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The Dark Lord's Assistant
By Jamnaz79
Notice: I do not own Harry Potter and no muggles have been hurt in making this story.
Year 2023
They had succeeded but it had been far too late. The devastation and destruction was complete. Their world was only a minor portion of what it had once been. Once there had been magicals living on every continent of the world hidden from the muggles. They had their own sprawling civilization that had grown together then apart from the muggles over dozens of centuries. But, all of that had been destroyed leaving only devastation let.
The Dark Lord worked in the chamber etching slowly the runes into the ground. He had been carving these for the past three years since the final sacrificial spell had been successful. The dozens of potions had already been prepared and after each runic symbol was completed and he moved to the next his ever present assistance moved to fill in the potion covering the rune. The potion had been a brilliant concoction learned from an ancient tome long forgotten far under a pyramid. It was a surprise when his chosen consort and assistant had presented it to him upon their binding ceremony.
The runes were used in a ritual and it was the hope of the pair that if done correctly it would send them back. They hoped to return back into the past before the rise of the previous Dark Lord Voldemort and stop the weakening of the Wizarding World before the purges began. It was the destruction of the wars by Voldemort that actually had caused the weakness to creep into the culture. The fracturing of the past had caused the world to easily rupture when the muggles turned their eyes onto them.
It had been a surprise when the muggles took an interest in the Wizarding World. At first many of the muggleborns had herald it as a new era. It was believed to be a chance for muggle science and magic to live together and for the cultures to return to be one. It seemed that the future was bright with the imagined benefits of combining science and magic at healing, energy and common life. The muggles were enthusiastic at first for the benefits that they could take from magicals.
The fact that some people had abilities far greater than others could ever hope for though began a campaign of fear. Many muggles, those extremely religious, had heard the stories of the past. They knew the tales of witches and wizards and the fact they could control others. The tales began to circulate of times of old and in no time the Catholic Church condemned these newcomers to the world around them. It was not only the religious that struck out in fear. The Chinese government how already once purged magicals from many of their regions in the Cultural Revolution struck out. They gathered all of their magicals together into a conference to sort out their differences only to capture them and experiment on them.
They were not the only government to start experiments. The Americans had more than a few unnoticed for a time magicals disappearing. In the Middle East purges started up just like they did in South America. Who would have thought that it took Magicals to cause the religions of the Torah, Quran and Bible to agree?
Europe was the one place where place where there was sanctuary for magicals. Of course that too ended once the knowledge that a magical had been behind World War II became well known. It was a dangerous time with some success but mostly failures. As commonly will happen Fear leads to Anger, Anger leads to Hate, Hate leads to Suffering.
The suffering truly began for the magical people when the white death struck. It was a disease crossed between the dragon pox and the Black Death. It turned out that it only targeted magicals. It struck hard, it struck fast and it slaughtered hundreds of thousands. Before coming out into the open the magical population of the world was well over ten million but by a decade of coming out there were less than five thousand.
That was when the remaining magicals started to bond together. That was the time of the rise of the strongest and last Dark Lord. This Dark Lord was named Harry James Potter.
The Dark Lord looked up from his work as his emerald eyes stared at his beautiful assistant. She didn't look a day over sixteen. It still amazed how the effect on their bodies that the rituals had done. The rituals were considered dark to say the least. There had been a cost, a sacrificial cost far greater then he would ever admit. But, for his blonde haired, pale grey eyed bond-mate he could not resist the temptation. He would give her anything and he had given her anything and everything she ever wanted. Strange as she still claimed he was in charge when she was clearly his one weakness. Perhaps it was just her submissive nature.
The head of the blonde assistant perked up as her eyes looked at him in surprise. A smile touched her lips that caused a yearning inside of loins every time he saw it. It was her whispered teasing that almost caused him to miss his mark in carving the rune, "Is that a Snorkack in your pants or are you happy to see me?"
The Dark Lord rolled his eyes blushing for a brief second like the teenager he appeared to be despite his forty three years of age. He broke his gaze and looked down at the final runic carving seeing it completed. A grin crossed his lips that caused fear to fill the heart of muggles. It was the same fierce grin that saw the Imperius controlled muggles in America, China, and Russia detonate multiple nuclear warheads and decimate their countries. "I am done dear."
A stinging hex struck his backside as Harry jumped with a groan. "I meant my slave."
"Better Master." The perky blonde spoke up with a smile brightening her face. She continued to fill in the last few runic carvings. She smeared the potion which was filled with phoenix tears, unicorn blood, basilisk venom, dragon blood and the sacrifice twenty dementor souls. It was a creepy fact that the demons did have souls stuck in their bodies.
Harry watched the sway of her hips as he hummed softly to himself foxy lady from Jimi Hendrix. He enjoyed watching her work. It was one of the few enjoyments left to him with the world around them crumbling from nuclear fall-out. All of the major muggle countries had been destroyed, the few magicals left had hidden away under wards designed to stop the fall out. Whether they would live in their hidden location was up to them. Harry had done what he could for them. He couldn't stand to stay here. Perhaps it was from the knowledge that he had destroyed the world. Perhaps it was the fact that both he and Luna were from sane. Or was it the actions that both of them had done which caused them to go insane? He never could figure it out. It was his version of the question of dragon or the egg?
"I am done Master." The perky blonde stood up and stripped. Her robes disappearing from her body before they fell to the ground.
Harry felt the stirring of his manhood again in excitement for her. But, now was not the time yet, soon it would be midnight on Samhain. It was the perfect night, the perfect position in the world and the time for the ritual between the two of them. Harry smiled as he offered his hand which Luna took. The two of them stepped together till his arms wrapped around her naked body. He could feel his calloused fingers slide over her smooth porcelain flesh. His every breath could taste the scent of her filling the air. Her magic raged with excitement that his core filled as they could feel the building of the ritual.
They were in the room of requirement in Hogwarts. Where it all began for them, Harry the final Headmaster during the start of the slaughter by the muggles had decided to make a difference. It was where the two of them began to plan the campaign. It was here, on this the most powerful ley line in the world that the ritual must take place. No words need be spoken, only a single action.
Harry leaned his head downwards and captured her pink lush lips in a fiery kiss that built up the yearning that they always felt together. His fingertips squeezed her body against him as he could feel the pounding of her heart. They stayed like that together, one in their crazy plan, the world forgotten.
It was interrupted by the chiming of the grandfather clock in the corner. The first strike came and went. The second joined the first. The third caused the pair to part their lips and look into each other's eyes. They couldn't speak but that look stated far more than words ever could say. The fourth came as they lost themselves in their gaze. The fifth had the pair raise their wands upwards to point it under each other's head. The sixth saw their wands glowing neon green of only spell ever created. The seventh chime struck and the spells were released on that magical number. Two bodies fell to the ground in the middle of the ritual chamber.
The ritual carved into the ground erupted with an unholy fire. The great castle of learning cried out as every chamber felt the magic in it room by room stripped away pouring into this single chamber. The ley line that the castle sat upon ruptured as raw energy ran flush from the dying world into the room filling it up beyond what was thought to be capable. Finally it could take no more. There was nothing else left to hold even in the ritual. The force was too much as it passed the point of breaking. The resulting explosion was strong enough that the very European tectonic plate shattered into islands. Earth would be tossed into a series of devastation that would rival the fall of the dinosaurs. It was only far away on Australia where the remaining magicals hid away that anything of what was once mankind would survive. There the remaining magical creatures, wizards, witches, goblins, dragons and other creatures hid away watching the end of the old world and the rebirth of the new.
~~~ DLA ~~~
The bodies of Harry Potter and Luna Potter nee' Lovegood appeared together in a flash and wave of magic. The wave of magic was strong enough to set off every sensor that of the Ministry and be felt as far as an old castle in Scotland. The two appeared naked as the day they were born, looking the same age just as they had fallen bundled in each other's arms. They landed onto a pile of coins that filled the room.
It was Luna that first opened her eyes slowly turning her gaze towards the chamber. Her dreamy grey-blues slowly looked over the room, a chamber she had seen once before it was destroyed. A laugh slipped out of her lips filling her with excitement. They were free! They had succeeded!
A quick glance showed that she was luckily sitting on a wand. She plucked it up and cast a quick spell, "Anno."
The Date of August 1, 1995 appeared to float in the air before the cute, insane blonde.
They had come back to just after the Dark Lord's rise. This would mean they would have a chance to change things perhaps enough to make a difference. A twisted grin slipped over her lips to match her master's own infamous one. Now she only had to hope that the wrackspurts do not interfere or the Minister's army of Heliopaths could be controlled!
She reached down and grabbed hold of her love shaking him. It was in her horror at that moment when she watched him start to crumble. The smile of her Dark Lord was present but the light in his emeralds was gone. She watched as he stated to turn before her eyes into dust. The ritual had a cost they knew this. But, this was not expected. She shrieked! She cried out! She burned with rage! Her heart trembled and her magic went insane! Luna Potter could do nothing to stop it. She could not stop her love disappearing before her eyes! All of their dreams, their hopes, their future and family gone in an instant!
This left the burning question. What will she do now?
Author Note: I have seen hundreds of Harry's goes back in time. But a Dark Luna Lovegood that is even more insane and demented going back in time? I think this Luna could be a bit of fun in a storyline. Anyone agree?