, Elise and Lucian woke up to screams, and the Lord coming into the hall with his fingers twitching and his hair rising at its tips as he stepped outside.
They were more than surprised he was already awake, as they had expected him to wake up in the next season earliest.
He gestured them to follow him, and without hesitation, they did so. They apparated just outside a village a bit further in the country, a small muggle village with few magical people in it.
As the Nightmare Lord looked at the setting sun, the sky turned blood red, and he grinned as he looked upon its color.
"Beautiful... I bet it looks even better if theres fire beneath it, and the screams of the dying accompanying it."
Neither Elise nor Lucian commented, just looked at their Master with complete devotion to him and willing to do whatever would keep him safe and happy, even if it was just for a little while.
Even if that meant that all the people in this village would die for short-whiling entertainment, they didnt care. As long as it helped their Master to be less bored, they were just fine with that.
It was quite the ordinary day for Lara: she sat on her bed all day, reading, and trying to make her family ignore her, only going out of her room to go downstairs to eat in the room full of her father hunting trophies and her mothers crosses.
In a room she had learnt to dread ever being in. As soon as she stepped one foot into the sight of her mother, the cooking woman said: "Why are you wearing that? I told you not to wear that, it just makes you ugly. I just hope you won´t be wearing that when the smiths come by next week.
"Yes mother." She answered in a cheery but apologetic tone, as if she had nothing better to do than listen to how much her mother thought a failure of her, and trying to be perfect for said mother.
She exchanged a smile and a hug with her father, who as always didn´t see through her facade. She kissed her little sister on her head and bickered with her a bit and then nodded to her brother, who ignored her, before sitting down at the wooden table.
The moment she sat down her mother would call her: "Lara! Come and help me here!"
She helped her, and then food was served, and while they ate her mother found mistake after mistake about her. She would complain, and compare, and complain, and lecture, and complain, and ignore, and slap.
"Don´t you dare treat me so disrespectful young lady!"
"Yes, don´t treat your mother like that."
Then she´d bend her head apologetic and be sent into her room, her cheek stinging and apologetic tears streaming down her beautiful face.
Only once she was in her room, leaning against the door so it closed, she let the facade fall, and her face disorted into a snarl of anger and disgust for a second before falling down again into a blank slate as she sat down and took another book into her hands.
Once again entering her little bubble of bliss in different worlds, only to be called down again a few hours later, the whole thing starting anew, just with different topics, and different food.
This time though, this time after dinner, just a few minutes after Lara was send upstairs, the young oracle from across town ran into her room, spouting nonsense only thing this prophecy showed was that she knew about her powers, and when Lara stood above her, looking down at her fallen figure, she could think of little she wanted more than to snap the womans neck then and there.
But sadly, before she could even begin to put that thought into action, a scream could be heard, and then the woman was already awake again.
The words the woman said, not the prophecy, not the fact that they were all probably going to die, but who was coming, the name her trembling lips uttered, the title that brought tears to the womans eyes...
It made Lara feel euphoric.
This village was quite entertaining, the Nightmare Lord found. He had also decided to gather a few prisoners, a family preferably since it would make them harder to break, and with that, more entertaining..
He was just beginning to calm down a bit, enjoying himself with all these people, when suddenly someone screamed out: "Freak! Leave us, you evil man!" And it was Uncles voice.
Not like normally, when it was just for a split second.
No, this man, this man coming up with a sword to challenge him, was Uncle alike in anything but his slightly handsome, but expressionless face. He was also fat, even more so than Uncle had been, but he swung the sword around like it was weightless.
Just like Uncle threw him around like he was a ball.
Behind him was a woman who was everything Aunt would have despised: fat, dirty, but still quite pretty with all these flaws making her look untidily, but as if she´d be beautiful without them.
But even that beauty only remained for a quick second. In that second, a sneer appeared on her face. An expression of pure and utter disgust appeared on her face as she looked at him.
And now she seemed just like Aunt. No diference could be determined in her glare as she looked upon him from behing the mans back, and Aunts glare down on him behind Uncles back whenever he would do something ´freak-ish´.
As if he was nothing to her, less than nothing.
As if he was a speck of dirt.
Suddenly, he was calm. Completely calm. At least on the surface, on the inside he was burning up. Burning with hatred and anger and wrath at the two muggles in front of him. But opposed to normally, he didn´t kill these two, but only knocked them out with a quick flash of magic.. Instead he gave Lucian a signal and told him: "Take these two, and find their family and bring them too."
Surprise flashed across the servants face before he bowed and quickly complied to his Masters wishes, while said Master then continued to tear people apart, rip of their childrens heads in front of them, take knifes, fire, and swords and just laughing at them, and generally enjoying himself.
Only when every single person in the village apart from that family were dead, he decided to finally search for his servant Lucian, who had gone to pick up the family of the couple he had captured.
The Lord was starting to wonder what was taking him so long, when he arrived at the house. He went inside, just to be stopped by Lucians figure standing in the door frame, seemingly frozen in place.
"Lucian, I do not approve untardi- ...ness..."
The Nightmare Lord stopped short when he lay his bright green eyes upon the most gorgeous girl he had ever seen. He stared at her, and her shadow grew larger towards him, in opposite of behind her. It climbed on his shadow, and suddenly he could feel hands patting his robes, seemingly worshipping him. He glanced at his robes to find them untouched, and when he looked back at the girl, and saw her devoted, crazy grin, her lips stretched wildly and her eyes shining happily as she exclaimed: "My Lord! You are here!"
The only thing he could think, the words that left his lips, were:
"I want her. I want you. She is mine, you are mine now."