Harry Potter and the Forces of Darkness

Chapter 8: The Destruction of Privet Drive

Hey its been a while court and jury. Since this is my first story, I've decided to put myself into this story as an OC the dashingly sexy bitch called Daniel Alexander Bailey.

I AM EXACTLY LIKE THIS IN REAL LIFE.

LAZY

HANDSOME

...that's it

ENJOY

Three days

It was three days subdued in a magical comatose of sleep until Luse awoke his body grumbling slightly in mock protest. His new adorned features remained silent, only croaking to their wistful birth.

Shadowed blurry eyes scanned what they could of his surroundings indicating plainly that he was still inside the ritual chamber underground of Gringotts. Tall figures who he easily identified as the Shadowkhan were stationed stoically around him on all sides, he wondered on how long he had been standing there, it gave him a warmth that even soulless shadow puppets like them had so much loyalty and servitude. Much more than any of his "best friends" had ever contributed.

Realising their master had arisen the Shadowkhan gently lifted him to sit on the edge of the stone slab, he could still feel the cold temperature yet just barely the raging inferno of a fire in his chest quickly negated any chills. With a forced topple he stood on his legs waving his hand to the Shadowkhan dismissing them into decaying smoke.

Even though he couldn't see himself he could feel the changes on his body. While asleep he had no nightmares whatsoever just the sweet feelings and joy from the girls he had seen on his time travel trip. It had already identified the faces of the girls he had been holding had with before as Daphne and Astoria Greengrass. While most of the Slytherins had been locked away from joining Voldemort in the Final Battle, they had been a neutral pureblooded family even that of a Noble and Most Ancient House they had never sided with anybody and had entirely stayed out of the war. Despite this title, they had no motives to join either the Dumbledore or Voldemort and had remained inactive. If things went differently, he would have chosen the same and let the two sides kill each other.

Still, he couldn't remember the name of the black haired amber eyed girl...

Mentally slapping himself out of his thoughts Luse closed his eyes reviewing the condition of his magical core, the results nearly made him gasp. His core previously had been something that could fit inside his chest snugly. Now it towered over an average adult the size of Hagrids half brother Grawp in an astral form. The combination of Dumbledores bindings and Voldemort parasitic Horcrux had done more damage than anybody could guess. Luse scowled menacingly staring back his core as it pounded like heartbeat pulsing waves of golden sparks.

He could feel his own magic fueling to blood in his veins it seemingly becoming second nature to call upon it as his core responded without being sluggish and weak to overuse.

"Finally awake are we Mr Guizu."

Luse's eyes darted to the shadows of the catacombs taking a mental note his sense much like his vision was augmented tenfold enabling his vision to pierce shadows. The outline of Ragnok stood there unfazed by his client's additional changes simply leaning casually against a broken pillar clutching in both hands Luse's grey cloak neatly folded under one arm.

"The wards inside of my office had informed me of you retiring to the Land of the Living" Ragnok explained nonchalantly approaching Luse while rummaging for something inside his coat pocket. Eventually, when Ragnok reached Luse, he pulled out what appeared to be a shrunken mirror proceeding to prop it vertically on the side of the ritual stone. Waving his hand the mirror enlarged itself into a full body reflection.

Turning to Luse, he bore that same devilish smile. "Before we begin the rest of our business I believe that you should see the changes that your kind has robbed you of," Ragnok said sneering at the mere image of the certain Headmaster. Luse stood before the mirror, if his core had managed to shock him then this left him utterly shell-shocked.

Completely ignoring his gaunt figure most people would compliment on his semblance of his parents such as his emerald green eyes from his mother and jet black messy hair from his apparently fake father. If they were not busily goggling at his cursed scar of course. He has always hated that mark because of it; he had never been able to be his person constantly reminded of his dead parents. Or I suppose he should be just to Lily since considering the discovery of Shendu.

Harry Potter the Boy Who Lived had never been who he was, it was the amalgamation of lies, control very and wretched moulding to be a grand saviour and puppet. The person in this mirror was his true self.

The most noticeable feature was that he was much taller than the average 8 year old yet not thin and lanky like a certain weasel. This body held zero body fat-toned instead with a recognisable amount of muscle. Scar and gash's from his childhood were erased leaving behind a near perfect unblemished even his lightning bolt was none existent, sickly white skin now tanned healthy like he had been spending time abroad. His hair and eyes were introverted to what they used to be. Chalkboard black hair now shimmered snowy white very shaggy and long-reaching his back cascading slightly over his much mature and sculptured face. They could not hide his eyes, once remarked to be green as the Killing Curse was changed sinister sunny gold illuminating the dark cavern.

Appendages behind him struck him as the most problematic in cases of moving around freely. A set of four thin bat wings formed into a type of "X" formation if it wasn't for the automatic lights from the chamber and their new feeling integrated into his bones Luse would have mistaken them as part of the overwhealming darkness. He could see that they were drenched in dry blood, that must have been the intense pain he felt erupting from inside him. Luse smirked pleased with the adaption; he had always felt at peace flying no he could do it without a broom. Shifting his gaze, he examined his other features.

He might have nearly missed them but atop of his head were a set of curved devilish horns. Although they were small Luse had a feeling that they would grow more prominent in later years. He reached up a curious hand inspecting them. Whatever they were made from was an extremely durable material. Lastly behind him swishing back and forth was a prehensile tail matching the colour of his wings. The tip adorned a heart-shaped design Luse tugged the tail yelping in surprise at the sharp pain and earning a rare laugh from Ragnok.

"May we step back inside and discuss the remainder of our business young man. Your Lordships await."

Back inside of the office, Luse sat in the seat opposite to the Goblin leader fidgeting slightly to get adjusted to his new changes he had discovered that his new wings were able to retract themselves back into his back and the tail automatically wrapped itself like a snake around his waist. The horns on the other wand were stuck there in plain view unless he provided a glamour charm, the changes had made it feel so...natural or familiar to describe them best as though his previous form was some lanky mirage to what he was feeling now.

Ragnok waddled to the office wall which wasn't covered in inches of medieval weaponry waving his hands over them as though closing a metal gate. The wall shimmered and seemingly melted until Ragnok pulled from inside a metal case which he propped onto his desk. It seemed reasonably ordinary much like a Muggle security box the only difference being there was a hand depression in the centre with a noticeable needle on the thumb area. Taking the hint, Luse placed his hand on the cool, not even noticing he had been cut until dark crimson soaked box. It started clicking gears from sequence to sequence until a small click resonated and the lid shot wide open.

Sceptically Luse started to rummage through the vast collection of documents stating the usual proof that he was the last of his bloodline and his rights to his inheritance. While continuing his plundering, he noticed that all the letters spoke to him in the manner of wizarding etique never mentioning once his upbringing of a Muggle and how to adapt to this new world. This meant that he was never expected to go the Dursley at all. Shrugging away his remainder to slaughter the sweet loving fool he came across what he was looking for.

The items had been buried at the bottom of the case sealed inside of a moleskin pouch with runes to protect them from any foolhardy thieves. Opening them hesitantly making sure to separate them from the abundance of papers he found a total of three rings and an amulet all attached to a silver chain which levitated themselves in front of him.

The amulet itself was decorated handsomely in gold matching his eyes the exterior decoration features were tiny statues of a lion, eagle, badger and a snake all cornering four sparkling gems each closest to their respective colours. This must be the proof of his bloodline to the three founders. He knew that Voldemort or Tom Riddle at the time had been the last bloodline to Salazar Slytherin when he was a child he had managed to steal one Dudley's books that he knew would never go unnoticed by the blubbering piece of lard. In ancient times if a person had led to death another in something like a duel or a war then the titles, possessions or even lands were rewarded as a sign of their glory. When "Harry Potter" had defeated the Dark Lord and managed to send him packing it might have allowed him to be the heir to Slytherin.

The rings themselves were multiple colours what he guessed resembled the Houses history. The first ring was mahogany red with the words "Brave men rejoice in adversity" were engraved around edges. An emblem in the centre showed a Hippogriff in midflight with what looked like a sword pierced through its beak. The Potter Heir ring

The second ring was midnight black, Luse could practically smell a tiny sliver of dark magic trickling from it. The emblem in the centre showed the face of a Grimm with a semi moon hanging over it. The Black family Heir ring.

The last ring was ivory opposite to the Black ring. It showed brightly in the light of Ragnoks office lamp. This centre simply showed what appeared to be angel wings with what looked like the Roman numeral for the number three. The last piece of evidence linking to the Peveralls.

"Lord Ragnok" Luse began slowly carefully forming his words. "Would it be possible for me to become eligible for the bloodline of Slytherin. You Know Who or Voldemort, as he is known to most, had been said to be descended from Salazar Slytherin, in wizarding critique I have read about if I defeated somebody like him through death would it be possible. And if I am illegible to be inherited how do I proceed with this.

Ragnok looked as though he was also contemplating deciding to take time piecing his own words information. "To inherit and state yourself as the Houses new master you must produce a magical statement that you are the new heir or Head. I would recommend that you begin with the Le Fay title." Ragnok told Luse. "I would like to mention that those related to Morgana le Fay was left with a brand to remind those of where their power stemmed from. As to your question regarding Slytherin I would request that you try claiming his title if it works then you will feel your magic linking to your core.

Luse nodded in understanding standing up raising his arm upwards. Usually, this would be done with a wand, but it should work all the same with his wandless magic.

"I Luse Guizu do hereby claim the title of Le Fay so mote it is."

It took a few seconds until he started to feel a warm feeling on the side of his neck, he placed a finger there tracing along the outlines until he confirmed that his skin had been burned away to reveal a type of tattoo. Heading to a small mirror on the wall he saw the emblem of the pentagram in the middle was what looked like a crow in flight although instead of being still the tattoo of the raven was moving its wings pecking away at the edges of the symbol.

"Remarkable work Mr Guizu you are the first wizard in at least a century to pull that off. If the oath had not accepted you it would have simply burned your corpse black."Ragnok chirped in distorted humour ignoring the gaping look from Luse "and also ruined my nice clean floor in the process, you may want to try the heir titles of Peverall Potter and Black in that order

Shaking his head in exasperation, Luse continued his oaths.

"I Luse Guizu do hereby claim myself Head of the Most Ancient and noble House of Peverall. I also claim myself heir to the Most Ancient and Most Noble Houses of Potter and Blck so mote it is."

The three rings glowed brightly before zooming around Luse's head the insignias dreamy eyes glaring at him. He could feel his magical core being examined and probed as though being searched for something. Eventually, the rings stopped and lined themselves in order midair. Luse plucked them from levitating and inserting each one on his finger. The Peverall ring was placed on his right hands pinky, the Black family on his ring finger and the Potter ring on his middle finger he was pleased to see they all accepted him without any problems even shrinking down to fit him.

Luse turned to Ragnok. "Since this is an Heirship I am guessing that I will eventually become the Head of them when I get to a certain age.

Ragnok nodded. "Indeed my lord. A witch or wizard who is aligned in a Noble house shall receive their Head title on their 15th birthday unless of course the current head wishes to postpone this or in a more negative sense is disowned. In that turn they would hand it down to the next oldest child."

Accepting this information, Luse turned to the amulet as he wrapped the chain around his neck and prepared for his final oath.

"I Luse Guizu do hereby lay my claim to the titles of Hogwarts Founders; Ravenclaw,Hufflepuff,Griffindor and Slytherin so mote it be."

Not so much of a blinding light but a tornado of a rainbow spectors exploded from the amulet wrapping itself around Luse causing Ragnok, and his desk was blown to the other side of the room a few metres away from the sheer force of magic. A canary badger, emerald snake, crimson lion and a cerulean eagle stalked around there would be master watching him silently and anticipating his move. Slowly the crouching Lion bowed its head leaning on its hind legs, the snake coiled around its master's right arm its gaze never leaving him while cushioning its head to rest on his shoulder, the badger sniffed around his legs before laying its head on one of his feet, and the eagle sat on his left shoulder. Hogwarts founders had found its new master.

Once the vortex has evaporated into nothing, Luse helped Ragnok back up and rearranging the desk chair and heartbeats to normal Ragnok extended his hand."I proudly name you by your title:"

Lord Luse LeFay Peverall Potter Black Gryffindor Hufflepuff Ravenclaw Slytherin Guizu.

Luse could only blink. "Try writing that on somebody's coffee cup. Ragnok questioned him another raised eyebrow.

"Muggle thing" Luse supplied.

"Ah" was Ragnoks only response "In any case if you wish the name too long you would be allowed to take the four founders names and place them simply by the title of Hogwarts, or you may compress the names of your titles, history and ancestry into one account or another name such as Guizu. Since you are now of two heirships and a Head of a family you can claim your magnification early even of your current age. Your marriage proposals are open to you when you reach the age of at least thirteen and by signing here," Ragnok said sliding a document Luses way and placing down a quill "your magical guardian Albus Dumbledore will be revoked as your guardian, and any money he has withdrawn from your accounts shall be returned to you. If he does not possess the funds, we at Gringotts shall strip down his possession, assets and home to the last Knut.

It didn't take much to motivate the young Demon Sorceror. He scribbled down his new name faster than he thought he would and pushed it back.

"I would like it if I were to take the marriage proposals with me to educate myself on how to deal with other Noble houses in manners and introduction. There is also the matter of me inspecting my new faults although I would like to save this for a future vendetta. I thank you for your assistance Lord Ragnok may te heads of your enemies fall to your feet.

Ragnok smiled. "And may your money flow like wine Lord Guizu."

Luse Guizu stepped down the steps of Gringotts returning to the busy streets to start his shopping spree. The goblins had given him a Moleskin pouch which could give him any amont of money from his vaults even his books passed down from his familys connections it was attached to his belt which was warded with some anti-theft spells. He decided not to wear his hood and opened up his cloak a little showing off his amulet shining in the sunlight and his tanned chest. Some witches were watching him giggling behind their hands and averting his eyes. It was a little creepy considering that he was still eight years old.

The first thing that he would need was a functioning wand even if he could use wandless magic that was something he decided to keep in secret if he could help it. His choice to free Shendu and the other demons had not wavered he would make sure he was prepared for their arrival. There was a plan for a better world tinkering in his head. One that wasn't ruled by bigoted wizards, narrow mindset of Muggles and manipulating Headmasters. He would help the Demons remake this world. His feet continued to drag him until he stopped himself outside of Olivanders making him pause.

Ollivander was good friends with Dumbledore, and he knew would immediately reveal meeting him at his shop if he entered the man was very forebody and danced around the truth with the history behind the two cores tieing him to Voldemort. His Holly wand would be not good.

He didn't want to wound Voldemort he wanted to be the onslaught that animated every remnant of him from life. One down six more to go.

Ignoring the lovestruck views, he trekked through the archway that led him into the dark underbelly known as Knockturn Ally. Dubiously he walked through the narrow alleyway which was considered the haven of dark wizards and witches he lifted his magical core level to exert a controlled amount of his aura to warn the passersby not to try anything. He noticed that the scuffled rooftops above prevented any sunlight to touch the ground. Stepping over dribbling drunks passed out on the floor and sneering teeth he stood in front of Borgin and Burkes an antique shop that occasionally dabbled in items the Ministry would be interested in uncovering. Its windows were murky and disgusting covered in grime and dirt from poor maintenance or lack of customers unnerved Luse strode inside making sure the door closed behind him.

The top information broker to ever find was one Caractus Burke would easily tell him of any wandmakers in the area. Indulging himself, Luse stared at the Hand of Glory, a gnarled looking hand which he got his hand stuck in when he was twelve. The vanishing cabinet was propped up against the wall on the other side of the room clots of dirt and dust. Ignoring them he continued his exploration.

Nearly everything in the store seemed to vibrate with a black aura with flecks of purple. The Auras around him swamped his vision reaching to the roof convulsing on itself sickly. Luse realised that this must have been the use of his Mage Sight one of the abilities that were blocked before the ritual took place.

Mage Sight. The ability to see the auras of people and objects and look into their inner nature and phenomenon it could detect things even f they were sealed like tracking spells or Invisibility Cloaks even a ghosts illusions wouldn't work. Not only that but he could trace it to its caster the only downside, for now, is that he could determine what the colours meant like the colour or the size of the auras. He decided hed figure this out later with his "family".

There was some bustling from behind the counter and Luse came face to face with one disgruntled looking, Mr Burke, his oily hair was smeared his shoulders and neck. He wore a plain looking wizards robe hiding a waistcoat tattered looking trousers and dirty shoes. His teeth he was using for a snarl were yellowishly decorated by bits of food.

"What are you doing in my shop you little whelp. If you're here to start stealing then ill string ya by the fucking toes you hear." Burke snarled his hands slowly coiling around the battered-looking wad he had stashed inside of his belt. Luse didn't show much reaction, in all honesty, he was rather bored. The aura he saw was rather tiny when compared to the power of the books and artefacts around him Burkes ara was ashen black laced with dark green. It was possible that the aura size depended on the wizard or witches inner strength and magical core, if that were the case, then it would be a dead useful ability regarding who he came across.

"Speak to a Lord of an Ancient House like that again Burke, and I will reduce your establishment to the ground in cinders." Luse spat venomously lifting his hand to show him his heir and head titles his body started radiatign warning sparks. "Who knows I might add you to let the fire feast on your worthless carcass."

The reaction was spontaneous Burkes jaw slacked almost comically he stumbled hastily into the cabinet behind him which proceeded to fall over breaking apart jars which Luse could only think were dried pixie wings.

"M-M-My Lord I apologise for my b-behaviour. I was not aware somebody f your stature entered my business today." Burke stuttered before bowing his head and his hands which were withering nervously. Luse smiled dangerously. " There is no cause for alarm Mr Burke. Ill I ask is that you remember there is more than meets the eye in this world, by this I mean that you shouldn't let a person's age fool you. Perception can be quite a tricky mistress wouldn't you agree."

Burke nodded frantically. His oily hair was flapping foolishly with him.

"My only business with you Mr Burke is information about a wandmaker inside of Knockturn Ally. Know of any." Luse snapped emitting sparks of green lightning around After Burke managed to calm himself down his face scrunched up into concentration. It was apparently by the question he had no intention of going to Ollivanders. There was only one of wand maker here...

"I would greatly recommend Baileys, my Lord. It is the only other wand maker here in England unless you plan to travel outside the country most people do not attend it out of its popularity ratings." Burke mused scratching his chin "The store can be found right at the end of Knockturn."

Luse nodded his thanks before depositing a small pouch of money as a silent contribution. With a surge of his cloak, he departed raising his hood off his face which automatically cowled his face to lost abyss leaving the store and narrowly glancing back at Burke who was greedily scooping the pouch's contents with twinkling glee. Knockturn Ally was kind of like a rabbit hole the longe you descended the more whacky and bizarre it became until the impossible and unlogical became your standard bearings, the last store at the end was much shabbier than others its only detail standing out was the rapidly peeling letters that closely traced to BAILEYS WANDMAKERS in electric blue. Entering inside his nostrils were assaulted by a lingering scent of sulphur and polish.

Much like Ollivandersthe reception was bare of any wanting customers completely barren, behind the counter there were stacks of musty looking shelves jam-packed with wand cases and a door ajar the room beyond that containing what looked like a potions lab. The only living recipient was a young man behind the countertop his head perched in his arms snoring so loud it would have putten Ron Weasley and a mountain troll to shame.

"Parden me."

A disgruntled grunt was his response until the young man's head drifted lazily from his sleep his silver moon eyes connected with Luse's bright golden ones. The young man was dressed of an average built his hazel hair draping to his shoulders which was unkept a few tussles sticking out of place from the obvious bedhead. Surprising Luse was the fact this man was dressed in Muggle attire consisting of an Avenged Sevenfold Tshirt (Hail to the King) dark blue skinny jeans and converse. He greeted his customer with a giant goofy smile.

"Ah Mr Guizu it been a while I have been expecting you, sorry for dozing off my Lord but as you can see" the wand maker gestured comically around his store "the business has been rather slow and dull as of late."

Luse blinked. Did all wand makers have some hidden sixth sense as the identity of their customers? He jumped back as the wandmaker had erupted into a loud belly making a scuttle of dust bunnies float away from the unkept shelves, he quickly adjusted his unkept bedhead into a functioning ponytail and tore himself apart from his seat stepping onto the other side of the counter. It was here Luse was presented with a bow.

"Allow me to introduce myself to you, my Lord. My name is Daniel Alexander Bailey the grandson of the owner of Baileys Watermakers, we are not nearly as old or as revered as Ollivander of course but hey greatness from small beginnings right. Daniel smiled his moon eyes glinted in warm welcoming raising his hand to shake Luse did just thatDaniel clicked his fingers conjuring a set of chairs indicating for Luse to sit down.

"Now then I wish to conduct some delicate business with you Mr Bailey" Luse began uneasily. It wasn't surprising; he had never even heard of Bailey's wandmakers, he knew that by making this deal and changing his course of actions then it might not be correlated with the previous lifetime. Also in all the time, he had been in the presence of Daniel he had not been able to see his aura, even if he had been suppressing his magic he would have caught a slither of it peaking from his core.

Daniel smirked casually behind his arm resting on the countertop. "I'm assuming that would involve attaining a wand young man. And please call me Daniel my Lord it makes me feel as though I'm being scolded by a teacher."

Luse nodded somberly. "Ok, then Daniel then, by all means, please call me Luse I've not been a Lord for more than a day anyway.

Daniel had started rummaging noisily nonchalantly tossing wand cases behind him forming into a comically high pile. Meanwhile, a magical tape was taking in Luse's measurements analysing every part of him from hands, fingers, arm length and shoulder blades. After a few minutes it dropped to the ground. "Here we are. Cherry, 11 inches and Unicorn Hair. Rather unique for the practice of basic Light based spells."

Luse took the wand in his hands and channelling his magic into its core which resulted in several things. His magical essence reacted negatively to the foci lashing in anger proceeding in the wand shattering into a million pieces shooting the wooden shards in all directions breaking the store's windows even one which managed to find itself in Daniels right cheek. Still, the loopy wandmaker was smiling.

"It would seem, Luse, that your magical core cannot connect with any form of wand foci" murmmered Daniel nonchalantly fishing out the small stick of wood and healing his wound afterwards. "It would be in your best interest to try to connect with a staff as your core is far too large." Daniel strode into the backroom the various sounds of massive boxes dropping and being rummaged were heard.

After a few minutes the loony wandmaker made his way back placing on top of the counter what looked like as a long thin steel pole with a trail of runes along its side.

"The process is rather outdated but very simple. Like I said your core in any contact with a wand would cause it to explode and in the process attempt to damage beautifully crafted faced such as moi." Daniel pouted causing Luse to struggle to hold back a laugh. In any case, staff should be much better, all you need to do is smear your blood onto the runes, and it will craft itself into your ideal counterpart. It will take much longer than it usually does but it will be worth it, in the end, I assure you.

Daniel handed Luse a dagger which as the pole was also carved delicately with runes along the blade. "If you kindly would," Daniel said.

Nodding in his confirmation, Luse took the knife cutting open his palm and gripping his hand on one end of the pole vertically his blood was slowly but surely starting its descent until its contents dropped to the floor. The metal began to glow red until steam erupted by the end it was engulfed in wild ravaging flames causing the wandmaker to duck underneath the counter (anime style). At this point, the fire turned into Luse's azure blue until a dark smog clouded around it causing the light to suffocate and vanish. The soon to be staff stayed like that suspended in midair covered in unseeable fog.

Daniel jumping over his counter peered blankly at the smog in the middle of his room which now started to deposition into ebony crystal planted firmly in the ground. "The staff will take a few days for it to begin moulding after that it shall break apart and like a rose flourish," Daniel smirked knowingly. "When the staff is your nothing will be able to separate the two of you, nor can any other person even touch it without dear consequences. "

Luse nodded in understanding "I see thank you for your cooperation in this business, I also promise to pay for the repairing of your store. But Daniel gave another loud belly laugh frantically waving his hand dismissively.

"There's no need to bring financial aid into the young man, it been a little too long since I've helped make a magical staff. I must say I will see great things from you, oh and please give my best to your father Shendu and the other demon sorcerers."

Before Luse could form an explanation, his words drowned out by humourless laughter Daniel had already fallen blackout fast asleep in the same position he found him in. Respectfully taking his silence, he tore himself out of Daniel Wandmakers and conjured a portal to bring him back to

Daniel Alexander Bailey...Luna Lovegood would like him.

Appearing on the outskirts of Privet Drive he had utterly forgotten (probably on purpose) that he had left them to the mercy of the Shadowkhan, then there was Arabella who was still being nibbled by her feline companions. He decided hed attend her last after all she had been the one to leave her last.

Entering he could smell the foul stench of urine and a steely scent of blood mixed. Dudley was still laid on the floor his form twitching slightly with the force of the Shadowkhan in its same position pinning him down; there was a pool of puke around his mouth staining Petunias newly pruned carpet. His eyes were dull and dried naturally he had been crying for a while and got the point he was in a losing battle.

"Hey, there cousin how you are doing there" Luse sang crouching down to eye level. He made sure this pitiful baby wails insides were soiling his shoes. "You have caused me nothing but misery, scorn and torment for over a decade. Clicking his fingers, he made Dudlyes arms shrink in on itself until in a plume of smoke there where Dudley had been was a pig. A lovely treat he had to admit fo the Brazilian Boa Constrictor. Leaving the Dudley pig "hog-tied by his conjured ropes he walked into the kitchen the sight that awaited him pulsed his eyes with enormous delight.

Vernon Dursley the man that had treated lesser than a slave for a decade was nearly coated in blood, his face was ashen and sallow looking once expensive business suit now was reduced to tatters and rags not even fit for a house elf. It was clear that he had been struggling furiously as Luse knew he would have he was just too stubborn luckily the Shadowkhan were able to think for themselves even if they were puppets. Petunia Dursley hadn't suffered such a misfortunate punishment her arm was angled in an odd angle. It was visible from the cuts in her sides that the Shadowkhan had been treating the female mongrel in line. Once Vernon Dursley met, his piggy eyes met the menacing golden ones his snarles were ignited.

"BOY WHEN I GET OUT OF THIS I SWEAR I WI-" Vernon began until he received a sharp jab in the gut by a Shadowkhan making him his soldiers that he had left behind on standby turned to Luses and bowed deeply in their master's return.

"None of you three shall be leaving alive for all the years of horror you have treated to be" Luse snarled swiftly clicking his fingers. Recieving his thoughts the Shadowkhan roughly grabbed Dudley by the scruff of his neck ignoring the weak violent lashings from Vernon or the banshee-like wails of Petunia. After tossing the Dursleys into a blubbering group he focuses his core into making a portal on their feet darkness started to swarm the kitchen floor, its large tendrils wrapped harshly around the Dursleys making it impossible for them to escape.

"To think my dear Aunt Petunia" Luse spat out furiously his eyes glinting in the smouldering darkness that had now molested the whole house in twilight "If all of this had been in reverse if it had been Dudley that had been orphaned and sent onto my mothers doorstep do you really believe she would have treated him with such malice and torment." Receiving no answer than a strangled glare he knew that they regretted nothing of their actions. This was fine it means that their fate he laid out for them would give him no worry of guilt or remorse.

Okay...he had been hoping it would work that way.

"Dad are you there," Luse thought using his core to make a connection to the Netherworld after a few seconds a scarlet thread merged into his, and the voice of Shend was heard.

"I am here Luse. I see that you have sent us guests no doubt these are the wretched relatives I've seen tormenting you." Shendu hissed menacingly at the last part "such fun we shall have you should also know that the concept of reality to mortals is different to them. Logical mirages such as time or death don't apply. You know what this means..."

Luse smirked a smile that could make the devil flee. "I can torture them all I like. I mean I am the Master of Death. Anyhow, I've got a spying cat women to check up on and ill be back in the Netherworld soon Dad make sure you go easy on them I want the first hit to be mine."

Shendu barked laughing in acceptance. "Very well child you may take your first blood. Your true family shall need to teach you all we can on Demonic heritage and customs in three years we shall with your consent mould you into a swift sword that slaughters your enemies."

Luse walked out of the kitchen of the Dursleys its walls floor and ceiling started to shake and rumble as though being rocked by a bloodthirsty beast; the walls began to blacken as azure blue flames licked and arose everywhere never touching Luse instead creating a safe passageway for him to leave. It continued to incinerate everything to the ground if the earthquake hadn't savoured its destructive let. Outside Luse could be seen strolling over to Mrs Figs ignoring the carnage and chaos of the neighbours running around for their soon existant order never once noticing the crippling wards around number fours house gleaming in the sunlight before disappearing just pushing it out of their mind as a trick of the light. Luse looked back at the carnage he had unleashed watching blankly as Number 4 Privet Drive was practically engulfed underground a few spits of fire spat until it was erased. Luse smirked.

Now he would never again have to look at that wretched place again.

And that's it took much longer than I thought I would just stuck on where I would be able to finish it up.

Hopefully, I shall have the next one done MUCH sooner

See you soon my lovely minions

JUDGE