Summary: When the road you're on is already in the verge of crumbling, you could either choose to foolishly continue onward, or turn back and change paths. Harry decided on the latter. MoD!Harry

Pairings: Older Harry/Voldemort, other side pairings

Warning: AU, Time-Travel, Universe Hopping, New Identity, Slash (this means Boy/Boy), MasterOfDeath!Harry, Killings/Torture

Disclaimer: If I were the author of Harry Potter, Dumbies would have chocked on a Lemon Drop and drop dead, not AK-ed. So no, I do not own Harry Potter.

"Speaking"

"Parseltongue"

'Mental telepathy'

"Spells"

Writing

Chapter 5: Snakes and Therapy

1964
Location: Knockturn Alley

It has been a tiring year since he had started teaching in Hogwarts. Many of the students had doubts about his skills and knowledge when he first started to teach them. He was nineteen and the youngest Professor to ever been hired into Hogwarts. Of course they were worried, especially the fifth and seventh years. But soon they began to soften and treat him like any other Professor.

He was not really worried about gaining their approval, time was on his side and he was planning on sticking long enough to witness Voldemort's rise and fall. Also, he was very tempted to let it all play out until Quirrell comes into picture. He wanted the stone so badly, since even with all the knowledge he had gained, Flamel never left any notes behind for him to study or make a new one.

On another note, Marcaunon was slightly worried about his physical appearance. His body would not grow older than it already is and he would be stuck at the constant age of teenhood. It was hard enough to pass as someone in their twenties, and he was highly insulted when Ginny had pointed out he looked more like a sixteen year old boy than a thirty year old man back then. Curse the Dursleys. Oh yes he would curse them to hell and back for their constant period of starvation.

Anyway, he digressed… His mind would always wonder off topic at random moments…

People would ask questions as to why he was not aging, and he didn't want to be experimented on Unspeakables. Once was more than enough. There was of course the simple solution of using glamours, but the Headmaster had asked –demanded– him to stick to his current ones and prevent from adding any more.

Marcaunon had found out quite literally that Dumbie's lenses have anti-glamour charms placed on them, similar to Moody's eye but less powerful and unable to detect polyjuice. He was able to use his silver tongue against the Headmaster, lying that he was ashamed of his scars, to allow them to be covered, but that was all.

So no, he could not apply glamours to help him age physically. He could of course cook up a story about his genes being awesome and all since Marchosias would stop aging as well –though he was unsure when.

Moving on from his appearance, he had a few run ins with his Slytherins, since he was originally from Hufflepuff. It only lasted a day before he stormed into their common room and let loose all his magic on them. The snakes were brought to their knees –quite literally– and not one person had questioned him after that. There were looks of awe, respect and fear, but mostly they had a good student-teacher relationship.

All in all, he thought highly of his work. But as much as he enjoys teaching and guiding children to their full potential, he had countless sleepless nights due to this job. Ever since his physical body had reached four summers, Marcaunon had hated all type of paperwork.

He had blessed whoever created the almighty Pepperup potion after a week of all-nighters. Sometimes he wondered why he assigned homework to those ungrateful brats he called students. All he received back from them were unidentified scribbles. Majority of their handwriting were worse than chicken scratches, and he had forced them all into detention just to teach them how to properly use a quill –especially the Mudbloods.

After Dumb-ass-whore found out what he was making the students do in detention, he had created a Calligraphy Club with Marcaunon as the person in charge –not by choice mind you. His workload was too much even for him and he sometimes asked (read: begged) his faithful servant to substitute for him (all hail glamours) whilst he try to gain some shut eye.

His days would usual consist of teaching incautious students how to not blow up a cauldron in the mornings, a few breaks in between for some grub, and sitting in the library at the afternoon as students tend to search him out to ask some potion questions –especially the fifth and seventh years.

Those are only for his day time. On evenings, he would patrol the dungeons until midnight, before heading back to his chambers and making teaching plans for the next day –let us not forget about grading essays from all his yearly students. Deathfiles soon came afterwards and if a lot of people died that day, he would be up until breakfast. He would be lucky if less than a thousand died for a day. Unlikely, but one could only hope.

Marcaunon's only free day was on Sundays, since club activities are on Saturday and there were too many students so he had to split them into four different time slots to even the group. This took the whole of his Saturday and he bemoaned at the loss of one of his rest-day.

He was now on his way to finding a pet shop since he felt bad for neglecting his adorable boy. With his filled schedule, he only had one out of seven days to be with Marchosias. He made absolute sure that he would be there with his little one every Sunday, no matter what.

Marcaunon didn't want their relationship to suffer so he always tried hard to find time to sit down and talk for a minimum of half an hour daily. Sometimes he was too busy and tend to unintentionally ignore his Chaos even when his little one tried to gain his attention.

A pet, or familiar would keep his boy company whilst Marcaunon was busy and he could see that Marchosias was getting lonely –even if he tried hard to conceal it, a mother knows best. Being the caring person he is, he told Death to keep his little one company whilst he went out to find a smart snake for Marchosias to have an intellectual conversation with.

He stopped in front of a shop that sells animals, not bothering to look at the name –Wizards have no sense in naming– and walked in. The sales girl greeted him with enthusiasm and he raised a brow at her. Knockturn shops tend to have a policy of sneering at customers as their service.

"Good day sir. What sort would you be… interested in?" She winked and leered at Marcaunon, her eyes roaming his body in an onceover.

He nodded his head as a greeting and waved her off. He was not staying in her presence any longer. Whilst he made his way towards the back of the store, he felt eyes on his ass. He was tempted to gouge her eyes out but refrained. He had grown to be a better person in his age.

… Who was he kidding, he would gouge her eyes afterwards.

Marcaunon pushed the thought of her away in favor of looking at the animals throughout the store. It was a sight that made him grimace. They were mutated and likely experimented on, making their appearance unappealing and deformed. The animals were quite, and they looked pitiful. It made his cold heart melt in pity.

He always had a soft spot for animals. Being an experimental toy for humans was an awful experience he wished to never repeat. It was better to find a serpent that had yet to break and get the hell out of this place. It was bringing in bad memories.

The thought of releasing these confined beasts passed his mind but he firmly shook them out. They would not survive in the wild and would likely die from starvation. They were similar to housepets, they would lose their instincts over time when confined. Judging by their disposition, they not only lost their basic survival instincts but also their desire to live.

A serpent caught his eye and he stopped in front of a tank. The lids were firmly shut and he sensed anti-theft wards. A master in occlumency could easily trick the wards. He eyed the pit viper, looking at how the dark green scales shine under the lighting. It was beautiful.

Marcaunon tilted his head and hid his displeasure when he saw eyelids sewn onto the eyes. He checked to see if the sales girl was anywhere near him, and luckily she wasn't. Unluckily she was still ogling his ass.

He really felt violated.

"Hello there beautiful."

The snake turned its head towards him and slithered forward, stopping just as its nose butted the tank.

"A speaker…" She hissed. Her voice was unmistakably female. "I have only met one once, are you his hatchling?"

"I doubt it… Who is this Speaker you speak of?" He leaned forward in interest.

"I know not what he is called, but he smells of earth and death."

"Curious… How old are you, beautiful one?" Earth and death huh…? He knew of one type of magic that uses earth and dead bodies.

"We do not count days like you two-legged. But it has been a long time."

Marcaunon raised a sceptic brow.

"May I ask if you are blind?"

"Yes. The two-legged who smells of putrid toxins removed my eyes."

"Tsk. How unfortunate. Your eyes may have been just as beautiful as your scales."

The snake hissed in pleasure at the compliment and Marcaunon knew that his boy would love this one. They were both vain.

"You are venomous, are you not?"

"Indeed I am."

"Would you like to come with me? My young one would treasure you like no other."

"… I would be honored, Master."

"Oh no no. Marchosias shall be your Master, not I."

Marcaunon opened the lid and wrapped the 2meter long serpent around his torso and shoulders. Just as he was about to head towards the cashier, he moved to another tank that caught his eye.

Inside this particular one, was a lone rattlesnake. Its scales were black with white spots down to the tips of its tail, and almost reaching a good length of 2.5meters. Unlike most of the animals here, its eyes were watching him with attentiveness.

"It has been awhile since any two-legged wizards came into this weird cave."

Cave? Did the snake mean the store?

"How long have you been in here, gorgeous?"

"Long enough to know that once that disgusting wizard comes, some will be taken behind before returning without tails or eyes."

"An awful man." He agreed. "Do you wish to be free from here?"

"I do. But you have chosen another." He –the snake's voice was too deep to be female– looked sad at that and Marcaunon hummed.

"This charming lady –" Marcaunon rubbed the viper's head with his thumb, and she hissed in rapture. "is for my hatchling. He gets lonely and has a fascination with the color green."

Tom was always throwing Avadas everywhere, so he must love the color green.

"Then… Please take me away from here, Speaker."

"Marcaunon's my name. You're too long for me to carry with beauty still on my shoulders, so slither near my feet."

"Yes Marcster." He snorted at the combination of his name and master.

He removed the lid from the tank and the male slithered out onto the floor and stayed close to him. Marcaunon heard a gasp from the sales girl and turned to see her pale at the sight of two poisonous snakes not inside their tanks.

Marcaunon moved towards the cashier and stopped in front of her.

"I'll be taking this two." Without waiting for her to process what he had said, he wandlessly stunned her and hissed at his companions to wait for him outside in one of the alleyways.

As soon as their tails were out the door, he turned towards the repulsive girl and conjured two rusty spoons.

"My thanks for eyeing my ass like a piece of meat." He bared his teeth in a demented grin and proceeded to spoon out both her eyes. The salesgirl's face contorted in agony but was unable to move nor voice out her pain.

Once finished with his handy work he raised one of his blood covered hand above his head and opened his palm upwards. He closed his eyes to concentrate and when he snapped them open, they were glowing with power. The stunned sales girl could only stand there without knowing her doom was coming.

"Avada Kedavra… Dispersus." With only these whispered words, a green light was flashed from his palm and exploded outwards in a circle, killing all the animals in their prison and the girl in front of him instantly.

He recalled the time when he had tweaked the Killing Curse unintentionally when he was in a bout of insanity. His mind was broken, he could barely see anything but red and the only thing he wanted was to wipe out the Parasites that had invaded his village without delay.

This was the result of his will combined with his powerful core.

Marcaunon sighed softly. It would be better for him to put the animals down without any more pain. Death was something he craved for when he was imprisoned, and just by looking into those eyes, the animals were the same.

He was quick to flee from the scene since he knew that the Ministry would detect the surge of Killing Curse soon. After rushing to one of the empty alleyways that his serpents were in, he crouched down and touched both before shadow walking through the wards of Hogwarts.

Once he emerged from the shadows, he noticed his five year old son sitting on the couch reading one of his tombs. Without looking, Marchosias opened his mouth and Marcaunon could hear the controlled anger in his tone.

"Do you know what day it is?" His voice was soft but mocking. Marcaunon shifted uncomfortably before making his way towards his son, but not before signaling the serpents to remain where they were.

"Hey… I'm sorry." He sat down beside his boy. "I went out –"

"Exactly." He was interrupted as Marchosias turned towards him without an ounce of emotion on his face, but Marcaunon could clearly see the anger in those eyes. They were glowing crimson in rage, much like Voldemort's. "Today was supposed to be my day. Our day! You promised to be with me for the whole of Sundays."

"I know that, dearest. But –"

"But what!? What is so important for you to break your promise with me? I am your top priority, Mother! NOTHING and NOBODY else!" Marcaunon inward winced. His son usually lapsed into parseltongue only when beyond furious.

He tried to touch his son, but his hands were batted away. The furnitures were shaking violently due to Marchosias's magic and Marcaunon swallowed at the pure rage he saw on the five year old's face.

"I –… That was! I didn't… Let me explain. You know how important you are to me, Marchosias."

"Explain then." The look he received made him unable to contain a wince. The hurt was clearly shown and Marcaunon had a hard time looking into those ruby eyes.

"Look… Marchosias, dear…" Marcaunon pulled his little boy onto his lap, not minding how his boy struggled futilely. "I know that work has kept me busy, and I could see that you were getting lonely –don't try to deny it. Your only company is books and the students don't really know how to behave around you."

"Then why… Today was supposed to be our day together." Marchosias's voice was soft and Marcaunon almost regretted leaving his boy with Death. Speaking of Death….

"Before that, where is Mort? I told him to look after you."

"… I told him to leave."

Marcaunon sighed but left it at that. He hugged his boy tighter.

"I bought a companion for you to keep company whilst I work." He waved one of his hand and two serpents appeared from within the shadows. Marchosias stared at the snakes. "I only wanted for you to have someone, even if it's a snake, to talk with when I'm not around. Forgive me? Please?"

Marchosias was silent for a long time before he sagged with a sigh.

"Like I could ever continue to be angry with you." His boy whispered and Marcaunon hugged him tighter. "Next time bring me along. Or leave a note if you really had to leave."

"Alright, my dearest. I'm sorry." He kissed little Chaos's crown and shifted until both he and his son were facing the snakes. "Which one do you prefer?"

"The green one."

"It's a good thing I have already chosen the black then."

"Then why ask?" He sounded annoyed and Marcaunon chuckled at his grumpy expression.

"But isn't she beautiful?"

"… Indeed she is. What's your name, beautiful?" The viper raised her head until she was at eye level with little Chaos.

"I have no need for a name back then, Little Hatchling. Will you give me one?"

Marchosias scowled at being called little.

"Manasa. The Goddess of Serpents."

She hissed in glee and climbed up the sofa so she was nearer to her new master. Marchosias scratched the top of her head whilst he turned towards Marcaunon.

"What will you name yours?"

"Hmm… Vasuki. Suki for short."

"Serpent King?" His boy asked.

Marcaunon nodded in confirmation.

"Where did you buy them, Mother?"

"Knockturn Alley. A store that experiments on animals. Humans are cruel hm?"

"Yess… They are. Especially Muggles."

"True. Remember Chaos dear, no matter how angry you are, never hurt an animal. They're wonderful companions and would never betray you, unlike humans."

His boy agreed and Marcaunon ran his hand through Marchosias's dark hair. He loves how soft his boy's hair is.

Marcaunon tilted his lips upwards at the shine his boy was sprouting in his eyes, and hummed. The snakes were wrapped around them as they hissed out conversations. He watched how his son ran his hands on both serpents, which led them to hiss in pleasure, and sighed in content.

Suddenly, he remembered the magical camera Death had bought for him last year and was quick to summon it. It flew towards him and stopped just close enough for him to magick it to take a picture of them, surrounded by two serpents that were large enough to eat his boy whole.

The picture showed how both mother and son were smiling and he deemed it the perfect photo to be placed on the fireplace's mantle together with their other memorable pictures.

Location: London, Counsellor's Office

"Please take a seat, Mr. Potter." A man with short greying red hair, brown narrowed eyes hidden behind his wired spectacles, and a comforting smile on his face spoke. He was wearing a blue button-down shirt and black slacks. In his hands were a pen and notebook.

Marcaunon nodded to the middle aged man and took a seat on the chair opposite to the counsellor. He relaxed into the soft sofa chair and waited for the red head to introduce himself.

"My name is Jordan Goulding, and if you are comfortable, I would like us to call each other using our first names."

"Pleasure to meet you, Jordan. I am comfortable with us being on first name basis."

"Great. So how are you feeling today, Harry?"

"Fine. The weathers a little hot but I'll survive."

"That's good. Can you tell me the reason as to why you decided that you required counseling?"

"I needed someone to vent on."

"Most do. Why not confide in one of your friends?"

Marcaunon stared at Jordan for a few seconds before he dropped his entire mask, his body language changing from friendly to close off. His smiling façade vanished and his face became unreadable. He crossed his right leg over the other whilst he placed his right elbow onto the armrest and his cheek on his closed fist.

"I have no need for… friends." The last word was spoken with malice and he gleefully saw Jordan recoil slightly at his tone and 180 personality.

His counselor coughed slightly as he regained his bearings once more. From the corner of his eyes, Marcaunon saw Jordan write in his book: Perhaps MPD.

"How about family?"

Marcaunon tilted his lips into a small, barely there smile at the thought of his little one.

"I have a son."

"Will you tell me about him?"

"Hmm… He's named Marchosias, but I usually call him Chaos for short. He's the joy of my life… but not someone I could rant with."

"Why did you name him Marchosias?" Jordan looked disturbed, but tried to hide it. Marcaunon knew that Parasites don't name their children after demons, so it would be weird to encounter a child with that particular name.

"Well…" He drawled. "It's family tradition… My little boy was furious at me the previous day."

"Oh? May I ask why?"

"Yess… For you to understand why, I will have to tell you about my occupation. I am a Professor. I have a tight and busy schedule, and I am only free on Sundays. I promised little Chaos that I would remain with him for the whole of that day, but I broke it… It was only once."

"Why did you break your word?"

"I wanted to buy him a pet. He's lonely you see. Don't get me wrong, he's an independent child that loves his solitude. But even the most anti-social person out there would want company instead of books at times."

"Indeed. Harry, how old is your son?"

"He's five."

"… You left a five year old alone at home?" The pen moved once more and Marcaunon was tempted to point out that he could see what the man was writing. Young father; not married? One night stand?

"Oh no, of course not." He scoffed. Was this man looking down at his parental skill just because he looked young? "The school I work for is a private school. Chaos stays with me and attends my classes during the day. If his Godfather isn't busy, Chaos would remain with him until I return."

"Does he not disrupt the class? Most five year olds, a boy at that, would often run around and make noise."

"Chaos isn't your average five year old boy, Jordan. He's a genius. He loves reading and tends to ignore my students. He doesn't really care about people much." If Marcaunon ever suggest a thing such a going to the playground, Marchosias would rather plot his death than play with other children.

"Oh..?" Jordan looked worried. Social issues might develop from son; Sociopath?

"Nothing to worry about." He waved off dismissively.

"If you say so…" Jordan looked unsure but sighed and moved on. "I'm sure he was angry because he wanted his father to prioritize him over everything else."

"I see… He is rather possessive."

"P-possessive? No no Mr. Po–Harry. I would not go far as to say that he is possessive... Perhaps you should bring him along with you next time? He might… develop some problems with his social life when he grows older."

"If you say so, Jordan. I am aware that my son is a psychopath, not a sociopath... Well, I think he's not a sociopath. He never does feel guilty."

"Wha… What…?"

Marcaunon scowled at the man. He hated repeating.

"My son is a psychopath, not a sociopath. He tends to kill first, ask questions later."

"Kill!?" Jordan sputters.

"In a manner of speaking of course. Before we get side-tracked, I would like to talk about my school experience."

"Ah.. Erm.. Go ahead, Harry." Try to persuade Mr. Potter to bring son next session.

"Thank you. Now we start with eleven year old mini-me getting a letter for children with special talents. It was an invitation to a school, the very same school that I'm currently teaching by the way. I was so excited at the prospect of leaving my relatives for the whole year. But before I could accept, my fat lard of an Uncle decided to tear the letter into pieces."

"What did you do?" Problems at home during childhood.

"You must understand that I have a very short temper when I was younger. I was so angry that I decided to put a bottle of laxative into the soup I was cooking, and gave them to my relatives."

"Relatives?"

"My Walrus of an Uncle, my Horse of an Auntie, and a baby whale with blonde hair… My Cousin."

"You decided to use a drug that facilitates the evacuation of bowels on your whole family due to your Uncle?"

"Indeed. I was hold grudges like no tomorrow. Moving on, my relatives" Marcaunon emphasized the word relative because they are definitely not family. "went to watch TV whilst I, being the good boy I was, cleaned the dishes. A few minutes later dozen of letters were flying around in the living room. I snitched one when my relatives' stomach decided that there was a problem."

"Problem... he says." The man whispered softly to himself and Marcaunon decided to ignore him.

"I sent my acceptance. The next day, a bat… Oh excuse me, a man wearing black from head to toe, with the resemblance of a humanoid bat, took me to buy my schooling supplies. He was a rather hateful man. He sneered a lot and made it his job to let me know that I wasn't even worthy of being used-gum underneath his shoes."

"One of your Professors?" Verbal abusive Professor. Might lead to emotional problems.

"Correct. He –we'll call him Bat– teaches the same subject I currently teach. I found out I was rich by the way. I used to survive on hand-me-downs from the Blonde baby whale. Anyway, the first year of school wasn't so bad if you exclude a Professor wanting to kill me."

"Excuse me? Your Professor wanted to kill you? Was it… Bat?" Case of Paranoia?

"Oh no, Bat's my protector actually. We will go back to him later. For now, this Professor teaches us Defence. He stutters a lot and wears a turban. His garlic perfume was vile as well. Let us call him Squirrel, since his name and mannerism resembles as such. I made two friends and we became known as the Golden Trio. An awful name I know."

"Why were you and your friends called the Golden Trio?"

"Because of the Headmaster –we shall call him Bumblebee by the way. They think I'm his Golden Boy. He would call me into his office once a week just to offer a lemon drop or something. It always made my mind fuzzy afterwards. Anyway, I found out that Squirrel wanted to steal a ruby stone that was hidden by Bumblebee in the school for his Master.

"With the help of my two friends, Pig –he had no table manners at all– and Bushy –her hair was constantly puffy– I made it to the last room that holds the Ruby Stone, and confronted Squirrel. To put it simply, he was possessed by his Master and I killed him."

"… I'm sorry I thought I heard you say that Squirrel was possessed and that you killed your Professor."

"Nothing's wrong with your hearing, I assure you I did kill him. I burnt him alive actually. It felt good to hear him scream and trash on the floor. Bumblebee congratulated me on a job well done and we all moved on with our lives. I'm sure something was wrong with him since he told an eleven year old boy how killing is okay, but I don't mind. I mean, I have a rather cruel streak when I was young, which vanished once I stepped into Bumblebee's office. He placed personality compulsions on me for being a hero-complex kind of guy with a martyr streak. Luckily I still had no morals on killing. The blame should go to my relatives by the way."

"Wait wait wait, Harry. Let me get this straight. You went to a school for special children, met a Professor who loves to wear black and verbal abuses you, learnt that you're rich, found out the school you're in is guarding a Ruby, a Professor wants this Ruby and his Master wants to kill you… And you killed your defence professor by burning him alive… Also your Headmaster congratulated you on having killed a person he hired!?" In his own world with overactive imagination or delusional. Doesn't mind killing – homicidal? Pyromaniac? Sadist?

"Well… When you put it that way, it does sound weird. Additional info is that I almost got eaten by a smelly Troll and a Giant three-headed dog called Fluffy." Thought of Cerberus a guarding of helll – having suicidal thought?

"…" Jordan just nodded with a blank face and waved for him to continue.

"Let us move on to second year shall we? And I have a total of seven years in that school."

"Go ahead, Harry."

"Thank you Jordan. Now… Second year was actually quite a dangerous year for me. A blonde man who is in love with his hair placed a cursed diary into Pig's sister's bag when they were shopping, and brought it into the school. Let's call her Slut."

"Pig is one of the friends you made in first year yes?"

"Yess. Slut, being the stupid girl she was, decided to write in an unknown diary that writes back because it's possessed by a soul. She poured her feelings into the object and it was draining her of her life-force, so she became weak. I found out that I could speak another language and was shunned by the whole school because said language was something only the Master spoke. He's considered evil. Hmm… Let us call the Master Voldie."

"Why would they shun a language you speak? Can't they learn?" Obsessed with spirits and possession.

"No, that language can only be spoken if you're family, and if you're not a part of it, you can't learn it."

"You're related to… Voldie?" Having family issues.

"In a way I am. Moving on, the diary possessed Slut and made her open The Chamber of Secrets. And soon, students were petrified and the school was on the verge of closing. Slut went missing one day and Pig dragged me to find her with our new Defence Professor Peacock… We told him Slut was missing and brought him to the entrance of the Chamber. After entering, the Professor pointed at us Pig's weapon and decided to make us lose our memories. Of course he failed cause… he's a failure, and knocked himself out. The walls soon collapsed leading to my and Pig's seperation… I moved on and saw Slut on the dirty floor. I was tempted to kick her actually."

"Why?" Social issues. Tends to solve everything with violence.

"She kept on touching me inappropriately. It was disturbing to see an eleven year old trying to seduce a twelve year old. As much as I would have liked to leave her to rot underground, the compulsion kicked in and I rushed foolishly towards her. The soul inside the diary was out of its container and we talked for a bit. I, being forced into an imprudent boy, insulted the soul and he called out a giant snake. It was highly venomous and almost made me shit myself. Are you keeping up?"

"Yes… I think I am." Confirmed MPD. This 'Compulsion' is his nicer personality.

"Good. I then slew the ancient serpent with an equally ancient sword and stab the possessed diary with the serpent's fang. The soul let out a tormented anguished scream and I relished in it. After a while, I saved Slut and found out that Peacock is in Hospital due to his mind being regressed into that of a toddler."

"That was… quite an adventure. Did you feel guilty about Peacock being sent to the hospital?"

"Indeed. No, why would I?" No feelings of remorse or guilt.

"Ah I forgot to mention that I was almost eaten by the snake I killed and a mob of giant spiders that speak in perfect English." Has a thing about being eaten alive. A traumatize experience from childhood? Perhaps a bigger than average animal bit him?

"… What happened afterwards?"

"I went back to my relatives and blew up my Aunt."

"Sorry?"

"Walrus's sister was being rude towards my dead parents and I got angered. So I blew her up. No lasting damage apart from her mind, no worries." Confirmed pyromaniac.

"My third year in the school wasn't filled with that much action apart from a serial killer breaking from prison. I found out he was my Godfather and we got along splendidly. His desire for revenge is almost as great as mine, since he went all the way to sneak inside a highly guarded school to hunt down my parent's betrayer. The Rat almost got killed but escaped due to the Prison Guards and the Bat Professor." Murder/violence runs through the family?

"Why is killing involved every time…" Jordan whispered softly as he continued to scribble onto is notebook. Marcaunon ignored him without batting an eye.

"I saved my Godfather from a horde of soul-sucking bastards but lost my chance of escaping my relatives due to Bumblebee's constantly denying to provide my Godfather's trial to prove him innocent. Have I told you how much I despise my Headmaster? No? Well, I despise him."

"Why would he not want to clear your Godfather's name if he's innocent?"

"Because he doesn't want to lose his weapon. In addition, I almost got eaten by a werewolf and my soul sucked by a Dementor. Once again, I am traumatized when that bloody wolf opened its mouth big enough for me to see oh so sharp canines. As much as I would love to tell you how traumatized I am, my Fourth year was one of the worst." Delusions of self-importance (a hero maybe). Confirmed being bitten by a wolf thus traumatized and imagines himself being almost eaten.

"Go on." Jordan said softly, trying to provide comfort.

"My name was forcefully entered into a tournament that approves dying! My fellow schoolmates bullied me fiercely when I was chosen out of many. I was also the youngest. Only people from 17 and above could enter, but of course, Harry Potter defies all. I competed against my will, alongside three more… Whose name I have forgotten. One of them died at the final round actually, so he isn't that important." Misunderstood, bullied and abused by peers. No care about human lives.

"Did you feel sorrow?"

"Sorrow huh… Very well, I shall try next time."

"Wait… What?"

"I'll kill someone after this session so I could try to feel sorrow afterwards."

"No wait that wasn't–"

"I was taken into a graveyard… miles and miles away from school, just to be tied up to a tombstone and witness a naked man climbing out of a giant cauldron. Voldie was ashen, not pale, but ashen. He had no body hair, and nose. He was skinny beyond belief and his red eyes were glaring at me with pure malice and hatred. Of course since he was naked, I saw everything, including his dick –which was massive by the way– thus leading to severe traumatization, and the burning of my retinas." Sexual frustrations. Homosexual… No wait he has a son, bisexual. In love with 'Voldie' but still hate him, thus leading to degrading his appearance but wanting to still see him naked – was Voldie one of his school bullies?

"D-did he… Do anything sexual to you?"

"Oh Merlin no! Get your mind out of the gutter! The only writhing I did was on the floor as he tortured me into madness. I escaped with pure luck and when reported back that Voldie was the one who killed the other competitor, I was called insane. Many believe that Voldie is dead you see. Ignorant sheep. Anyway, which creature wanted to eat me that year…? Care to guess?" A school bully that died (or murdered). Others know so called him insane for thinking a dead person is alive? His obsession with spirits – wants to revive his crush?

"Err… A lion?"

"Hm… Not really, it was worst. A giant fire-breathing lizard, several sea-creatures, and horrible giant monsters that roam the maze."

"That's… quite a lot."

"Indeed. Let's move on to fifth year. Many still believe that I was insane, so I was of course isolated. I had earned a lot of detentions that year due to the new Defence Professor, Toad. She tortured me in her detention."

"What!? Did you report her?" Abusive Professors or extreme dislike for authority figures.

"Nobody believed me. They wrote me off as insane remember?"

"I can't believe that…" Definitely misunderstood.

"Neither can I. I am clearly sound in mind."

"…"

"I was forced by Bushy to lead a rebellion and created a group to teach Defence. I was strong even for my age, so I became their teacher. Not much happened, but I was laughing gleefully when our dear Professor Toad became traumatized when a group of centaurs dragged her off to who knows where before returning her. She was incompetent so nobody cared when she left. Lastly, I lost my Godfather's life due to my daft –compulsion– and brash behavior. For our annual eating Harry moment, stay away from giants. I almost got eaten by one. Even if he was one of my Professor's half-brother."

"… Your school hires weird… teachers. Do you feel guilty about your Godfather's death?" Blames his 'nicer' personality for his Godfather's death.

"Bumblebee is clearly tossing the school to the dogs. Rumor has it that Voldie was rejected by Bumblebee when he applied for Defence, and placed a curse. Every year the Defence Professors would die a gruesome death or retire due to trauma or get fired due to incompetence. For guilt? No. The only thing I felt was lost –my chance of being removed from my relatives were gone now."

"I see…" No feelings of remorse or guilt. Could be considered a sociopath or unable to feel anything after doing wrong. Psychopath still pending.

"Yess, I know what you're feeling. Bumblebee is clearly not Headmaster material. Of course I trashed his office once due to my anger. He was keeping information from me so it's fair. I had the right to know. Anyway, Bumblebee was murdered by Bat and the school grieved for his death. I remembered feeling giddy that day, but I didn't know why."

"Do you know now?" Has a love for death/suffering.

"Yess I do. Bumblebee had me drinking and eating things that made my mind unclear. When I was a boy, I was ruthless and would break other people's bones if they displeased me. Ever since I started the school, I was kind and friendly. It was disturbing and I wondered why I changed so much. Now I know of course. Let us move onto more important subject… such as finding out I was raised as a sacrificial lamb for the Greater Good –does wonders to one's mentality huh?– after Bat got killed by Voldie. Bat Professor has always protected me from the shadows due to an oath he made. He would protect me at all cost due to my mother. He was childhood friends with her. Who would've known?"

"Even a bitter man has a heart." Confirmed psychopath.

"Hm. Perhaps. That year I was nearly eaten by animated rotten corpse. They were inside a lake and almost succeeded in taking some of my flesh off."

"…Zombies?" Confirmed delusional.

"You could say that. For my last and final year… I'll just cut down to the point where another giant fire-breathing reptile almost ate me. Seven years of wide open mouths looming over you will give anyone nightmares. I assure you that I was severely traumatized by the saliva that covered my entire frame when it roared. Apart from my experience of being live bait, I killed Voldie due to pure luck and grieved for him a minute later. Yess I know, weird. I at first enjoyed my accidental victory, but soon was overcome with devastation. I wanted him back alive even though he had killed thousands of people. Does that make me evil?"

"Well… Why do you want him alive?"

"He's my soul-brother."

"What?"

"Now tell me, my dear Counselor, what did you learn about my school years?"

"… That you were nearly eaten by creatures with razor sharp teeth each year?"

"Close, but no. Since you got it wrong, I should bring you to my dungeons. I'm lacking a playmate you see. As much as I love my little Chaos, I need to relieve some stress from all the paperwork I'm doing. I wouldn't want to accidently yell at him… Even though his mood has greatly improved after I got him his own familiar, he still gives me the glare-of-doom once in a while."

"What?"

"Hm let's go."

"What?"

"Can you only say What? Parasites these days."

Marcaunon stood up and stretched before snapping his fingers together. Jordan was bound and gagged in a second with his eyes wide open. The red head squirmed and looked around in panic, before a butterfly landed on him and he disappeared.

Marcaunon gave a very demented slasher smile and cackled as he disappeared from the office, and didn't stop laughing even as he appeared from the shadows whilst making his way towards his captive underneath his cottage.

A/N:

For any grammatical and spelling errors, I apologize since my first language is NOT English. I have no Beta as well, so live with my pathetic grammar if you must.

Thank you all for the awesome reviews! I'll answer three questions that are frequently asked.
1. When will Voldemort appear?
-Still many chapters away I'm afraid. He's busy traveling the world and gathering followers to appear just yet. We don't want to bother him just yet.

2. Will Chaos be finding out Marcaunon is in fact, Harry Potter?
-Of course he will. I mean, Tom's a genius. When will he find out is the correct question you should be asking.

3. Will Chaos's sperm donor be appearing in the future?
-Yess. We all can't wait for the confrontation between father and son now can we? He'll appear in the near future.

Story recommendation for today: The Nightmare Man by Tiro. It's about Harry being shipped into Azkaban and time-travelled a thousand or so years back. He's violent, cruel, blood thirsty, playful, and powerful. Tons of torture and killings, and if you read my fic, I'm sure you'll love what Tiro writes. Sad to say that it's not TMR/HP, but Tom idolizes Harry and Harry himself respects Tom. If you squint really really really hard, perhaps you could see the pairing. Sigh… Wish it's TMR/HP *mumbles about unfairness*

Rainbows and butterflies,
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