Lord of Destruction
Disclaimer: I don't own Succubae… although I would like to do them once, no strings attached and without losing my soul, something which would sadden a great amount of people… by not updating anything due to being dead… I also don't own Harry Potter… but only this story's Harry is mine…
Memories of the past
She looked at her master, her luscious form looking like it was ready for a good fuck, and wanting to get it from him. His breath seemed to stop, his eyes glued to her form. She looked at him and then whispered in a husky voice.
"I know you want this, darling…"
He stood there frozen as this luscious creature of darkness sauntered over to him and her wings unwrapped, releasing her generous bust into the view of him, her breasts swinging a few times before his attention was drawn to her face, on which a grin was placed and he spoke in nearly a whisper:
"You shan't claim me, creature of darkness…"
He drew his wand and then sent a mildly powered reducto at the Succubus, whose face he till didn't recognise.
She looked at the reductor curse and then batted it away, looking at her love's face and saying.
"Harry? Why are you acting this way?"
Took a good look at his face and could sense some of his unshielded thoughts, like his mental shielding had been disabled by something since it normally wasn't this open…
(Creature of darkness! must destroy the darkness!)
Those were the main thoughts going through his mind and she recoiled in horror as she saw his wand once again pointed at her and a mildly powered curse once again flew out of it, a stunner this time. He was clearly intent on surrendering her to the Light and allowing her to be turned back into the person who she had been before her transformation and then be put on trial and given the Kiss.
She was confused, he didn't need to be acting this way. "Please turn back to normal, Harry. You aren't like this…"
She began to charge up for a magical spell of seduction in which she would be able to approach Harry who would be dazed for the duration. She finished the spell by speaking the last part of the incantation and then making sure that it would all work out. She looked as it took effect and Harry froze in his tracks, a small bit of drool coming out of his mouth as the pleasure senses were all activated at once, creating a daze in which he didn't ejaculate but stayed in some sort of emotional freeze.
She calmly walked towards him and pressed her curves against his, looking him deep in the eyes and kissing him on his lips, making her magic take a root within his heart, then willing it to turn as black as it had been. She could sense that there was a change within him, a deep fundamental change which would turn him back. She left with a small bell-like sound, almost like ti had all been a dream. Harry sank to the floor, only to wonder where he had been and what he had done to become so strange in his stomach.
"Father, could you please tell me something about your work as an Auror?"
He was highly polite and his father answered withy some small amount of pride within his voice. "Well there are several things I could tell you… have you heard about the battle near…"
The man went on about the tactical manoeuvres they had done against the Death Eaters, and the strategic planning that had went with it.
Sirius came by, and started telling about the war within the Dark Countries;. "And then there was this general of them, the one called Infusco Necrotis… that man was literally insane with the way he handled his troops. It was like he was possessed." Sirius made a disapproving gesture by wrinkling his nose. "The sheer brutality of him still amazes me to this day. The way he seemed to command his enemies, like telling them to focus on a certain person and then laughing as that person was overwhelmed. I watched him fight against three aurors once and he survived with not so much as a scratch on him. It was then that he shot me with some sort of weapon, I was found a few hours later, the only survivor." Sirius his eyes darkened for a moment and then brightened as a smile came on his face. "Harry, would you like to become an Auror? I could pull some strings to get you enlisted as a rookie Auror." Sirius looked at his godsons face, looking for any dark emotion but found none. "I'd love to. Can you make sure that I get to kill some of the dark scum? "
Sirius was rather pleased with the attitude against the dark creatures which Harry had developed
(Dumbledore has done a really good job with that behaviour altering spell.) He thought and looked at his godson once again, hoping to see more improvement soon.
"Would you like something to drink, Sirius?"
James asked and looked at his best friend who smiled and said. "I'd love to James, but I'm still wanted at home, and you know how much she hates it when I come home drunk…"
James gave a laugh as he knew that Sirius his wife would have his head if he came home drunk or smelling like alcohol. He absently watched how his oldest daughter gave his eldest son a look which was uncomprehending and said. "Jezebel, is something bothering you?"
She looked at her father who had just asked her if something was bothering her. "Yes actually there is something bothering me. It's the cramps I get when I have my period dad, so don't bug me!" She answered fiercely, making the man shrink back slightly and then immediately shut up as a woman on her period was as dangerous as a shark in a swimming pool. Jezebel looked at her father for a moment, then sat down on Harry's lap and said. "Would you like to help me with something Harry? I've been wanting to wear something nice for a function we all need to attend, so I've selected a nice dress and I want at least one guy to check it out, and since you are such a ladies man, you'll fit the bill… so will you?" She gave him a pleading look and he gave in, looking at his dad for support but found none.
"Whipped by your own daughter and wife… how low you have sunken James." Sirius commented, only to duck under a mild stunning curse sent by Lily who commented.
"Don't talk about us like that Sirius or I'll make sure that Jessica will punish you…"
Lily's eyes seemed to have a weird look within them, like they were harder, colder to James then ever before, Sirius also cowering under the gaze.
Harry looked at the female on his lap and said; "Let's see that dress of yours, Jezebel… I'll need to threaten the guy who will accompany you to it though… It's what big brothers do…"
He grinned at her and she got up, looking at him and then leading him to her room, to let him see the dress where she had been talking about.
Twenty minutes later Harry came out, looking at the wall as he groaned at having to look at his sister undress in front of his eyes and watch her put on the dress so slow that he could see the clock ticking… he didn't know why she did it but something stirred beneath his memory, something which made him want to discover what it was.
He asked the House elves to give him a painting set, for he felt artistic at the moment and he began to immerse himself within the magical feeling that he conjured up, and began to paint something which came to mind.
With ordered strokes, he began to paint on the canvas, closing his eyes as he did to immerse himself within the magical flows. The brush flew over the canvas, streaking a new colour with whatever he wished. The magic controlled the paint, and Harry drew whatever was on his mind.
When he opened his eyes he looked at the painting which made him feel a hint of shock within his eyes.
It was Hell. Writhing flames could be seen in the fiery pits which made normal fires look like a candle. People were being tortured by grotesque creatures, looking at their victims with glee within their eyes. He looked at the demons as they were depicted devouring a young man whose agonised face was clearly distinguishable. And the thing which dominated it all was a massive throne, in the middle of the painting, a dark figure upon it shrouded in a hadows in the room which was so bright with fire. Two burning red eyes could be seen staring at everyone who dared to look at that imposing figure.
Harry shivered and mumbled. "An evil painting… I don't think dad would like to see it… but this was what my magic let me draw… let's start on another one…"
With a flourish of his hand the canvas was placed on the side, levitating by his magic and will alone.
The act of wandless magic startled him. "Did I really do that?"
A flash of memory came to him, of a dark room with several dark elves within it, teaching him the basics of it, and him surprising them by making the magic throw them back with a gesture. The cold look on his face froze him and the memory faded and he dismissed it as nothing.
"Oh well lets start again."
He picked up the brush again and then began to paint once again, letting the magic to do the job.
Lily Potter wanted to know what her eldest son as doing. She heard some soft humming come from one room, and then entered it in hopes of finding her son. She looked as he was enthralled by making a painting through his magic, in a manner which she had never seen before. His aura was almost completely dark, with a few specks of light within it, signifying Eddie's influence on it, at least on a conscious level.
She took a seat on a conjured chair and then watched as the painting began to form itself; the streaks of colour began to form a nice shape. The shape turned into something which looked somewhat like a human. Then the details were added slowly, the paintbrush going slower then normal, and a faint sheen of sweat was seen on Harry's face as he began to change the details to fit his magic's idea of perfect.'
When she saw the completed work, she couldn't hold back a gasp of surprise at the thing which was depicted.
Harry opened his eyes to look at his creation and then could feel memories returning to him at a pace which made his eyes dazed and unfocused as his mind reprocessed it all and a burning hatred for Dumbledore sprang alive once again. He looked at the painting, a picture of him and Lily, Lily and him being naked and into an embrace, with large bat like wings growing from his back, and sticking out behind him in a display which made them look ragged and corrupted, while his body looked like a dark shadow given flesh.
Her skin was pristine and white, her red hair contrasting with the pale skin perfectly. Her lily-white wings looked divine, and the way she was embracing him left no doubt that it was a passionate relationship they were engaged in, a relationship which looked wrong in every aspect. Him, the Demon with Her, the Angel.
Both of them could only look at the painting, then look at each other, and he said. "Do you like it, Mother? It's grand isn't it? The memory spell has failed the old fool not being powerful enough to seal the memories from my mind…"
He gave her a smile which was frightening to her as his teeth were longer then she thought them to be giving him the image of a vampire.
She looked at him in shock. (Dumbledore has failed… I knew that there wasn't enough power behind it to fully seal the memories away from him. Damn how am I going to make sure that he won't hurt anyone of the family…)
She thought about it, Harry's smile widening and he said. "You look so pretty, mother, so delicate in the way you are portrayed there… look at the painting, and know my feelings. I love you, mom, I love you with my entire heart…" He gave her a weary look and then continued: "This heart beats for you, and will protect you with all that I have, even if it kills me…" He sighed deeply, then said. "Go on, slap me, insult me, do whatever you want." With a wave of his hand he conjured up a dagger. "Come on, kill me mother… kill me for thinking such thoughts about you…" She looked at him, her eldest son and then sighed and looked at the dagger that was now resting in the air in front of her and she said.
"What has caused you to feel this way, Harry?"
He looked at her and smiled sadly. "The moment you came into the bar, I knew that there was something special about you. I could sense the way that you moved, the manner in which you would speak before you would have spoken. The first comment I made about you was to Ezekiel, I told him I'd love to spend the night with you…" He gave her a sad smile, then sighed and said. "Do you like the painting I made? I can make more, just wait a few minutes… and if you want to kill me, just use Avada Kedavra…" He felt the will to live burn within him, and he knew that there wouldn't be much to do that would make it ever blink out of existence. He looked at his mother, then sighed and said. "Just do it…" he turned towards the canvas, grabbing the brush once again and bringing it against the canvas, letting the feeling of his magic fill his being once again.
She looked at her son as he was painting something, looking at him after he had confessed to her.
(I can't kill him, he's my son and I love him, maybe not in the way he wants me to…But is James really better then him? "That man always just says the wrong things, and doesn't understand me in the least… Harry is at least willing to offer an ear to listen and a shoulder to cry on if I need it…. If I would need to choose between my son and James, I'd pick Harry above that louse. He's too full of Edward so he doesn't pay any attention to me anymore. If he loves Edward so much, why won't he just marry the kid?)
"Harry, I won't kill you…" She looked at him, slightly ashamed that she found him to be better then her own husband.
He looked at the painting as a blurry shape began to take shape, looking like hell itself. The shapes began to focus until one figure stood on a background which was writhing black flames.
Blood red eyes looked at the person looking at the painting, a grin with teeth which looked to be razor-sharp, and splattered with blood. A maniacal look was on the face, looking at everyone who passed, a deep bloodlust simply radiating from it. The clothing which he wore seemed to be made of leather, flaming shoulders accentuating his image. The pale flesh which was visible could be seen littered with veins which pumped blood through the body.
"It's beautiful…"
He heard from behind him and looked at his mother who looked at the self portrait with her eyes slightly unfocused as she looked at the beauty of the dark one, the Lord of Destruction.
"Yes it is…" He answered breathlessly. "Can I hang this in the main hall?" She asked, looking at him with her eyes pleadingly. She didn't know what possessed her to want to hang such a dark piece of art in the gallery at the main hall, but she could feel that there was a part of Harry's talent laid within it, allowing him to paint it in such a way that it seemed alive.
"Just led me add a good frame to it and you can hag it wherever you want…. Mom, thanks for sparing my life…"
He looked at the painting, then exerted some power and a beautifully crafted frame began to materialise around it, consisting of gold elements tinged with some sort of black material which looked like Obsidian. She gasped as the painting came alive, looking at her, the lips curling in a smile, which actually frightened her.
She didn't know it, but at that moment, the wings she bore when fully transformed, were now having black tips, a sign of the corruption which was seeping through her body.
Lily and Harry are about to hang the painting in the next chapter. Watch James his reaction as they hang the painting in the main hall, in full view of anyone who comes to visit. Harry's darkened view will spread….
Can't tell much more because that would be telling….
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