Lord of Destruction

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Out of the Frying pan

He looked at his little brother as he came at him, his eyes looking angrily at him. He felt amused that his brother would even think about attacking him. He looked at the surrounding students and found them all glaring at him and he could not help but smile a little bit. There was at least some bit of a deviant within him and that didn't seem to connect well with the bolsterous spirit that the Gryffindors seemed to possess also with the bravery and other things that Harry loathed in general it was a pretty irritating sight to be in Gryffindor Tower. How his family could stand living with the red and gold was beyond him…

He grabbed his brothers robes and moving with grace and speed which was inhuman to the eyes of everybody witnessing the spectacle. Edward Potter was lifted, twisted around and thrown into the air by Harry, only to collide with the wall with a dull thud after sailing through the common room.

"Never presume to think that you actually can hurt me, Edward… you might be my little brother and might think you possess a whole deal of power but in reality you are inferior to me…" He turned around to look at Professor McGonagall and said.

"What do you wish with me, Professor? Are you mad that I just taught my little brother a lesson in manners? Or are you here to quell this insurgence against the rules?" Her mouth was set in a way that made Harry smile, the grim look making his heart beat faster, the thrill to kill welling up once again. He looked at the woman and said. "Are you going to tell me what you want with me or are you to remain standing there, a remnant of an ancient civilisation… "

His tone was mocking and her lips tightened as he had spoken and simply spoke with a flat voice, devoid of any emotions.

"The Headmaster wants to see you, Mister Potter."

Harry looked at the woman and tilted his head to the left, a gesture that he often did to annoy people. It actually came to him that this woman was loyal to Dumbledore through and through and it made him want to kill her so badly for siding with the old man. Lord Voldemort at least acted on his destructive impulses and killed the muggles before their taint could spread over magic in general…

"Which one? My brother or me?" He grinned as he saw the look of irritation increase in her eyes and she said.

"You, the elder… the Headmaster wants to talk to you about certain elements which have to be taken care of if you want to study here, since you missed at least 6 years of classes…"

She grinned to herself mentally, knowing that there would be something to tame this rebellious child and she added.

"Detention for fighting with your brother, mister Potter. Mister Weasley, Miss Granger get mister Potter to the Hospital wing while I go and bring mister Potter to the Headmaster."

No further words needed to be spoken as everyone knew which Potter the woman was addressing. Harry himself didn't mind detention as long as it was satisfying his curiosity about some of the habits of the teachers. He knew that Filius was a Duergar so it would pose no problem if he were to give detention to him.

McGonagall led him through the castle, passing numerous students on their way to the Great Hall, intent on an early breakfast since it didn't start until 8:00 and it was still around 7:00 when they arrived at the Headmaster's office, the Gargoyle being moved aside by the password which had been "Lemon Drops" for this day or week. Harry didn't care about it in the least. He moved his feet in a walking pace in which he ascended the stairs, making progress over the staircase a slow one, something which the professor who led him towards his destination had noticed.

"Mister Potter I implore you to make some haste. The Headmaster probably would be irritated if you came in late…"

Harry walked into the office, taking note of all the silvery instruments which sat on the surroundings. He looked at the old man, taking note of the beard and the twinkling blue eyes and automatically occluded his mind, making it blank to everyone who would dare venture inside, a nasty mental trap being laid there with mental images of the agony that he had once inflicted upon poor innocent souls coupled with the pain and loathing for humanity and the feelings that flowed through him. If the Headmaster were so stupid as to take a look around in his mind that would be the end of the man's sanity… on the other hand it would make him a suspect in that case and since his record wasn't extremely clean he would still easily be recognised as the General by some rogue werewolves who had helped the Ministry by identifying several lesser Lords of the factions that composed the Dark Nation…

"Harry, come and sit down please. There is something that your father wants to talk to you about…"

The old man pointed towards a chair which stood next to the desk that the Professor was sitting at. Harry looked at the old man and then noticed his father who seemed to be smiling about something…

"Hello Harry…"

James Potter looked at his eldest son and he didn't know how to make the words come out of his mouth. Those green eyes were looking at him, a coldness within them that even made him pause, like an icy lake had suddenly swallowed him into its depths and never waned to let go of him, keeping him in an icy embrace, entombed forever with no release… Harry's face was like ice, cold and uncaring to everybody who gazed upon it, a measure born from necessity as it was usual for interrogators to know how to keep an icy face on while torturing, to not let an enemy see their emotions, from fear to anger or to hatred, all would need to be washed away before the goal could be had…

"Father…what is it you wish to say?"

His tone was as frosty as his expression, the demeanour making a spark of defiance well up in James and the man looked at his son and said.

"Harry, please listen to what I have to say. This is Order business and I must ask you to never tell anyone of this except those that are in the family or other Order members."

Harry knew that there had to be something connected to all this. He didn't even want to think about some things that could be used by that old man to get whatever the old man wanted which was in this case probably the complete eradication of the dark side, something which Harry was against and always would since he essentially led the Dark Side.

James turned to his son, suddenly getting the feeling that Harry was not going to like this and he shivered involuntarily at the thought of facing a pissed off Harry.

"Harry, you do know about the Order of the Phoenix and their allies, do you?"

He hoped that the boy did know enough or otherwise he would have to explain it all to the boy and that would waste some valuable time.

Harry was getting impatient and it showed in his posture as he was starting to move around a bit, wanting to make sure that at least something happened.

"I know some information about the ranks and purpose of the vigilante group known as the Order of the Phoenix. There are several ranks according to my sources which tell me that the Headmaster leads the entire organisation, coupled with the fact that you and Professor McGonagall as well as Sirius are the Lieutenants." Harry paused for a moment to let his words sink in and then continued to speak, his voice still clear. "The purpose of the faction known as the order of the Phoenix is total eradication of the Dark, something which is remarkably hard to do even though some of the members seem to possess an almost fanatical devotion to the Light. There are certain rumours regarding several lower ranking officers, with Severus Snape being one of them being a particularly recent rumour…"

He looked at the two men who were looking at him, a thoughtful look on Dumbledore's face and James Potter was currently looking at his eldest son and said.

"Where did you get that information?" At that question Harry simply smiled and said. "One knows how to build a good network of spies and other things if one just lives on the street for one ear. Ezekiel taught me how to refine my network into something which could face any threat and still get the information to me. I've become rather good at managing my people, having eventually managed to get several of them within the Death Eater ranks."

Those were the words that made Dumbledore look up and said. "That's wonderful news Harry. The Order could really use this information… Could you tell us who exactly your spies with the Death Eaters are?"

Harry simply grinned a particularly devilish grin and said. "Nope… you can't because I know that you would get them killed and if I revealed their identities to you, you would probably want to defend them and then get them killed once that Dark lord finally scans their minds and knows that they are spies for you. No way that I'm telling you anything about them..."

Harry's tone held a core of resolve and not even James could muster the courage to command Harry to give the names. He had a sense that he would end up on the wrong side of a wand if that happened.

"Well then you know of our importance to the world, young Harry. In these difficult times, the Order finds itself in some nasty situations and that's why I am extending a membership to the Order to you. The Light can always get more people to defend it. Do you accept, Harry James Potter, to the membership of the Order of the Phoenix?"

The old man waited until Harry's green eyes reached his before awaiting Harry's answer: "No…"

Dumbledore seemed almost surprised at the answer and then sighed like the old man that he really was and then said.

"Well then. James why don't you explain the manner of business to your son."

The old man clearly wanted to have some time to recover from the answer and perhaps to plot a new strategy to get the eldest Potter child and the Heir to the Line of Potter under his influence.

"Harry, there is something I need to tell you… I have been away to some of the Scottish clans in the neighbourhood on a mission from the Order and I have managed to get them to sign a truce with us, as long as a certain agreement is made between me and one of their clans."

James swallowed, knowing that his son wouldn't like this part of the story. Harry seemed more alert to him, maybe even knowing of what was going to happen or something like that.

Harry looked at the man who he had to call father and said. "What kind of agreement?" His voice could have shattered a frozen lake from the amount of frost in it. James honestly didn't know that his son could be this cold so he just managed to speak loud enough to be heard by Harry, his tone softer then before.

"Your hand in marriage to a girl of one of their clans which only produces female sorceresses."

The answer was small and to the point. Harry could feel his blood beginning to rage once again and he could feel his eyes wanting to turn red and to just eradicate the two mortals in the room. At the moment he could only keep back the murderous rage at this newest act of stupidity of his father and then he could feel the old man beginning to probe his mind and he looked straight into those blue eyes and sent such a horrible vision of torture that Dumbledore recoiled in horror, a smirk coming on Harry's face.

"What!" His exclamation was a near whisper but it was clearly heard by the occupants of the room. "You think you could give me to some little broad? If you really wanted to get me killed then you could just have thrown an AK at me and be done with it." His wand went towards his head, Harry fully intent on killing himself at the moment. This was very bad if he was engaged to some Scottish girl. Not only would his position in human society be exposed immediately thanks to the marriage bond which would allow the groom and the bride to look into whatever secrets the others mind held and there was no way that she would leave the information that he had enough power to level this entire world within her own mind. The marriage bond would override every shield that he had carefully crafted over the years, but there was no stopping it. His father still held a small amount of power over him as head of the potter family.

"Avada Keda--" His wand was jerked from his grasp and the deadly magic wasn't released. Dumbledore had accioed his wand to him and was now looking at it and said.

"You should be honoured to marry someone for the sake of the Light, Harry. It is a great honour of marrying someone for the betterment of the world…"

Harry's eyes were a true reflection of how he felt; they were filled with rage and madness that threatened to spring out and choke you. Harry looked at the old man, then slowly began to rise and said.

"Al right… I will meet with her but on all accounts I do NOT wish to have a marriage bond with her. It would be an invasion of privacy to allow one and I do have a great deal of support within the Dark Nation. You might have another was against the Dark Creatures to add up to your plate if you decide to violate my privacy."

Harry was not in the position to attack but he knew how to make a retreat as stylish as possible. James looked to his son with a frown on his face, not trusting his son one bit.

"You would have to have a high rank in the military to have gained that support…"

Harry looked at his father and said. "There are some factors which contribute to my fame, thanks to Ezekiel taking care of me and then getting me in contact with the Vampire Lord and eventually making some of them care about me enough, not to mention having quite the fanclub amongst the vampire girls…"

A brief laugh was the follow-up and Harry could see the gear s twisting in Dumbledore's mind and he said.

"Harry why don't you ask the Lords to come to the Light? That way they won't join Lord Voldemort and the Light would eventually win…"

Harry stood up and said. "You shouldn't approach the Lords themselves, that is only the task of Lord Infusco Necrotis. He takes all the relevant decisions for the Lords, from war tactics to other related issues. In all essences he's the man to talk to if you want to negotiate with the Lords about a peace treaty… but before you go asking me to set up an audience with Lord Infusco take careful note of this… he hates when wizards come close to him… that hate stemmed from the fact that he was abandoned by an old student that you once favoured…"

A small grin was on his face and he said. "Well, which broad have you selected for me to marry? I won't go along with it but at least allow me to know what kind of magic she commands…"

He looked at his father who gave him a sheepish look and said. "She's one of their clan's representatives amongst a sect of magi in the Far East. She's been selected due to her clan elder having need of her to marry."

Harry looked at the man with a look on his face that said You gotta be kidding me. He had an inkling of a feeling that something very important would happen in the next few hours. He glared at his father for even thinking about attempting to marry him out to some skank and then when Dumbledore got a hold of a piece of rope, he made a portkey and handed it to Harry and James and Harry could feel anger blossoming within his chest the moment that he touched the rope and waited a few seconds before the felt the portkey activating, taking him to a house in the Scottish Highlands.

His first thought was. Damn… its one of them!

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