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I'm soooo sorry that this took so long to get out. I had the next part typed up, but we got a completely new PC, for $380. I had thought that I had transferred the next chapter to my Yahoo account, But I didn't. So I had to completely re-type it all. But even though I hated it, I think this version is better. So it wasn't a total loss.
The first half of Road to Insanity is up. I'm not sure when the next half will be up though, I'm still working on it.
I hope you enjoy Chapter Six.
Warning: This is a Dark Harry fic so if you don't like, then don't read.
I don't own Harry Potter, I do own everything about the Shadows. There will be no pairings, at all.
"Talking"
"Speaking in Shadows"
News Article
Chapter Six
Deaths at the World Cup
A day ago tragedy hit the Quidditch World Cup. Over twenty muggles dead, it was assumed at first to be the work of Death Eaters when the Dark Mark was seen in the sky, until a black cat was spotted prancing around the bodies of recently killed muggles. Has Shadow truly returned? Or is it the work of a copy cat? This reporter hopes not, for the sake of the wizarding world.
Article by: Tiama Young
"Mudbloods, so easily forgotten," Harry said, with a smile on his face.
"What do you plan to do with the witch?" Rashika asked. He looked thoughtful,
"I am unsure as of yet. She was an unexpected occurrence."
"So you will let your puppets have her then?"
Harry shook his head. "No, she could be useful, it would be a waste to give her up."
"She's strong willed, she would never give into you."
"I know, which is why I asked Rabastan to look into it for me."
"Speaking of which, he was looking for you earlier." Harry nodded and began to walk out. Rashika followed behind. "Are you worried?"
"Worried?" He mused.
"About the battle that will surly come? And what will happen when you-"
Harry cut her off, "Rashika, I'm fine, the battle won't happen for a while, and I have no worries about what will happen after I-"
"Harry!" Rabastan called. "I've been looking for you." Rashika disappeared from sight.
"What?" Harry asked.
"It's done." He said.
Harry nodded, and turned around. "Follow me." He trailed behind Harry as he went into the room the shadow master had just came out of. He shut the doors behind him. "So you finally finished the potion?"
Rabastan nodded as he pulled out a mud-like potion. "It's basically the same, except it lasts forever, until the antidote is given. It also allows you to change into anything, it's not limited to humans."
Harry took the phial from him. "You've outdone yourself. Are you sure it's ready? I don't need it to mess up when the time comes."
Once again, he nodded. "I've tested it over a dozen times, it's flawless."
"You must be running low of test subjects, do you want He to fetch you more?" At Rabastan's nod, Harry sent He on his way. "They will be delivered to your holding cell soon. How is the other coming along?"
He sighed. "Slow, but faster than I had anticipated. I still have a lot of bugs to work out."
"What happens?"
"For some of them their minds practically die, others go completely insane, or animalistic, some go into a coma-like state, they won't respond to anything."
"Did you write down what potion made their mind die?" Harry asked.
He smirked. "Of course, I have it already perfected," He pulled out a clear phial. "It's odourless and tasteless. And only takes an hour to work, I also came up with the antidote, and a spell to identify it too. We wouldn't want our own potions to work against us. And the best part for last, there aren't any symptoms."
"You're a genius, Rabastan." He said as he took the other phial.
"Potions always was my best subject. Rivaled only to Severus himself."
"Is there a way to bend the mindless to my will?'
"I was working on that too. It kept destroying the host. It's taking longer than the other potion."
Harry nodded. "Perfect the other first, come back to that one. It will be useful later, I have no use of it now. Any other potions I should know about?"
He shook his head. "Just those. When will your plan be put into effect?"
"As soon as everything is ready."
*Time Skip*
Harry silently growled, as his cousin started to get on his nerves for the second time that day. The boy just wouldn't stop whining. Every time it was something new, he wanted more food, he wanted more games. "That's it," Harry hissed. "She, come here."
A woman walked out of the shadows. "What does master wish?"
"The youngest human pig downstairs is annoying me, fix it." Harry demanded.
"Of course master! It will be She's pleasure!" She stepped back into the shadows, soon, screams came from down stairs, following by a gurgling noise. She had come back through the shadows holding a pink bloody thing in her hand. "May She keep mortal's tongue?"
Harry waved his hand showing he didn't care. She had pulled out a long string from somewhere and made a necklace out of it. She had disappeared again.
Someone was thundering up the stairs and pounding on Harry's door. "What did you do to my son!?"
Harry wrenched the door open, his eyes blazing red, slowly blackening. "I've given your family a lot of leeway, for some unknown reason, I have, but if this continues Dursley, I will not hesitate in killing you in the most painful way imaginable, my puppets will look like bliss compared to me. Now. Leave. Me. Alone." He slammed the door in his face, a satisfying crack sounded, his nose had been broken.
*In Azkaban*
A figure dressed in a shredded straitjacket appeared in Harry's old cell. "It seems my little slave is gone," it's voice rasped. A cackle sound from down the corridor, in a flash the figure was upon her. He held her up against the wall. "I want to know what happened to the child in the cell down from here, where did he go?" His voice mixed with his present growl.
Even though he was choking her she managed to get out, "itty bitty Potter's gone! They took him away, he was released! And I wanted to make him scream too."
"He is mine, I am the only one who can make him scream," in anger he threw her at the wall and vanished again. The child will be his.
*Time Skip, At Hogwarts*
"Welcome to another year at Hogwarts!" Came the voice of Dumbledore. "Sadly one of our students will not be joining us at this time, a moment of silence in respect for Hermione Granger, hopefully she will return soon and unharmed."
Harry had the sudden urge to laugh, but fought it off. The Slytherins had snickered quietly, almost all the Gryffindors -and some Hufflepuffs- had glared at them. Ron Weasley and some other boy, -Harry didn't know who- had held Justin down from attacking the Slytherin side of the room. Harry had personally wanted to see his brother fight, he could have used a laugh.
"Now with present and much happier news, Hogwarts will be host to the Triwizard cup this year." The houses started to talk loudly. "Students from Beauxbatons and Drumstrang will be attending our school and participating-one champion from each school who's over seventeen, will be chosen. The champion who wins will be given one thousand galleons as a prize." There were protests of outrage when he mentioned the age limit, but he continued on. "The two schools will be joining us within the month."
End of Chapter Six
