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Champion of a Dark God Chapter 2: The Bringer of Change is born.Harry swore with words he hadn't even imagined existed before he pledged himself to Tzeentch when he woke up. His head felt like it was being smashed apart from the inside by a Goblin mining crew.
It was only now he realized that he was being dragged by two heavily muscled men with dark beards and large axes at their sides. The leader of the small group was wearing what seemed like sturdy leather armour, while the rest of the men had some thick furs draped over their naked torso's.
"You can let go of me now, I am well enough to walk on my own", Harry or Arkhan as he was now said in perfect norse language, 'complete with dialect' he added for himself. The men almost dropped him by the shock, before their leader gathered his wits for a reply.
"YOU are going nowhere lad, the only place you are going to is before our chieftain Varduk to be questioned of why you are here. After all it is not everyday that a person bearing the mark of one of the Gods fall into our lap, and never before has a lad as young as you ever received a mark", he barked at Harry.
Harry sighed, but he realized that even with the few things he could remember from the knowledge Tzeentch had given him, that he was no match against four marauders in a fight, and he was currently too exhausted to use magic to deal with them as well, so resigning to his fate Harry chose to study the village and the persons he was dragged past.
It was strange really. The city had the banners of Tzeentch standing outside the great hall, yet from what Harry could see there was only those who followed Chaos in it's pure and undiluted form living here, in other words the leader here was most likely a strong supporter in Chaos undivided, rather than follow a particular goal. 'So why the hell is there no banners or something else depicting the true colours of this village', Harry wondered.
His musings however was brought to an end when he was suddenly thrown to the ground before a large throne with a large man in intimidating black Chaos Armour, adorned with lines of silver and gold, a large flowing red cape with a heavy white fur on top was thrown around his shoulders, with a broad shield with the star of Chaos depicted with gold stood against his left side. Beside his right hand a helmet with large spiky horns on was standing innocently, and strapped at his waist Harry could see the handle and cross-guard of what had to be an impressive blade.
His face was drawn back in a scowl, and his dark musky skin was adorned with scars, and Harry could see his left eye missing behind it's empty socket, all in all he was a powerful champion who few dared to challenge.
When Harry was thrown at his feet his scowl deepened. "What is the meaning of this Malek, why are you throwing a little whelp before my feet", he bellowed at the man who had been the leader of the small group who had captured Harry.
"My lord, we found him on our way back towards the village, he carries the mark of Tzeentch, and so w-I presumed you would want to see him", he covered up quickly.
Varduk looked stonily at Malek for a few seconds before his voice came at like a small hiss. "You dared to presume, you shall not presume anything Malek Darkblood, merely perform your duties like I have commanded you to, and those duties include killing all unwelcome guests, but since you felt so knowledgeable about my wishes it shall be YOU who shall duel him tomorrow, that is how you shall redeem yourself, but if you loose the whelp here shall be allowed to stay, presuming he join me of course", he spat the last part towards Harry who had used the moment to regain his footing.
Harry looked unemotionally into Varduk's one eye, an unsettling brown filled with hate met Harry's stone cold emerald green. "It shall be as you command chieftain", Harry nodded at Varduk, "and I thank you for the honour you give me" he finished. Varduk nodded grimly at Harry, "so the whelp has some manners, very well a servant shall lead you to a spare room, after that you shall choose your equipment for the morrow's duel, food shall be given before the day is out", at his wave a middle aged man scampered forward, bowing and scraping worse than a house elf to Harry.
As he was leading Harry away, Harry could not help being incredibly thankful to his new patron, as the knowledge he had given him, made him more sure on himself on how to act and speak, and the ability to protect his mind was also a most welcome gift, especially considering on how dangerous the magic Harry would learn could be, if it was miscast.
Feeling a warmth embracing him Harry relaxed again, apparently his patron was looking over him more than he had originally expected. "Here is your room sir", whimpered the servant who had led Harry, and by taking in the man's accent Harry would guess that the man had once been a Brettonnian, but sometime during his life taken prisoner and kept as a slave.
Harry for his part simply nodded his thanks before entering the room. He would have liked to help the fellow out, but doing so in a nest of some of the fiercest warriors alive was not exactly Harry's idea of gaining their trust, beside Harry's Gryffindor nobility would only go so far before his Slytherin side kicked in and told him to give a flying fuck to his stupid ideas. Grinning to himself at the thought of telling Voldemort to fuck off he looked at his room.
It was simple, a small bed with furs to sleep in, along with a small wooden rack to hang his clothes as well as a chest at the end of the bed to hold any personal items. Shrugging to himself Harry tried to shift through some of the knowledge Tzeentch had given him. One thing was for sure, that even though Tzeentch had used some handy magic to strengthen Harry's body a bit he would still need to work out, so with that in mind Harry started doing basic training exercises he could remember having to perform in school before Hogwarts.
Six hours later Harry was exhausted, actually he was more than exhausted, he had driven himself for seven hours straight, a very hard ordeal for someone not used to heavy exercise, however he knew he would get a good night sleep at least.
Just as he was getting ready for bed a knock came at the door, before a broad-chested Marauder stepped through. "Follow me lad, we're going to the armoury to get your gear". Groaning at the thought of walking Harry followed the man through the torch lit corridors.
After a few moments Harry stood in awe at the room he was in. It was filled to the brim with all kinds of weapons and armour. Jumping into action Harry started to peruse the piles of weapons first.
When taking into the consideration that he could hardly wield a weapon (sure he knew the theory thanks to his dark patron, but he lacked experience), Harry decided that he needed something that could give him an advantage. First he saw a nice sword, of a good three feet long, with a simple cross-guard and a handle that allowed him to wield it with one or both hands. Grabbing it Harry looked over the others there.
The heavy maces, flails and axes were out of the questions, as were the halberds and giant claymores he saw, however one thing caught his eye, a deadly whip of dark leather (Harry would later learn that it was made from the skin of a great Chaos Dragon), with a series of nasty spikes at the four feet at the tip, was hanging coiled on a hanger.
Smirking on the thought of what Hermione would have said if Harry had ever told her that he intended to use a whip on another person, Harry took it off the shelf. Smiling when he felt the soft but firm handle on the end of the whip Harry hung it in his belt.
When it came to armour Harry chose a leather west with chain mail rings fitted into it, along with a scabbard to go with his sword. He deselected to use a shield as well as a helmet, opting instead for a pair of hard iron boots and greaves along with a some sturdy shoulder guards. With his selective gear finished Harry walked back to his room, to familiarize himself a bit with his new weapons.
It seemed that Tzeentch also knew a hell of a lot magic that was used from where and more importantly when Harry came from, and he had seen fit to give Harry as much knowledge as he could, and so it was a grinning Harry Potter who sat on his bed with wand in hand, murmuring spells to imbue his weapons with.
The following morning Harry was rudely awaken by a pair of Marauders noisily banging his door down, telling him to get ready.
Muttering insults at them Harry dressed up in his gear, before he was grabbed by the arms and led out of the village.
It seemed as though every inhabitant of the large village had shown up, and they stood in a circle around what Harry could see as a natural cauldron in the otherwise rocky area. Down in the pit Harry could see his opponent standing ready, a large axe in his hands, along with a sword in his belt and a broad round shield with a central protruding spike on it. As opposed to Harry he was wearing leather greaves and shoes, along with a horned steel helmet, ankle shins, steel shoulder guards and bracers, and a fur cape.
Gulping slightly Harry stepped into the pit, before emptying his minds as best he could of all emotion, instead concentrating on the here and now. It was a few seconds later before the harsh voice of Varduk rang through the crowd.
"Today we have a duel, Malek Darkblood, as price for failing in his duties will have to change a newcomer named Arkhan for his continued place in the tribe, the victor shall be given permission to stay and gets to keep all belongings of the loser, only with the death of your opponent will you be victorious", he yelled, "FIGHT WHENEVER YOU ARE READY", he finished.
Malek smirked, immediately starting his advance towards Harry, believing he was in for a quick victory, he changed his opinion however when a barbed whip that seemed to be engulfed in ethereal blue, green and violet flames missed him by inches, and with a shudder he saw that the head sized rock the whip had hit, seemed to have cracked and was currently falling apart into smaller pieces.
Snarling he ran as fast as he could towards Harry, avoiding the snapping magical whip. With a roar of frustration and pain he threw away his now useless shield which had blocked Harry's latest attempt of killing him.
Harry cursed Malek, how in the nine levels of hell could such a huge man (6 feet tall at least) be so damn fast and agile. With a growl Harry hung the whip back into his belt, inwardly grinning like a Cheshire cat at the damage the whip had done.
All it had taken were a few nasty charms, such as the strengthening charm, which would make the force the whip hit with amplify by ten, the great success however were the magical fire spells that only those with the mark of Tzeentch could use. With a slight modification to it, Harry had managed to bind the power of the Red fire of Tzeentch into the whip itself, which would deal out some serious magical damage should it hit, and with a finishing touch of a colour change to it he had been ready to deal out punishment
With the whip safely in his belt, Harry drew his sword, keeping it in a firm two-handed grip. As Malek swung his axe with unprecedented speed, Harry barely managed to get up a block. The force of the hit however rattled his very bones, and Harry was unable to counter with an offensive retaliation.
Swinging around, Malek brought his axe horizontally, intending to separate Harry's torso from his legs, imagine his surprise when Harry instead of falling in two different directions, was thrown away from Malek.
It was in moments like these that Harry loved magic. The unbreakable charm which would last for a few weeks Harry had put on his leather cuirass had done it's job, however the force of the hit would also leave a hell of a bruise. Narrowly avoiding the next downward chop that would have lobbed his head off, Harry swung at Malek's axe, cutting the head off from the handle.
Malek cursed as his axe was cut in half. Throwing the handle away he drew his sword, jumping backwards from a stab that would have gutted him like a fish. The next strike from Harry was parried and Malek retaliated by sweeping Harry's sword to the side, before he rammed his sword forward with as much force as possible, intending to stab his sword through Harry's heart.
To his great horror the sword splintered with a terrible clang, and he looked dumbly at the sword, which had previously been a hefty four foot five, stood now only at a measly one and a half. He was brought back to reality when Harry's next strike tore the remaining part of the sword from his hand, and he cried out in pain when the reversal strike, drew a deep gash across his right thigh.
Stumbling away towards where the remains of his sword, he failed to notice Harry sheathing his blade, before almost lovingly drawing his infernal whip.
Felling a bit disgusted over his excitement Harry drew the whip back, before snapping it forward, and to his immense pleasure (and small amount of dread) it wrapped itself tightly around Malek's neck.
Malek whose hand had been inches from his broken sword, heard a loud snap, before a horrible stinging sensation came to his neck. With dread he realized that Harry had managed to wrap his whip around his head. Desperately praying to the Gods to spare his life, he started screaming as the fiery energy of the whip started to tear into him. It was pain so terrible, it filled him up, burning his entire body, ripping his nerves and muscles to shreds, before he felt a great yank and all went dark.
Harry had stared in morbid fascination as the energy of the whip started to tear into his opponent, and only after the terrible screams from his opponent did Harry realize what was going on. Judging from the screams the pain was probably equal if not worse than the cruciatus, so to spare him of more torment, Harry yanked back on his whip as hard he could, and completely severed Malek Darkblade's burning head from it's body.
The crowd who had watched in fascination at the duel roared out their approval of the victor, before moving in to congratulate him. After many claps on the back on a lot of handshakes and greetings Varduk stood before Harry, and the crowd silenced immediately.
"That was a good fight lad, you truly are a warrior, tonight you shall spend the night in your new house, doing whatever you wish, and tomorrow there shall be a feast in the hall where you shall be indoctrined and swear your fealty to me. Now if I'm not mistaken there should be some company waiting for you in your new home", at Harry's confused look, he laughed haughtily, "Malek's daughter has yet to reach maturity and is now your possession, your price if you will, you may do as you wish with her", with another laugh and a slap on Harry's back he walked away. Taking the crowd with him.
After a few minutes in silence Harry had accepted what he had done. 'Hell, it was me or him, and after all of these years of being used as a fucking weapon I should be allowed to take my anger out on someone, and I must see if that new girl of mine is any good…after all a bloke should start learning somewhere, and I'd rather do badly in bed with her, instead of someone I genuinely like' with a last sigh Harry walked into the village, and after getting some directions he found what was to be his new home 'for now' he added.
It was a nice enough place, a living area with an adjourning kitchen, two bedrooms, and a small outhouse to do his 'necessities'. The rooms themselves were not overly furnished, a few trophies hanging here and there, a small collection of axes, a few chairs and a large wooden table, and lastly the girl.
As Harry looked at her, his heart seemed to be stuck in her throat. She was, beautiful, or as Seamus had said on a number of times: DROP DEAD GORGEOUS.
She wore some dark modest clothing that if anything did nothing to hide her delicate curves, especially not her mouth watering chest area. She had quite fair skin that looked almost as smooth as silk, long dark hair that was almost black in delicate curls down to the mid of her back, along with ice blue eyes that seemed to take you in, as well as a killer arse.
Harry gulped, he had to change his plans, he would not force this one into doing anything, he still had morals to live by (mostly), but he would definitely do everything he could to get this girl to like him.
"S-So what's your name", Harry blushed. Dark God or no Dark God watching over him, his shyness with girls would still need to be dealt with manually. Cursing his reaction to girls in general Harry desperately tried to ignore the fact that his bloodstream was sending a large quantity of blood to his nether regions.
The girl looked sadly at Harry for a moment before she looked him in the eye. "It's Serina, daughter of Malek Darkblade", she said automatically, before she realized to severity of her situation, and she broke down in sobs.
Harry cursed the Dursley's and Albus Dumbledore for what seemed like the umpteenth time in his life, their treatment against him was what had brought forth his insecurity with girls, and he had no idea on how to deal with a crying girl. After a quick debate with himself, Harry brushed away all feelings of unease as he grabbed her softly by the chin and forced her to look him in the face.
"For all it is worth, I am sorry for your fathers death, but it was him or me, and so the best man won in the end", Harry told her softly. "I ended it before he felt too much pain at least, and"…here he paused for a second before continuing. "I realize that you belong to me now, however I have no wish to treat you like a slave, nor take advantage over you. You shall be allowed to continue to sue your room and your possessions, you can visit your friends or whatever you like, if you inform me where you are going, and if it is not too much to ask eat dinner with me every day", he finished.
She looked disbelievingly at him for a second, before she threw her arms around him, "thank you thank you thank you", she stuttered as more tears spilled forth, "you have no idea what this means for me".
Thoroughly confused Harry managed to pry the girl of his neck. "It is nothing, we may serve the Dark Gods, but we are still humans in the end, and I do not believe in slavery", he said.
Serina smiled shyly at him before smiling. "Yet most men in our village are no more than common barbarians, I thank you Arkhan, I shall have dinner ready by dusk every day", she curtsied, before she turned around and walked to her room, unconsciously swinging her hips in a manner that once again left Harry with blood flow issues. 'Girls gonna be the death of me some day. Wonder how old she is tough, can't be that much older than me', with similar thoughts like that Harry made his way into his new bedroom, and after casting a privacy charm around his bed, he fell asleep, having nothing but pleasant dreams about a dark hared blue eyed beauty, doing things that would have made him blush furiously a few weeks earlier.
AN: No this will not turn into a romance story. Some romance will be there of course, but it will not be everything in it, and it is nice to see that even in the cold and cruel north people can still have feelings. Any questions post them in the reviews and I'll answer them as best I can. Thanks for the support guys, you are amazing. Read and Review guys, give me suggestions on things you would like and I'll see if I can't ind a way to incorporate it.