Chapter 19

After another four hours of baking, Harry finishes and looks at his handy work.

Even with his father sending out platter after platter of sweets to everyone in the hotel, the kitchen was packed to bursting, leaving not a single inch of space uncovered by the sweet confectionary.

Harry rubs his face in exasperation and with a wave of his hands sends green tinged shadows to grab and transport the desserts to his friends outside of the hotel.

Soon enough the kitchen is empty as if Harry hadn't just spent hours baking in a frenzy and making the whole place into a diabetics worst nightmare.

With a weary sigh Harry exits the kitchen with Vanna trying to comfort her host, outside the dining room Harry runs into Husker who simply takes one look at the kid and immediately turns around and walks back up the stairs to his booze.

Harry chuckles at this, he follows Husker up the stairs and heads towards his room where he plans to curl up in his comforter and sleep until lunch the next day.

As Harry slept a shadow leaves him and heads towards the border being seen by no one.

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The shadow makes it to the underworld circle and begins to head to Ulmars castle, moving from shadow to shadow making sure no one follows it or realizes it's there.

Soon enough it arrives at the castle and sneaks in, looking for the misshapen owner.

Ulmar unaware of his visitor is busy with a volatile mixture he was designing for his new war suit but he was trying to make sure that the engine could handle a higher concentration for sustained flight. Just as he was adding in the final portion of his mixture that required the most observation and critical eye for measuring, the shadow springs forward and a hooded pale figure grasp Ulmar by his throat and pins him to the wall.

The table and the chemical mixture fall to the floor and slowly start melting the flagstones as if they where little more then snow before a fire.

The figure and Ulmar don't even look at the mixture, Ulmar struggles with the figures hand around his throat while the figure sneers down on the pathetic misshapen creature in his hands.

Red eyes blazing, the sound of slithering scales across stone and the shadows darkening to the point almost all light has been swallowed by them, the figure hisses out this sentence.

"I am to be leaving this retched place soon, and I do not plan toreturn, so what reason if any should I spare your pathetic life filth."

The hissing of the words doesn't hide the contempt and loathing the figure has for Ulmar.

Still struggling with the hand around his throat, Ulmar lifts one of his metal hands to point at a sizable and secure door, to the right of the figure. With a scoff the figure without even loosening his grip drags Ulmar across the wall and uses him to push the door open, crushing the door and almost killing Ulmar, leaving him in immense pain.

What was on the other side was something that made a wide sharp smile cruel smile spread across the figures face.

"Make more, enough to equip an army before I leave and I will spare your life worm."

The figure throws Ulmar at the frame holding the elegant armor up, crumpling to the floor Ulmar whimpers, and with a flourish, the figure and the armor disappear.

Ulmar simply shivered and whimpered for a couple more minutes before pulling out a small octagon shaped object, after injecting a bit of mana into it the sound of music fills the air before a beam of light hits Ulmar.

With a groan Ulmar gets up, healed from his visitors handling, and heads back into the room he had been making his fuel mixture, with trembling hands he picks up the table and pulls out the schematics for the armor, knowing if he didn't finish in time, he would experience a painful death depriving the underworld of his brilliant mind.

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The figure reappears in the ring of greed, in a old and run down warehouse, the walls covered in the viscera of previous deaths.

With a wave of the figures hand the armor moves to a corner of the warehouse and stays there floating, the figure then seems to float to another corner and pulls apart what looks like a pile of meat scraps thrown away and left to rot.

From the pile the figure pulls out three heads, each one belonging to the Dursley family, Dudley Dursley's head the most well preserved placed at the head of the armor, Vernon Dursley's head placed in the armors stomach, and Petunia Dursley's head placed at the feet of the armor. The figure then takes a small vile out of his robes and places a drop of the oily like substance from the vile onto each head, making a trail of rainbow colored smoke waft from the heads as all the meats and flesh dissolve, leaving nothing but their skulls.

The figure then begins to chant and collect the rainbow smoke before seemingly addressing the skulls.

"In life your hatred and bigotry lead to the death of an innocent and powerful being, in death you will serve them and be their harbinger of pain and the inevitable end."

The smoke the collected starts to circle the armor and dissolve the skulls into a sludge the seeps into the armor.

"You will now serve those you hated and be their deliverance of what is the true order of the world."

The smoke slowly starts to end and the sludge finishes seeping into the armor as the figure finishes their declaration.

"And so you shall be forever more until your duty is finished, come arbiter of judgement and serve your master, Lord Voldemort!"

Thrusting out his hands Voldemort's hood falls back showing off his pale bald head, the gleaming maniac filled eyes, the slitted nostrils and small holes where ears used to be, with a smile that showed fangs and a mouth filled with snakes teeth.

With an almost bomb like force, the air around the armor is pushed away, destroying the wall it was next to, and making Voldemort stagger, but his smile never leaves.

The armor, once black with red highlights along the arms legs and chest, is now green and silver, it's once horned helm with a crown of spikes has been made into a smooth blank helm colored green and flowing silver tracks.

The silver makes a smooth trail from the top of the bell to its neck, making curved smooth lines dance across the helm.

The only other thing on the helm are the dark and empty eye holes, shaped perfectly to resemble a snakes eye in structure, but left and hollow.

The shoulder guards and chest piece went from having jagged, sharp corners and lines to being made as smooth and curved as the helm, green with silver swirls and tracks dancing across them, form fitting and tapering near the waist the chest armor went from a multi piece armor to a singular piece of metal.

The clawed hands and feet of the armor tips once colored red now where nothing more then bladed arms, long and imposing pieces that made it clear this armor was designed to kill and nothing more. Even the feet had sharp pointed ends that ment if it hit you, you would have a new hole, the smooth curved lines of silver making the blades shine and draw the eye.

The legs where the greatest change, no longer thick and bulbous, these legs almost resembled a crickets legs, thin and bent backwards, larger then the rest of the armor.

This armor was ment for speed and slicing anything that got in its way, leaving nothing but death and blood behind it.

Raising his hand, Voldemort beckoned the armor forward, with nary a sound, silent as the night, the armor came forward and knelt before its master, awaiting its orders.

Without even speaking Voldemort places his hand on the armors head and in a flash of hell fire, it disappears, a symbol on His palm glowing slightly before his hand drops back to his side. He finally had a unquestionable loyal follower that didn't need to sleep or eat, and the ability to make more, after all, condemned souls weren't the easiest to get while he was alive.

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Vanna woke Harry up as his alarm blared trying to wake him up for the day, Harry simply grumbled and tried to turn away from the prodding.

Vanna have a wicked smile and without warning chains deputed out from Harry and started to drag him out of his room and towards the bathroom, Harry immediately stopped trying to go back to sleep and started trying to stop his pull towards the bathroom.

"Vanna no!!! You are not shoving me in the bathtub!! You always make it to cold, I don't care that you like it, it sucks!"

All Harry hears is Vanna chuckle, then he's hit with a wall of cold and his ears is filled with the sound of splashing.