Beware My Power!

by DZ2

Voldemort didn't want to kill Harry. Instead, he sought to do something worse, with a much darker ambition. But there's one thing he should have remembered: where Harry Potter's concerned, nothing goes according to plan. Evil Godlike Harry/Fleur/Gabrielle; Evil-Trio

2. Of Mice, Men and Masters

Beware My Power!

Disclaimer/Plot/Author's Note: SEE FIRST CHAPTER

Recommended Reads: Bonded and Dark Lord Potter by JustBored21, Kill me if you can by PercyPendragon3, Harry Potter and the Spirit of Revenge by Lexarius, Two Minds, One Wand by RobertWilsonWriting, The Death Knights by ZombiePinUp, Child of Azkaban by Fire and Starlight, A Darker Shade of Magic by TheSonofTartarus77, The Necromancer by MaeglinYedi and Worthy of Magic by Raul Fictitious

Key Pairing: Harry/Fleur/Gabrielle

Other Pairings: To be determined

Normal Speech

'Thoughts'

'Mental Speech'

/Parseltongue/

Review Answers:

Guest: Cedric's sudden return will be explained soon enough;

MonkeyKing12: If you're crazy reading it, then I must be more-insane than Bellatrix writing it;

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"HE'S BACK! VOLDEMORT'S BACK! AND IF YOU CAN'T BELIEVE ME, THEN WHY DON'T YOU ASK HIM?"

Now, all thoughts of celebration were banished.

Instead replaced with mind-numbing fear, terror and disbelief as the crowded masses saw Harry Potter and Cedric Diggory rise up, holding the Triwizard Cup between them, while Harry had his eyes fixed on the cowering, screaming, pleading form of Peter Pettigrew, who screamed it for everyone to hear.

"I DID IT! I REVIVED THE DARK LORD! I BETRAYED THE POTTERS! I PUT POTTER'S NAME IN THE CUP! IT WAS ALL ME! I DID IT! AND NOW, HE HAS RETURNED! PLEASE, SAVE ME FROM HIM! SAVE ME FROM THE DARK LORD!"

Chapter 2: Of Mice, Men and Masters

"It's not true!"

"Um, yes, it is."

"He's not back!"

"I'm sorry, do you have selective deafness and stupidity?"

"Watch your tone, boy!"

"Boy?" asked Harry, looking up from where he was idly toying with a loose strand on his robe, before he locked eyes with the red-faced Cornelius Fudge, who suddenly paled when Harry looked right into his eyes as he asked, "I'm sorry, Cornelius: did you just actually call the Head of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter, the guy you owe your very feckless existence to, the reason your supporters can live and sit pretty in their ivory towers…did you just call me a boy?"

"Harry, I'm sure the Minister didn't mean anything by it," argued Dumbledore, earning a scoff from Harry.

"That's nice for you, Albus, but I only see a fool, hear a coward and smell bullshit, so, as much as I love seeing you roll over and show your belly when trouble rears its head in this…what's it meant to be? Oh yes, a school!"

A collective flinch filled the office as Harry snapped out the last word, before he lifted a finger to Dumbledore as he added, "And, as much as I love seeing the weaker you, right now, I think I need to be around the supposedly-great, feared by the Dark, War Hero Albus Dumbledore, so, mutt: back in your kennel, please."

Even Fudge looked shocked, while Harry looked back to the Minister as he added, "Now, Minister, with all due respect, I've told you, Cedric's told you, Wormtail himself's told you. Plus, not that his opinion matters much, but even Snivellus has told you and shown you…"

He indicated Snape, who seemed to be fighting the urge to be his usual snarky self, while the man's sleeves had been rolled up, revealing the thick, black outline of the Dark Mark for all to see.

A point Harry latched onto like a limpet as he explained, "Also, while we're on the subject, if you were a true Minister of the people, for the people and by the people, you'd have had your Aurors take Snivellus here with them when they carted Peter Pettigrew's sorry ass out of here; I mean, he is a Death Eater."

"He was acquitted…"

"Ah yes, I remember your conveniently-placed Pensieve memory, Albus," drawled Harry, cutting Dumbledore off as he scoffed, "You know? It's funny that you vouch for the worst teacher in history, and yes, I include the fake, the alcoholics, the ghost and the psycho Squib in that list. And yet, you, Mr Chief Warlock and all those other trumpets you love blowing…and that's probably not all you love blowing!"

"Silence, Potter!"

"Go fuck yourself, Snivellus; somebody has to, I suppose," said Harry, before he flashed a cold, shark-like smile in Snape's direction as he added in an amused tone, "Especially since my Dad got the best of the bunch when he loved, kissed, shagged and impregnated my Mum."

"YOU BASTARD!"

"Knew it," said Harry in a mocking voice, even as he dodged Snape's attempted tackle without much effort, earning an alarmed look from Dumbledore, while even Fudge seemed taken aback as Harry added, "Wow, so now we have a supposedly-reformed Death Eater assaulting the Boy-Who-Lived, do we? Meanwhile, in other news, fire bad, tree pretty. And yet, the guy who'd die for me, my godfather, was not even defended, much less had a trial, and yet this criminal here is allowed to vouch for his guilt and make up a bullshit excuse to explain my arguments. You know, it makes you wonder where some people's priorities lie, don't it, Albus, my boy?"

As Dumbledore stared in a mixture of alarm and disbelief at the fact that Harry had not only made Severus show his true colours, but also brushed them off so easily, Harry shrugged ruefully as he added, "I mean, why else would you, the Chief Warlock, allow another Death Eater, meaning Igor Karkaroff, to come back to Britain after being exiled for his crimes back when the now-late Hitler-lookalike's son got outed…oh, and by the way, you might want to go and fetch Professor Moody too. After all that time locked up in his own trunk, he's probably gone more nuts than ever."

"What…what are you…what do you…why…"

"Oh, you need me to spell it out for you, do you, Fudge?" asked Harry, before he shrugged ruefully as he reached down, picking up the bag holding the one thousand Galleons prize money that he'd been given by Cedric – as a thanks for saving him from the surprise add-on to the Third Task, as his rival had stated – before, opening the bag, he reached in and pulled out a couple of Galleons. "Okie-dokie, but pay attention...key word being pay, would you?"

One by one, to Dumbledore's shock and Fudge's disbelief, Harry began flicking the Galleons towards the Minister, letting them land at his feet as he remarked, "Well. As. I. Have. It. On. Good. Authority. Mad. Eye. Moody. Was. Really. Barty. Crouch, Junior. Who. Wasn't. Dead. After. All…there, is that enough convincing for you to see sense, you corrupt little twat?"

"How…how dare you…"

"How? Cause, like Snivellus loves crowing, I'm a Potter; daring's kind of our middle name, just like Magpie's yours, Cornelius," said Harry in a matter-of-fact voice, closing up the bag again as he added, "Sadly, I'm not all that eager to throw away money I don't need on pointless morons, so I think that 21 Galleons should be enough…right?"

"I…I should have…have you…arrested…"

"Funny, considering last year, you cared so much about my welfare," argued Harry, folding his arms smugly, the bag of coins now jangling loudly as he did so, before he added, "I mean, you arranged an armed escort, so to speak, from the Leaky Cauldron to King's Cross Station. Then, you had soul-eating creatures threatening people like Lucius Malfoy's illegitimate bastard boarding the train and patrolling a school, while you also made sure you yourself believe the word of a Death Eater over the truth and, let's not forget, you even took the time to come to the grungy little tavern, the Leaky Cauldron, for a simple case of Accidental Magic: seeing as how I turned thirteen, I have to wonder…were you worried about me, Cornelius, or my bank balance?"

"I am not some money-grubbing fake, boy! I am the Minister for Magic!"

"Then, just out of curiosity, Minister, can you tell me: where are the coins I dropped at your feet?"

Shocked by Harry's cavalier attitude, Fudge looked down, before Harry smiled knowingly, "Why Minister, is that money in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"

When Fudge revealed the Galleons that Harry had thrown at him, now holding them in his hands like they were the only wealth he needed, the boy scoffed and shook his head. "You're not corrupt? Yeah right, and I'm Merlin's son! Now, how's about you take your blood money, run off to the Ministry, get my godfather out of trouble for escaping Azkaban and away from the so-called crimes he never even committed and, for once in your life, do the right thing?"

To Albus' disbelief, Fudge's voice was soft, if not compliant as he replied, "Y-y-yes, you…you're right, of course, Lord Potter. I…I'll get right on that; Dumbledore, we'll discuss your Death Eater fixation another time. And Professor Snape: be warned, the leniency you earned from Albus' testimony years ago only applies as long as you act in a civil, professional and neutral manner towards all students. If I hear you've attacked a student, least of all Lord Potter, ever again, you can be assured that you'll be in Azkaban faster than you can say Quidditch."

"Cornelius…"

"Oh, don't worry, Albus," said Fudge, before he actually handed the gold back to Harry as he added, "Here, my young friend; I have no need to take money from our nation's hero. And don't worry, I will release an official statement confirming the rumours of Lord…Voldemort's return; somebody has to be seen doing something…well, somebody who isn't a fourteen-year-old boy who should only be concerned with girls, gold and glory of his own making."

"Thank you, Minister," said Harry, returning the gold to the bag before he nodded his head curtly. "And I apologise for my rude comments; I just hoped that helping you see the truth of things was the only way anyone would listen to me, for once, and not just my scar or my fame."

"No offence meant, none taken, my young lord," said Fudge, tipping his hat to Harry as he explained, "And, on that note, I want you to know that, should you need any advice on fulfilling your duties to your Household, my office is an open door to you."

"Minister."

With a curt nod from Harry, Fudge left.

Harry, meanwhile, looked back to Dumbledore as he remarked, "Well…that was a nice twist; something actually goes my way, and I didn't even have to bribe or threaten anybody or think the sun sets when I sit down…right, Snivellus?"

Snape scowled, before Harry rose from his chair and, turning on his heel, he drew himself to his full height as he continued.

"Try to lay your fingers on me again, you overcompensating child with a stalker fetish for redheads and Potters, and I guarantee that your feet won't touch the ground, but you will still be made to kiss the feet of a superior wizard when I, the Lord whom owns your hide by way of my Father's life-debt, make you my bitch, understand, Snivellus?"

Snape growled, earning a scoff from Harry, "I'm sorry? I didn't quite hear that."

"Yes…"

"Yes…what?"

Snape was visibly trembling, while his eyes were like black pinpricks as he hissed through clenched, cracking teeth.

"Yes…Lord Potter!"

"Good dog," replied Harry, leaving the office.

Ironically, his robes billowed like the wings of a demon as he walked out through the door.

Barely two seconds later, even before the door closed, Harry smiled when he heard things smashing, accompanied by Snape's impotent roars badmouthing Harry and making a mess for his false master.

'You'll learn, Snivellus,' thought Harry, licking his lips slowly as he chuckled to himself.

'And this time, I will be the teacher…and you will be the one-man batch of dunderheads I have to teach.'

BMP

"Pardon?"

The day after the revelation, as well as Fudge's apparent change of heart, Harry, along with his peers and classmates, looked up from his own thoughts to see the Delacour Sisters had strayed from their own schoolmates to meet with him.

"Miss and Milady Delacour," said Harry, kissing Fleur's knuckles, before he did the same with Gabrielle, who giggled softly as she saw him wink at the younger Delacour playfully as he asked in a rather flamboyant tone, "What an honour and a privilege this is: pray tell, fair maidens, what favours might I grant such enchanting goddesses who come before a mere mortal such as I?"

"You may cut ze act, Monsieur Potter," replied Fleur, her grasp on English surprisingly-strong, or so Harry thought, even as he looked to her, before she added, "We are not 'ere to pander like leetle boys might; ma soeur et moi 'ave a…'ow you say, proposition for you."

"Really?" asked Harry, rising from where he'd been sitting and watching on the courtyard wall, before he asked, "Well then, do you have time to take this somewhere more…out of the way?"

"Oui," replied Gabrielle, earning a curt nod from Harry as he turned and led them away from the courtyard, over the bridge and out towards the path that led towards Hagrid's hut, the Forbidden Forest and, of course, the Owlery. However, it was the Stone Circle that Harry stopped at, albeit on the outer side of the ring as he turned to the Delacours before he cocked an eyebrow at them.

"Now, dear ladies, whatever do you mean by cut the act?"

Leaning in close, Fleur's voice became surprisingly-cold, as well as ominous, as she whispered in Harry's ear.

"We know you 'ave become touched and consumed by ze Dark Magiques!"

"I see," said Harry; the fact that he wasn't panicking surprised Gabrielle, while Fleur found herself shivering as Harry moved his hand to her cheek, if only so he moved her head, so that she was looking into his eyes as he added, "I suppose I should have expected a delicacy like you to sense my newfound powers, Mademoiselle Veela; your kind always did have a strong affinity with the magic of others…in particular, those who your true nature would beg you to be drawn to, even if it means becoming their slaves."

Suddenly, Fleur's eyes widened as she felt a draining effect on her body, while Harry's eyes shone like the Killing Curse as he smiled wolfishly, licking his lips provocatively as he looked into the now-alarmed girl's eyes. "Personally, I'm going to enjoy feeding on that tasty treat and making it mine; it's going to make enslaving these pathetic weaklings that much easier with a Veela's scrumptiously-addictive Allure at my command!"

"N-N-N-N-Non…s'il vous plait," said Fleur, her voice trembling, while her body started to feel weaker and weaker as she begged, "We…we are not 'ere to…to expose you, Monsieur…we…Gabrielle and I…we…we wish…we want…"

"We want to become your slaves ourselves, mon maître," replied Gabrielle, her voice stronger than before, while her words actually surprised Harry, causing him to release Fleur, making the elder Delacour gasp and cough before she nodded when he looked back to Fleur.

"She…she speaks ze truth, sire; we…we wish to…to make ourselves…yours…is zat ze correct phrase?"

"Almost," said Harry, licking his fingers and thumb, as though savouring leftover sauce from a meal, before he hummed, "Hmm…well, I confess: it's an interesting proposition, Mademoiselles, but…on the other hand, Fleur, your magic is delicious…and, as I said, gaining the power to make people putty in my hands, just by fluttering my eyelashes? It's a nice perk of my little snack."

"Zen…zen please feast, mon maître," said Fleur, before she indicated Gabrielle as she added, "But…but if you must mange on moi, please…my last wish…please let my little sister be yours. Not your food, but your servant, your pleasure, your concubine…please; you do not even 'ave to love her; she understands…we both do…"

"She's a kid," said Harry, earning a faint giggle from Gabrielle.

"Revenir," whispered the younger Delacour.

As Harry watched, his eyes widened just slightly when he saw Gabrielle's body glowing with a faint aura of white magical light.

Within the light, Gabrielle's body grew, until she stood at the same height as Fleur, her eyes sparkling with bluish-silvery wonder and delight. She also filled out to the point that she became as much a horny teen's wet dream as her sister while, to Harry's amusement, Gabrielle's magical change seemed to be emphasised by the appearance of two large black wings, made up of many sleek, shiny-looking feathers.

"You went through your Veela transformation, which means you're actually the age of a young teenager...roughly fourteen or fifteen, I'd guess, and not the little six-year-old child of a girl you appeared to be, am I right?" asked Harry, earning a nod from Gabrielle. "When?"

"When you saved me, my Dark Lord," said Gabrielle, earning a raised eyebrow from Harry, though that was mostly because of the lightly-accented brogue now leaving Gabrielle's lips, instead of broken English like Fleur, as she added, "It was a weird night, for sure, but once it was over, I was my true self. Then, last night, after you helped protect my sister, we were recovering in our room whilst the others were waiting for you and Mr Diggory and, suddenly, both of us, Fleur and I, we…we changed."

"White wings turned dark, I'm guessing?"

"Yes," replied Gabrielle, before Harry saw her wings recede into her body, before the young girl added, "But, more than that, we both felt a new, dark lust rising inside of us. One that merged with, as you said, our Veela desire to submit to the greatest power we could find…and, when it washed over both of us, I…I knew…we both did that…that the greatest power was…you, my Lord."

"But then, you probably also knew that there was a risk that you'd offer yourselves to me and I'd just eat you, right?" asked Harry, folding his arms as he looked to his two newest, and most-willing, of servants; at the same time, he could only assume that Fleur and/or Gabrielle had soundproofed their meeting place, since nobody was kicking up a shit-storm about Gabrielle calling Harry her Dark Lord.

"Yes," said Fleur, before she indicated her sister as she explained, "But when we realised ze risk, we also agreed zat, if eizer of us was going to be your food, mon maître, zen I would beg and plead for it to be me. Gabrielle owes you her life from ze lake; all I owe you is protective care. So, if any of us has ze right to serve you, it is ma soeur."

"And what if I'd just as soon as have both of you?" asked Harry, a note of amusement lacing his words.

"Then we are both yours, my King, be it as meals to nourish you, or to consummate your body's hunger for flesh with," explained Gabrielle, earning a cold smile from Harry as he looked to Fleur, who nodded in agreement.

"I see."

"Whatever you decide, we are prepared," added Fleur, earning a slow nod from Harry.

"Good…then, for now, my dear ladies, I want you to go home with the rest of the freaks and mongrels; once there, you will wait for me to call you, by which time, I'll have made my choice…but, be warned: I don't accept begging for mercy, so, in the end, either I'll eat one of you, or I'll eat both of you. Or I'll be happy enough to feed on neither one of you and, instead, make you my sexual conquests and playthings. Whatever my choice, I want you to understand that nothing you say or do will make me change my mind, understand?"

"Oui, mon maître," chorused the Delacours.

Harry, meanwhile, indicated Gabrielle as he added, "Also, since I now see you'll do what I ask anyway, I want you to stay in your true, fully-matured and deliciously-sexy form, Gabrielle: if anyone asks about why you look so different, tell them you chose to wear a glamour so you wouldn't have to suffer the same prejudice or treatment as Fleur, but now, you're willing to reveal yourself in all your glory, if only cause you're going home."

"As you wish, my Lord."

"Good," said Harry, before he indicated the area around them, "Now, lift your privacy spell and go back to the farewell party; meanwhile, I think I'll stay here for a moment…if only so I can see what is mine from one of its better angles."

Both girls laughed before they made sure to give their master an eyeful as they left the Dark Lord alone with his dark thoughts and decisions.

As well as a rise in an appetite of a different sort, which, even though he wouldn't admit it, least of all to them, would help Harry make his choice.

In all honesty, it was as easy as choosing whether or not to breathe…

BMP

"Do you reckon we'll ever have a normal year at Hogwarts?"

"Meh, normality's overrated, if you ask me, Ron," argued Harry, making Ron and Hermione jump as they looked up to see their friend return from wherever it was that he had been hiding. As he did so, Harry saw Hermione pocket a small slip of parchment, while his eyes also narrowed as he saw Ron had a faint, red mark on his cheek, which looked suspiciously like lipstick.

"So...is there something you two want to tell me?" asked the emerald-eyed scion in a teasing voice.

"Ron just got what he's waited for all year," laughed Hermione, indicating over her shoulder as she explained, "Gabrielle Delacour just kissed him, as a way of thanking him for helping you in the Second Task."

"At least, I think it was her," admitted Ron, earning a curious look from Harry – who also silently applauded at his newest servant's willingness to go right ahead and toy with what she must have thought of as her new master's pets – before Ron explained, "She…she was different; good-different, but…bloody hell; she said it was some sort of magical change thing, but…blimey; I'll sleep well tonight."

"Don't be so crass, Ronald," argued Hermione, earning a soft laugh from Harry.

"Oh yeah? And what about you? Getting Viktor Krum's address? Are you going to write to him?" asked Ron, earning another laugh from Harry, before Ron looked to his best friend as he added, "I guess we were wrong about him thinking of her as just a Ball fling thing."

"Do I get to say I told you so now or later?" asked Harry amusingly, looking back to Hermione as he added, "I don't know if you'll make good on his wish to keep in touch, Hermione, but, take it from someone who knows. You deserve to be happy."

"Harry! We're from different countries! He's a senior!"

"And you're the brightest witch of your age with far more brains than that bonbon's usual stalker brigade, but, even with everything that's happened to him, he still admits, in his own way, that he likes you," argued Harry, looking to Ron, who just shrugged, before Harry reached up and brushed a hand over Ron's lipstick mark, accidentally smearing it into the boy's skin as he laughed, "Personally-speaking, after all the crap we've had to deal with this year, I'd say we're all due some real happiness. And if Ron finds his in being a typical teenage boy, who is happiest when he's polishing his wand thinking of Gabrielle, and you, Hermione, start dreaming of Krum naked in the shower, making you…"

"O-Kay, I think we get it!" laughed Ron, though his eyes seemed to soften just slightly as Harry pulled away from him. "But what about you, mate? How are you getting the happiness you're owed?"

"Well, let's do a headcount, shall we, Ronald?" asked Harry amusingly, holding up one hand as he counted off his own points. "Let's see now: finally able to be free of the Dursleys? Check; confident in saying I never have to go back to being a skivvy to ungrateful Muggles? Check; getting the family back that I lost last year thanks to both Wormtail and Snivellus? Check; knowing that Sirius is getting his chance to give me a home and honour his promise to my family? Check; and, last, but by no means least, me actually able to have a good summer? Check."

"Even with him back and out there, you mean?" asked Ron.

"Yeah, but still: check, now all that's missing is a chess set," drawled Harry, earning a confused look from Ron, while Hermione scoffed amusingly, shaking her head.

"Checkmate…that's got to be the worst joke ever, Harry."

"I agree, Hermione; I'm disappointed in myself," argued Harry, feigning disdain and disappointment before he laughed weakly as he added, "Quick; someone change the topic."

As the others laughed in agreement, Hermione lowered her eyes, blushing softly before she looked to her two male friends as she smiled weakly.

"Everything's going to change now, isn't it?"

Smiling at her soft question, Harry walked over to Hermione, giving the impression that he was probably going to launch into some big speech.

And yet, all he did was lay his hand on her shoulder, causing Hermione to look up into his eyes as he smiled back at her and nodded softly.

"Yes."

BMP

'In ways that neither of you will see coming,' thought Harry, smiling more to himself than his friends as he joined them in a conversation about writing over the summer.

'And, just think, all it's taken is just one touch…and now, the Golden Trio is what it always has been…mine.'

Chapter 2 and, oh boy, it looks like whatever Harry has become has a whole new hunger to sate, but how will he decide to deal with it?

Also, what could he mean by 'just one touch' to make the Golden Trio his?

Oh dear…does this mean…our heroes…collectively…are…heroes…no more?

Keep Reading to Find Out

Next Chapter: A nice surprise awaits Harry back at King's Cross, but what's this? Harry's got another idea: oh, shitake mushrooms! What new demons are waiting to be spawned by this new-and-improved Dark Lord of Hogwarts?

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AN: Portrayal

Gabrielle Delacour – all grown up/true form: Anya Taylor-Joy

OC SPELL

Revenir: The Restoration Spell – incantation is French for return; Returns an enchanted being/object to its natural/true state