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I solemnly swear that the literature and works of the Harry Potter Verse belong to JK Rowling, Bloomberg and Warner Bros. The only thing I own are the one-shot ideas that popped into my head and whatever OCs I would create for them. This is a work of pure fiction made solely for fun, constructive reviews will be welcomed, flames will be ignored. Any references to characters in real-life or fiction are purely coincidental. If I could make money out of my ideas, it would be nice...

Mischief Managed Damn It!


Title: The Dishonored Potter (Working Title)

Posted Date: October 1 2022

Tags: Anti-Hero Harry, Dishonor Inspired AU, WBWL, Bad Dumbledore, Alive / Bad Potters, Bad Sirius / Lupin

Challenge: No pairing, Anti-Villain Voldemort, Hogwarts as semi-stronghold, Cult of Dumbledore, Pureblood bogotry evident among the "good" guys

Possible Challenges: No Hocrux route, Fleur Pairing


Sounds of laughter filled the air at the gala being held at one of the biggest villas situated near a town by the outskirts of the Italian countryside. There were people of various ages mingling about the complex and on the outside perimeters, from young children brought to keep an eye on them to the elders who looked ancient beyond their years but still strong in movements. For those as young as twelve, a good number were going about trying to chat up with celebrities, politicians and the like to attempt connections for the future. Above them, fireworks were launched, filling the sky with light and resounding in the general area. It was clear that they were enjoying the high life and all that it entails.

Outside of the compound, that was a different story.

The immediate street leading up to the compound was barricaded with checkpoints placed at different junctions and heavily guarded with Aurors to keep out any unwanted guests. On the rooftops of the nearby buildings that were in the direction of the villa, a few others were checking the area to ensure no one tried to make their way from the top while their partners were on street level to maintain vigilance. There were multiple wards layered all over the town and leading up to the villa to deter animagus, polyjuice potions, compulsions, even Metamorphagus and werewolves from entering the area. And they had old cannons modified with runes to take down any creature that could go through their barricades with brute force. No one was entering the place without their notice.

And then there was their secondary purpose.

"Boom!"

"There goes another one." One guard commented as they watched one of the cannons fire upon a group of people that had dark veins going all over their bodies and bloodshot eyes, sending them flying along with the debris. A few would die from impact, a handful from open wounds, but the rest would get up and rush the barricades again while screaming at the top of their lungs and drooling blood and saliva along the way.

"Honestly, this disease is the worst." His partner shook his head. "Remind me why are we doing this again?"

"Because some rich guys decided to throw a big party with lots of fireworks, food and drinks, without once caring for us lowly paid workers having to deal with intruders and any of the infected who get attracted to said fireworks thanks to the light and the noise." The first answered in a heartbeat. "Just be glad that this is the last night so we can pack up and leave."

"Good thing too, our barricades keep getting penetrated and the guys are barely stopping them from overwhelming them." The second winced from the other cannon firing and the screams of those infected. "Damn it, I need to move away from here. This place is giving me the creeps with all that screaming."

"Go ahead, you do need to get to the checkpoint up ahead. I just need to recharge the runes and we are good to go." The first guard went to do so and they moved away in haste just to get away from the screaming, and in so doing, missed a figure watching them go in the shadows. The figure waited before peaking out to show someone with a ski mask over their head. That person looked about before directing their attention to the roof where they spied some of the other Aurors moving about, waiting for one to move for them to throw out a line and start pulling themselves to one of the open windows. The figure entered the room and hid behind a wall as one of the Aurors looked over the edge on the opposite building before dismissing it as a trick of the eye. The figure silently moved through the apartment and fiddled with the front door to unlock it, allowing him to get to the corridor and open another door the same manner. After securing it behind them, the figure went to the next open window and leaped across to get to the next window.

This pattern continued with the figure having to hide briefly from Aurors who kept popping up at the worst timing until the second to last building by the edge of the town where a very big barricade had been erected over the bridge leading to the villa. The figure paused to inspect the security when they stiffened and held back, removing the left glove briefly to check something before looking up with an aggravated air. The figure crept up the stairs to the second most level of the building and looked about, pausing in front of one of the apartments and placing an ear to the door. With a barely audible sigh, the figure fiddled with the lock and entered the room, treading lightly to a room that was lit. The figure peered around the corner and saw several candles burning about the room that had seen better days with all the clutter lying about. A closer look revealed an infected person standing near the corner with the back towards them, and next to that was an unusual looking altar made of wood and cloth, with two candles giving off blue flames instead of yellow, with something laid on it.

The figure slowly reached behind to grab a knife, and crept through the door, taking care to not step on anything to give their presence away. It helped that the infected woman was hacking at her throat as though something was stuck in it. The figure was barely a couple of feet away when the infected person suddenly straightened and sniffed the air with a snarl. The figure wasted no time to leap forward and wrapped an arm around the neck to choke her out. The Infected tried to grab at them but the strength of the arm ensured that the woman would use up her air and eventually fall unconscious. The assailant waited a bit more before easing up on the arm and dragging the body away, using whatever was lying about to tie her up before moving back to the room while removing the ski mask.

In the candlelight and brief flashes of light from the fireworks, the figure revealed themselves to be a young man approaching his twenties dressed in dark urban and modern clothing with some extra padding and armour on his limbs and torso region, along with an open jacket and hood. His hair was a little messy with the majority tied into a ponytail, and he had a light stubble growing on his face. His eyes shone like emeralds that had been tarnished from years of neglect, and there was an air of weariness about him as he approached the altar that held what appeared to be a large bone fragment with teeth stuck at different sides of it and a rune etched and painted on the face of it. Even without the candles, the man knew precisely the design made on it:

A straight line bisecting a circle which was inside a triangle, with the occasional feather-like markings at the sides to give the impression of wings sprouting from it.

The young man paused in front of the makeshift altar to look at the artefact, then his left hand from which he removed the glove to reveal the same mark tattooed on the skin and was pulsing with power. He reached forward to grab the rune charm and inspect it closer, before placing it in his bag and moving towards the window facing the compound. He opened one window briefly to let some air in and continued monitoring the situation even as the blue flames suddenly flared up and dark smoke pooled to the ground, accumulating into a dense cloud before it parted to reveal a plain-looking man approaching his early thirties, dressed in a dark blue coat that reached past his legs with a similar mark on his breast pocket, grey-pants that appeared to shine around the light, and dark boots that seemed to suck light away from anything around them. His short brown hair was trimmed neatly and might compliment well with his youthish features, but the black eyes he had seemed to be void of all warmth and would make people avoid him like the plague. The being raised a hand to inspect it as it faded like mist before silently walking towards the young man.

"Going to a party, my young friend?" The spirit asked with a cold cultured voice as he stepped beside him with his cold gaze on the gala. "Is that something you have dreamed of, in the time you were cast aside and wasting on the streets while waiting for my agents to come for you? Wealth, young women in the latest fashion, fellow men joking among themselves while sipping on the expansive wine they could not understand to appreciate like their elders? Politicians hoping to rub shoulders with the rich and powerful? Or perhaps as simple as standing in a corner to watch them and soak in the atmosphere?" The spirit then turned to him, the black eyes seemingly looking into his soul. "The host, Massimo di Giottio, has quite the resume of his own. The youngest of four sons, he was able to obtain the lordship after his brothers suffered a questionable demise. He enjoys the high life with his wife while having a mistress on the side in another country, with a possible heir on the way since the missus has yet to bear him a child."

"And what of his special guest, Lucius Abraxas Malfoy?" The young man kept silent as the spirit began pacing behind him, smoke and ash appearing with each step he took while talking.

"He follows a tyrant that is driving Britain into the pit, and whispers honeyed words in the ears of Cornelius Fudge while lining his pockets with blood gold. Living in opulence along with his wife and son, preaching the worthiness of the purity of blood, all as the people beneath his standing starve to death and fear the next visit of his fellow men who enjoy terrorising the folks with the power, knowing that they could easily walk free thanks to him and his puppetry over the minister. Such wealth and power, it would be a shame if someone were to come along to remove it from his hands."

The spirit hummed as he noted the non reaction of his companion. "Well I suppose you would know what choice to make once you get there." The spirit turned and moved away only to pause. "Ah yes, let us not forget the other guest of honour, Sirius Orion Black." That got a reaction from the young man, not from his facial expressions, but his tightening grip around his weapon that was audible in the room. The young man did not turn around, but he knew that the spirit was smirking at the small crack of his emotional mask. "One of those who ignored you in your early childhood, someone who was supposed to take care of you. Yet he gave you up at the words of a man dreaming of grandeur in order to cater to the whims of your other half. He and your blood relations lavish him with praise while ignoring your cries for help as you lay bleeding. All so they could supposedly defeat the tyrant with a power he supposedly would not know of: Love." The spirit snorted at the last part with such derision that the young man could almost taste it. "Or so they claim. When you face him, would that man remember the flesh and blood he and his oath brothers threw away? Or would it require a blade to the heart to recall his sins, choking on his blood with the knowledge you would go after the ones that cast you aside?" Whatever smoke that remained from the earlier summoning now floated its way to the spirit and started to cover his body from the ground up. As the smoke reached the head and covered the face, his voice carried one last set of words.

"I look forward to seeing what you have in mind."

Briefly, a cold breeze blew through the room and dispersed the smoke, carrying it out of the window and down the street, making a few stragglers shiver and wrapped themselves tighter in their cloaks, looking about them uneasily and subconsciously moving away from the ill wind they felt could be their last. The young man however closed his eyes and took one big breath to fortify himself before opening them, the irises now glowing a poisonous green as he reached into his coat and pulled out a mask to place it over his face, and then placed the hood over the head as the sky lit up once more with the fireworks. The brief flashes of light would show a black mask with metallic trimmings to give it a skeletal look with the eye holes covered, yet still showing the green light from his eyes. The young man looked towards a raven that had taken a stop on the opposite building and held up his hand with the mark glowing an eerie yellow. Another flash of the fireworks and the man disappeared, while the raven stiffened before shaking its wings and took flight towards the gala, its eyes glowing a mild green as it slipped past the guards and towards one part of the compound.

Time to go on the hunt.


== Author's Notes ==

I got inspired to write this out from watching a Dishonored Gameplay by theRadBrad. I figured I could try to adapt some of the common tropes into a similar AU and see if this could fleshed out in the future.

This is not a true prologue, more of a "trailer" if you would. An actual story would probably start the usual manner of Harry left out on the streets or something in typical WBWL bad origins to the max type of theme (Which I hope not to do)

What do you guys think?