Author's Notes: This is my first fanfiction. I've had numerous ideas for Harry Potter fanfictions, and this one has been on the forefront on my mind. I have numerous ideas for this story, and it seems to be shaping up to be a mixture of crack elements and serious elements.
The main thing that drove me to create this was the severe lack of good Dark Lord Harry fics. I don't mean Dark!Harry fics, those are plentiful, I mean fics where Harry is straight up a Dark Lord (Like Voldemort or Grindelwald).
I hope that people enjoy this! Please feel free to give any comments, questions, or critique in any reviews.
Thank you!
*Additional Note* - The M Rating is for mature themes, violence, torture, suicidal thoughts, attempted suicide, etc. This work isn't Explicit.
Prologue – Roar of the Phoenix
The sky was nearly cloudless, and the sun was shining brightly down onto the earth. The cold winds of winter had finally dispersed, giving way to blooming flowers and trees as the mountains moved onto springtime. The creatures of the forest, both frightful and friendly, welcomed the new warmth as a herald to greater days ahead.
It was truly a beautiful, most gorgeous day… if it wasn't for the multi-colored spells permeating the air, the boulders smashing craters into the earth courtesy of the giants, the dragons spewing flame onto the countryside, or the metallic constructs shredding through the hordes of werewolves and acromantula.
Just to name a few.
The mountains of Scotland were currently host to a war zone. Wizards, goblins, werewolves, vampires, demons (and demonesses, oh my!), giants, dragons, and many other beings were in a free-for-all covered in blood, dust, and tears. Even the muggle armies participated.
At the center of the conflict was the millennia's old fortress, which currently acted as the headquarters of this age's Dark Lord. Only twenty years ago there was another battle waged here in the name of the previous Dark Lord.
What was his name again? Lord Moldevort?
Whatever, that's ancient history.
To think that it was only two decades ago that the Wizarding World was breathing a collective sigh of relief for finally having some fucking normalcy.
Seriously, the 20th Century may have well been the Dark Lord Century™ given the number of dark wizards with delusions of grandeur. First there was Grindelwald, then there was The Jackass (don't ask, it's not fit for human consumption), and finally there was Voldetute.
Honestly, wizards across the globe just hoped that peace could last at least two decades this time.
Lo and behold, two years after the fall of Voldylocks there came a new Dark Lord in town. A mysterious cloaked renegade, quoted as having "luscious orbs as green as the killing curse" – local fanfiction writer. He quickly made a reputation for himself by casting a flaming symbol of a black phoenix over the corpses of his victims.
The first to go was the Senior Undersecretary of the Minister of Magic. It was truly a shame, aside from the abhorrent usage of pink clothing she was really a sweet toad. Next came the passage of many respected members of the Wizengamot. Honestly, Lords Nott, Malfoy, Parkinson and the rest of them really didn't deserve to burn in agony under the torrents of Fiendfyre.
(This, of course, neglects the signs, albeit hidden due to the condition of the corpses, of the Cruciatus Curse)
It only escalated from there. Many respected members of Wizarding Britain began to drop like flies. They were progressively brutalized in more and more creative and, dare I say it, humorous ways.
(I mean, honestly. Killing former-Minister Fudge by transfiguring him into fudge and then feeding his chocolatey head to a hippogriff was inspired)
It didn't take long for any iconography of phoenixes, particularly black ones, to be banned. Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes in particular had to shelf numerous items bearing the symbol of the Black Phoenix.
(It was almost as if they supported him, as if!)
Eventually, The Daily Prophet termed the new Dark Lord the Black Phoenix and warned the masses of his terror.
But then… Double Whammy! There was a new Dark Lady!
The Black Swan, as she was dubbed, accompanied the Black Phoenix on his numerous, horrifying, awe-inspiring (in the worst way) misdeeds.
By Merlin, they set up a charity fund for Mudbloods!
For shame.
After a few years of abject terror, Wizarding Britain fell into a sort of equilibrium. The Black Phoenix and his followers (oh no! he has followers now!) did a thing every now and then. Nobody really understood what the Black Swan did with her free time, but it was guaranteed to be scary.
And then, the unthinkable happened.
The Black Phoenix went on a world tour. Like a band!
what the hell
Over the course of five or so years, the Black Phoenix made some friends, amigos (there's a difference, dammit!), and enemies.
Oh… so many enemies.
There was that incident in Jerusalem, with him being proclaimed Prince of Zion (it was an accident!). There was that scandal involving the princesses of three warring tribes in Africa (the Black Swan was not amused), which somehow escalated the war between them even more.
Then there was 2008.
We don't talk about 2008.
When the Black Phoenix says he made an enemy of all of America that year…
He means All of America.
As in North and South.
Finally, he returned home to Britain, and found that the years without him allowed the country to fall into old practices.
Well, this will not do.
This will not do, at all.
Goddammit, the Black Phoenix had a child nearing the age for Hogwarts! It was his fatherly duty to prepare the world for the shitstorm that was about to descend upon them.
And what a shitstorm it was.
It seemed that in his absence, a prospective dark wizard was looking to usurp the Black Phoenix of his throne. He really made life difficult for the Dark Lord and his supporters. He had to go.
There was some fighting involved, nothing major. They just called it the 3rd Wizarding War; it wasn't anything special.
Although, during the squabbles the Black Phoenix uncovered a mole in his inner circle.
Too bad his identity was revealed to the world.
Oh well, at least his body made a good bonfire.
Suffice to say, when the time came, the Black Phoenix's child going to Hogwarts was… an interesting experience.
An experience that would have to be repeated in two years because he was a busy man.
Some years passed. Blah blah blah. Dark Lords of other nations made alliances with eachother. Knack knack knack. They petitioned the ICW to formally declare war against him and him specifically.
To repeat, The Dark Lord Alliance (DLA) declared war on the Black Phoenix specifically.
And the ICW granted it!
Aren't there laws against this?
Whatever, too late now.
The joint DLA and ICW war machine geared up for an invasion of the British Isles, eventually reaching shore for the Battle of London in 2016, blatantly disregarding the Statute of Secrecy, as muggle Britain became an unwitting ally in repelling the wizarding forces.
You know you've achieved your dreams in life when the ICW is willing to destroy the Statute of Secrecy because they're annoyed by you.
(Although that whole debacle at Mount Rushmore may have beaten them to the punch)
Eventually, muggle authorities across the globe got dragged into the conflict, which eventually became known as World War 3 (what an original name). Although it was known as the War of Dark Lords in wizarding communities.
One may ask, 'wad about da nukes?'
Fear not! For wizards had at least enough sense to place themselves in key positions to make sure no nukes were set off (never mind that they're on the payroll of the Black Phoenix. You know, covering all of his bases).
Finally, after two years of fighting, the DLA (as the ICW was all but gone at this point) made a final push into the headquarters of the Black Phoenix.
Which is where we are today.
Standing atop the battlements of Hogwarts, suspended on an island held up by four spikes protruding from the earth, stood the Black Phoenix.
Beneath his invisibility cloak, emerald eyes surveyed the battle below, noting the hordes of wizards, magical creatures, and muggles alike. On his finger lay a black ring with the Peverall coat of arms. Finally, held loosely in his right hand was the Elder Wand, the final gift of three given by the Spirit of Death to his ancestors.
The three hallows carried a legend for the one who wielded them all, though he cared not for it. In many ways he tried to run from it, but in the end, he couldn't. There was no escaping his fate.
In a rare moment of solemnity for the man, he reflected upon all of the titles he had been given in life.
The-Boy-Who-Lived. The Heir of Slytherin. The Chosen One. The-Man-Who-Conquered. The Prince of Zion. The Scourge of Rushmore. The Herald of Fate.
The Black Phoenix.
The Master of Death.
With all these titles, though, there was one name that he still held dear to him. On the inside, even through everything, he was still…
"Harry?"
Harry Potter turned around and saw his wife standing in the archway of the Astronomy Tower. Her dirty blonde hair dropping to the waist in an almost ethereal embrace. She was his Black Swan. And he was her Black Phoenix.
"Luna… I think it's time"
She smiled sadly at those words, but she made no objection. He had run away from his duty long enough. He had his fun in the world, carved in burning letters his name into the surface of the earth. But now, it had all caught up to him.
He alone, even with all his might, would not be successful if he were to go to battle.
Only as the Master of his Destiny could he hope to achieve victory on this day.
This was the day that Harry Potter, the Black Phoenix, would meet his Destiny.
For his Destiny was mounted in Death.
Raising the Wand of Destiny in his hand, he stabbed it into the heavens, and called upon the ancient deity.
He waited.
And it answered.
The sky, once clear, darkened as the sun was eclipsed in darkness. Clouds of crimson red swirled above, rolling with holy lighting as the maw of the inferno crashed down and swallowed the Dark Lord.
And the world stopped… and held their breath.
Until, stepping out of the inferno, now baked as black as the reaches of the void, was a man possessed. Eyes once green now glowed white. Once jet-black hair now laced with fine hairs of silver.
Stepping onto the edge, The Master of Death, the Black Phoenix Reborn, gazed down upon the battlefield, and smirked.
Raising his wand, he brought forth the fire of the void, forming it into his most recognizable icon.
A Phoenix.
On blazing wings of hellish glory, The Black Phoenix descended upon the earth and roared.
Author's Notes: Thank you for reading!
Updates will likely be fairly slow, as I'm primarily focusing on school and other projects. I plan on creating another chapter sometime in early December and would like to get in at least two chapters that month.
In terms of the timeline, the War of Dark Lords started in late summer of 2016 and persisted to the spring of 2018, which is when Hogwarts was invaded by the DLA. The next chapter will start sometime shortly after Voldemort's defeat in 1998 and will chronicle the rise of Harry as a Dark Lord.
This work was inspired by:
"The Sum of Their Parts" by holdmybeer - s/11858167/1/The-Sum-of-Their-Parts
"dead things" by EclipseWing - /works/15695769
Please read these works, as they are very good Dark Lord Harry fics!