Lord of Destruction
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Harry goes to Hogwarts in this chapter… lets hope he leaves it intact…
Hogwarts
He looked at the girl who had come to wake him and he stepped out of bed, not really noticing her startled gasp as she saw the signs of arousal on his body, a thing that had happened when you got a dream about a hot woman doing all sorts of things to your body.
She simply stared at him and he gave her a pointed look which stated: get out or I'll do something very bad to you. Then he turned around and began to get his robes in order, for he would need to do something today which involved everybody's favorite Dark Lord, actually restoring his magical power once again. He would need to do that before dusk set in or else the man would be rendered a muggle.
He exited his room, making almost no sound while doing so and he grabbed his eldest sister by her waist, dragging her towards him in a playful gesture and having the satisfaction to see her blush. She looked at the man who her brother had become and like her mother also had felt, a pulse of something traveling down her spine and she could feel her body shutting down at his touch, her mind being inflamed by his touch, which she didn't feel able to explain.
He looked at her and then managed to look innocent and said;: " Is something bothering you, sister?" she looked at him and then glared, not really thinking it all that funny to be heard coming from his mouth. He looked at her and then he grinned and slowly began to walk away, making sure to do some sexy maneuvers with his ass.
He grinned before he remembered exactly which day it was. The first day of school, one school he would have to attend if he would like to keep up the façade of him being an obedient boy to the order.
He entered the dining room and he grinned. He had been sure that there wouldn't be many people attending dinner but he was proven wrong as he saw his little brother sit there on the table like he owned the damn thing. He looked at them and then he felt a surge of power spring onto his fingertips as he saw his brother gorge himself on some waffles. He looked at the child that was his little brother and he could not help but suppress a sigh of disappointment at the sight of the child who was eating too much to be healthy, although he knew that the divine power would keep Eddie in a fit shape. " Father."
His voice curt through the chatter like a knife went through butter and he looked at the man who seemingly had been able to create him within his mothers womb and he received an answer: " Yes Harry?" Harry looked at the man and said; " I am supposed to go to school today, am I not?" he grinned as his father tried to decipher his wording and Harry could feel a minor headache come up to him.
The man nodded excitedly and said; "You are going to school with your little brothers and sisters. I just know you'll be a proud Gryffindor like the rest of your family has ever been. No Potter has ever been in Slytherin." Harry could not help but scowl at that, making his handsome face contort in an uglier version of itself and he glared at his father. "Could I join you at the table or should I remain standing all the time?" he had seen that there would be no chair free for him and James just smiled apologetically and then magicked up a chair.
Harry sat down and helped himself to some waffles coupled with a few sausages, also grabbing some pancakes, although it really wasn't necessary to eat them. He just liked pancakes with syrup and since they were mostly ignored by the Order and the other people on the table, he just grabbed them and made sure that they disappeared, eating the sausages afterwards and then the waffles, making sure that he would be able to gain as much nourishment as possible.
Afterwards he was escorted to a room by a few order members who told him to stay put. He didn't like it one bit and he absently fingered one of his long daggers affectively. After ten minutes of waiting did Dumbledore enter and he looked at it and then he felt a memory return to him.
Flashback
He was two years old at the time and he remembered how the thin woman was screeching at him to get up and do some things for her. She had kicked him once to get him to move and the small child did as he was told, not really understanding why he was needed to do it when the other child still was snoozing contently. He looked at the woman as she handed him a rag and ordered him to clean most of the table legs. She did it first to show him what to do and after he had learned she left him alone to do it, not really thinking too much about how he would complete it all. He had started to work on the table legs and wonder why aunt and uncle were so mean to him.
Another flashback happened; he was around four years in age at that moment.
Flashback
He looked sat his aunt as she commanded him to do the dishes or else Vernon would come and do the thing to him once again. He looked at the woman, hatred coursing through his veins, not really caring too much for the woman. He looked at the woman with his green eyes turning blood red and let loose a wave of what was later identified to be a concussive wave of magic at petunia who crumpled to the floor thanks to the concussive wave. He had stormed out of the house, not ready for the punishment that his uncle would give him. He had wandered the streets as a child until he had been found by Jack who had taken him in and raised him, making sure that he wouldn't be subjected to torture and not realizing that the child he had taken in had a penchant for sadism.
Harry remembered how his uncle used to try and 'beat the freakishness out of his disgusting little hide'. He remembered how he had hated the pain and how it had made him bitter. His first thing to do afterwards was to make sure that whoever crossed his path was killed in a spectacular way which would totally make no sense to anyone sane. James had learned that sending Harry on a mission to eliminate people was a good thing since it made him loosen up a little bit and get rid of some of that anger that the child kept pent up within him. Knifes and other things weren't often absent from his torture sessions and if provoked he was able to out duel most normal people, even at the age of eight. By the time he had grown to be twelve years old, he already had a large amount of knowledge from the arcane as well as some good friends, including Fenrir Greyback who had been visiting James one day with a message from some of the Lords including the Lord of Vampires.
Fenrir had immediately asked him whether he would be able to fetch James, which Harry did immediately. The only thing that was obvious about the relationship he had with James was that there was a picture in the living room of James and Harry. For all other accounts Harry was the apprentice of James and his own heir in ways that went beyond human knowledge.
END FLASHBACK
He was jerked out of his thoughts by Albus Dumbledore's voice: "Are you alright Harry?" Harry's eyes focused on the man and he nodded, not willing to speak. He looked at the man, his green eyes flaring with some sort of inner fire as he saw Eddie and the rest of the family stand close by. He looked at the piece of rope which would serve as the portkey or even a waypoint to get to the school. He didn't have much interest in following an education but that way it would be better to keep tabs on everyone and make sure that there would be no problems for his takeover of this world.
He grabbed the rope and the world swirled and he felt a touch behind his navel as the portkey activated and brought him to a place where he had never been before. He looked at the bright red steam engine and could not help but snort in distaste. His eyes looked at the people on the station and he let go of the piece of rope, not really wanting to be around the obnoxious side of his family any longer. He looked around and saw that there was a good place to disapparate next to a blonde man who he recognized as Lucius Malfoy.
He made his way to the man and then began to slip past the man, not really wanting his presence to be known. He made an illusion come over his face which made his eyes light up reddish as anyone looked at them. He looked at the deserted place and then disapparated with a crack. He looked at the Dark lord as he sat on a bed, the soul imprisoned within Hell leading him to the Dark Lord's body. He looked at the man and then he said: "You look pretty weak without the magic that you possessed. Don't worry I will restore your magic now." He looked around and saw a book on the man's lap which was titled: Forces of Hell and other Hellspawn. It even kept up to date on what Demons were populating Hell and it seemed to be a picture of Baal, the old Lord of Destructiuon. So the man knew how futile it was to fight against him… that would be a good thing because he was going to use Hell as a backup plan using the Death Eaters as the human cannon fodder.
He looked at the man and then touched the area where the heart should be, not really wanting to make a big show out of it. He could feel the empty core and the ripped soul and then forced some magic within it, ensuring loyalty to him at a subconscious level so he wouldn't be double-crossed,. It wouldn't do for a human to outwit him. After all he is the Lord of Destruction and Ruler of Hell itself so he had to keep up a good face in front of the Demons or else there might be a revolt.
"Your magic is restored, Lord Voldemort. Now we shall make sure that nothing will ever resist us again! Attack the Hogwarts Express but be careful with my family. If I see your Death Eaters torturing or killing them you might want to give them up as a lost cause because I'm willing to make sure that they won't survive." Lord Voldemort nodded and said; "It shall be a great blow against the Wizarding world to strike when their children are vulnerable. Any people you would like to have killed or shall I make sure that you will have some small amount of free movement by instructing my Death Eaters not to attack you?" Harry absently nodded, his mind occupied with other things. He didn't really like protect ting his family… well the males of the family could get killed for all that he cared but the females were something that worried him. His mother could hold her own in a duel and his eldest sister should know enough to kill most Death Eaters but none of the Inner Circle. And there would of course be his idiotic brother who would mess things up royally. This would pose for some sort of dilemma but he would have to bear it. He would need to appear to the world as a worthy elder brother to the Boy-Who-Lived and not be some sort of Death Eater in the making. If the media portrayed him like that then most of his efforts would be in vain as his brother held a great deal of popularity.
He apparated away, leaving behind a determined Lord Voldemort who would strive to make sure that the attack went as suggested. It was on his mind too, to attack something of great value but he had been focusing on the ministry and not given much thought to other things since the Ministry made it hard for him to gather troops and do other illicit things.
Harry apparated once again and walked back to the Potters, his eyes holding a knowing glint as they turned an emerald green once again and he looked at his mother and hugged her from her back, his chest leaning against her back and making her give a startled yelp. "Mom, I'll miss you…" without giving James a hug he went inside the train, his eyes casting dark glances at everyone he met. The students looked at him with surprise as he chose a compartment which held his sisters. As the train started moving he looked at them and he said: "There are a set of standard Hogwarts robes for me, I hope?" his tone was slightly hopeful, otherwise he would need to go in dressed like he was, in dark robe with a face which seemed ominous enough to make sure that he looked exactly like the Lord of Destruction which he was.
Jezebel shook his head and she said; "You'll be a Seventh year and no there aren't any robes for you. So you'll have to go and wear whatever it is you are wearing now…" Harry grinned and said; "Did you remember our little guest from a few days ago?" he looked at Jezebel's reaction and then saw that her mouth was hanging open a few centimeters and she looked stunned. "I see you still remember him. Well he told me that there will be a meeting of him and me on the train within an hour or something… I don't really know because he still needed some time to get his little friends together but at least he has his magic back once again after making a deal with the devil. Damn cheeky bastard still not living up to his promise but hey, the day is still young…"
"He is coming here?" she squeaked, scared by the thought that Lord Voldemort actively sought them out on the train, which must mean that an attack must be planned by the Dark Lord… She looked at her brother, not really sure if he was making a joke or that he was completely serious. She heard a knock at the door and saw that there were two girls standing there, one blonde and one with black hair. The one with the black hair was extremely pretty and the other with the blonde hair seemed to have a refined elegance around her. The black-haired one looked positively mad as she seemed to have her eyes fixated on Harry. With a wave the door opened and immediately the black-haired girl sat on Harry's lap, her lips on his, making contact with the lips of the black-haired youth. He looked at her and then began to feel the power within her and felt her being a succubus and realized who she was. "Bella?"
The succubus looked at Harry, her eyes turning crimson for a moment before becoming normal once again. "Yes Master? Would you like to have some fun with me right now?" she ground her crotch against his in a very obvious way and a grin appeared on his face and he said; "Not now Bella. I believe that there might be some fun on the way for you. Why don't you keep yourself restrained until wee get to Hogwarts… It would be bad to just do it in front of my little sisters. Although it might arouse them too so they might join in with the fun…" he grinned and he looked at the faces which were all flabbergasted as he had said that. He grinned and then said to clear the stunned air in the room. "Just a joke girls. I'd never do any of you… you are too young for my tastes anyways. I like a woman who is mature in most ways."
Absently he noted that an hour had passed and suddenly an explosion rocked the train, making him grin in anticipation. He looked at Bellatrix and said; "Well… it seems that Voldie boy and his troupe of Death Munchers have arrived. I'm sorry girls but I need to be off, fighting. I'll see you later…" with that he was gone, leaving behind two adult witches in the guise of young witches and three girls of his own blood. After he had stepped out, he magically sealed the compartment so only he could enter at will and then looked around for any sign of combat.
He saw students passing him and he took a moment to compose himself as he ducked from a stray blasting hex which obviously came from a Death Eater. He looked at the fighting and then he made sure that there was no-one looking at him and then made his form shimmer into the guise of the Lord of Destruction, not really caring too much about it all., just making sure the cloak stayed on tight.
He walked through the hall and he looked at the Death Eaters and students dueling with a stray hex whizzing past his face. He grinned as he felt a curse impact with his chest and blast off the cloak he was wearing… so much for stealth. He looked at the unfortunate Death Eater who had done so and then simply grabbed the man/'s face and then slowly tore off the skin, the man screaming the entire time and making everybody turn towards the sight of the man getting his face ripped off. Harry noticed the blood now coating his hands and he grinned as he began to make sure that his power flowed straight into his body from the blood that seemed to drain the power towards mindless killing blood frenzy. He looked at the black robe and then ripped off the face and skin with a simple rake of his clawed hands. He looked at the bloodied man and he laughed, his laugh making the air within the surroundings chill.
His eyes seemed so wild to the spectators as the blood red made them all flinch back and he said: "FOR THIS I LIVE! DESTRUCTION, DEATH AND DARKNESS! I LOVE IT!" A laugh made it past his lips, insanity clearly within it. He looked at the students and then began to make sure that there would be a few casualties, ripping off a few arms didn't really sate his bloodlust.
He wandered towards where the main fighting was going on and saw his little brother, wings out and all fighting against Lord Voldemort who seemed barely able to stand. He watched as his brother brought out a blade to stab Voldemort through the heart and free the soul from its mortal confine. This wasn't what Harry had hoped for so he intervened. Drawing his sword form somewhere he went in and their blades clashed, neither giving an inch to the other. The corrupting influence of the Lord of Destruction making the blade able to take a lot of holy punishment.
They locked eyes, his burning red piercing the blue sparkling eyes of his younger brother. With a groan Eddie was pushed back by his brother and Harry said, his voice deeper so he would not be recognized at first glance by his voice. "So it seems we have a pretty little servant of the High Heavens here with us today…"
Harry grinned and threw back his brother and said to Lord Voldemort. "I think it best that you leave now, before this might destroy the entire landscape. Let us dance, Light Guardian and let us dance the beautiful dance of death itself!" With that he was up against Eddie's throat which was parried easily by the younger boy, somehow knowing how to block and parry like he was a natural at it.
He slashed at his brother, hitting him in the cheek and letting a sliver of blood drip out of the cut, making Harry's senses get overloaded and Harry immediately got away before the fight could escalate any further. He wanted to lick off the blood but he couldn't for it would dispel the illusion and he would need to hide afterwards." "I'll see you next time, Light Guardian. I wish you a very good time at that institute where you are going to because they are going to be the last of the days you'll spend around the living people before I drag you down to Hell!" in a flash of black fire he was gone before anyone could interrupt, nobody left but Eddie and his friends Hermione and Ron.
Harry appeared back in the compartment and undid the sealing spells and put on a cheerful face. "I helped drive off the Death Eaters so you are all safe again." he watched as his younger sister looked at him with adoration in their eyes while Jezebel sent him a sceptic look. The rest of the train ride was uneventful.
When he was escorted to the Great Hall after being forced to sit in those cramped boats, he waited patiently until his name was called out and when that didn't happen he looked at Dumbledore who had stood up the moment the last name had been sorted.
"We have a student joining us who is a little bit older then all of you. Let me introduce Harry James Potter, brother to Edward potter who, at his request to learn in this fine institution will be Sorted now. Please take a seat on the chair and then put the hat on, Mister Potter." He looked at the old man and his eyes turned hard and cold to the man. So he wants to play with me like a puppet? Well then let's royally fuck up his plans…
He sat down on the stool and put on the Hat and mentally watched as it spoke up after sorting through his mind. "You are quite the different one, aren't you mister Potter? Where to Sort you? Slytherin would be an ideal choice and I can see that you've been keeping a great deal of information behind… Ravenclaw would be a good pick too… maybe Hufflepuff since you seem to hold great loyalty to your family…"
Harry grinned, his smile hidden underneath the hat for the time being as he sent the most recent and mosthidden memories at the hat, making it react rather like a trauma victim. It started to shudder and quake once he saw what Harry envisioned about his perfect world…
Nobody had ever seen the hat go pale or shudder like it was doing. With a scream it jumped off Harry's head to land on the floor next to him and shuddered further, still in mental agony at the painful things he had seen. "I won't Sort that…. That… that creature, Headmaster. There is a limit to what my mind can endure and that man just has exceeded. Never in all my life have I seen such a personality disorder then he has. If he really needs to be put in a house then allow me to go back on his head for a very brief period so I can get a general profile. I won't stay there long and if you ever think about putting me back on his head I will never sort another child Dumbledore!"
The hat had sent eh look Dumbledore directed at it and knew that its power could be passed on to another hat with the authority that the Headmaster had over the school. Carefully he was put back on Harry's head and he said with a shaky hint in his voice that was mental only; "Alright… I can see that you truly belong in…"
It had 4 choices, Hufflepuf immediately being discarded. The Hat resolved to pick the house which was most apparent within Harry's personality.
You will get the opportunity to choose what House Harry will belong to. I've already cast my vote for it which is Slytherin but I am willing to mould my thinking to a house which gets the most votes…
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