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

3. The Not-So-Golden Trio

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/

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"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."

'In ways that neither of you will see coming,'

Chapter 3: The Not-So-Golden Trio

Had anyone looked in on the Golden Trio on the journey back to Hogwarts, they might have been surprised, if not a little curious and confused, by the fact that the trio's compartment looked a lot less active or clustered as it normally would have done.

Instead of messy wrappings, one problem or another or mysterious add-ons, all three were sitting remarkably-comfortably, with Harry resting his hand under his chin as he watched the world pass him by. Ron, meanwhile, finally seemed to have earned Crookshanks' trust, judging by how the small tiger was curled up in his lap, purring contentedly as Ron stroked his baggy fur gently and with no small amount of loving, friendly respect.

The only one who seemed normal was Hermione, who had her head in a book, not even bothering to acknowledge the passage of time, much less the oddly-silent, but content airs provided by her boys as they enjoyed the ride, and each other's company, in mutually-respectable silence.

Even more unusual was how, for the entire journey, none of the trio were bothered by intruders, be it Malfoy making his usual scathing visit, or by anyone who might be out for answers.

In fact, curiously, whenever someone walked past the trio's compartment, they seemed to act as though they couldn't see the trio sitting there.

Leaving them content with each other's presence, and the silence that came with it.

BMP

Of course, had anyone bothered to look or notice things closely enough, they would have seen a flicker of a satisfied smile flash across Harry's face as he looked to Ron and Hermione, the lesser of whom was now feeding Crookshanks a few cat treats from his coat pocket.

'Well,' thought the dark scion, his green eyes shining amusingly as he mused, 'You two certainly came over pretty fast; I guess your betrayals of our friendship was just a fluke this year, after all, my errant brother-in-all-but-blood. But as for you, Hermione, you almost seemed to let me in, and now, I can feel you succumbing to my new powers, which means, even before I turn fifteen, you, and our dear Ronald, will both be mine!'

His smile flashed across his face once more as he looked back to his window.

'And you won't be the first…nor will you be the last…not that you were the first, mind you.'

As Scotland turned into England, Harry's mind flashed back to the first of his devoted disciples and how they became such…

BMP

Flashback: Two Days Earlier

"Now then, Tom…what was that you were saying about giving me the coward?"

"I give him to you, gladly, my Lord," replied Voldemort, indicating the dopey-looking Wormtail as he explained, "Don't worry about him fighting my magic's touch: in case you didn't realise it…"

"He's, literally, under the Imperius," said Harry in a matter-of-fact voice, scoffing amusingly as he drawled, "Ironic, really, considering how so many others, like those juicy snackrifices you just fed to me, claimed they were under the Imperius when questioned…even you, right, Lucius?"

"Yes, Master," replied Malfoy, earning a scoff from Harry, while Lucius kept his eyes bowed as he added, "Like my former comrades, I too claimed to be under the Imperius Curse, and called in many a favour to secure my freedom. Of course, there are those, like Severus, who are only free because our enemies made their own moves."

"Yes, I remember Dumbledore's Pensieve memory," said Harry, scoffing amusingly once more as he shook his head. "Do you know what? Now that I think about it, I find it even more oddly-convenient that it was that particular memory that I saw when curiosity nearly led to the death of this cat. But, in that memory, he loudly proclaimed Snape as a spy against the Dark and, I quote, told them today, he is no more a Death Eater than I am."

"In Bartimaeus' outing to his poor, unfortunate soul of a Father," replied Tom, earning another amused snort from Harry.

"If somebody didn't kill him, I probably would have done; I found out the guy was responsible for Sirius being in Azkaban in the first place, and then there's what he did to me back at the World Cup when…wait a moment…hang on…"

Suddenly, a look of realisation flashed across Harry's face and, as it did so, he looked from nowhere in particular, to the red eyes of his newest servant, as he laughed disbelievingly, "That night…it was Crouch Junior I saw; the old coot claimed he was dead, but…my visions, my nightmares and the attack and sightings at the World Cup…then, there's how the supposed Professor seemed too eager to show off the Unforgivable Curses, especially the Cruciatus…and what I saw on my Map. Ha…Merlin's beard: it was him, wasn't it, Tom?"

"Yes, Master," replied Voldemort, earning an amused smile from Harry as he folded his arms, while Voldemort continued, "Barty Crouch Junior, using Polyjuice Potion and, I admit, some impressive tactics to trap and ensnare Alastor Moody…a feat that so many, including Lucius himself, have tried and failed to do. He impersonated Moody…"

"The fucking flask," growled Harry, shaking his head amusingly, if not disappointingly as he asked, "How did I not see it? I've seen and used that damn potion myself: and Snape dared to accuse me of using it and brewing it, which means he must have known what Granger was up to two years ago…well, I'll make sure her ignorance isn't a factor anymore…"

"How will you do that, my Lord?" asked Lucius.

"None of your business, Lucius," argued Harry, now turning his eyes on Malfoy as he explained, "And, just in case you're curious, you lowly runt of an insect, the only reason I haven't devoured your magic and fed you to Nagini is because, quite frankly, you're so pathetic and predictably-wormy that you're just not worth me wasting my hunger on."

Here, Harry smiled wolfishly as he added, "Besides, why should I waste my revenge on your family on you, Lucius, when you've got such a juicy snackrifice of your own to offer me, waiting for me back at school?"

"No, please, sire!" exclaimed Malfoy, throwing himself at Harry's feet, earning a scoff of disgust from Harry himself as the blond pleaded like the lowly insect Harry had said he was. "Not…not my son, please, I…I beg of you! I…I will do anything, swear anything…I…I will be your agent in the walls of the Ministry, your backer, your sanctum…"

"Oh, but surely you remember your own words, don't you, Lucius?" asked Harry, kicking Lucius in the head as he sneered before he asked, "Two years ago, when I showed you exactly who the fuck you were dealing with…what was it you said? Let me see if I can remember…"

"I…I was angry…" pleaded Lucius, keeping his head to the floor, even though Harry had kicked him hard enough to leave a knot forming on his forehead, as the blond gasped, "I…I only saw…saw the weak boy…not this…not my Lord, my Master, my God! Please, do…do whatever you wish to me, my Lord, but…please, spare my son!"

"Oh, yes, I remember," chuckled Harry, clearly content with acting as though he hadn't heard Lucius' pathetic whimpers and begging. "You said, and I quote: your parents were meddlesome fools too…one day soon, Potter, mark my words, you are going to meet the same…sticky…end! And then, when we met this past summer, what were your words? Oh yes…do enjoy yourself, won't you…while you can?"

"I…I just…I didn't…"

"Well, now, I plan on enjoying myself, my slippery friend," drawled Harry, moving to Lucius, where he stepped on the man's back, pinning him to the smoky ground beneath them as he explained, "And, since you were so kind in providing dear Draco with a superiority complex bigger than all of Hell and half of Texas, I see no reason why I shouldn't thank your bouncing baby ferret-boy for all his own kindnesses over the past four years…hmm…I wonder what'd be more humiliating for little Draco: making him my new Wormtail…or making him sit there and moan like the in-the-closet boy he is while I suckle and slurp out his magic like a vampire drinking his blood! What do you think, Lucy?"

"I…I…I beg of you…please, Master…"

"Oh, Lucius," sighed Voldemort, shaking his head as he indicated a smug-looking Harry, "Can't you see it yet? The Master neither knows nor cares for your begging, nor your pitiful excuses. The fact of the matter is that you, like me, are but an obstacle to him; an insect that needs to be squashed quickly…and Draco is how he will squash you…"

"Whereas you, Tom, are going to be crushed in a whole new way, one day," replied Harry, pressing hard on Lucius' back before he looked to Voldemort, who bowed his head, as Harry went on. "For now, though, if only to show my gratitude for opening the doorways to my newfound power, I am going to allow you to live. And as you live, you will serve as my scapegoat, just like what Albus wants the old me to be; so, I will take Wormtail back to Hogwarts, have him declare your return and how he was responsible for it…"

After pushing down on Lucius once more, Harry turned again before he walked past a bowing Voldemort, and a glassy-eyed Wormtail, before he stopped over Cedric's corpse as he looked down at the teenage boy.

"But we won't be going back alone…"

Bending down, Harry splayed the fingers of his left hand before he placed it over Cedric's chest; as he did so, an ominous rumble of thunder filled the air, before Harry's eyes actually turned jet-black, save for his irises, which seemed to become a demonic shade of gold, like the eyes of a demon werewolf, or a monster from the deepest pits of Hades.

As Harry's eyes blackened, so too did his left hand glow with a light that was an eerily similar colour to the thing that Voldemort had forced down his gullet; as the glow intensified, Harry's hand started to pulse, revealing blackened veins and arteries that passed into Cedric's body, making the boy's handsome flesh darken with the same veiny looks, before his own glassy eyes turned pure-black, sclera, iris and all, though only briefly.

Once Cedric's eyes returned to normal, Harry removed his hand from the boy's chest, before he smiled as he hissed two words at the corpse.

"Get up!"

To Voldemort's amazement, and Lucius' horror, Cedric blinked, gasped, let out a cry that mirrored that of a man recovering from drowning, before he rose up, slowly, fluidly and with purpose.

Once he stood before Harry, however, Cedric looked into the once-again-green eyes of the Boy-Who-Lived before he bowed his head to said boy.

"Master…thank you for giving me back my life, so that I might serve you further: command me, my Lord. I am prepared to obey."

"Then, first, stop with the drone talk in public; as far as anyone outside of this graveyard is concerned, you're Cedric Diggory," said Harry, flexing and shaking his left hand, as though he was trying to get rid of a feeling of pins and needles, before he looked back to Cedric Diggory.

"Second, know this: what I've done for you is for my sake, Cedric, not yours; I don't care about our former friendships or rivalries or any of that shit. If it helps, think of yourself as a variation of a vampire's ghoul, in that I have given you a small piece of my power; just enough to bind you to me and make you my vassal…my slave, if you wish. However, like a ghoul and like vampires, you need to feed, but when you do, it is me you're feeding, so be wary of the when and the where; as for the who, I don't care, understand?"

"Yes Master," replied Cedric, again bowing his head as Harry went on.

"However, Cedric, just as I have given you life, I can take it just as quickly and, if I even suspect you're going to betray me, you will die and all the power inside of you will be little more than an appetiser to me, is that clear?"

"Crystal, Master."

"Then play your role, my servant, and you will live to serve me for a very long time yet," said Harry, grabbing Wormtail as he smiled coldly.

"In the meantime, before we go back, I think I'll top up my fullness with a little snack, if only to make damn sure this runt faces justice…"

BMP

Present

'Cedric's been doing good so far,' thought Harry, smiling once more as he looked again to Ron and Hermione, both of whom seemed blissfully unaware of his train of thought.

'But, unlike my brother and sister, he is just a tool: a sheep who is to fatten himself up for when I choose to kill him. In the meantime, when he indulges my appetite, he is proving himself useful to me. Ron and Hermione, however, are going to be so much more than mere familiars to the Master Vampire I might as well have become…much, much more indeed.'

Unseen by the other two, Harry lowered his free hand to his stomach, before he rubbed it gingerly as he mused, 'I don't know what you are, or why I have full command of whatever it was that Tom wanted you to do to me, Creature, but I don't care. Even now, I can feel you inside of me; not just some lowly parasite living in my belly like a tapeworm, but something much more…'

Looking back at his reflection, Harry's lips twitched again as he saw his left eye had turned into the black-sclera-gold-iris look from the graveyard, while Harry kept himself focused as he thought, 'If I had to guess what you've done to me, I'd say that, as far as you're concerned, I'm your new home. A hive that you can grow fat on, nourishing your demonic appetite for magic and the essences of others, but, in return, your rent for living inside of me is that I control your power. All you've done is flipped my moral switches, so that I welcome the power and the darkness, instead of fighting it like some kind of cheesy comic book hero turned bad who then goes good because of love or friendship or some claptrap excuse, right?'

His left eye winked, while Harry felt a strange warmth bubbling up inside of his belly, almost as though the central essence of the creature inside of him knew his thoughts and agreed with them.

At the same time, Harry's thoughts burned with amusement, 'Huh…so, I guess, even though we're one, you can still hear my thoughts, then?'

Left-eye-blink.

'And I control them too?'

Blink.

'Is it possible for anyone to take you out of me?'

Two blinks, which Harry guessed meant no.

'I'm stuck with you forever?'

One blink; yes.

'Good.'

Smiling again, Harry saw his eye return to normal before he turned to the other two, masking his casual attitude behind a yawn as he groaned, "You know, I've always wondered why this journey can't go any faster. I mean, it's not like there aren't stops along the route, so, by rights, we should be going Bullet Train fast, right?"

"It doesn't help this is a steam train," drawled Hermione, earning a scoff from Harry.

"Some magical train."

"But, on the plus side, we get to nap, talk and enjoy the view when we can," argued Ron, earning a shrug from Harry, before Ron looked up at Harry as he added, "Also, thanks for not mocking me about Delacour's kiss back at school, mate."

"You're welcome."

"You know, personally, I don't know why, but I bet she probably prefers someone like you, Harry," added Ron, earning a shrug from Harry.

"Look at the evidence, mate; Malfoy, both senior and junior, plus Fleur and the Second Task, plus Lockhart…I guess I've just got a thing for the blond kind, though, unlike Ferret Features, I definitely prefer girls…maybe you should think of going blonde, Hermione."

"Fat chance," laughed Hermione, closing her book as she asked, "Don't I get enough flack for being a bookworm at school as a brunette, Harry? If I went blonde, they'd probably expect me to go around in a skimpy cheerleader's outfit, putting on a like, totally, fake American Daddy's girl accent!"

She actually did put on an accent as she said the last part, earning flinches from the other two, as Harry laughed, "Ouch, do us a favour, Mione; please don't do that voice again."

"Like you said, I'm disappointed in myself, Harry," laughed Hermione, running a hand through her hair as she added, "But all joking aside, I hate the blonde look on girls, especially because you can always tell if they're really genuine blondes or nothing more than a bunch of hair-dyed phonies. I'm perfectly happy being brunette."

"You certainly look better than a blonde, Hermione," argued Ron, earning a soft laugh from Harry as he shook his head.

"You two…seriously; you need to deal with this whole love-hate thing between you; Ron, if you like Hermione, whether she's like a sister to us or not, just say it already. I mean, why else would you be so green with envy about her back at the Ball? You finally got a chance to see the real Hermione and, unlike your farce of a moment in Snivellus' class, you saw the real woman she was…and then your man-brain took over…"

"And we took that out on you, Harry…have we apologised for that?" asked Hermione, earning a shrug from Harry.

"No, but don't worry: something tells me it won't be happening again in a hurry…in the meantime, I hope none of us allows Tom's return to put a dampener on our summer, especially since I don't have to worry about a twenty-mile-covering phone-call scream coming home again."

Ron's ears turned red.

Though, at the same time, Harry saw Hermione's hand slide into his, where Ron gripped her hand tightly, if not comfortingly, as the trio shared a moment of reminiscing amusement regarding the point Harry had made.

At the same time, however, Harry smiled to himself as he noticed the gesture between his honorary siblings;

'Okay, I know I technically told them to get it over with, but, even so…it's about damn time!'

BMP

"So…see you soon?"

"If I know some peoples' trains of thought, perhaps even sooner than you might think," argued Harry, watching as Ron and Hermione left side-by-side, both of them clearly growing more-comfortable in the presence of the other. As he watched them leave, Harry allowed himself a thin smile as he saw how his two newest acolytes were continuing to grow more-used to the influences of his dark power.

All thanks to whoever, or whatever, was using him as its new home.

Moving off in the other direction, Harry passed through the barrier, a small part of him suspecting that Sirius was going to be waiting on the Muggle side of the barrier, if only to avoid a scene with all the freaks, naysayers and insects.

'Or, to put it another way, dinner ingredients,' thought Harry amusingly, which earned him another warm pulse from the thing inside of him.

As he patted his stomach, however, masking his amusement behind a look that, to the casual observer, would indicate he was getting hungry, he smiled, a genuine smile, when he heard the voice he'd expected to hear.

"Harry!"

"Hi Sirius," said Harry, moving towards his godfather, who looked much better than the last time Harry had seen him; he'd even had a shave and a haircut and invested in some new robes.

Ah, what a difference two days can make.

As the Black Lord hugged his godson, however, Harry gulped hard before, in a voice so low that he doubted even Moony's werewolf hearing could have picked it up, he whispered one word.

"Sorry…"

His hand moved towards a piece of Sirius' exposed skin…

"You don't have to do that…my Master…"

Harry's hand froze, before he pulled away from Sirius as he looked up, seeing Sirius smiling with a mixture of acceptance and sincerity before he winked slyly as he told Harry, "Yes, I said that, pup, but, let's get one thing straight here: you are, and will always ever be the only one I say it to."

"S…S…Sirius…" whispered Harry, again feeling a familiar warmth surge through him, before he asked, "You…you know about my power? About what I've become?"

"I should," said Sirius, before he surprised Harry when he patted the boy's stomach before he winked slyly again as he went on in a firm voice.

"Especially since I might have been the one to give the thing in your tummy to old Snake Face in the first place…not that he knew it was me, mind."

Chapter 3 and…huh? What the…how…is it…did he just…the thing inside Harry: it…it's from Sirius?

How did he manage that?

How did Voldemort not know it was him?

What will this mean for what comes next?

Keep Reading to Find Out

Next Chapter: Sirius Secrets are revealed, changing the future once and for all; also, Harry decides to deal with some unfinished business, which leads to a true horror story coming to a drab, seemingly-dull and ordinary little hamlet…oh well, who cares? It's just the Muggles, right?

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AN: Romione

So, even though the last chapter hinted otherwise, I'm going to confirm it now.

YES!

My plan for our corrupted heroes IS for a Dark Romione pairing to be part of this story; let's face it: good, they had no chance.

But enthralled by evil…well, possibilities are endless, right?