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
Main Pairing: HP/LV (Marcaunon/Voldemort)
Side Pairings: Pending
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'
Chapter 13: Dropped to another dimension!
May 1967
Location: Hogwarts Dungeons – Study
"Death?" Marcaunon called out as he directed his clothes into his bottomless sling shoulder bag via Magic.
"Yes Master?"
"I was wondering…" He started. "Why am I the one doing another dimension's paperwork? I thought you've already assigned a Head Reaper for each respective dimension to do it?"
"They're ordered to evacuate their dimension when a virus induced zombie apocalypse happens –and to only go back after it settles or after Life created another world to replace the previous one."
"… Wait wait wait." Marcaunon raised a brow at Death. "There's Life? I thought there only existed the Creator?"
"There is. Life and the Creator are one and the same. However Its not corporeal as I am… It just is."
"Alright…?"
Death only shrugged Its shoulders lazily and Marcaunon got the sudden urge to smack the entity. Was it that hard to give him a proper explanation?
"So when all your reapers evacuate, all the paperwork fall to me?"
"Yes. To put it bluntly, Master, the world has a 99% chance of exploding –and I would rather the Head Reaper pass his workload to Master than risk recreating all of that world's reapers."
"Can't they do it during their free time? Or wait until the very last minute?"
"The world may explode at any time, and they don't have free time, Master. Once they leave, they head to their dimension's parallel world to help their colleagues."
"… Just admit that you're being petty, Death."
It shrugged nonchalantly with a smirk on Its features. How irritating!
"Where do all the souls go if the world explodes?" Marcaunon zipped his bag and slipped it on his shoulder.
"They'll still remain in their respective realms at that dimension, though their suffering will prolong –for sinners that is. Life requires at least millennia to recreate a world –and all the living beings– from scratch."
Death followed a step behind him as he moved towards his bathroom. With a snap of Marcaunon's fingers, all of his toiletries were inside his bag. He double checked that he had not left anything (which wasn't really required since he could just conjure them) before nodding to himself.
"So each dimension has their own set of souls?"
"Yes."
"How old is my soul by the way?" He asked curiously as he tried to fight a losing battle with his hair. Perhaps a comb wasn't the most powerful of weapons…?
"As old as I am, Master." Death answered in his own mysterious way that made Marcaunon's brow twitch in what could be identified as annoyance.
"So are there souls older than you?" Death snorted inelegantly and Marcaunon raised a brow. Seeing the ethereal being in front of him snorting was weird.
"I could be considered the oldest."
"What about Life?"
"That thing can't be counted." It stated rudely as Its lips tilted downwards.
Marcaunon was the one who snorted this time. It seemed to him that Death despises the entity called Life –not surprising really. They're polar opposites.
"You said I am as old as you, but you also said that you're the oldest in existence… Quite contradicting." He supplied with a slight shake of his head.
"Indeed."
He waited for Death to continue… which obvious It would not. Marcaunon resisted the urge to run a knife through his servant's torso and took a deep calming breath.
"Forget it." Marcaunon murmured as he pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly. "Just to clarify once more… We'll only be gone for a few seconds in this dimension even after spending years in that zombie infested one?"
"Yes Master."
"Alright. How do we travel?"
"Like this, Master."
Without even a warning, a portal opened beneath Marcaunon's feet. He only had a split second to process the lack of footing before he squeaked (a very manly squeak) out a few curse words that would make even the most brutal of sailors blush like school girls.
"DEEEEAAATHH!"
Death could only cackle as It watched Its Master fall through the inky portal. It was always one to hold grudges –and It had a lot thanks to Its Master's constant temper tantrums. And to answer Its Master's previous statement, yes, It was being petty. Coffee stains were hard to get rid of.
Date: Unknown
Location: Unknown
Dimension: Unknown
Marcaunon groaned as he held his head with both hands, trying and failing to relieve his growing headache. After Death (that fucking bastard) had dropped him through the portal, quite literally he might add, he landed on his face and died on impact due to the great height. Even though he revived soon after, the experience of his skull and brain regenerating was unpleasant –thank Merlin for his high pain threshold.
After he gave up on trying to reduce the headache, he scanned his surrounding area and noticed that he was currently in a forest, surrounded by nothing but trees. He absentmindedly swatted away some red butterflies that were flocking his bloodied hair before doing a double take. Why were his (always) pure white butterflies red?
He poked one of the butterflies that were swaying in front of his face and blinked owlish when his (extremely sharp) nails stabbed right through one of the wings. This one's too fragile. Marcaunon turned his head around and frowned when he saw none of his.
Should he wait for Death to appear and explain where he currently was and where his precious butterflies were?
… Maybe not. Death's petty streak was probably going to continue for a while longer. He actually died from the unexpected fall! What kind of prankster kills their victims in one of their pranks!?
Just as Marcaunon was about to stand up, he heard rustling and turned towards the sound.
Standing just a few meters away from him was a freakishly tall man with pale skin, almost the same shade as Marcaunon's, and a fairly toned stature –he was slender and it made him appear more taller. The man's short hair was sleeked and spiked at the back, and Marcaunon stared at the color –intrigued by it. He idly wondered if the neon pink hair was natural.
The man's sharp, thin slanted amber eyes (what a pretty color) showed his Asian origins, however his facial structure and nose stated otherwise. Marcaunon tilted his head to the side as he tried to imagine the man's sharp cheekbones cutting through glass and nodded to himself that yes, the man's face was very pointy and if Marcaunon were to ask a woman of her opinion, she would declare the man a hottie without a thought.
Other than his features, what attracted Marcaunon to constantly stare at the man's face was because of the two painted symbols on either of the man's cheek. A maroon star was on his right cheek, and on the other was a green teardrop. His clothing was similar to that of a jester, and as Marcaunon's eyes travelled downwards, he noted the pointy jester shoes (no heels sadly) –the bell hat was the only piece missing. On his left chest was a white circular badge with the number 384.
The man's lips were tilted upwards and Marcaunon had a feeling that that was his permanent expression. Judging by the appearance, Marcaunon deduced that the man has a playful personality, though because of the aura he emitted, he added in sadistic as well.
"Kimi…" Marcaunon's brain translated the rest of Pinkie's words into English –Japanese was one of the languages he had previously learnt. "…I didn't see you at any of the Hunter exam stages before." Pinkie stated as his tongue flicked outwards to lick his lips. Marcaunon traced the movements before amber met scarlet.
"Hunter exam?" Marcaunon frowned and slowly stood up. "This may seem like a really foolish question… But are there zombies roaming around?"
There was silence for a couple of seconds before Pinkie chuckled creepily.
"Not at all~" He sang with mirth dancing in those amber orbs. "Your head must've been hit quite hard for you to imagine such things~"
Marcaunon touched his bloodied head and glared at the appendage –to be reminded of his death by Death made his blood boil with rage.
"Ah… An unfortunate landing is all." He waved nonchalantly and hummed in thought.
So Death had decided to drop him off at the wrong dimension –intentionally he might add. Death had never made a mistake before, he would know. Its pettiness has gone up to another level. The reminder of his paperwork increasing every minute whilst he was uselessly wondering around made his blood pressure rise.
Just as sudden as his rage went up, it disappeared the next second with a sigh.
"I'm getting soft…" Marcaunon murmured before asking Pinkie. "Is it alright if you would point me to the direction of a town or city?"
"Hmm~" Pinkie took a few steps closer as he mockingly hummed in thought. "Who knows?~"
Marcaunon deadpanned and rubbed the bridge of his nose, where his spectacles were currently not perched on –damn Death for making him lose it… and damn this guy's attitude. Pinkie was definitely the sort to only give out information if it made him gain something –a Slytherin through and through.
"Do you even know where we are….?"
"Hisoka."
"Right. Hisoka then."
"And to answer your question… Not at all~"
Marcaunon resisted the urge to facepalm and let out a huff of air. It was obvious that the man was lying. Was it that hard to give a solid answer from the goodness of one's heart?
"Well then, it was nice meeting you, Hisoka." Marcaunon started to walk away, but Pin–Hisoka was suddenly in front of him.
Marcaunon startled and took a step back in shock. How in the seven hells did Hisoka…? He doubted that this person knew how to apparate –there was no Magic in his system, but there was something else. A reason why he didn't outright kill the man for being a Parasite.
Maybe Hisoka was the result of a genetic mutation? Marcaunon was one to never deny his desires, so if he wanted to know something, he would do everything to find the answer.
"Hey… What do you call that?"
"Call what?~"
"The energy inside of you." He tilted his head to the side curiously as he trailed his eyes downwards until they reached Hisoka's torso, where the origin of it all was located at.
"Oh this?~"
Marcaunon noticed immediately that the energy had seeped into the poker card in Hisoka's right hand. The card was then thrown to him and Marcaunon blinked when it embedded into his left shoulder.
"Yes that. I've never seen something as curious as that." Without much thought, his Magic froze the body standing a few steps away from him.
Hisoka's expression changed from playful to wary instantly.
"What did you do to me?" Hisoka demanded with a narrowed eyed glare. It would've spooked Marcaunon out by the murderous intent Hisoka was focusing on him, however he was already used to such things thanks to Voldemort.
"No need to be alarmed," Marcaunon started as he walked towards Hisoka. "I only wish to check on something."
Marcaunon grabbed Hisoka's chin and pulled the man downwards so that they were both at eye level (how he wish he was just as tall). He dived into Hisoka's mind and grabbed all the useful information he needed for this world.
In that split second that Marcunon was within Hisoka's mind, the man (victim) himself felt agony beyond anything he had ever experienced and gritted his teeth to stop the scream that almost slipped out from his lips.
Marcaunon found out that this man, Hisoka, was also known as Hisoka the Magician. He was obviously male, blood type B, and was born at the month of June 6. The physically older male was twenty eight years old and Marcaunon had to whistle at that. Hisoka looked no older than in his early twenties. That was some good genes he inherited.
Hisoka's favorite food, if it could be called that, was gum –Bungee Gum to be exact, and he likes stickers as well. He actually collects them because he thought they were cute. Marcaunon hid a chuckle and continued on, not minding at all that he was violating a person's privacy.
The man's fighting ability was graceful as it was cruel. He changes his fighting abilities depending on his opponents, and has immense physical strength –he was even able to shatter rocks and incapacitate skilled fighters with just his pinky finger. Marcaunon doubted that the Parasites in his dimension could even hold a light to this man (people would normally call him a monster, but wasn't Marcaunon one as well?).
Other than the man's strength, his speed, flexibility and reflexes were top notched as well. Marcaunon was thoroughly impressed and decided that he wanted to know more (he was totally forgetting his original purpose).
Hisoka's pain tolerance wasn't as high as his, but it was something to be commended for. They both won't blink at having their limbs cut off, but Marcaunon doubted that Hisoka could still continue to appear unfazed when having acid poured into his wounds and organs.
What interested Marcaunon more was Hisoka's brilliant mind. The way this person thinks and strategizes was almost at the level of Tom Riddle, and that's saying something. Marcaunon suddenly had the temptation to drag Hisoka to his dimension, kicking and screaming, before pushing the thought out.
When he finally remembered his original purpose of his visitation to Hisoka's mind, he mentally berated himself and dived deeper –forgoing the man's background.
After a few more twists and turns, he finally stumbled upon the information regarding the energy he was so interested in. The energy was called Nen, or Mind Force, and is a technique that allowed a living being to use and manipulate their own life energy, also known as aura.
Aura is an energy produced by all living beings. They are vital and if one were to lose their entire aura, it would be equivalent to using up all the energy that was keeping them alive –which would prove fatal. The pores or points on the body from which the energy flowed out from are called Aura Nodes, and controlling those nodes was the first step to being a Nen user.
The methods of learning and initiating Nen wasn't something Marcaunon could do, seeing that his Magic wasn't the same as this dimension's aura –his was far superior (modesty wasn't something he and Chaos knew… mentally that is).
Marcaunon was disappointed but carried on.
There were a lot information regarding this, and Marcaunon idly skimmed through them. If he were to stay in this dimension for more than a week, he would dive into another person's mind for further his knowledge, but for now…
A Hunter is someone that has already proven themselves through rigorous examinations to be an elite member of humanity. Marcaunon doubted Hisoka was something humanity would even consider elite –perhaps an elite villain. After they passed the examinations, they are rewarded with a license, and with that license, they are able to travel anywhere around the world or do almost anything –even murder without going to jail.
Normal Hunters would devote themselves to tracking down priceless items, mystical places, and the unseen wonders of the world, whereas Hisoka wanted to be a Hunter so that he could legalize his kills.
A shrewd way of thinking, but Marcaunon agreed whole heartedly.
Hisoka was currently at the fourth stage of the Hunter examinations. Each of the examinees are given a card with a number that represented the badge number of their target, and is required to steal said target's badge whilst protecting their own. The methods are up to them, so killing was accepted.
They were currently at Zevil Island, and it way very, very far away from civilization.
He exited Hisoka's mind and just as he left, Hisoka dropped to the ground twitching ever so slightly.
"Ah… My bad." Marcaunon apologized (not at all sincere) to the fallen man. "It's been too long since I legilimized someone." Mind rape actually, but that word is so crude.
Hisoka stood up on shaky legs with a death glare aimed towards Marcaunon.
Whilst the man was feeling murderous rage at him, Marcaunon himself was impressed. A normal Parasite would've died soon after he left their mind, but this person actually disregarded what was considered normal.
"What did you do to me?" Was gritted out.
"I merely took some information I requir–" He was interrupted by a familiar presence and sighed through his nose. "I already said I was sorry for spilling coffee at your favorite cloak didn't I, Mort?"
Death's sudden appearance made Hisoka jump away from them. He could sense that the jester was terrified of Death, like all others that had powerful intuition –they knew on instinct that Death was someone they couldn't kill.
"Master is only sorry if it involves little Lord." It stated matter of factly before grinning widely, Its sharpened teeth on display. "I apologize for entering the wrong coordinates for our destination. Shall we be going?"
"Like hell you would make such an elementary mistake." He whispered under his breath before nodding. He turned towards Hisoka and smiled honestly –the man reminded him too much of his son. "Perhaps I'll come visit you with my son some time in the future, Hiso-chan."
With that, Death wrapped one of Its arm around his waist and a portal opened underneath them. The last thing he saw was Hisoka's wide eyed intrigued gaze.
Date: Unknown
Location: Unknown
Dimension: Unknown
Marcaunon blinked to clear his vision once he felt Death removing Its arm around his waist. His scarlet eyes roamed the area he was currently at and he arched a brow.
All types of vehicles were abandoned, overturned, destroyed or currently on fire. The street was littered with all sorts of papers, chairs, bicycles and dark red stains. Some of the street poles were even broken or bent in weird angles. The building doors were wide opened, as if people had rushed out, and almost all the windows had spider cracks and reddish liquid on them. He could literally smell the familiar metallic tang of blood and fear in the air.
A newspaper suddenly flew in his direction and he snatched it out in the air –a seeker's reflexes and eyes are always on alert.
The Raccoon City Times
THE DEAD WALK!
Horror in Raccoon! More victims dead!
The dead are walking, and it's no movie advertisement. There were several eye witnesses–…
He grinned. It felt great to be on vacation.
A/N: Weeeee~ It's my birthday today so I decided to post early to celebrate~
Ok so, this is like a testing chapter. Sorry it's so short, but hey… There's another chapter coming soon! I was so happy to receive so many presents that my mind worked on overdrive… Hoooorayyy~
For those who have no idea what dimension (anime) Death had 'accidently' dropped Marcaunon to, it was Hunter x Hunter 2011 version! A great anime show I would recommend all of you to watch… Lots of killing~
…For the reviews…
For those who are questioning about the two letters that the owl delivered to Marcaunon… BUahhahaha! I won't tell you anything! –Sticks tongue out childishly–
Oh my god I can't take it anymore! Some of the crossovers you guys suggested to me were too hilarious… and one even said to bring back a Pokemon to HP universe! I laughed so hard that my mum had to slap me behind my head to make me stop –it was that loud! Anyway, I'm not laughing because it was a silly idea, but because I can imagine Marc doing just that. Gosh, I love reading such reviews, they give me inspiration needed for my future chapters! Thank you very much everyone!
As for those who don't watch much movies or animes or TV, I'll be giving a thorough explanation on the universes I will be crossing, so you need not worry. I'll make sure to describe the character's appearance and the places Marc explores with details so you can visualize it –and if you still can't because it is still lacking, google is everyone's best friend. All the crossover suggestions will be taken into consideration and even if I have not seen the series before, I will watch it all because really… I want to keep my readers happy –and I'm curious as to why some of you chose that particular series to crossover to.
Story recommendation for today: Holiday Spirit by Dimensional Roamer. This fic contains much humour and I guarantee that it'll bring a smile onto anyone's face! Harry decided that everyone needs love, and this includes our favourite Dark Lord. He sent Voldy gift after gift, along with a letter that will crack the readers up. He's so silly it's cute! There are presents for everyone (even non legged ones)! Anyway, if you're having a bad day, reading this would lighten your mood up. HP/LV pairing.
Rainbows and Bloodlust,
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