Lord of Destruction

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and thus J.K. owns everything although I am not pleased about the way the sixth book has been written. This work is mine entirely except for the fact that in don't own Harry Potter and assorted characters and don't own Diablo 2.

Off to School we are shipped, by our parents oh so dumb!

"So you are attempting to keep me away from all things that happen, don't you old goat! I am the eldest son, the next in line for the Potter House. You can't expect me, an eighteen year old to go off to that stupid school of yours just to learn some magic that really doesn't serve a use but for parlour tricks!" Harry was working himself up about the fact that he would have to attend Hogwarts just because his father had the oh-so-brilliant idea that he would need to learn the spells.

"But you need to learn at least SOME magic!" was James his counterargument and Harry just looked at the man, stupefied by the idea that he had already forgotten that his son had fought in the Dark War. "Of course do I know some magic! I can cast Crucio, Avada Kedavra and Imperio flawlessly. It's something most soldiers learn when fighting in a war. And I'd have to control myself not to go off and butcher the children of those bastards that killed most of my team." His eyes seemed to glow with an inner light as he couldn't believe the stupidity of the one who had put him with the Dursleys and seemed to have at least a small hand in creating him, only donating some of his bodily fluids for the deed and not really doing very much more about it…

James seemed to be shocked that his own son knew the three Unforgiveable's and sputtered something about him needing to learn at least the basics. Harry just glared and then sighed. It was so hard to even think coherently after he had just awoken. It was too early in the morning to think too much about it. It seemed all like some4 weird dream to him, not really wanting to make sense out of it all.

Harry just nodded as James pressed him to go to school and he saw the man grin at him and say that he knew that his son would live up to the standard of a Marauder. A black owl came through a window and deposited a letter on top of Harry's head. Harry growled something about mangy mutts not knowing when to leave an ailing young man alone and then opened the letter using a knife to cut the wax.

Infusco Necrotis,

Hereby we invite you and your girlfriend to join the banquet tonight as it is a memorial to our win of the Dark War. We are expecting you around eight, dress fancy and make sure that everything is in order.

The Five Lords

P.S: Be sure to be there! I'd love to meet that girlfriend of yours! F. G.

P.P.S.: Like Fenrir said: nbring that lovely lass back again and we'll have a party. KZ

P.P.P.S.: Be sure to wear appropriate clothing. Last time you embarrassed my sister!

The comment of the vampire king was funny. Last time he had danced with the sister of the man and he had accidentally ripped off a part of her dress and they had just continued dancing. With him being halfway past the point of drunkenness and thus he fondled her breasts, something which she didn't mind. The Vampire King did mind and Harry had to evade numerous decapitating blows and other nasty things one could do with a sword and a very large paddle.

He looked at his mother and he gulped. This might not be the time to do this but it would serve as a good lesson in the future: " Mom? Would you be available tonight to go somewhere with me?"

She raised an eyebrow and said; "What exactly are you thinking of, Dear?" she was a little bit puzzled why he was asking her and she saw him point towards the hallway and they stood up together and walked out of the door to resume the talk there.

"Mom I would need you to come with me to a ball that is going to be held around 8. I'm sure I would get in some major trouble if you don't show up with me as my girlfriend. Are there any Order members going to the Remembrance of the War ball? Otherwise we would be in major trouble if we get spotted." I hope she agrees. It's my neck on the line here.

She pondered about what he was asking her. She still looked good according to most people and looked young enough to be his girlfriend. She didn't really see the problem with all the things that were going on at the moment and she just nodded and said: "As long as there isn't going to be much fighting then I'll be there with you, as your girlfriend… Although I think this should be kept a secret from your father. I doubt that would go over well with him…"

Harry just chuckled and said: "If I hadn't claimed you as my girlfriend then you would still be with the Dark Elves, pumping out children… they tend to use human women as baby factories. And I wouldn't like to see my mother get by Dark Elves just to supply them with children…" he looked at her, his eyes turning red and seemed to burn with their own infernal light. "I will protect you mother. If I can't do that then I don't deserve to be called a child of yours. I swear by the forces of Hell themselves that you shall be saved no matter what will happen. Should your husband cast you pout for some imagined slight, I shall help you regain your prestige, should you be shunned by people, and then those people will die. This oath I swear to Lily Evans-Potter!" With an irony clang the oath was recognised by the magic and Harry could feel the Heavenly part of his magic begin to seep into her, changing her to the heavenly image of an angel standing there. His eyes filled with tears as he beheld her marvellous body and said: "Fall… Fall…. FALL…FALL!"

His voice was hoarse as he began to claw at the image of his mother and witnessed as she was ripped apart, her blood staining his body, her flesh being devoured by his mouth, savouring the taste.

He grits his teeth as a soft hand caressed his cheek and he looked at his mother, having fallen to his knees once the oath was made. "Harry? Is everything alright? After you swore that oath you blacked out." She looked at him with care in her eyes and for a moment he could feel the inner darkness being driven out of his body and he felt tears coming out of his eyes. "Mom… Thank you." his mouth spoke those words with utmost sincerity in them and she just stroked his hair, whispering that it was alright and that she was delighted to come with him.

He still had at least one small trace of love within his body. The love that a son has for its mother isn't that easily expelled from the body although most of the material relating him to a human was expelled, leaving faint traces of Potter blood within his veins so he could still access the Potter grounds….

He looked at her and said: "I'll get you a nice dress, I'll make sure it's the finest of the finest." With that he apparated out of the house, leaving Lily within the hallway. She looked at the place where her son had been only moments before and a tear slid down her face. "What could you do, my sweet, sweet son? What could you do against it?" she stood up and then went to go and prepare for the ball. A woman needs her time to prepare; after all it wouldn't do to look bad on a party which will have important people attending.

Harry apparated back into the Potter house around 6, dressed in clothes that seemed befitting one of his station, a regal cloak wrapped around his shoulders, in his hand a beautiful dress which was glittering with rare stones on it. His hair seemed to be orderly for once and he looked at the world with his emerald gaze. His robes were made of high quality silk from Acromantula's and he looked at the woman who he had apparated next to with his eyes shimmering with untold feelings. She looked good even though she wasn't particularly dressed. "Here is your dress, mother."

She looked at the dress and closed her eyes at the brilliance of the dress. It looked stunning and too valuable to put on her. "Call me Lily on the ball. It wouldn't do to address me as mother when I'm posing as your girlfriend, now would it? Now please get out, I need to change." She laughed as she could hear some embarrassed muttering from him and then she heard the door open and be shut by him.

Around 7 PM did she exit her room and she saw her son stand there, looking absolutely surprised at how she looked. She had to admit that there was a certain beauty about the way the dress showed her features and her red hair making her look exquisite to everyone looking at her. It didn't really matter that he was taller then her, all that mattered was the ball and the fact that her son would need to attend with her. She didn't mind playing the girlfriend one time since it looked like it could be a lot of fun.

Harry apparated the two of them to the hall where the party would get started. She looked around and saw several of the most feared Dark Creatures help each other out with the preparations for the ball. "GREYBACK! GET YOUR MANGY HIDE OVER HERE!"

Harry's voice snapped her thoughts back onto him and her presence here in the room seemed threatened by so many of the creatures as she realised that at any command from the leaders, they would be killed. She looked at the man who came over to her son with a rushed speed and then tackled him tot eh ground, the yellowy nails being spotted by her as being extremely long and unkempt. "Kid! How dare you win last time! I was sure that I'd win and there you go, stealing all my money away with a simple royal flush."

She was stunned by the behaviour as she saw the most feared werewolf alive play with her son in such a friendly way. Play was the wrong word for it. There seemed to be some camaraderie between her son and the much older, Lord of the Werewolves.

Fenrir noted the pretty woman looking at them and said; "Hi, This your girlfriend, Infusco? She's a pretty lass, I'll give you that. Come set next to me at the party. I'll be sure to give you some of that special drink that we always seem to be drinking whenever we get together. The rest of them vampire pansies don't drink the stuff, even when mixed with blood, stating that they won't drink the vile liquor. Just because their prince got so drunk off his ass and then harassed that pretty girl at a public party was just a thing to make it unpopular." The werewolf stumbled away, mumbling something about getting an apprentice to sit next to him so he didn't have to sit next to a prissy ass….

The ball finally started and Harry took a seat next to Fenrir, like he had told the man that he would and when he looked at the man he saw that he was looking at a man who seemed aged and weary and who was currently standing at a few feet from the Lord of Werewolves. "Infusco, let me introduce you to one of my new apprentices, Remus Lupin."

Harry looked at the man who was a friend of his father and said: "I believe we have already met, Fenrir. Mister Lupin and my father share some history due to going to a school together, one of which I'm to attend to if my father pushes his wish for me to go." He looked at the man with his piercing green eyes and said: "Infusco Necrotis, pleased to meet you, Remus."

The predatory grin that was on his face was unnerving the werewolf who had gained the knowledge that the eldest son of his best friend was the Dark General, Infusco Necrotis, killer of oh-so-many wizards and witches in the name of the Dark Alliance. Albus wasn't going to be happy about this and he doubted that James would. His old friend seemed so tensed the last weeks, constantly talking about how Edward would defeat the Dark lord when he was older and how the Dark Lord would die in different ways, by Eddie's hand. Remus didn't know what to think. He barely saw Lily around but when he saw her he could sense that there was a hint of depression in her demeanour. She seemed to be so depressed that it seemingly clung to her, making the air depressive to be around her.

Fenrir looked at his new apprentice and just shrugged and said: "And there is Infusco's current girlfriend, one of which the name still hasn't been given. What's yer name lass?"

He looked at the pretty girl who just looked back at him and said: "Lily Evans-Potter."

Remus was about to faint. His best friends wife had just been introduced as her own son's girlfriend and she had just given her name to the Lord of Werewolves without a thought of what the werewolf would do. "So you are the mother or whatever you are of the one who is hailed to be the Boy-Who-Lived or something of that crap? Infusco must have been lucky to pick you up somewhere."

Harry grinned and said: "You know I have excellent taste in women, Fenrir. Didn't you once say that I was rather like you in bed, Loud, Noisy and rough?" Fenrir looked at him for a second before clapping him on the back and beginning to laugh as the memory came back to the man about that evening when they had all gotten drunk and had held a contest to see who could screw the most women within three hours. Harry had only won because he looked so cute… he had been nine at the time but looked thirteen at least. Harry continued his speech; "And do remember that I once have said that once a woman is found suitable that I would never let her go? Well Lily is that woman who I would never let go. I even cried when she told me that she would be happy to go to this small party with me."

Fenrir looked at Lily with a stare that clearly said that nobody was to talk or else get their guts exposed at the next full moon. She didn't budge and inch and he said: "Well… she has some spirit within her. I think she'll be a good match." Harry could not help but agree to that by nodding and stating: "Of course she is a good match. And I'll only need to do some dark ritual and she'll look like she's twenty once again… And the fact that we love each other a lot isn't really much of a surprise since my real name is, and always has been, Harry James Potter…" Fenrir looked at his young acquaintance with something of admiration and he said: "You are dating your own mother? Cool… that's something you don't see a lot. Congratz kiddo. Finally you've outdone me, your powerful mentor!"

The man struck a pose and Harry had to suppress a shudder… Fenrir didn't know how wrong he looked when he did that pose. The guy was magical and a homicidal guy but the way that he seemed to pose just suggested something that was odd and it had always been a point that irked Harry about the man but he didn't find any solution to that problem. He had tried to make the guy stop but somehow the posing must have been imprinted on the man's mind in some irreparable way because the guy did it whenever he had a feeling that it was needed.

Then it was time to dance…

Next chapter will be the dance… and the return to the Potter mansion… with a confrontation with everybody's favourite Light! Sided Werewolf!

And I'm currently looking for a beta who would like to help me with my dialogue since it sucks…

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