Lord of Destruction

Disclaimer: Sorry if the last chapter was pretty weak, I'm trying to improve on it. I hope that It did get some small amount of sympathy from you people but I was rather stressed out at the moment when I uploaded and wrote it due to three projects needing to be finished within a week.

Duel with a Master

Harry was bored at the moment. He was asked to try and transform a simply rock into something that could move and be alive. This was basic stuff to him since everybody he knew could at least transfigure something into a thing that could think for itself and still be regarded as a tool. He looked at the small rock he had been handed and then tapped it with his wand thrice and then looked as it began to twist into something that seemed acceptable to him, a small tabby cat which would come equipped with a few razor sharp teeth. "Ten points for you excellent transfiguration Mister Potter. Although I must admit that its rather surprising that you would know to transfigure something without life into something which bears life. You have the talent of your father in this area. I can still remember how he transfigured a small piece of parchment into a perfect replica of the Headmaster and then made it parade around the great Hall, making me surprised by the magnificent work that he had done." She moved away after that but not before giving him a thin smile, which was the first smile he had ever seen on the woman's mouth. He scowled inwardly, hating the fact that she dared to compare him to his father so much.

All that he wanted was to cause mass chaos and destruction like his title implied, being the Lord of Destruction. He could still remember what it was like when Baal roamed the Earth, the previous Lord being a bored being who loved killing people in different ways which would seem impossible by normal standard due to the fact that the victims usually died within the second that they had caught the Lord's attention. In that time there wasn't much interaction with the high Heavens, making sure that Baal could go unpunished by the Heavenly powers.

He had led his mother to the apparition point in Hogsmeade after she had put on his boots with the promise to return the sometime, the blood within it staining her feet. She had looked at him and then he had led her to the apparition point, a tension between them that he couldn't explain due to something that felt off to him. He looked at the woman at the time and he could see why his father was so interested in her. She displayed such natural beauty that he just wanted to take her to his room and not come out for sleep or food for the next three days in which lily would end up very sore. But he knew that he couldn't act unless the feeling was returned by her., he did have a small amount of a code of honour left which would need the allowance of the woman to have wild sex with her. Normally it wasn't much of a problem since he was handsome enough to get any woman that he wanted and this did prove to be a difficult task since his mother was still married to his father, the man barely spending time with his wife anymore…

She looked at her son, the boots making her feet feel uncomfortable due to the blood still making her feel like she was walking on a wet towel which made her movements feel sluggish to herself.

She looked at her son, whose movements seemed deliberate and full of grace. He seemed to possess a keenness of movement which made her feel weak at the knees.

She found herself pulled to him and he held out his arm for her to take, looking at her with those emerald green eyes which she also possessed. She could see the bloody red eyes behind them and shuddered when she took a hold of his arm, feeling a pleasant sensation travel up her spine.

"Harry?" she said, her voice trembling a little bit, as if she were nervous to speak. "Could you explain to me why I feel hot all of a sudden?" She had noticed that she was getting warmer and warmer as the moments passed and she instinctively knew that it was because her son was close to her and that she had developed some feelings for him, even though the idea of the relationship was taboo in Muggle as well as Wizarding society. She looked at him, his build making him look so much more powerful then his father had ever been.

She could still remember how James had acted in his Sixth Year and he had acted so sweet that year towards her that she had forgiven him for bullying Snape. Her heartbeat went up the moment he looked into her eyes and said: "Maybe you should lie down when you get home, mom. I care for you a great deal so I would never allow you to get sick if I can prevent it."

The concern for her within his eyes was enough to make her heartbeat go up even more, making her feel even hotter, a blush growing on her cheeks as she looked at him, her eyes slightly misty as she looked into his, standing still for the moment, lost in the moment.

He looked at her, her red hair making it look like she were a fallen angel, his feelings once again coming to the surface. She looks so beautiful… I want her… I need her… I desire to be hers, so I can cherish her forever… no woman has ever made me feel this way. His feelings ran amuck as he looked at her green eyes which were so like his own, but didn't have that intense hatred for people burning inside them when at a battle. He could feel some of her emotions, feeling particularly her feelings for him, making him feel the same warmth like she was feeling. He looked at her face, her kissable lips possibly aching to be kissed by him. He looked at her and felt a warm hand touching his hand. "Mom." He said, his voice bearing a deep hint of affection to it. "Please allow me the pleasure to kiss your lips…"

He bent towards her, his face looking exactly like James once had looked while he had kissed her in Seventh year and she could not deny him, for she felt like kissing him too.

She let his lips touch hers, the contact sending a jolt through her body, making her blush, her temperature rising for a moment. She could feel his lips against hers, a kiss which was shared between them. He deepened it, his tongue going inside her mouth and gently licked her tongue, caressing it like a lover. She leaned closer to him, his arms going around her body as she kissed him back, her tongue springing into action, making the feeling of the love he had for her intensify.

This is so wrong but it feels so good… her thoughts were on him the entire time he was kissing her, making her feel like she was special. She felt his hands roam over her body, making her feel better then whenever her husband had touched her.

He could sense her feeling slightly, the bond between mother and son being special, allowing Harry to feel some feelings that she had. He looked in her green eyes and broke the kiss, their mouths still tasting each other. Lily tasted somewhat like mint and to Harry she tasted good. She was one of the women who he had designated as his, no matter what previous things like marriage had been done.

He looked at her, his mind thinking about the correct application of power that should be applied." We shouldn't do this Harry… this is wrong and if anyone finds out about this you and I would get in trouble with your father and probably the rest of the family…" she halted for a moment as she saw Harry's eyes turn red and he said in a voice she had come to associate with his alter ego, the Lord of Destruction: "I will never allow anyone to hurt or to even try to strike you. If James wants to cast you out of the family then I will take his stead as Head of the Potters and even if he divorces you then I will marry you, no matter what others will think… after all there won't be much opposition to our marriage, IF it happens as I raze the world…"

A cruel smile was on his face and lily looked at him, her face turning pale as she saw the deadly smile. Harry looked scary to her and she involuntarily took a step back out of the fright that was generated from the sight.

Harry looked at her, then said: "Are you afraid, Lily? You shouldn't be… I'll protect you forever… you are my mother and I will honour my promise of protection!"

a brief flicker of light and she found herself standing in the shower, still dressed in the robe. The shower was still on, the water making a splattering sound and Lily could feel his hand still on her body.

He looked at her, and then said to her: "I got to go back to Hogwarts mom. See you later…" with a crack he was gone. She blinked once then realised that he had apparated with her to her shower, something which should be impossible with the wards on the Potter house.

Harry appeared just outside the wards, feeling them buzz as he passed through them, then jogged towards the area where the class would be given which was Transfiguration. McGonagall simply gave him a smile as she read the note and then told him to sit down.

Three hours later did Harry go to Flitwicks chambers, anxious to just get it over with. He heard some panting coming closer and he grinned as he knew that it easily could be someone who was searching for him because of the letter he had received not twenty minutes ago. With a fierce growl a huge wolf rounded the corner and Harry grinned as he was tackled to the ground, then kicked the wolf off him.

"Couldn't you wait a bit Fenrir? I got a duel to attend to… Maybe you'd like to be the referee or something?" The wolf simply grinned and then changed into the man who terrified so many children in their bedtime stories. He had been called a monster which shouldn't be allowed to live. Fenrir still wore a crooked smile as he recalled hearing from a vampire that there was a bedtime story in circulation about that Fenrir will come and get you if you were naughty. It always made the big wolf grin if he heard the words bedtime story. "Nah I think I might want to keep out of sight for a bit, get a feel for the ground s for a bit. Too many Aurors around who'd be happy to have me on their wall as a pelt, kiddo. "

Harry grinned and said: "Please take a lookout for any Aurors who might have been in a camp… I would like to k now who they are and where they are posted. I would like to give them a rather 'personal' encounter with myself, if possible…" Harry's grin widened as Fenrir nodded, a sign of agreement for Harry and then transformed into a wolf once again. It was a rather interesting development which would allow a werewolf to transform without the moon being present.

Harry looked at the painting of the hag which guarded the small Professor's rooms and said; "I am expected by Professor Flitwick." Without words the painting of thehag simply swung open, revealing a room which looked tasteful to Harry's eyes. Flitwick was already waiting for him., a smile on the older man's face and he said; "Ah Mister Potter, how glad you have come. I've not had a duel ever since I retired form my duelling career all those years ago and I must say that I'm a little bit rusty, but still able to give the ordinary Auror a rather good battle."the professor waved his wand once and a duelling platform appeared, the entire room stretching to accommodate it. "Mister Potter if you would please take your place, then we can proceed. Any spells that might be banned from this duel?"

At this Harry grinned and said: "Well I think the Unforgivables are out of the question as well as most Dark Arts spells… that would limit my repertoire a little bit but that'd still give me the chance to win…" Harry grinned an arrogant smirk, knowing that he had said nothing about Demonic arts. The Demonic arts generally cause d a lot of pain and suffering and were considered unforgivable when just attempting to cast one…

The duel started after three minutes with Harry and Flitwick bowing to each other. The first curse that was sent at Harry was a simply tripping jinx which was easily blocked. Seeing that Flitwick was merely testing him Harry decided to tell the man a little bit: "I've face dbigger fish then you, Professor. I seem to recall taking on a squad of Aurors by just using a simple levitating charm on a rock and then levitating it at high speeds to them. Infolvia Sectum." A blood red curse came from his wand, smashing into the duelling stage in front of the small Professor. Harry grinned at the man who simply grinned back and the duel began in earnest, curses being sent at the other with intensity that was awe-inspiring.

Harry ducked under a black curse aimed at his head and sent a redactor back at the man. This was getting to be funny as they were both using charms and a mix of other things in their duelling style. For a moment Harry paused and then began to call upon the infernal energy contained within and his voice turned raw as he began to chant, a black shield springing up around him. The chanting continued with Flitwick sending some spells at the shield, not knowing what it consisted of.

Mister Potter possesses a rather interesting shield. Maybe I should ask him where he learned it. In all my career I've never seen anything like it. The professor looked as the shield cracked and then stiffened as he saws what exactly Harry had done to himself. The skin was pale, an insane look on Harry's face which waqs coupled with the arcane energy he held within his hands, ready to be released in a moment's notice at an unsuspecting foe, which was something the Charms Professor was not. The energy was black with red streaks runnignt hroguh it, and seemed to have ht eshape of a ball, then changed into something that could not be described as a form, merelyt some sort of strange figurine which seemed to mock humanity with its existence as the bloated thing or whatever it was barely resembled a human. Then Flitwcik watched as the thing was thrown at him and he conjured up he most powerful shield that he knew.

A bright silver shield sprang into existence around him, and was hit with the energy which seemed to struggle for quite a bit but eventually penetrated the shield and hit the Professor in the chest, making the professor feel the effects of the piece of Demonic magic that was sent at the man. Harry grinned as the Professor exhaled the breath that had been his last in the conscious moment. The magic caused a total freeze of the respiratory system. He knew that he couldn't kill the man and with a snap of his fingers he willed the magic to disappear and with a simple enervate the Professor was awake o0nce again., looking at the young student that had been the first one to beat him in a duel in so many years: "Mister Potter, I'm glad that you've granted me the honour of duelling with you. If I may be so prudent as to ask, what the spell was that you used, so I might be able to incorporate it in my7 style."

Harry looked at the man, comprehension dawning on his face. So he wants to learn the spell so he might be able to use it in battle… the limitation of this spell is that its rather slow to charge and good only for solo battles since a spell with enough force could blast a hole through the shield. Nah he probably won't be able to use it anyways.

"Professor I don't think you would be able to learn it. I learned it only after I summoned a creature which required a rather high tithe. It's classified as Demonic Magic or Infernal magic and can only be used by someone who is around the power level of the Inner Circle of the Death Eaters. Only people who would willingly embrace the darkness would be able to learn it, if they have enough power, and an alliance with the Dark Creatures… Sir, I think you are a fair man, so please don't tell anyone anything about the spell I did…" Harry faked looking sad at the man and he saw that Flitwick simply laughed and said; "Mister Potter, don't be afraid. This was merely a duel with no official mumbo-jumbo and all that. I'd be in trouble too if I reported to the authorities that you used several curses which would be ranked as Dark and unforgivable. I used some… darker spells myself so I'd be arrested too, something which I wouldn't like… it really ruins your reputation. Feel free to come around anytime though Mister Potter. It was fun duelling someone with your experience. I trust that you fought in the war, probably on the side of the Dark Creatures?"

Harry looked at the man and nodded: "Humanity is overrated. How did you convince Dumbledore to let a Duergar teach Charms here anyways? Or did you just tell him that you were a regular dwarf? " Flitwick seemed to narrow his eyes quite a bit and then said; "You noticed that quite well Mister Potter. Indeed I am a Duergar, but may I ask what gave me away?"

"Your mark…" Harry's answer was short. All Duergar had a special mark on their skin, something which was unique to every one of them. In Flitwick's case it had been a mark which looked somewhat like a half formed oval. Harry immediately had noticed it and had drawn the conclusion that the Professor had some ties to the Dark Creatures. "I didn't know that you would be able to recognise the mark. Dumbledore thought it was a simple birthmark and hired me because I displayed some good skills. I won a duelling tournament after all. And I simply love children, to teach them is merely an added bonus. So are you a werewolf or a vampire, Mister Potter?"

Harry almost laughed out loud at the insinuation that he was a vampire or a werewolf and said, a trace of mirth still in his voice; "The only thing I am is in love with a very special girl. Woman would be a better title for her… As for my allegiance and species, I'll have to say that I am loyal to myself and the Dark Countries for a certain extent. Fenrir is in Hogwarts at the moment, no doubt causing some trouble… They call me Infusco Necrotis, the greatest general to have ever commanded the Dark Army. Are you surprised, Filius?"

He addressed the man with his first name, knowing that there was nothing the man could do. The Duergar professor had stiffened once he had heard who Harry was. Infusco Necrotis was known as a man who was NOT to be crossed unless you wanted a swift death. To be in the same room with the one who had destroyed countless concentration camps in the war, was an honour and probably a death warrant if he ever angered the Dark General. "No milord... The fact that your duelling style is so refined made me think something amongst the lines of you maybe belonging to a Vampire clan or something like that…"

Harry laughed, the idea ridiculous in his mind. The idea that he was a mere vampiric child would send tears down his cheeks normally before he would kill the offending person for thinking that he was a vampiric child while laughing all the time...

"I think I'll need to go back now… Fenrir might be getting his mangy ass in trouble… I'll see you tomorrow Professor Flitwick…" Harry's form blurred as he stepped into the shadows and appeared outside of the door, looking at the wall after shadowporting rather easily, still kinda surprised that it actually worked. Now the only thing he would need to do was track down Fenrir and then he'd….

Something impacting against his side and making him collapse on the floor with the thing on his side made him draw a long curved dagger from his sleeves and point it at the attacking thing and he looked into the feral and wild eyes of the werewolf that was Fenrir Greyback. After some small debate and a hushed conversation Fenrir finally allowed Harry to go free, even after getting some werewolf slobber on his face as the aged werewolf acted just like a puppy, wanting vengeance for having lost a card game three weeks ago to Harry.

Harry wiped off some of the drool and mumbled something about putting the mangy dog down for good, Fenrir not responding to the small insult as it was rather common between them. They were friends and could take a few insults of each other.

Fenrir gave a rather animalistic growl, something which made Harry look up and become instantly aware of his surroundings. Years of having served in the war had made him aware of everything that would be going around him, knowing where the enemy was. He simply posed as a student getting back to his common room after serving detention, the Aurors not really paying much attention to him as he passed them, occupied with other things then a mere student, a dangerous one at that passing them by.

Harry could hear a frightened sound of a female and began to think where he had heard it before. He knew that the female must be someone he had met before since the vocal sounds seemed to match someone who had spoken to him some time ago. He looked at the surroundings, spotted a pair of Aurors standing against a wall, no other Aurors in the vicinity. Against the wall he could spot someone with black hair wearing a school uniform, of which the sound had come.

"Look Jerry, it's the Potter girl. Do ya recon we might be having some fun tonight?" the auror remarked to his buddy who leered at the attractive girl who was Harry's eldest sister and said: "Sure Jake. I might even marry her. I can imagine the headlines: Auror marries sister of Boy-Who-Lived! She'll be good for a fucking at least once. Come on girl, give us a good time and we won't hurt ya…" the Auror named Jake pushed her against the wall and began to fondle her breasts. The other auror, named Jerry began to undo his trousers, the lust clearly visible in his eyes.

Jezebel was looking at the men, Aurors who had sworn to protect this school, do something like this to her… she struggled but it was futile, the grip too strong. Was this how she would loose her virginity?

Harry looked at the spectacle, feeling the dark magic within him seethe at the sight, his body changing into the Lord of Destruction without any prompting form him, the wings ripping through his school uniform. His blood red eyes looked at them and his sharp teeth poking into his lip, drawing some blood from it. "Fenrir… kill one… rip him apart!"

His voice was deep and ominous and made the Auror's turn around. Jerry watched as the werewolf charged at him and leapt at him. He caught a brief flash of something which could only be described as coming from hell itself and then he landed on the floor with a loud thud. A scream ripped through the air as he could feel his throat forming the scream.

Jake looked at the werewolf who had tackled his fellow Auror to the ground. He looked at the man, no humanoid who looked at him with blood red eyes: "You made quite the mistake… Trying to rape my little sister… Now you will pay…" His voice tainted with the darkness that was eerily reminiscent of Lord Voldemort's Jake fired a killing curse at Harry which impacted with his chest. Harry simply laughed it off, like it was nothing to him. "You think that such a pathetic curse could even make me halt my pace, Mortal? I have transcended human limits, becoming a dark god amongst you, the High Heavens not even bringing a pause to my stride…" he looked and then a malicious cloud of energy started to form around Jake's feet, making the man try to stumble away. Harry grinned, showing off too many sharp teeth for the Auror's liking and then made a small movement.

The buzz of flies was everywhere and Jake could feel the flies on his body, crawling everywhere but he could not see them. He could hear the werewolf eating his comrade and could feel the flies beginning to feast on his flesh. A scream tripled from his throat the sound making the Lord of Destruction laugh as the conjured locust swarm was busy devouring the man from the outside.

The locusts were everywhere on Jake's body, devouring his flesh, eating his eyeballs while they still were in the sockets. The agonised screams were heard through the entire hallway, a spell keeping the sound from leaving the room. Harry grinned as he watched blood coming out of the wounds that the locusts had made and began to conjure up more locusts so that the grisly work would be done soon. He finished conjuring up a sizeable swarm and then began to slowly walk towards his little sister who stood there, paralysed as she watched the man become devoured by a swarm of conjured locusts.

She watched as the man screamed in pain one last time before succumbing to the wounds and slumping to the floor, dead as could be… she didn't scream, nor did she move. She watched the strange person who had been her brother only a scant minute away and looked into his merciless red eyes and hoped that he would leave her alone. The other Auror was dead, the werewolf or whatever it was having broken the neck.

"Are you frightened, Jezebel?" his voice seemed to soothe her, drawing her to him like a moth to a flame. She didn't know why she felt this way but she could somehow understand how her mother felt about her elder brother. He was of legal age to marry and would be able to do so once father would draw up a marriage contract with some unfortunate woman or he would ask a woman to marry him.

He reached out for her, looking at her ripped clothing, then beginning to manipulate the magic around him and fixed her clothes and said; "Come on, let's get you back to the common room, Fenrir, you follow… I will dispose of the bodies…"

Harry looked at the bodies, one with bones only remaining and one looking like it had been torn apart, nothing recognisable anymore and then began to chant an ancient banishing ritual which would banish the stuff to the closest area where it could be eaten by wild animals, in this case probably the Forbidden Forest since that was the closest to him.

Harry looked at Jezebel, then looked at Fenrir and conjured up a leash. "Fenrir, I'll put the leash on you so you look like a loveable pet… Jezebel, get ready to be carried…" he thought about the plan for a second, then knew that it wasn't going to work. It would simply cause too much suspicion. He looked at her body for a moment and said: "Fenrir, get home… I think you'll be pretty secure if you weren't caught by the Auror's stationed here in the time I was duelling professor Flitwick…"the werewolf gave a bark of agreement, then disappeared into a corridor, leaving brother and sister together, alone. Harry grabbed her body and hoisted her into the air, dispelling the silencing spell immediately and then began to run through the hallways, eventually running past a few sleepy Auror's whose eyes flew open at the sight of a supernatural creature running past them. Before they could draw their wands Harry was gone.

Harry stopped in front of the portrait of the Fat lady, his features having returned to normal. " What the hell have you been up to children? You should be in bed by now…"Jezebel gave the password and the Fat Lady swung open. Harry gently walked into the Common room, then sat down on a comfortable chair near the fire which was slowly dieing out and then he looked at his little sister, a small hint of uncomfortable air between them. "I'll just leave you to your own devices sis. You take care of yourself, okay?" the question made her eyes tear up. She wanted to hug him so badly that she could not hold back any longer. The stress of almost being raped was getting to her and she wasn't faring too well. She grabbed her big brother tightly and began to cry on his shoulders, sobs wracking her frame.

Harry couldn't be angry at his little sister even though he knew that if this got out he would be made a mockery off. He looked at his sister, then wrapped his hands around her, letting her allow the comfort of his presence. The dark and evil magical aura swept through the room, chilling everyone to the bone if they had stepped into the room, making him increase the comfort she felt.

They fell asleep on the chair, his frame covering hers protectively, making sure that no harm would come to her, allowing her to dream without any nightmares of what would have happened, exchanging memories between them due to Jezebels subconscious mind wanting to feel comfort, using a form of Legilmency to experience the memories.

Next chapter will feature Harry and Jezebel waking up to his little brother and Harry WON'T be pleased…

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