Lord of Destruction

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Paintings and Potters don't mix

A grin decorated his face as he watched how his mother levitated the painting of the Lord of Destruction towards the main hall, him having given her the honour of hanging it. The craftsmanship on it was truly exquisite, making it a true piece of art. He watched as she walked in front of him, showing every little curve on her body, making a certain thing in his pants rather excited as he watched her movements. He looked at the shapely rear and grinned as he looked at her and said.

" Try not to make the painting drop too much. The paint might fall off due to the magic still being somewhat instable. "

He watched as she nodded and then began to make sure that it was lifted horizontally, the painted surface upwards, then continued walking towards the main hall.

It was a strange sight to see, Harry and Lily Potter advancing, the first levitating a huge painting of some kind and Harry having a grin on his face like the cat ate the canary. He looked at the people he passed, noticing that some were order members who gave him a small frightened glance and his grin increased whenever he saw one of them look at him.

They got to the main hall, where there were currently two members of the Potter family, Eddie and Jezebel, currently wrapped up in an argument about something.

"I'm telling you, I don't want to see you snooping through my stuff, looking for something that you know I don't have."

She spoke looking at her little brother with her eyes slightly pointed downwards. "I was searching for a Death Eater mask. After all, Harry was Dark and he spent enough time with you to convert you to the Dark side. Now let me see where you've hidden that ugly mask."

"EDWARD POTTER! HOW DARE YOU ACCUSE YOUR SISTER OF BEING A DEATH EATER!"

Lily's voice rang through the room, making the two children look at her with a look of dread forming on their face.

"Mom!"

Both of them exclaimed at the same time, looking at the Potter Matriarch who looked at them, making the wand drop slightly, the anger making sure that the painting dropped. Harry's hand shot out and then caught the portrait, effortlessly lifting it with his strength being greater then a normal human's.

"Let's put it on the wall, next to dad's portrait."

He spoke, his voice being soft like it already was. A veiled threat within it even though nobody detected it. He grabbed the portrait, then with a wave of her wand, Lily lifted it and then put it against the wall, where Harry held it, until a sticking spell fastened it to the wall, making sure that it stuck there until it was unstuck.

The two Potter children looked at the art, Edward feeling revulsion at the sight of the pale skin which seemed to stand out. Jezebel looked at the painting and felt the sense of evil go through her, filling her with malicious energy, leftovers from the small fight she had with her younger brother. She looked at the painting., seeing the blood red eyes and then looking at the a small plaque, reading the words: Lord of Destruction.

She looked a the reactions of her son and daughter, hoping to see some small bit of admiration within their eyes for the piece of dark art. She saw that Edward didn't like it, but that Jezebel was captivated by it. She looked at the painting erhself, also noticing that a few of the Order members strayed into the room after the fighting between Eddie and Jezebel calmed down and hearing Lily reprimand them.

Nymphadora Tonks looked at the painting with a small amount of dread building in the pit of her stomach, then said in a voice which was a bit.

"Blimey, he's a handsome bugger. Who painted that guy?"

Her voice seemed to pull everyone out of a sort of trance, making them look at her like she were mad, then at the painting.

" I must admit that while it looks dark, it has a certain finesse to it. Was this made with the aid of a magical trance?"

Flitwick's voice was heard and Harry answered. "It was made by me, and yes, I was in a magical trance at that moment. I don't know what possessed me to do it, or give it that title… but it's the best thing we have to defeating the Lord of Destruction. This image was given to him by the magic which flows through us all, and it made me truly capture the essence of the man, the true ferocity which seemed to he within him at all times… funny it would have been about that dark and evil man, because I could swear that I would paint a landscape or something…"

Harry muttered, trying to act like he still was that damn light-sided, brainwashed child.

The Order members still looked at the painting of the Dark Lord of hell itself, a smile coming to someone's face as the man remarked that the lord of Destruction actually looked somewhat geeky.

Harry felt the blazing anger surge within him and for a moment he lost his control and a searing pillar of flames shot from the ground, the faint buzz of insects being heard in the room, the fire beginning to ensnare the Order member who had spoken and the man gave a squeal of terror as he was burned on one side, then the fire disappeared.

The order members had all turned towards the now badly burned order member and Lily remarked.

"Maybe that wasn't a good thing to say in the presence of the portrait…"

She looked at the portrait which had shifted, to grin with an utmost evil grin at the people watching it and Harry could not help but smile a bit.

"For such an evil creature, it sure has a way of hurting those that talk badly about it, doesn't it?"

Harry ignited the ground around him, black flames rising higher and higher around him, suddenly coming at him. The fire touched his skin and he winced as the heat made him cringe slightly, choosing not to activate his immunity to fire just yet.

A gust of magic shot from him, dispelling the flames, and he looked at the Order Members around his with his eyes closed.

"Seems like the Lord doesn't like to be facing with a bit of magic which he hates… oh well, let's get these treated. Medici nostrem."

He pointed his wand at the wound, watching how the magic seeped into his arm, healing the flesh at a staggering rate. Harry allowed a small smile to slip on his face, and then he saw his father enter the room.

James Potter entered the Main Hall, his mind wandering slightly as he looked around to see some Order members stand there, apparently looking at something or someone. He looked at the walls, taking notice of a new portrait having been added, the look making his eyes go wide as he stared at the visage of the lord of Destruction.

"WHO PUT UP THAT PAINTING?"

He yelled, looking at it as the Lord of Destruction on the painting looked back at him, unmoving.

Lily looked at her husband, her features cooling down to give him an almost unnoticeable glare, then said.

"I put it up after I watched it being made. Your own son made that, aren't you proud?"

Her tone was like ice, the woman looking at her husband with a slight frown on her face, the man looking at his wife with almost the same look on his face.

"Eddie painted that?"

Lily's eyes narrowed and she said. "No, Harry did sand I'm damn proud of him for doing that. He painted that thing alone with his magic to guide him, and look how detailed it is. At least we'll have a good chance to identify the Lord of Destruction if we ever see him. He is after all going to kill Edward, and possibly Harry too."

James looked at his eldest, a look of silent rage coming on his face. "Harry James Potter, why did you paint that? You know that that creature is responsible for the deaths of at least a thousand wizards in the Sin War."

Harry's eyes began to narrow, almost a complete copy of his mother's own look. They were both staring at James with some slight amount of anger, mixed with a lot of hatred for the man who would dare make sure they were vilified.

"Father, may I remind you that my magic drew this, and that I am in no way responsible. If you believe some prophecy about Edward being the Brother of Light, and me possible being the brother of Darkness, then why won't you just accept that there is no Light or Dark, that there is only power and those to weak to see it, like you."

James looked at his son and finally had enough of that attitude. "Harry James Potter, you will not talk to me in that way, in the house which still rightfully belongs to our family. I am your father, the least thing you could do is to show me respect."

Harry laughed at that, the sight of James being enraged was enough to make him laugh. "You were never my father. I remember being thrown out by those muggles that lily has to call relatives. I remember that Jack found me and raised me, along with prince kel'Zarath. After that it's all very blurry, but I know that I'm NOT the boy you make me out to be."

Harry's face had turned into a snarl., his eyes almost becoming a blood red, his anger overflowing his mental walls. He was tempted to just transform into the Lord of Destruction and just kill the entire room, then kill Edward.

James was stunned. (He's remembering? This isn't good; I must contact Albus at once.)

The man looked at his son as the child looked on his father and James drew his wand, pointing it at Harry, the Order members having cleared a path.

"Harry, please drop your wand. I'm going to fix you up a bit, so you will be normal once again…"

James looked at his eldest son's eyes, seeing the glint of steel within them. Harry looked at the man who had made sure that he was conceived and said.

"Going to obliviate me, James? If they hear about it, you'll be as good as dead… I remember being inducted into the council of Dark Creatures when I was 10… it was such a great deal for them, celebrating about it for three days, I partaking in it like a happy child for once. If I had stayed with you, I'd probably be shunned or something, just because Edward needed more attention then me, just because he is your precious Boy-Who-Lived or something because Voldemort has tried to mark him as his equal, or has he?"

Harry's face looked at his father's looking straight into the soul and Harry bent his head down low, looking at the polished floor, and smiled softly.

"Yes, I know about the prophecy James. Neither can live while the other survives… how ironic it would be that Voldemort is neither alive, nor dead. I know for a fact that his soul has been split in two, one part locked within the deepest bowels of hell itself. It is my gift to see the future, the past and all between." His voice took an airy tint to it. "Unlike that fraud Trelawney, I am certain that I know what's happening…. How did you think I was able to rise through the ranks so fast? It's a tough world, one where you have to kill to survive… I became the ultimate predator, killing and manipulating everyone and everything I came across…"

During his little rant, Dumbledore had arrived, looking at Harry with some worry in his eyes. (This isn't supposed to happen. The memory lock should still be in effect and shouldn't have broken down so fast. I must do something.)

"Harry, calm down. You said you had visions? Then tell us all about them…"

The old man's voice was soothing and Harry decided to humor the man a little and give his own version of a future to the man, then with a version which he though Edward's future would be.

"I saw a blackened Earth.., trees dead and dying, the humans enslaved, being forced to do depraved acts to survive… I see the Lord of Destruction sitting on a throne made from the purest black steel from the Hellforge, mixed with the pristine stone of the Throne of God. I see him look at the Demons which swarm around him, obliterates them with a mere wave of his hand. A woman steps forth, the catalyst of his rise… I can see that they love each other a lot, their emotion being for the world to see… I saw them take their clothes off and have sex on the throne, their cries of pleasure being heard throughout the area, but nobody is there to listen. The woman is clear to me that she is known, but when I see her face, all goes dark, and all that I remember is that she has something to do with the Brother of Light."

Here Harry halted, his mouth feeling dry, and he looked at his mother: "Could you give me something to drink, Mother? I am awfully thirsty." The Order members in the room, including the members of the potter family watched as Lily asked a house elf for a pitcher of water, from which Harry started to drink, then put it down and looked at the people assembled within the room. "I cannot say what the rest of the vision was…."

He looked at Dumbledore. "Then the other vision was something which made me very confused, since the blackened wasteland turned into lush green plains, and I saw people laughing and smiling at each other. I saw my brother stride to sit upon a throne, the rest of the family standing around him, mother having white wings which shone in the light." The aura Dumbledore emitted was really starting to make his head spin a lot as the man had come closer to him once he had started to talk. "I saw everyone there, but me. I heard him speak, about how he had put his brother to justice, and that he was glad that I had died to make this world a better world. I watched as he looked at the people, and showered them with power, keeping them happy in HIS might. I can feel a wave of nausea flow through me as he stared at his loyal subjects, then blesses them with eternal youth… I can feel the world crying out as the bastion of Light is placed there instead of Heaven. The vision faded after that." Harry looked at Dumbledore and he could clearly pick up what the man was thinking, something about that future being the one which was needed.

(Hmm the second future which Harry predicted seemed to be the better one, we cannot allow the Lord of Destruction to rule, he must be stopped. Harry stated that he didn't appear in the vision, so I'll ask him if he thinks he was killed.)

"Harry my boy, do you think you were killed by the Lord of Destruction?"

Harry looked at the old man, the man who had dared to ask about the second vision. "Professor Dumbledore, I don't have any idea if I am killed in that future but…" His face grimaced in pain, as something came to him, a real vision this time.

A new chapter finished…. I am quite evil for leaving you want the chapter, but I feel rather buried under the work load given to me by my teachers, and probably will only work on short projects during the time that I have free….

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