A/N: Thanks again to all of my reviewers!

I find that watching scenes form The Dark Knight where the Joker is helps with writing this story. Just thought I'd put that out there.

WARNINGS: See Prologue

"Dialogue"

"Parseltongue"

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter 3

Comedy looked upon the man who they had just finished with. Then, he howled, his roaring laugh filling the ballroom.

When Comedy had calmed, eyes still glinting in amusement, and grin still present, he said to the group, "Let this be your warning. I can restrain myself, but you have seen how much I enjoy sadism. I would love for one of you to become my toy, but, if you are nice, I won't force it upon you."

Then, Comedy turned on his heel and skipped from the room, shoes clicking on the tiled floor, leaving footprints wet from the nearly dead man's blood in his wake.

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Later that night, Fred and George found Tragedy wandering about the Manor. They walked up to him and bared their right arms. "We want a mark," they said.

Tragedy looked up at them, the same melancholy frown still in place. He saw the demented hope glistening in their eyes, and sighed. "It's alright, I suppose." He grabbed their right forearms, one in each hand, and, as the frown warped into a grin, whispered, "Rictus et nubis*".

On their arms, scarred comedy and tragedy masks, the same ones they had carved into their latest toy, appeared, etched in silver ink that glistened in the firelight.

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Comedy was wandering about the halls, smiling and thinking about how they had just marked their henchmen.

He suddenly came across a very…beautiful man.

He walked up to him. "Well, hello, beautiful. Just who might you be?"

Barty looked up at Comedy. He knew that this man was once Harry Potter, but it seemed as though his stay in Azkaban had change him dramatically. He was no longer his lord's enemy.

Barty had always thought that Harry had a sort of beauty in him, and he was even planning to ask his lord for Harry as a reward if his lord decided not to kill the boy. Barty would've had someone train the boy into a dominant lover and a sadist, because Barty was a sub and a masochist (why else would he have joined Voldemort's ranks and taken his punishments so happily). Then, they would've embarked on an interesting relationship.

Now that his lord had apparently decided not to kill Potter, Barty was happy. And Barty thought that the face paint, scars and new personality were all turn-ons. He hoped that he wasn't reading too much into Potter…no, Comedy's "beautiful" comment. "Who, me?" he asked, even though there was no one else around for Comedy to be referring to.

"Yes, you. What is a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?"

"Just helping my lord bring about the fall of the light. Why?"

"How about I whisk you away from here to be mine?" Comedy asked, smiling as if in a daze.

Barty smirked. "No can do, handsome. I have work to do." And he sauntered off, not missing how Comedy's eyes had widened in shock when Barty had called him handsome.

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Tragedy was now at the forefront. He was wandering around the Manor, again, his real lips not pulled into a frown, the closest he ever got to a smile. He was…content with his encounter with Barty, thinking of ways to make the pretty man his.

Suddenly, he realized he had a façade to keep up with the light. He used the marks on his henchmen to summon them. A second later, identical CRACK!'s could be heard from Apparition. He held out his pocket watch, waited for the twins to grab hold, and whispered "Portus" once again.

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That night, dinner was a somber affair, with just the Weasleys and Harry. No one commented on Ron's absence, they just assumed he had gone to his room to brood.

Tragedy slept in the spare bed in Ron's room that night.

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The next day, Tragedy and the twins left for Gringott's. They Portkeyed straight through the wards, but none of the goblins looked surprised at the appearance of three weird people in their lobby. The trio walked up to the goblin teller at the front of the room and greeted him in the traditional goblin manner. This is what shocked the goblins.

"I would appreciate an audience with Griphook," said Tragedy after the goblins had resumed working.

The teller nodded and summoned a younger goblin. They conversed in Gobbledygook before the younger goblin beckoned Tragedy and the twins to follow and walked off at a break-neck pace.

They walked for a few minutes before reaching a single oak door with a black plaque that had Griphook engraved on it.

The younger goblin shooed them inside before shutting the door audibly behind them. "You've changed since that day nearly eighteen years ago," they heard from the other end of the room. The office they were in was Spartan, black floor and walls, with an oak desk and three chairs in front of it. In the larger chair behind the desk sat Griphook. "I presume you are here to claim your titles as lord of your houses?"

Tragedy nodded.

"Well, then. If you are indeed who you say you are, then I will let you. First, though, I need seven drops of blood on this parchment," said Griphook, setting a thick piece of black parchment on the table with a silver dagger. Tragedy sliced his palm and allowed seven drops to fall onto the page.

Script the same as Tragedy's handwriting spread across the page, and he hissed slightly as it listed his birth name.

Names: Comedy and Tragedy

Birth Name: Harry James Potter

Heir to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Potter

Heir to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black

Heir to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Peverell

It went on to list how much money he owned, what was in his vaults and which estates were his.

Griphook nodded. "Well, then," he looked at Tragedy's face and guessed which name to use, "Tragedy, you may claim the Potter and Peverell lordships, though not the Black one, as Lord Black is still alive."

Tragedy nodded.

After lots of paperwork and the receiving of the rings, Tragedy asked Griphook a question. "Is it possible for me to change the names of the Houses I am lord of?"

"It is uncommon, but it is possible."

"Then I would like the House of Potter changed to the House of Comedy and the House of Peverell changed to the House of Tragedy."

Griphook nodded and they spent the next couple hours filling out forms and drawing the new crests. The House of Comedy crest was the comedy mask that Comedy had carved on the Death Eater the previous day, and the House of Tragedy crest was the tragedy mask that Tragedy had carved into their human canvas the previous day.

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Later that day, the twins and Comedy were walking down Knockturn Alley, Comedy barely restraining himself from skipping in his tap shoes. They stopped at a pet shop that had caught their eyes in passing.

Inside was a variety of creatures, all of them Dark in some way. Fred and George were eyeing twin wolves, one black with white eyes, which would be George's, and the other white with black eyes, for Fred. Comedy saw this and paid the shopkeeper for them.

As Comedy walked around the store, two animals caught his eye. One would be perfect for himself, and the other for his brother. The one that would be for Comedy was a white hyena with black spots, its mouth currently open in a silent cackle. The other, for Tragedy, was a large black raven, who had a few white feathers on its wings. Comedy walked up to the shopkeeper and paid for these, too.

They left the store and had the raven, which Tragedy had named Frown, fly to the Burrow, while the twins, the wolves, who the twins had named for their eye color: Black and White, Comedy and Grin, the hyena, portkeyed there.

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They appeared in the twins' room just in time to hear Molly call for supper. After Tragedy came to the forefront, not wanting to give Comedy away yet, the trio wandered down the stairs and into the dining room, where the majority of the Order was waiting. Everyone shivered at Harry's new appearance. They felt guilt at their betrayal of the young boy, and for what he had become.

Dinner was eaten in relative silence, everyone coming to terms with the new Harry.

When the meal was finished, Albus asked everyone to assemble in the living room for a meeting.

They discuss normal business for a while, then moving on to the information on Voldemort that Severus had gathered, and finally Albus asked Tragedy to come forward.

Tragedy stood in front of the assembled Order members, taking in their shivers with pleasure. Then, he began. "You betrayed me and sentenced me to hell on Earth. It was horrible for a while, until I realized the truth. No one ever cared. To them, I was just a tool to be discarded when I wasn't needed. Even to my godfather and pseudo-godfather," he added, glaring at Remus and Sirius, "I was just a means to an end, meant to be thrown away when I was no longer needed. So, I thank you. For showing me that. I only wish you would've told me rather than throwing me to the wolves, as it were. I have only two rules. Follow them and I will get along fine with most of you. One: Don't call me by my old name. When you see me, either call me Tragedy, or by my brother's name, if he's in control." Several people frowned in confusion at this statement. "Two: Don't. Touch. Me. EVER. Now, one last reminder before I let my brother speak to you: if you stand in my way, you will fall. That is a promise."

Then, Tragedy's thin lips curled into a manic grin, as did the black paint. This was scarier to some than Tragedy's frown. "Hello. I am Comedy, Tragedy's brother." Then, Harry's MPD dawned on most of the assembled people. "I just want to reinforce the second rule. Touch me and you will lose whatever you touch me with," he said with a bright smile, like one you would see on a toddler on Christmas morning after seeing the gigantic mound of presents laid out for them.

Then, Comedy sent out a small burst of magic, calling Frown and Grin to him. Fred and George followed suit. When they each had a hand on their familiars, or, in Frown's case, a shoulder under them, Comedy pulled out his pocket watch. "Goodbye," he said cheerily after the twins had grabbed on, and they disappeared with a whispered "Portus".

Just as they left, a small piece of thick black parchment, which Albus could tell had several protection charms on it, fluttered out of Comedy's vest and onto the ground. After checking it for hexes, jinxes and curses, Albus picked it up and looked at it. On one side, in blood-red ink, were the Comedy and Tragedy masks, only, these were full of scars, and the grin on the Comedy mask was toothy and feral.

On the other side, it read Comedy, Tragedy, Yin and Yang can be found at The Theatre, Number 7 Fabula** Lane, Little Hangleton.

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For all translations, I use Google Translate, so please forgive the horrible inaccuracy.

*grin and frown

**play (as in a theatrical piece)

A/N: Just so there's no confusion, neither Comedy nor Tragedy support the dark, but they don't support the light, either. They are indifferent as to who wins, just as long as they can have their fun torturing and killing, and playing with their betrayers.

So, I am currently being badgered by a very persistent plot bunny, so I will be figuring out that plot for a few days, so I don't know when the next update will be.