Lord of Destruction
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Alas I've been babbling too much so I'll just give you the next chapter!
Meeting between the Lords
He appeared within his room, his head still thinking about the prophecy. So he and his brother would do battle, eh? That would be hard to do since his brother would of course be instructed by the angels whose fighting style depended on mobility and on graceful attacks while the demonic fighting style mainly focused on power and large area attacks with the intent to kill. If matched those styles would cancel each other out. But he still had more fighting experience and would be able to win. He could feel the power flowing through his veins, the black blood boiling at the though of fighting his now Angelic brother. After all wasn't he the Brother of Darkness spoken of in the Prophecy?
He noticed a door creak behind him and he turned around to look at his eldest sister with narrowed eyes and a wand pointed straight at her heart.
"You did something to mum."
Jezebel had come into his room and was now looking at him with something that could be described as curiosity.
"And what if I did something to mother? Would you spank me, Jezebel?"
Harry looked at his sister and she just gave him a small smile and said.
"You behave almost like a Slytherin. You wouldn't know but that is a house in Hogwarts, the school which you should have attended."
Harry snorted and he decided to try out something he had heard about and didn't have any knowledge of using.
"Why should I behave like some foolish ambitious child?"
Came the hissed reply, curving in the air like a snake and he looked amused at the shocked look wore she on her face.
"You're a parseltongue?"
She moved backwards slightly, almost stumbling over her feet.
Harry looked at her and said.
"Don't worry Jez, I won't be able to hurt you too much. Did you know that I served in the army for a long time?"
A grin came to his face as he looked at her and then continued.
"It felt so good to maim and slaughter the wizards who had caused the Dark Creatures so much pain. You should have seen the containment camps the ministry used in the Dark War. It was absolutely horrifying to see all the raped children and the killed men who didn't follow orders."
His eyes had widened, giving him an almost maniacal look. His bright emerald eyes glowed at that moment and he said.
"What do you think about Edward having gained the powers of Heaven, Jezebel?"
For a moment he looked at the girl and then began to think about how she would react.
(She'd probably scream that I was being disloyal to the Light and then go fetch Dumbledore like the rest of those retards. That's one thing that I really don't need.)
His internal thoughts went in different paths as she opened her mouth and said.
"I really think the brat wouldn't be able to handle that much power. If God really was smart and all that stuff he would have chosen someone with brains and not someone with that big an ego to have that much power. Eddie is brash, only good as cannon fodder. Then to hear that old bat Trelawney speak what is supposed to be a prophecy about two brothers fighting each other, one of Light and one of Darkness, is totally unnecessary."
A small hint of a smile came to his face and he said with a silent command n his voice.
"So you would support the Dark Brother if they ever would have to fight against each other?"
Inwardly he was cheering. There were at least some people in his family who had enough sense to see that Edward was the worst choice to have that much power. There might be some small amount of intelligence brought into the Potter line and not all might have gone to hum. His mother must have been the cause of that because he couldn't see James ever giving some thought about a plan before rushing into battle.
(I would like it if Jezebel would join my side. Then I would be able to make a good and solid plan on how to deal with this. The Prophecy would make it harder to implement of course but once that bothersome thing is done with I would like to relax for some time and just have some fun.)
"I don't know. The Dark Brother could be anyone from Lord Voldemort to you. Lord Voldemort and Eddie are connected through the scar he received on his chest."
(Interesting.)
His mind was thinking about the scar on his soul, where no mark had been made on his body and knew that the man sometimes strolling through his mind and who's mind he occasionally strolled through was Lord Voldemort. He had of course closed the link so that there would be no more visits by the Dark Lord. He grinned as knowledge seemed to flow inside of him. The taint of Heaven still on his physical body but he could feel the Demonic energy coursing through him again. The fact that his brother must have had some connection to him would make the transfer of Heavenly power to him easier and thus almost being able to nullify his Demonic power.
"No, Voldemort doesn't have the power to be the Dark Brother. The one with the power to be the Dark Brother must be inherited by the Darkest of the Dark, the consort of Darkness itself. The one that lurks in the shadows, the one that makes the lights dim and assassinates without problems."
He looked at her and then slowly caressed her cheek, his hand, being ice-cold making her shiver at the touch.
"Can you not see? The corruption of this world is only a sign that the Dark brother shall win. Surrender thy fate and thou shalt not be harmed."
She looked at him and her eyes widened. Harry grinned, revealing razor-sharp teeth and said.
"You won't tell, will you, my sweet darling Sister? Don't you love your eldest brother?"
"You are condemning the world…"
She said with fear in her voice as she stumbled backwards, being frightened just by the revelation that her brother was the Dark Brother while her other, more arrogant brother was the Light Brother.
"Maybe I am… but what is there to life if there is no renewal. The world would grow stagnant without change, a change I am intending to bring. Soon all magical and muggle worlds alike shall bow down before my throne, and honour my name, Harry James Potter, the Lord of Destruction."
The maniacal look in his blood red eyes and the cloak that was billowing in an unseen wind scared her. She had seen enough in her short life and seeing that her brother was some unholy entity hell-bent on destroying the world still frightened her but she spoke nonetheless.
"While I am afraid of you, I also see the Light in that. Renewal is needed. I look at dad and all I see is pureblood morals being imbedded into his skull. I look at mother and see her weep behind the cheerful mask she puts up. She is a captured soul, needing to be set free. I have heard her speak to herself when she thinks that nobody is in the room. Dad isn't really paying that much attention to her anymore, all his time is devoted to 'Eddie'."
She spat the name like ti were a venomous snake and Harry grinned and said.
"I have to depart now, dear sister. I have an appointment that can't wait. Could I get you something?"
At that moment an alarm rang and voices rang out that there was an attack and that everyone needed to be assembled. He grinned and said.
"Well that's just what I needed. I'll see you later. And I'll even bring you a small present…"
With that he apparated outside, leaving behind a content sister. Jezebel went to her room where her sisters were too at the moment and said.
"He's so cool. He even showed me a cool trick with his cloak and did you know that his eyes light up whenever he's excited? He's definitively a better brother then Eddie."
They had asked her to go and talk to Harry about how he would react to different questions but Jezebel had just thought up the answers since she had been wanting to investigate whether Harry was the Dark Brother.
Harry apparated to the battlefield with an unheard crack. He saw the Death Eaters torturing and pillaging, while Voldemort dueled with Dumbledore. A dark smirk became etched on his face as he looked at his surroundings and found himself in Hogsmeade. He looked at them and began to cast spells that would make sure they looked at him.
A clap of thunder accompanied the magic as the ground began to tremble as a portal to Hell appeared, ten Horrors coming from it and then disappearing. He wanted to see how the Wizards could defend themselves against Demons.
He looked at the monstrosities, not being too tall and commanded them in the language of demons.
"Attack!"
The command was immediately carried out, drawing the attention of the two duellists to him and he watched as the Horrors were blown apart by spells but had managed to kill at least a Death Eater and an Order member.
"VOLDEMORT!"
Harry shouted, his voice changed and booming across the battlefield so nobody would even try and suspect it was he who was the lord of Destruction and the Dark Lord looked at him as Harry began to walk towards the man, hellfire flaring around him and making him look like the Demon he truly was. He looked at the people staring at him and he grinned underneath the hood he wore and he looked at the leader of the Light, Albus Dumbledore and grinned.
"Lord Voldemort I wish for an audience with you. It is about an alliance between the powers of Hell and yourself. I am the Lord of Destruction, the Destroyer of worlds."
He paused for dramatic effect, and he could hear a rushed silence envelop the battlefield. He looked around and then heard Scottish war cries.
He turned around to see Scottish clansmen rushing at the battlefield accompanied by centaurs. His eyes narrowed and he conjured up a massive fireball, which he held in his hands and said.
"FIREBALL!"
The fireball shot forwards, incinerating everything but one Scotsmen.
Harry walked up and grabbed the man by the neck, the kilt coming loose and showing the man's privates for the world to see.
"Tell me what you are doing here, human!"
The voice was laced with the necessary compulsion spells and just before the man was to rattle off his tale he banished the man in front of both the Order as well as the Death Eaters and cast a Sonorus Charm on the man, making his voice reach every area of the town.
"I was sent here with my fellow clansmen to claim this land as property of the Scottish alliance. The Centaurs have allied with us as we are trying to restore the way of life of the Druids of old. LONG LIVE THE SCOTTISH ALLIANCE AND DEATH TO THOSE WHO RESIST!"
The Scotsman was mown down by a blade that was suddenly thrown at him by Harry. It looked more like a shark dart but Harry had enough. He walked over to a fallen Death Eater and took off the mask, thinking it would make a good gift for Jezebel. After all the girl would expect a present and he would be damned if he didn't indulge his sister.
He went up to Lord Voldemort and said.
"Ready to apparate to my quarters? Don't worry I'll take us there."
He took a hold of the man's sleeve and together they were transported to a part of Hell that didn't have all the tortured souls in it, making it a good place to hold a decent conversation. All the Demons in the room immediately backed away as they saw their Lord appear in the room and Lord Voldemort could only stare as the Demons backed away from the personage of their Lord. Harry conjured up a few chairs and sat down in his, which was crafted like a mockery of a throne and just a little bit more terrifying then Lord Voldemort's, which looked menacing on itself.
"I propose and alliance between us. My soldiers and power could help you conquer the world. We shall both reign different parts, I'll take some while you get Britain. And I shall give you the secret of Immortality, which you so desire. Do we have a deal?"
Lord Voldemort looked at the dangerous man opposite of him. If he rejected he would face the might of Hell itself but if he accepted he would be able to live forever and rule a part of the world with the Lord of Destruction reigning over the other part.
"I accept."
With those words the deal was sealed and Harry grinned and pulled off the hood, letting his raven locks fall down his face and he looked at the man.
"You won't regret this, Tom Riddle. Just allow me to shackle a piece of your soul in Hell to be kept here and you shall never die. With your soul in fragments and one piece locked in a place beyond the ability of humans to pass it shall be contained."
A simple hand motion from Harry and Lord Voldemort screeched in agony as his soul was torn in two and one piece of it was stored into the Throne he sat on, which was then placed into a hallway after Voldemort had left, never to be touched by Demons again on pain of death and eternal torture.
Harry grabbed the man and said.
"We'll take a small detour. We'll go to my ancestral house to pick up a few things and then you can go. Take care not to use magic for the next two days since it will be healing from ripping your soul. But rejoice, for you are now immortal."
Harry grinned and grabbed the man's robes and looked at the ruby-red eyes and the black hair and then they just disappeared out of Hell and appeared straight behind Jezebel.
She felt something behind her and the first thing she saw was two blood red eyes and when she lowered her gaze she saw a kneeling handsome youngman with black hair, looking at her with ruby-red eyes.
"Sister, meet Lord Voldemort. Lord Voldemort, meet my sister, Jezebel Potter or otherwise known as the only Potter daughter to have gone Dark or at least allied with me."
He looked at her and he grinned. All depended on her reaction. He briefly wondered when Voldemort would notice that he was young once again.
She looked at the handsome man and couldn't imagine him being the Dark Lord. She looked at the handsome face that was looking at her and she smiled and then bowed.
"Pleased to meet you, Milord."
She saw him smile and heard him say.
"What a polite sister you have, Might I know your name?"
She looked at Harry and said.
"You haven't even told him your name? How rude."
Harry just shook his head and said after taking a look around and seeing that they were currently in Jezebels room.
"Well Jez I didn't think it important enough."
He turned to Lord Voldemort and said.
"My name is Harry James Potter, Lord of Destruction, Infusco Necrotis, Schwarz Blut and some other names. Pleased to meet you."
Voldemort just stared. The girl was sweet looking but he sensed darkness within her soul. Within the young lad, the darkness was feeling much stronger then even he, the Dark lord could ever have. This alliance between them was necessary because it guaranteed his survival as well as eternal life.
"Pleased to meet you. Since we have an alliance please tell me this, why does a Potter ally itself with Darkness and how did you become what you are now?"
Harry just laughed a short bark of laughter and he said with a voice eerily reminiscent of Dumbledore.
"That is a story for another time. Come on. Give me a mental image and I'll teleport you there. You don't have to worry about possibly making you a squib if I teleport you. At first I was going to let you apparate yourself there but that could render you a Squib and since I would need you to help me out a little bit I would have to teleport you."
An image was immediately picked up by Harry's Legilimency from Voldemort who had lowered his mental shields to allow the image to seep through and Harry teleported them straight to it.
They appeared in Lord Voldemort's throne room and Harry let go of the man, making sure that the man was on his feet as they had teleported in and then left with a small message that he had to be home or the Fried Chickens would get suspicious, leaving behind Lord Voldemort to cackle maniacally about his immortality.
In the Potter home Albus Dumbledore and James Potter were having a conversation about one Harry James Potter.
"It sounds like a good idea that he would stay at Hogwarts. Both he and his brother would be well-protected there and maybe Harry can learn some magic there."
It was almost as if James thought that his son would need to be educated in what he though was magic. He was still ignorant that his son would NOT like the idea of going to an old castle to learn how to turn cups into mice and vice versa.
Albus cut in with a new topic, the Scottish clans.
"James, I think that to make sure that the Light will have the support of the Clans, that you would need to go to one of the Clan Heads and ask for a possible alliance. You are best suited for the task child, since the Potters have Celtic origins and may be able to persuade them to join our side."
James just nodded and sighed.
"I'll inform Lily that I'll need to go away. I'll see you when I return, Professor."
With that the man apparated to where his wife was, or at least where she last had been according to what he knew.
Harry won't like what'll happen in the next chapter! A new school to go to… Boredom strikes, Jezebel gets a present and Lily is horrified as she learns that her husband is going away… again…
Will the Lord of Destruction and his Flower ever get together?
P.S.: for those idiots that still don't know what the hell I'm talking about, even though they know that this is in the Harry/Lily section and has numerous mentions of Harry and Lily in intimate situations, this WILL be a Harry/Lily Potter.
I hope that the last comment above will not be needed. It's merely a small reminder that some people might be so stupid…
Ah just ignore it…
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