Lord of Destruction
Disclaimer; I don't own Harry Potter or Lord of Destruction. Due to some votes that I have received I will do something that nobody has ever heard of before: I'm starting to make sure that Harry won't be shunned and will be seen like the Golden Boy next to his brother.
Noteworthy is the following fact that he hates his brother but hides it very well.
Gryffindor
Harry felt the hat on his head wanting to get as far away as fast as possible and then he began to think about the ways he could possible destroy most opposition to his reign on earth. He wouldn't want to make sure that there would be a rebellion against him. He envisioned his perfect world to be one where killing was allowed and that the wizards and muggles would be forced to acknowledge him as their ruler since he commanded masses of Demons who would gladly tear into them without much reason needed for it other then his command.
He looked at the world from a 3D view and he could literally see the burning cities which were razed by the might of his demons. He could see firestorms raging over the planet as he felt his power being expaqnded within his single entity and he commanded his demons from far away, a mental link to some who would happily carry out his orders. He looked at the ravaged world and felt at peace. The hat was about to speak and he knew that it would be in his best interests to get in the same house as his brother as to not awake sleeping dogs by letting them think he was evil by getting into the Slytherin house, which would have been the choice for the hat if he didn't interfere. He had heard from his father that Slytherins did make for followers of the Dark and he would belong in that house, it was even calling to him but he ignored the call and made the hat think that he was the epitome of Gryffindor, while still being terrified by the Lord of Destructions frightening mind.
The hat screamed its decision with a frantic tone in its voice: "GRYFFINDOR!" Harry's face was lit up with a smile that seemed to draw people into it, charisma literally dripping from every pore in his body. He looked at the Gryffindors and imagined how their blood would be spilled over the tables. He noted a pair of twins with red hair sitting at the table too, and was faintly surprised when he could sense a hint of chaos around them. They had been touched by Chaos and it permeated their being. They loved causing it and he could feel a feeling well up within him and he could feel his awareness stretching out to encompass the entire room. He stood up, still within the trancelike state and the took a hold of the hat that was on his head still and then took it off and threw it roughly at McGonagall and he looked at the lions and then felt the grin return on his face, making many girls swoon as he was the heir to a very sizeable fortune.
He looked at them and then he felt how his bones groaned for a moment, the magic awareness trying to make his body collapse but he would have none of that. He reinforced the body structure with magic, making sure that he would be as fit as he had been before and he grinned as he could feel the bones within his body beginning to reform like the magic that was flowing through him. If anyone possessed a means to see his magic they would only see a huge mass of black magic flowing through him, in tune with his heartbeat and making it look like he was a being of darkness that wandered the halls of Hogwarts. He had enough plans for the school as it was and he grinned as he could feel the power that was within the ancient school.
He moved to sit at the table and didn't really acknowledge the Headmaster to whose rules he was now bound as a student of the school. He reviled those humans for even thinking that he would adhere to these petty rules that they had laid out. In his eyes chaos and anarchy were the things that would make the world tick. With order there was no chaos and the screams of the dying people would hopefully permeate the air before he went insane.
"… a contingent of Aurors were dispatched by Minister Fudge who has assured that something like the attack on the train won't happen again. " Harry could feel his blood boiling with the dark magic that sprang to his fingertips and he didn't even hear the congratulations he got from the people around him as he had been sorted into Gryffindor and immediately could feel the magic within pick up every word within Dumbledore's speech. He watched how Bellatrix and Narcissa got sorted into Slytherin, earning them the looks of hatred and anger from the Gryffindors. The hatred between the houses pleased him to a part but there was a time where this was simply too much. To have a succubus imprisoned within the dungeons would pose a threat to all males within the dungeons since Succubae usually tended to be able to make sure that they got themselves filled with semen in one way or another. And he was sure that Bella was about to either just go over to him and fuck him on the table, something which would be greatly disapproved of by most people in the Great Hall and the other option was that most boys in the Slytherin dorms would get a visit from the lusty Succubus, leaving behind empty husks without souls. Harry grinned as he imagined most of them pure-blooded guys without souls but knew that she mustn't be found out lest they be linked.
Suddenly an idea popped into his mind. There were some sort of devices to keep people from being attracted to each other and probably could be altered but that would require a good amount of dark magic to do so to make sure that Bella didn't go AWOL. He noticed that the rest of the people were eating around him and he grabbed some chicken legs and began to rip off the flesh with his teeth, not really caring much for table manners. Fenrir never seemed to care for them and he didn't care for them either. He felt the flesh in his mouth and eh could feel the flesh being torn by his teeth.
"It is quite rude to eat in such a manner with others present, Harry." he turned towards the speaker and noticed that the bushy haired girl who had been at odds with his sister was talking to him, accompanied by that redheaded guy that hung around his brother. "So what? I eat however I want to eat. If you want someone to blame, go and search for a wolf. You might know him a little bit if you follow Lupin's tale of sorrow.' He grinned and crushed the bones of the chicken in his mouth, not really caring too much if his mouth got filled with pieces of bone from the chicken.
He looked at the people looking at him and he could feel the desire to command them, to make their souls his, to convert them to the darker things in life. He watched as his sisters looked at him with a worried glint in their eyes while his two younger brothers looked at him like he were the devil himself, which he coincidentally was in a certain way. He looked at them and then shrugged and served himself some ice-cream after the waste of the chicken had disappeared.
The ice-cream made him feel the coldness and he was remembering the icy wastes of the countries up high where he had travelled through once. He could still hear the screams of the dying as he brought the icy chill to their homes and froze them alive. He could feel their bodies chilling down to death was a certainty and never left anything but death and destruction in his wake.
He heard how the Headmaster made some weird speech and he then was led to the Gryffindor common room, not really feeling all at home within the brightly red room. He found that the colour seemed to offend his eyes, making him feel like he was in another world. He didn't really make much out of it but he felt the strangest feeling come over him, like rage being molten and then poured within his veins, making him feel the deadly cold rage of the Lord of Destruction whose powers and Soul he had within him and had absorbed. He could see everyone looking at him and he felt pride surge through him as they were mostly appraising looks from those that seemed to admire his little brother. "Tell us something about yourself, what you like and dislike, what your hobbies are and what your career path is."
The mudblooded witch who had said that was irritating him and he grinned, showing white teeth to the people present., he looked at the little girl, hating her for the fact that her blood tainted the flow of magic that flowed through her, not really being unleashed to its purest potential like with the pure-blooded wizards. The girl looked smart but he had no doubt that she would be unable to survive for long on the battlefield since she showed more ability at learning spells then casting them effectively. She seemed to be one that was made for Ravenclaw and that wouldn't make many things able to happen.
He could feel his presence being revolted by her proximity and realised that she was intruding on his private space with her bossy attitude. "I would like to answer when you aren't standing nose to nose with me. Please step aside little girl and I won't need to get nasty with you…" he looked at her and then she stepped away from him and out of his personal space. He looked at the girl and then said; "Alright you wanted to know something about me, right?" she nodded and he grinned once again at her in a Potteresque fashion and then began to tell her about himself;. "Well my name is Harry James Potter, eldest son of the Potter family. My mom and dad are called Lily and James and probably love each other a lot since they made not just me but all of my other brothers and sisters too… I like a lot of things which include some physical aspects which you probably will never have to do if you keep up that attitude, young lady."
His eyes flashed in amusement as she turned red and was about to say something but he silenced her by speaking up and said: "I think you should try to shut up when people that are older then you are talking g. as I am the eldest male son of the Potter family and am 18 years old at the moment I could easily duel you on a law made in 1574 which states that any wizard of pure blood which is insulted by a wizard or witch of impure or tainted blood by muggleness would be able to call forth a duel between the two of them, leading up to death if that is what the wizard asked to. And since you are a muggleborn then I would suggest you hold your tongue since I would be able to defeat you with a hand tied behind my back, not even considering you would actually summon up that much power to defeat me…" he drew his wand and placed it on her head with a simple motion. "I could have cast a simply jinx on your head to make you think that your head was falling off. I could have cast a disembowelling curse on you in the moment you stood stunned… do you really think that I would be defeated just by the fact that a witch like yourself just throws some little fit. You should watch your steps around me, Miss Granger."
He was the centre of attention for the entire common room. Every eye was on him and Granger. He looked the muggleborn witch in the eyes and said; "You should be grateful for the fact that I'm willing to give a second chance. A lot of people would have died if they confronted me…." Then he sat down in a chair and said; "To answer your questions… I like fighting with people, using magic and whatever it takes to win. I also like to be around my family., the only thing I dislike is those that wish to do harm to my family, notable exclusions left aside. And my ambition… my career and ambition…" he paused for dramatic effect, knowing that everybody was anxious to know what he was going to say next: "Is to become one of the greatest wizards this world has ever seen!"
He looked at the people in the common room and then looked at the girl and said; "Does that slake your lust for knowledge, girl? Do you know enough now or do I even need to give you all my sizes?" he grinned as he watched the girl flush in embarrassment but gulped slightly as he saw the hungry look in the other girls eyes. "Hey, I don't do orgies, girls…" with that parting remark he got up and said; "Who would like to show me to where the hell I can get some sleep?" he grinned as he looked at the people who, mostly looked flustered and the girls still seemed to have their eyes fixed on him until a seventh year told him that he'd lead him to the dorms.
Harry hated this. He hated being in the spotlight and under the scrutiny of the fan girls. He hated them as they were of the same kind that had taken so much away from the Dark Creatures without ever looking back to look at the things they had done;. He knew that blaming them was normally foolish since they hadn't committed these acts but he knew they would like their parents and grandparents had done. This entire world was caught up in a circle of decay and he was the medicine to it all. He could bring the renewing touch to the world. He would cleanse the world in war and then when he reigned he would overthrow the High Heavens himself and then make it so that there would be no opposition to him and he could dictate the laws for the world as he would rule everything.
Nobody would be able to stop him once he had killed his brother…
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