Lord of Destruction

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Drunken nights

He looked as the kid otherwise known as his little brother was stumbling along with what little magic he seemed to possess. The first vampire the kid would meet would spare his life just out of pity because the spells that the kid did were so weak. He hadn't gotten much exercise after he had gone to bed that night. The old man had made sure that his mother kept him in the house until the old man got a good strategy together without letting the eldest Potter go gallivanting off to do something dangerous. He was after all the heir of the Potter family and shouldn't be let alone.

Schwarz scowled at his father. He couldn't bear to see the man with his happy and cheerful attitude walk past him and greet him jovially. The man had even dared to invite him to try out Quidditch. He had declined politely and had said that he would need to check up on some stuff that couldn't wait.

Schwarz looked at the wall just to ignore the happenings around him. His youngest brother seemed to idolise Edward as he tried to emulate his brother in almost every way. But there were some girls that weren't introduced to him yet. It seemed that he had three sisters of varying age. He had blinked as he was told that he had three sisters and then sent a look at his mother and had said: "Then mother still looks damn fine after having birthed six children…"

He had watched his mother colour at the praise from her eldest son and then frown as she realised what had been said;. Luckily most of the Gryffindor people hadn't really heard the hidden meaning of his words or else he'd been on the wrong end of a wand. Only a greasy man had choked on his drink when Schwarz had said that and Schwarz found a marginal amount of respect to be appropriate. Only a very observant person could get the hidden meaning within that sentence which was evident by the fact that he had said damn fine instead of damn hot. The damn hot part would make it look like he fancied his mother. Damn fine just stated his affection for his mother.

But onto the subject of his sisters he had grown to see that James potter could indeed produce suitable progeny. It seemed like the eldest of the three Jezebel was one of the smartest girls around and only contested by a girl who had bushy hair and was scowling at her all they time.

Then to the middle sister who had the same black hair as the rest of the Potters except the youngest sister. She wore normal robes and her face was a mix between James and Lily with James his features being the more prominent in them.

The youngest sister was fifteen and looked cute in his opinion. She had reddish hair and seemed to be in the possession of a bust size that was pretty big. When he had first laid eyes on her he had wondered if those were real. But then he had just shrugged and accepted it as a fact that would never go away.

His brother was now busy trying out a shielding spell that most Aurors knew. He still remembered their screams as his dark flame curse tipped straight through that shield that they had erected like a scissor does to paper. It had been an attack on one of the concentration camps that the Ministry had set up and Infusco Necrotis led the forces into battle.

He enjoyed the thrill of watching people die as they were either ripped apart by the werewolves under his command or were bitten by Vampires and drained of all blood and then left to die there without any blood to support them. He was lucky to have learned most of the vampiric arts even though he wasn't a vampire. He had friends in all places and even a few of the Dark Elves.

Dark Elves were a race of Elves that had shunned the behaviour of their Light sided cousins and had instead focused upon the darkest elements and began to practise the dark arts. They were adept in creating weapons which would inflict injuries on a foe when just barely touched by the blade. Festering wounds would appear once nicked by a blade enchanted to poison the flesh and make those wounds appear. They also made different things like enchanted jewellery which could bestow enchantments or curses upon the bearer of such an item. His friends there were of a different sort. One had been a common soldier who had served with his squad for some time and at the moment he was dying had pledged his loyalty to him. The Dark Elf had still died but it had left him with a burning hatred of wizardkind.

The next day after that he had massacred a concentration camp all by himself. Lord Voldemort as well as Dumbledore became to fear the name Infusco Necrotis. The bodies of the fallen had been raised once again to serve as his soldiers and he had watched as the undead began to ravage all that was the concentration camp and set free the captive people. They had all looked at him with gratitude once all the wizards were dead and he even saw a few Dark Elves give him a nod of gratitude.

The next day he received a message from the Dark Elven King. In it was written that he, Infusco Necrotis was expected to arrive at a ball in his honour in the capitol city of the Dark Elven nation.

He had appeared there dressed in a black leather battle outfit which also served as his casual wear so he would be ready for battle at any time with his sword on the side. He had come three hours early as he had caught a message hidden within the message from the king.

He walked into the throne room to look at the dark-skinned people gathered there and he noticed a Dark Elf stand next to the Dark Elf sitting on a throne. Schwarz raised an eyebrow at that and remembered that that was one of the people he had saved yesterday.

A voice spoke and Schwarz knew that the king had spoken: "Infusco Necrotis, I have called you here to thank you for rescuing my son as well as some loyal soldiers. In repayment for giving me back my son and making sure that those wizards were put to justice I will appoint you as our battle master for the entirety of the Dark War. Only a genius tactician like you can lead our armies and fight at the front lines. We have kept an eye on you from the shadows and we have found you worthy of the position. The sheer genius your moves have impressed us and with the single-handed rescue of my son, Prince Kel'Zarath you have proven your worthiness for attaining this position. Do you agree to take up the position as Battle master for the Dark Elven Nation in the Dark War, Infusco Necrotis?"

Schwarz just looked at the man and then said in a tone which could cut steel: "I accept to lead the Dark Elves into war as their Battle master. I also vow to protect the Dark Elven nation from any wizards that might try to force your people into submission." He bowed after that and he waited for the king to speak.

"Well then it's settled. You, Infusco Necrotis shall be sent the specifics about your position as well as the state of the army. You'll see that your actions of today and yesterday will serve you well, young one." Schwarz just looked at the king and said: "I may be young and brash but I won't get old and be a fool like so many had done before me. I shall win or otherwise injure as much wizards as possible before retreating."

Then he turned around intending to leave but the king called him back: "Infusco I'd like you to dress appropriately. Although we are used to seeing people in battle gear we don't dance in it. It'd frighten away everyone if we danced dressed in the gear we fight with. Not to mention that it would get bloody with a ll the pointy weapons around." For a second Schwarz thought that the old king had lost it but when he looked at the son he saw that the Dark Elf was pretty agitated. He saw the prince bow forward and whisper in his father's ear something that sounded like: "Father behave yourself."

Schwarz just nodded as the Dark Elven King looked at him and spoke: "I'll just send you along with a servant who'll help you dress appropriately. I'll see you at the ball." With that he was whisked away by some old Dark Elven woman who looked like she had been in one too many battles as he saw the scars that crisscrossed over her face. He was dressed quickly without even giving so much as a sound of annoyance and when he was properly dressed another servant came to inform him that the ball would start within ten minutes.

The ball was boring in his opinion. Just a few people willing to prattle on and on about useless things. There should have been some battles or something. Somehow battle seemed to awake the true Infusco Necrotis as he felt alive more then before. But at least they served an excellent wine as well as some heavy liquor which he didn't know the name of. He actually got along pretty well with Kel'Zarath. The prince had a sarcastic streak a mile wide but that seemed to be within all the Dark Elves. They both loved fighting against he wizards as they had both lost things to the wizards. Kel'Zarath had lost a brother to the Ministry due to a planned attack by that crazed fool Crouch.

Schwarz snapped out of his memories and stood up from where he had been seated. He looked at his mother and said: "I'm going out. Don't expect me for dinner." With that he walked out of the room leaving behind a few people that were either confused at his behaviour or incensed by the way he had treated his mother. His mother just nodded and knew that she would have to inform the house elves to not set a plate ready for him.

He wandered through Knockturn Alley knowing that there were some good bars open at this time of day. He walked into one which served as both a brother and a bar and he hoped that he would get lucky tonight and have a girl willing to fuck him. It shouldn't be too hard since he got his lovely green eyes and his messed up black hair.

It was around ten o'clock that he had gotten into a light drunken daze and he was just about to open up another bottle of fire whiskey which would make his total of bottles consumed around 36. if you had seen as much liquor didn't really do much to your body. He was half vampiric and that also was a factor in his drinking habits as it allowed him to get drunk only after a large amount of liquor consumed. He looked at a pretty brunette sitting on the bar and he knew from the way she was dressed that she was looking for a guy. He winked at her and she giggled and walked over to him. "Would you like some company tonight?"

Schwarz just grinned and said; "Sure. Why don't we go to my room to do some things that aren't well received by wizardingkind shall we?" he noticed a barely concealed glint in her eyes but before he knew ii he was leading her to one of his rooms at an inn in Knockturn Alley. The owner of the establishment owed him a few favours and to pay off one he just let Schwarz stay the night with some girl whenever he wanted it.

He led her to his room and then began to undress her and slowly undressed himself as well…

A long distance away Albus Dumbledore smiled at James Potter who was looking at him and said: "I've sent young Nymphadora to take care of your son James. She is to try and get him home immediatelyand if that isn't an option she is to give him a portkey to get him back here."

Little did the old man know that the mentioned woman was currently moaning said young man's name quite loudly as he performed his magic on her sweating body which was being stimulated rather vigorously…

Next time Schwarz will stumble inside while still being drunk. That should make up for some good scenes with a worried mother…

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