Carnage time, hope you're ready for it. Enjoy!
Chaos Born: Destiny Undone
Chapter 23: An End to so much.
It came suddenly, no movement, no guidance, just a wash of energy. Eight of the twelve aurors were flayed in a shower of blood and skin, their screams erupted as each one, still living began grasping at their bloody exposed muscles. The remaining four, which included Madam Bones, were lifted into the air, and violently pulled inside out, their screams dying into gibbering wails as they passed.
Horror and disbelief washed over the crowd. That disbelief soon melted away into panic and terror.
Screams started to erupt as Harry began advancing.
In a blur of motion he was on Fudge, seizing the Minister by the throat.
"Wait! Harry!" Fudge screamed in panic.
"You killed him!" Harry snarled, before gnashing his teeth and biting into Fudge's neck, drinking down the Minister's blood.
Dumbledore drew his wand, aiming it at Harry, only for Fleur to appear between them, her wings erupting from her back in a brilliant flourish as she ripped off the necklace concealing her true form.
For a singular moment, the entire crowd and all onlookers were left absolutely mesmerized as she unleashed her Allure upon them. Not even Dumbledore could resist the raw power of her radiant aura. He found himself unable to react as his mind was drawn towards her form, taking in the exquisite beauty before him.
Up in the stands, the only people not affected by Fleur's allure was the three other Demonesses, Luna, and Gabrielle, everyone else stood in slackjawed amazement at the literal angel before them. Most temporarily forgetting Harry's murder of the Aurors, or his attack on Fudge.
"Tracey, get my sister, have her, Luna, Hermione, and Gabrielle make a run for the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Tell them to get away from here! Harry's sanity is barely holding together, and I don't know how much control Olivia is going to have here in a moment!" Daphne commanded her friend. Tracey nodded and quickly began shoving through the crowd towards where Astoria stood, stopping for a moment to grab Hermione and Gabrielle and drag them with, Luna following close behind, having heard Daphne's command.
Daphne meanwhile continued to push through the crowd, Olivia already ahead of her, stalking with full blown demonic intent. She too tore away her concealment necklace, and unfurled her wings from her back.
A hellish snarl filled the air, as Harry tossed Fudge's lifeless corpse to the ground. His eyes blazed as he locked his focus onto Dumbledore, the man still lost in Fleur's brilliant allure.
He rushed forward, crossing the distance between them, intent on reaching the old Headmaster as a sickening suspicion danced in his brain.
From Fudge, Harry had learned who had spilled the information about Sirius, it was Lucius Malfoy. Lucius had come to Fudge earlier that day and told him everything. Where Sirius was, how he was in league with Harry, how Harry was sheltering him within the Black ancestral home, how Harry was party to Sirius' crimes, and had even enslaved Tracey Davis, and Daphne Greengrass using Slave Brands. He had told him everything. Harry knew how Malfoy had known about the Slave Brands, he was just surprised it took him this long to actually do something with it. He'd been eerily silent all this time, waiting to use that information to his advantage. The part that he questioned was how Lucius knew where Sirius would be, and that he was hiding in Grimmauld Place.
Harry had a theory about that.
Since the Second Task, Harry knew that Dumbledore was trying to get control over him, to get him to rely on the old man, or open up to him. It's why he wanted the merfolk to kidnap Fleur and Gabrielle so Harry would accept Dumbledore's help in freeing them, thus endearing the old man to him, opening up further attempts to manipulate him.
When that failed he didn't simply give up. Harry knew the old goat well enough to know he wasn't just going to give up. He couldn't get anything from Harry, couldn't get anything from Olivia, and he couldn't get anything from Sirius. He had no avenue to regain control over Harry, or endear himself to Olivia.
And the old man learned from his mistakes. He had seen Harry's reaction after the task. He must have suspected that Harry knew of his involvement which is why he hadn't approached him directly in months.
Dumbledore learned from his mistakes. Lucius may have been the one who told Fudge about Sirius and the Slave brands, but who told Lucius about Sirius?
The answer was simple, and it wasn't Dumbledore. He'd learned from his past mistakes, and likely ensured there were multiple degrees of separation between him and the source of the problem.
He didn't tell Lucius, he told Snape. The only question was, did Snape tell Lucius because Dumbledore ordered him to, or simply because Snape hated both Sirius and Harry, and wanted to get back at Harry for hurting Draco?
Harry grabbed the old man by his robes, breaking his sight-line to Fleur and forcing the man to his knees.
Dumbledore blinked, his senses returning to him, his eyes filling with horror, when he saw Harry's hellish visage looming over him.
"Fawkes!" Dumbledore cried, a burst of fire, lit the air, the Phoenix dove down towards them, intent on seizing Dumbledore and teleporting the man to safety. Harry's eyes briefly flickered up to the bird as it closed in on them, only for a killing curse infused with warp power to strike the phoenix down, sending it crashing into the grass. The curse had come from Daphne who was closing in on him, already Olivia stood behind him, ready to launch into an attack if anyone broke out of Fleur's allure.
Within an instant, Fawkes was gone, reduced to a cloud of ashes. Being a phoenix it would return soon, but not soon enough to save Dumbledore.
The old man let out a pained gasp as Harry forced him to his knees.
"You're not going anywhere you old goat!" Harry snarled at the man.
"Harry, please… don't do this!" Dumbledore tried to plead.
"My Godfather is dead because of you! I was moments of away from saving him! I had him Dumbledore, I had Pettigrew! I was moments away from freeing him, and you got him killed! I know you did! I fucking know it!" Harry snarled at the man, causing him to blink in confusion.
"The Triwizard cup was a portkey, it took Fleur and I to a Graveyard in Little Hangleton. Voldemort was there. I killed him. Again! You know who else was there? Moody, the one who obviously forced me into this tournament, and who else? That's right, Peter Fucking Pettigrew. I had him! Had it not been for you, Sirius would be a free man now. He'd be free, and all would have been set right, but you prevented that. You stopped it from happening! All to regain some measure of control over me! All so that you could use me to kill Voldemort. Tell me Dumbledore, what is there left to say? What could you possibly say that will change what's about to happen to you?" Harry frothed at the man, his face twisted in rage, appearing almost inhuman.
"I am sorry Harry. Truly I am. Sirius was a good man. Please, you are angry, I know this, allow me the chance to explain. You must understand, there are forces at work here, things beyond myself and Voldemort, things you don't understand. It may not seem like it, but my actions were and have always been necessary. For the preservation of the magical world. I had to do these things. Much there is that I regret, yet if I could do it all over again, I would, because it was necessary. Please… let me explain." Dumbledore tried to rationalize it, tried to impress the importance of his actions. He didn't know what Harry knew, but it was obvious Harry blamed him for this so he had to find a way out of this situation.
"No. No I don't think I will. You see… I've wanted to kill you for a good long while now, and thankfully, I can get everything I could possibly need to know, from you're wretched corpse. Make no mistake Dumbledore, I don't want you to die without knowing this, this society, this magical world you were trying to preserve, it's done. Gone! I will burn this fucking castle to the ground for what you've done! I'll burn this entire country to the ground for this! Everything you've worked for, all of it, it means nothing! I'm the one who will change things! I'm the one who will rewrite the book! There will come a day, when I finally understand just what I am, to bad you wont be there to see it." Harry snarled at the man, Dumbledore seemed shocked by his words, but Harry didn't care to entertain the bastard any longer.
Dumbledore tried to speak again but as he did, Harry threw his head back and opened his mouth wide. From his throat his proboscis emerged. Dumbledore's eyes widened in horror as the appendage arched upward, flexing as it prepared to strike, in his last moment, all he could do was wonder how things had gone so terribly wrong? The only answer was the start of this year, had Harry not been kidnapped, he'd still be the same pliable, easily manipulated young man that he was last year. Perhaps that was where the problem lay. Perhaps it had been a mistake to leave him with the Dursleys. As his death closed in, he allowed himself a moment of relief. If Harry truly intended to do as he said, than his mission was done. The magical populace would be sundered. The Observers would be satisfied. Harry would rage, and one day someone would defeat him. He hadn't intended for Sirius to die, only to be captured, and Dumbledore would swoop in at the last second to save him by revealing the truth about Pettigrew. He'd long had evidence of it, he could have saved Sirius at any moment, but he held onto that card, to play it when needed. He didn't understand where Fudge had gotten this idea that Harry was involved in those murders, nor did he understand the part about him having slaves, unfortunately he'd never know, never understand it. Maybe those girls? Yes that would make sense. Still, it ultimately didn't matter. Harry would carry out the culling. He would do what was needed. Dumbledore didn't want to die, but if nothing else, at least his mission would be seen through to the end, the magical populace would be allowed a few more centuries of peace and survival.
Those were the old headmaster's last thoughts as the proboscis arched down and pierced through the roof of Dumbledore's skull. Olivia, Daphne, Fleur, and now Tracey watched with demonic glee as Harry drank the brain from Dumbledore's skull. Harry swallowed down the ancient gray matter of the old headmaster, taking in his thoughts and memories as he did. Though they caught sight of it, Luna ushered away Hermione, Astoria, and Gabrielle before going after them, she wasn't a fighter, and she knew there was a lot of fighting about to be had. Even if she wasn't there in person, she'd remain by Harry's side in his mind, holding him and offering what comfort she could in this terrible moment.
Harry knew that Dumbledore was involved in Sirius' death, he knew it. Despite his certainty, he still searched the old man's mind for answers.
He saw the old man's conversation with his godfather, a chat that went nowhere, as Sirius stonewalled him. In the background of the fire call, he could hear Jackson and Bethany talking about going to the park the following day. Dumbledore, brought it up, in that goodly, grandfatherly way of his to try and lower one's guard. Mentioning that it was a kind thing to give the kids some reprieve from being trapped in the house all the time, but that Sirius should be careful, terrible things would happen if he got caught.
Sirius dismissed his concern, telling Dumbledore they'd be alright and not to worry about it. Dumbledore still had problems at Hogwarts to focus on after all. Dumbledore agreed and ended the call. He then turned to Snape who'd been standing behind him the entire time, listening in on the call.
"Severus… I need you to do something for me." Dumbledore began.
"Has the dog run out his usefulness?" Snape responded, apparently sensing where this was going.
"No, he still has great uses for us. With his capture, Harry and Olivia will have no choice but to accept my help. It is a gamble yes, but knowing Cornelius like I do, he'll want to make a spectacle of Sirius' end. So… reach out to your old friend, and let us roll the dice. We are running out of time to regain control over them. The Dark Lord's return is near, and the best way of removing both Harry and Voldemort from the board is to have the former under control while we deal with the latter." Dumbledore expressed.
"Headmaster… what if you're wrong about Potter? His ever-growing distance, shapes into greater concern, and we still have not fully sussed out his range of magical abilities. There's also his growing harem who are displaying unnatural signs of power." Snape voiced his concerns.
"If we are not careful Severus, than Harry may one day rise to take Voldemort's place. We cannot allow that to happen. Voldemort is a wild animal, his desires are simple, and easily directed. Harry though… Harry is different. He is far too intelligent, and willful. There is a cruelty in him. When he unleashes his rage he leaves nothing behind. Our investigations of the Merpeople village show signs of fighting, and their distinct absence, I fear they were not simply runoff. We musn't allow him to continue growing in power. If he continues along this path, there is a good chance that he will earn the direct attention of the Observers and bring ruin to us all. We must regain control over him, and use that control to find a way to kill him." Dumbledore stated with tired conviction.
"I do not doubt the need Headmaster, merely that this may not go how we imagine." Snape stated as he turned to leave.
"I know Severus, but we must take the risk. So much effort, so much time and energy, it cannot all go to waste on the whims of an angry child. Our survival demands we control these incidents. This is a risk we must take." Dumbledore affirmed as his longtime confidant retreated from the room to fulfill his task.
Harry pulled back from the memory, his hate boiling with hellish vigor.
Olivia watched Harry curiously as he dropped Dumbledore's body from his hands and retracted his proboscis.
He stood stock still for several long moments, digesting the thoughts and memories of the old man, and taking in what he knew.
"Harry?" Olivia inquired.
Slowly, his hands came to his head, tears streaming from his eyes. He had known it, known that it was Dumbledore, but seeing it for himself, knowing for certain that it was just another malicious act to try and gain control over him, his heart tore to shreds.
A scream of rage built in Harry's throat as each of his chaos markings blazed with otherworldly fury.
Power exploded out of him, his scream reinforced by power from the warp.
The crowd was broken from their enthrallment as Harry's power overwhelmed Fleur's aura. They snapped out of their trances, just in time to see Dumbledore's corpse at Harry's feet before the wave of energy struck them.
The teachers in the field could hardly react as they were torn from their feet and thrown meters back. The crowd in the stands was thrown away by the wave, some standing at the back, toppling over the stands to fall to the ground several feet below.
Parts of the stands buckled from the force of the wave. Chunks of wood, and pieces of cloth tore free, striking onlookers with force.
Harry's hatred boiled alongside his tears. Reality itself seemed to quake under the assault of his powers. In his mind's eye he continued to see them. The shadows of the gods. They leered over him, encouraging what was about to happen.
"Kill them all!" Harry snarled into the minds of his servants.
All four daemons shuddered at the words, as they pierced their minds. Daphne was the first to react, she approached him, standing in front of him, her hands coming up to his face.
"Harry." She spoke, that one word, speaking a full conversation. She needed certainty, she wanted to help him, to satiate his rage, but she didn't want him to regret his actions, to make a mistake out of rage.
He could not form words through his tears and rage. Instead he reflected her gesture taking her head in his hands and pulling it to his forehead.
While she wasn't the best at verbal communication, her mental abilities far exceeded her fellow daemons. Harry couldn't shape the words, but he could show her the truth.
In a moment, she understood. She saw what Harry had seen, and she understood what he'd learned. She had been with him for so long, she understood what he must be feeling. To lose Sirius at this point at this junction, with Peter Pettigrew in hand, he was devastated. Her heart wept for him. He had just defeated Voldemort again, and these people had the audacity to cheer for the death of his family. He was barely holding onto any semblance of rationality. Never in his considerably long life had he been this angry. The only two times that came close was when he destroyed the merpeople village for their attempt on Gabrielle and Fleur, though that had been a cold focused fury, and the other time was when this all began seemingly a lifetime ago, in Abigail McTash's house, the day he was first reborn. That had been the only other time he'd truly lost himself to his rage. Now though, now he was so far beyond that. His own life had always held little value to him. Not that he wanted to die, but he'd suffered for so long it was hard to spur his emotions in regards to his own suffering, but this, taking Sirius, the camel's back had thoroughly been broken.
For a brief moment she took note of something else, something foreign within Harry's mind. It was like a presence. Human, and difficult to describe. It was powerful, yet weak. Immense in it's mental scope, yet surprisingly small, fragile even, delicate. It was difficult to grasp at first, almost like someone, a powerful psychic was there with them, watching through Harry's eyes. She wasn't sure though, the presence was buried under Harry's emotions, and those came tumbling out with such ferocity it was easy to get lost in them. For now, she'd leave that alone, and focus on Harry.
She didn't need to know anything more. These people had to die. Harry would not regret any of this, save for maybe a smidgen here or there, but she'd handle that herself. Turning towards the crowd which was roughly pulling itself up, some already beginning to flee, she spoke.
"Capture Snape, and Draco. Alive and unspoiled. Tracey, take control of all those who's names I'm sending you, plus some extra. Olivia, Fleur, kill whomever you wish." Daphne instructed, a plan already forming in her mind. Despite Harry's rage and obvious lack of care for Britain anymore, she still saw a path towards satiating his anger, while also allowing their plans for a new faction to rise from the ashes.
"Do as you wish… I just want blood." Harry growled, recognizing that his wife probably had an idea or a plan, and it was probably a good one, he just didn't care to know it at this point. His pain was to much, his rage to great. These people, their elation at the death of his beloved Godfather, it sickened him more than anything ever had. Sirius was a good man, a good person. He was understanding, and kind. He was loving and playful. Harry had long seen him as the father he'd never had. Any hope for the future, any world he sought to build for his family, he no longer cared for it anymore. These people weren't worth his effort, they weren't worth Sirius' life.
This castle had once been a beacon of freedom for him, now he saw it only as the home of his greatest suffering. He wanted now, only to carve out it's foundations and set fire to the world around it.
His marks continued to blaze, as did the marks on each of his Daemonesses.
The hellspawn began to advance, Daphne filling their minds with names and faces, targets to avoid. By now, all four of them had shed their concealment, allowing their demonic visages to shine through. Their own hellish energies joined the radiant typhoon of Harry's filling that blackness with the pure malice of the warp.
In each of their own mind's eyes, they saw the grinning visage of their patrons, all of whom they were ready to feed fat with a great sacrifice.
McGonagal was the first to react at the sight of the advancing daemons. She didn't understand, not fully, but even without understanding, the dread she felt confirmed that if these four got their hands on them, if they got past her, then all those in the stands were at risk.
McGonagal launched several spells at them, all of which were blocked by a shield from Daphne.
Before any of the Daemons could react, Harry was past them, his movement explosive as he seemingly just appeared in the space between them and the teacher. He let out a hellish snarl, his wand already drawn as he began his offensive.
"Harry! Stop! Don't do this!" She spoke to him, yet her words didn't seem to reach him at all.
He launched spell after spell at her, ones that she blocked as she began to backpedal.
Another spell, and then another, he was forcing her on the retreat, keeping her backpedaling. His spellwork was flawless, no it was beyond flawless, his movements were masterful, beyond even her ability.
Any possible ideas for how to counter him, any plans she may have begun forming, they died in that moment.
All she could do was retreat and block his incoming spells.
It was heart-wrenching seeing the boy she'd known for years turned into this. A part of her couldn't help but conclude that it was the result of whatever that horrible witch had done to him in the summer before the start of the year that had led him down this road. It broke her heart as she saw so much of James and Lily in him. Even now, she didn't want to hurt him.
Harry, carried no such hesitance towards her. He maintained the barrage, keeping her on the back-foot.
He marched her several meters back before summoning a Boltok pistol into his free hand, raising and firing.
The bullet struck true, McGonagall's head snapping back as the powerful round sailed through her skull, her eyes going wide in surprise.
She fell into a heap on the ground, Harry's stride remaining unbroken, his gaze locked onto Snape who gaped in disbelief at the sight before joining with the crowd as hundreds began to flee in panic and terror.
The death of McGonagal was what really started the stampede.
Hundreds began running, most heading towards the castle itself but some broke for the surrounding grounds.
"Why am I avoiding these people?" Olivia questioned, summoning her spear to her hand as she prepared to attack.
"I want Tracey to parisitize them with her plaga. That'll grant us control over them, and allow for our future plans for this country to continue while satiating Harry's need for revenge." Daphne responded as Flitwick began to cast spells at them.
"I see. Fair enough." Olivia hummed before launching into the air. The Charms professor's jaw dropped at the sight of her taking flight, he barely managed to throw up a shield to try and block her, but it did very little, her strength and speed were simply too great. She dove down towards him, striking the ground with explosive force, kicking up dirt and debris, while launching Flitwick off his feet. In a swift motion, she caught the half-goblin by the foot and flung his body hard into a post, breaking his spine and neck, killing him instantly.
Most of the other teachers had already begun running, Flitwick remained the last of the truly brave.
Many children fell in the crush, getting trampled as the students and faculty fled for their lives.
Olivia flew into the crowd, striking out with her spear, and her chain, blood erupted like a geyser and the screams of panic soon became overwhelming. The only thing that kept the Khornite daemon in check was that mental checklist of people to avoid killing, otherwise, she ended every life in her path, it didn't matter who they were.
Tracey was quickly catching up, grabbing onto fallen students. With a playful smile she forced mutant plaga down their throats.
They screamed and thrashed as she pulled the parasites from her body and rammed them down their throats. She'd then rise and go on to the next, leaving her victim to thrash and claw at their throat as they were parasitized.
As she moved on to the next her sweater bloated around the midsection as her mouthed stomach expanded, her children creeping out
She halted and gifted the trio of nurglings a smile before pulling several plaga parasites from her body giving one to each of them.
The nurglings cradled the plaga in their stumpy little arms like they were cherished gifts, and happily joined their mother in spreading her gifts to those around them.
Fleur kept beside Harry as he targeted and killed anyone who raised their wand against him. In one hand he carried his wand, in the other a boltok pistol. Gunshots resounded through the night piercing the screams of the crowds as they fled up to the castle
The slaughter continued as the students poured into the castle, running into it's interior, Hogwarts students, Beauxbatons, Durmstrang, Ministry employees or reporters here to witness the final act of the Triwizard Tournament, all were present, all racing into the castle to try and hide, many, especially the adults making the worst mistake of their lives. The castle may have been a fortification, but it meant little when the enemy could just follow you inside, and even worse the anti-apparition wards were up around the school, meaning those same adults coming to seek shelter inside would soon realize they'd just backed themselves into a corner with no way out.
Snape made it into the great hall, stopping for a moment to catch his breath, screams tore up from the entrance and he turned just in time to see three seventh years, two boys and a girl go down in a shower of blood, a hellish sound grinding through the air. The sound of a roaring chainsaw that carried the distinct, soul-wrenching noise of screams intermingled. Olivia stooped to pick up one of the bisected teens, taking a moment to admire their corpse, with an eerie awareness she side stepped a spell from behind, turning and dropping the body as she did. She spotted Professor Babbling already preparing another spell.
Olivia rushed the attacking teacher, pinning her against the wall with one arm, and driving the other into her chest.
With a sickening squelch she tore the woman's lung from her chest and dropped her to the ground. Never one for cruelty, for cruelty's sake, Olivia finished her off by bringing her foot down onto her head.
She then turned, spotting several first and second years cowering nearby in horrified disbelief.
She tilted her head curiously at them before moving to attack a fifth year Gryffindor who raised his wand at her.
Harry advanced into the castle not far behind Olivia, Fleur right by his side, Daphne and Tracey not far behind. A sixth year boy lifted his wand at him, but Harry easily countered the attack.
Harry sent a pulse of magic that knocked the boy's wand out of his hand. He then continued past him without a care.
The boy stared after Harry in fear and disbelief only to be met by Fleur who drove her stinger into his chest. He began screaming in an instant, his wails of pain filling the air as he violently spasmed on the ground.
Harry continued forward, fighting against a group of Dumstrang boys, he traded spells with them for a moment before his body exploded into a crowd of kryll that rushed forward and tore the boys limb from bloody limb. They went down screaming and clawing at the attacking creatures that pulled their flesh open and tore out strands of muscle.
Daphne stopped at the entrance to the Great Hall, turning her gaze in towards Snape who still stood in the room, watching from near to the High Table.
She turned and began to advance, intent on capturing the man and gifting him to Harry.
Students cried out and moved, many hiding beneath the tables. Snape began to run, somehow registering that he couldn't beat Daphne in a straight fight. With a hard tap of her staff she unleashed a pulse of magic that sent the surrounding tables flying, upturning them and knocking aside the cowering students beneath, many were struck in the event, their screams filling the chamber. Snape himself was thrown back against the high table, allowing for just enough time for Daphne to clear the distance across the hall, and prepare another attack against him. He drew his wand and quickly began to fight back.
Elsewhere, screams poured throughout the castle as fighting continued, people were running everywhere, trying desperately to find a hiding place.
Out in the halls, Tracey knelt over a young girl, probably no older than twelve, she screamed and begged as Golgus moved towards her mouth, carrying a plaga parasite.
"Please, please!" She shrieked but Tracey merely hummed and leaned over her.
"Don't be afraid. This is a gift. You should be happy. You're being welcomed into the grandfather's embrace. It's okay, even if you are afraid. Change can be scary. Don't worry, you wont be afraid soon." Tracey whispered, before grabbing her face, forcing the girl's mouth open to allow Golgus to force the parasite down her throat.
Back down in the Great Hall, Karkaroff lay dead, his body split in two. He had come running into the chamber, his wand shattered in an overly brief dual with Harry. He rounded the corner just in time to catch a spell from Daphne that sliced him down the middle.
Snape had his back to the wall as he tried to fend off Daphne.
None of his spells got through her defenses, a few Slytherin students tried to help, or attack Daphne when her back was turned, but they died with ruthless ease. At their attack she threw up a shield then lifted her hand into the air, using A Call Beyond, her hand ignited into light, and after a brief charge, two dozen streaming balls of white flame exploded out of her palm and raced across the hall, blasting ashen holes into those students too foolish to simply run.
With a moment of reprieve provided by his students, Snape tried once more, using the killing curse this time to try and end her life outright, she side stepped the attack with an almost practiced ease.
She then tapped her staff to the floor. A loud sound resonated in the hall, and in a moment, a rush of energy was felt by Snape, concentrated on his wand.
The rush built, until his wand suddenly exploded, taking most of his hand with it.
Snape let out a pained scream as he dropped to his knees, clutching at his now mangled hand.
He saw Daphne's shadow pass over him, he lifted his eyes to stare up into her blazing blues.
"Why? Why are you doing this?" Snape questioned her.
"You hurt Harry. You hurt my husband. Why wouldn't I do this? Especially to one of the men responsible." Daphne replied as if it was the simplest thing in the world.
Snape started to speak, to say something more, but she silenced him with a spell, knocking him unconscious.
She stared down at him for a moment before glancing back towards Tracey who skipped merrily into the room, followed by her giggling children along with Madame Maxime. Blood flowed from the eyes of the giantess, showing that she'd been parasitized already.
"How's your list going?" Daphne asked.
"Got a lot of them, still looking for more." Tracey hummed, scanning the room. She spotted one of her targets, a first year boy trapped under a table. She pointed at him, and Maxime began moving across the room. The removed the table and grabbed the boy, holding him while he screamed and begged, Tracey's children quickly racing over to climb the body of the Giantess and shove a parasite down his throat.
"I have Snape, we just need to find Draco." Daphne stated.
"Alright. So where is that annoying little twat?" Tracey inquired.
Daphne glanced around, spotting a cup with water still in it. She picked up the cup and channeled her power into the liquid. In the water she saw Draco cowering in the shadows. The only other part of the vision she could make out was that he was surrounded by books.
"The library." Daphne hummed with an educated guess.
"Oh goody, I'll go get him!" Tracey responded cheerfully. As she made her way to the entrance of the Great Hall, she was met by a troop of parasitized students, smiling brightly she began withdrawing plaga from her body, passing one or two to each before sending them off to continue infecting the school.
Daphne watched as this happened before turning her attention back to the unconscious Snape, with a cruel smirk she worked to collect him.
In the library Draco hid under a table, cowering as screams continued to fill the halls outside.
This was a nightmare, a bloody nightmare. This wasn't happening, it simply couldn't be happening.
He saw a bloody figure come skipping into the library, and he felt his bladder release as he heard his name be called.
"Draco! Where are you?" Tracey hummed, passing by tables that she flipped with ease, sending the children hiding beneath them fleeing in terror from her.
She ignored most of them, only fighting back when fought. A girl pulled her wand in terror, only to lose it when a tentacle burst out of Tracey's body and slashed her arm clean off.
Screams carried out for several minutes as Draco cowered in terror. Finally things went silent, but he felt no relief. Instead all he felt was a building dread as he lost track of Tracey.
"Hey Draco, what are you hiding from?" Tracey whispered from her place knelt beside him.
Draco let out a scream of panic and immediately began crawling away, trying to escape her.
She tossed the table aside and caught up to him, grabbing the terrified fool by the scruff of his neck.
"Hey there Draco, where were you going?" She questioned him with a chuckle.
Draco squirmed and tried to pull from her grasp but it was like iron.
She let out a playful giggle only for a spell to strike her in the arm, taking it off and dropping Draco to the ground.
She blinked in surprise, hardly noticing the pain, she turned her gaze to spot Madame Pince stepping out from behind a bookshelf, wand drawn, another spell already on her lips.
"Back away from him, monster!" She spoke.
"You're actually wasting precious seconds speaking to me?" Tracey asked incredulously.
She then shook her head and knelt down. The spell that Pince was preparing lurched forward, lancing through the air, only to impact and damage a plaga tentacle that erupted from Tracey's back to intercept the attack.
Tracey picked up her arm, and examined it curiously, already blackened biomass could be seen bubbling along her severed arm on both sides where it had been cut.
She hummed and then jammed the arm back onto the stump, the matter instantly reconnecting. Her reattached arm trembled as she rose back to her feet, fear and disbelief dancing onto the faces of all the students watching as well as Madame Pince.
Tracey's arm continued to shake as the skin began to undulate and split, her fingers reshaped into long bladed nails as the arm itself extended by several inches, layering with muscle as it did.
Tracey hummed in amusement as her body used the viruses within it to rapidly heal her injuries and reshape her limb in preparation for further attack.
She lifted her eyes to Pince and let out another playful chuckle, as she began to click her blade-like nails together as she advanced.
Pince prepared another spell, and again it was swatted away by a tentacle, the end of the tentacle erupting as it was impacted, but Tracey barely winced. To her it felt like little more than a pinch.
In an instant she closed the gap between her and Pince, driving her clawed hand into the Librarian's chest.
She hoisted her into the air and tossed her across the room, the librarian died as she impacted a bookcase and fell to land on her neck, filling the room with a sharp crack that once more ignited the student's panic.
Draco tried to crawl away as the many students began running again, only for Tracey to quickly race over to him, to collect him once more.
He screamed out in terror as she quickly searched him for his wand, which she pocketed before grabbing him by his robes and making for the exit.
Another student went down, blood spilling across the floor as Olivia carved the boy open from balls to brains.
She then turned her gaze, her eyes stopping on Neville Longbottom. She began to approach him, he immediately tried to speak, terror dancing in his voice.
"Olivia, please! Don't do this! What about our letters? We're friends! We're friends right?" He tried to say to her.
"Those letters meant the world to me, Longbottom. I just thought they were for someone else. If I'd know they were to you, they wouldn't have meant a thing." Olivia said to him, a touch of disappointment in her voice.
Neville blinked at that, then let out a shriek of terror as the bladed teeth of her chainsaw came rushing at his neck, decapitating the Longbottom heir.
Olivia stepped out into a hall, only to hear a scream that ended in silence. She passed down towards it to find Harry standing over his latest victim. Fleur was by his side, gently caressing his face, soothing him, while drinking in the pain and suffering all around her.
More and more of the students were infected by the plaga as Tracey kept giving them to more of her victims to then transfer to the uninfected. The screams were beginning to die down, most of those still living were in hiding now.
Harry remained silent for several long moments before turning to Fleur. "Go and retrieve our things from the Room of Requirement. I'll go and pack our stuff in the Chamber. We'll be leaving once we're done."
She nodded and quickly headed off, her body bursting into a cloud of particles that rushed through the halls up towards the seventh floor.
He then turned to Olivia. "Go… finish this. Once we're done here, we'll go and get Bethany and Jackson, and make the Ministry pay for taking away my Godfather."
Her eyes blazed as she nodded and resumed her hunt.
Harry made it down to the Girl's bathroom, ignoring the screams and continued panic of the students as the infected entities that Tracey had unleashed continued to wander the halls.
He made his way down and collected all of his things, namely the items his mother had left him, though he took a moment to steal most of Slytherin's personal library as well as take parts of the Basilisk's skeleton including a few of it's teeth which still held viable poison for future use. The last thing he grabbed was the portrait of Harry's mother which was shrunken down and placed within one of the trunks.
Once done he made his way back up towards Dumbledore's office. He forced his way inside using Dumbledore's memories to guide him as he searched for a secret compartment in the floor that hid Dumbledore's stash.
He found it and opened it, removing a trunk that he knew contained several items of value.
He shrunk it down and added it to the others before raiding the room for everything of value. All of the books that Dumbledore kept in his personal library, many of which were forbidden or ones he'd removed from the restricted section of the library for being too dangerous. He collected them all.
He also stole a few gadgets and gizmos he knew were valuable including the Pensieve, which he knew to be incredibly rare. His last stop was standing over the glass case containing the Sword of Gryffindor. He gave the sword a long look before smashing it and removing the legendary blade. Armed with it, he left that dreadful office for the last time.
By now, most of the people in the school were dead or parasitized, he arrived at the Great Hall to find his beloved Daemonesses waiting there for him. Filling the hall was a legion of infected people, mostly children, a few adults here and there. Close to two hundred of them in total. A devastating sign of just how deadly the advanced plaga strain within Tracey's body was. Probably around two-thirds of those who'd come to observe the third task had made it back to the castle, the rest having fled onto the grounds or towards Hogsmeade. The locals would be coming soon to figure out what had happened here.
These infected would be able to easily pass as human. They could talk, mimic emotions, they had their host's memories, they could act like them, perform the daily lives of a regular human. A plaga type, born of warp mutations and enhancements from the other viruses within Tracey's body created a deadly bioweapon. Most people would never notice anything wrong with them. Never notice the angry looks they'd send to the uninfected when they weren't looking. This army of infected, would soon have their parasites fully integrated with their bodies, and they'd start producing parasites of their own that when ordered too could be used to infect others. Though untested, it was likely that those infected with this newer strain of Plaga could remain undetected for years. Unlike older strains the infected were quite a bit more human, at least at first. No telling what would happen in the long-run. Mental faculties could begin breaking down, their could be further bodily harm as the parasite continued to grow and expand within their bodies, any number of things could and likely would go wrong in the future.
The brain of the infected was fully under the parasite's control now. The entity guided the will and thoughts of the human it controlled, meaning the person was still in there, they were still alive, but their every thought, every feeling, was now subservient to the will of the parasite, and the will that parasite adhered to, which in this case was Tracey's and Harry's.
Harry stared out over the crowd of infected. Taking in the scope of his own actions. Killing them, that was one thing. He'd done so much killing in his life that it hardly bothered him anymore. This was different though, and he took the moment to acknowledge it. All Harry had ever wanted was his freedom. To be who he wanted to be. To rise or fall off of his own merits. To have his own successes and failures, and live a life unburdened by the manipulations, plots or plans of those who around him. He wanted the choice of who to follow, the choice of who to believe in. To make the choice on who and what meant anything in his life and live with the consequences of those choices. That's all he'd ever truly wanted so long ago, and it shaped him deeply even to this day.
It was largely why he had no interest it trying to take over Britain. Could he do it, absolutely. Especially now, seeing this army of enslaved followers, he knew it'd be so easy to pull off. Therein lay the rub though, that thing that he had to acknowledge.
His one true desire was to be free, and yet here today, he'd allowed for the freedom of some hundreds of his fellow schoolmates to be stolen away forever. Ending their lives was one bag of worms, but it was an ending. It was definitive. In fact, it was even more of a certainty having them killed by his Daemonesses since he knew what their fate would be after their deaths. For those killed by the Daemons, their souls were either sent as offering to their patrons, or swiftly consumed by the Daemons themselves. It came so naturally to them, and it was something they unconsciously did whenever they killed. The only one of the four who didn't immediately start eating her victims was Fleur, instead her victim's souls got added to the reservoir of which she drew from when she painted. It was how she filled her works with the souls of her victims. Sometimes it was just one soul, sometimes it was many.
It was in the nature of Daemons to do this, so he knew what the future was for their murder victims. There was no guessing, there was no speculation on what would happen to their soul after it departed. He knew their fate, and it was to end up in the stomach of a Daemon. A fitting end, he noticed, for those who'd cheered a similar fate for Sirius.
Still, the issue remained. Well, less of an issue, as it had already been done and there was already no chance of undoing it as the parasites had already bonded to their nervous systems and were currently taking them over. Still he had to acknowledge it. He was a man who valued his freedom highly, and in his rage, he had taken it from so many people. Arguably the worst thing that could be done to them, if you were to ask Harry on most given days.
He acknowledged his actions, and acknowledged that they were in fact his actions. These Daemons were a part of him. They were his slaves. Their every action, good and ill was his own. Tracey may had done the deed, from a plan sprang from Daphne's mind but it was by Harry's will it was done, and he took the moment to acknowledge the gravity of that and what it meant for him, what he was capable of.
"We've got everything, we're ready to depart." Daphne spoke up, drawing his gaze away from the crowd towards her.
"There's so many of them." He noted, curiously.
"I saw an opportunity to still see our plans through. It's up to you though. If you're no longer interested than so be it. This way though they're still punished, and if you still want to see the Light and Dark replaced by a new faction, we can still do that. The Alliance our parents have been building, it can still continue since their children aren't all dead. Those were the specific people I had Tracey target. The rest are just extras, to throw people off. Would be quite curious if five years down the line somebody notices that the only people in the castle to survive this night were the kids of the new rulers of magical Britain. That would certainly raise some eyebrows. This way, it muddies things up a bit, makes it harder to see what's really going on." Daphne explained herself, allowing the others to hear of her plan as well.
"Well thought out. Good job. I'm… not sure what I'll do. Right now, we'll head back to London. We'll drop off the others there, and then Olivia and I are going to the Ministry to retrieve our siblings." Harry stated.
"Sounds great. What about Pettigrew? We have Snape and Draco but do you wanna keep him too? Could just get rid of him now as his very short list of uses just got shorter." Olivia questioned throwing a hateful glare towards the unconscious rat that Fleur held at her side.
"Keep him alive Fleur, and safe. He still has the Dark Mark, and I know how to use it. Once we've retrieved our siblings, I'm going to Azkaban to find Bellatrix and figure out where that goddamn cup is! Once I have it, I'll use Pettigrew's mark and Voldemort's wand to call his inner circle to me. Everyone who shows up dies. Hopefully Lucius is amongst them. That way I can tell him I have his son, and tell him what I'm going to do to him before he dies." Harry explained to them all.
"What are you going to do to him Harry?" Tracey inquired, still holding onto Draco, giving the cowering boy a quick glance before returning her gaze to Harry.
"I'm not sure yet… all I know for certain is it's gonna involve a lot of screaming." Harry responded cooly, his gaze lingering on Draco for a long moment, the boy visibly shaking as dread washed over him.
"What about them?" Tracey inquired, glancing over the small army of infected.
"They will remain in hiding for now. Have them play the part of survivors, have them spread word of an attack by Death Eaters, pin the blame of them. Yes, those who fled into the forests and surrounding grounds will say it was me, but that truth will be swallowed up by the avalanche of lies this lot will spew. Fill the world with confusion about this attack, let no one truly understand it." Harry instructed before turning towards the large window behind him. With a wave of his hand the window shattered into pieces leading out into the darkened sky.
He stared out into the night for a long moment before drawing his wand and using Voldemort's memories, cast the Dark Mark into the sky.
"That'll certainly get them talking." Olivia hummed.
"Yes it will. Now let's go. We've still got work to do." Harry instructed.
Draco, Snape, and Pettigrew were collected as the quintet headed out of the castle, leaving the infected behind to carry out Tracey's orders.
As they departed they could see a trail of lights coming down the path from Hogsmeade. Groups of wizards and witches were coming to check on the castle, no doubt some survivors had made it there already and warned the townspeople.
The group paid them little mind. They made their way down to the Forbidden Forest, stopping only briefly to collect Hermione, Luna, Gabrielle, and Astoria, who was in dire need of some answers.
They were then all brought to London through the use of Apparition. Harry and Olivia led them into Grimmauld Place, though before he could be questioned by the others, he left them a swift command to keep watch over their prisoners he then grabbed Olivia and phase shifted the two of them into the Ministry of Magic.
The place was in an uproar, word already reaching them of some kind of attack at Hogwarts. People were rushing about, trying to get answers.
Few if anyone noticed the duo as they made for the Offices of Magical Law Enforcement where they knew that Bethany and Jackson had been taken.
Those within the offices were ill prepared when the doors leading into their workspace exploded inwards with violent force, and Harry came storming in, shooting his Boltok pistol and unleashing spells and curses at anything that moved.
Olivia rushed past him, closing into a bloody melee with the aurors and staff members who scrambled to defend themselves.
The two butchered everyone in their path.
Every single employee of the office was killed, their skulls ripped from their bodies by Olivia who left them placed conspicuously around the office as a warning to those who came after them.
Each room was checked, and all those inside were cut down where they stood. Workers, prisoners, it didn't matter, the duo slaughtered everyone in their path.
Harry stopped at a doorway, leading into holding area. He ventured inside, finding a single resident. There, sitting on a table was Sirius Black. The man lay motionless, his body no doubt being held until it finally gave out. Receiving the Dementor's kiss didn't kill you outright. Well it did, but your body remained alive afterwards, just in a catatonic state.
Harry crossed the room, his heart sinking as tears began to spill from his eyes.
He stood over Sirius' lifeless body. He wanted to cry, he wanted to break down into mindless weeping. His godfather lay before, looking to be almost asleep. His chest gently rose and fell, yet he knew his eyes would never reopen.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not being there. I'm sorry we couldn't spend more time together." Harry uttered, his voice hallow, reflecting his pain.
"I promise I'll keep on living. I'll make sure it's a life full of incredible experiences. Thanks for everything Padfoot. Goodbye." Harry whispered his final word before leaning down and biting into his neck.
He knew Sirius' soul was gone, but perhaps his memory could still live on in Harry.
Harry drained the body of blood, allowing his Godfather to fully pass on. His memories flooded Harry's mind, filling him with further sadness. A pained sob escaped his lips as he felt hot tears sting at his cheeks.
He felt Luna's presence with him in this moment, felt her arms around him, even though she wasn't actually here. She didn't say anything, merely held him for a long moment.
Her presence remained even as he felt the very real hand of his sister, touch his shoulder.
He took in a breath, brushing the tears from his eyes. He turned, momentarily meeting her gaze before he headed out of the room.
She remained behind for a long moment staring after him before turning her gaze to the body of Sirius. She payed her respects to the man that she'd known so very briefly, offering her thanks for looking out for Harry as much as he could. Offering a silent oath that she'd continue to do so, and keep a close eye on him. Sirius may have been the first true family that Harry had had, but he wasn't the only one anymore. He had a family now, and they'd look out for him. So without a final word she turned and departed to rejoin Harry and continue their search.
Eventually they reached an office, inside they found the children, cowering beneath a desk, hiding from the sounds of violence and fighting.
Bethany was near catatonic. She seemed to be in shock. Jackson was less so, he trembled with fear, but reacted when he saw Harry and Olivia, pulling his sister with him as he rushed over to them, wrapping his arms around Harry's legs, burying his face in his hip as he cried.
Harry was silent as he stared down at the children. He felt relief at their safety, but it did little to mend his broken heart.
He turned his gaze towards his older sister, who observed with similar relief, her violent rage, momentarily abating.
Harry scooped both of the children into his arms, urging them to bury their heads in his neck. He then instructed Olivia to touch him so he could transfer them back to Grimmauld Place.
The group arrived in the midst of Daphne explaining everything to her sister. He passed the children off to Olivia though she struggled to take them as they clung to Harry for safety and reassurance.
The moment they were off of him, he gave a glance around the room towards his lovers, locking eyes with each of them, even momentarily meeting gazes with Hermione who offered him what reassurances she could, despite her obvious worry.
He felt tears well in his eyes. He wanted to weep, to cry for the loss of Sirius, but as his tears built, so too did his rage. With a snarl he was gone, phasing to the island of Azkaban. He was grateful for this power, the ability to teleport to anywhere he'd been before, or remembered being, it truly was one of his greatest gifts. He couldn't imagine the hell of having to be alone with his thoughts right now, just waiting to get to where he was going.
He arrived just outside the fortress walls. There were no guards, other than the Dementors themselves. Though little more than an afterthought at first, seeing the hellish creatures that had actually killed his Godfather filled him with an unspeakable malice. He knew they couldn't be killed by any spells or magic of this world, but the powers of the warp weren't of this world.
The first time he encountered a Dementor in the halls of the prison he struck it with warp infused lightning and watched as it's body tore apart.
Seeing it die, filled Harry with a renewed sense of vengeance and he spent the better part of two hours stalking through the prison killing everything in sight. Back and forth he walked across the prison, slowly making his way higher and higher. His eyes blazed with the power of the warp as he dumped every ounce of his fury into the Dementors and the wretches locked in this place.
He ended his journey at the last cell holding Bellatrix Lestrange.
She turned to face him as he approached, a twisted grin spreading across her face.
"Who might you be?" She asked.
"No one you need concern yourself with." Harry answered, before crossing the distance between them and roughly seizing the woman by the throat. She let out a gasp but it lasted less than a moment as he flashed his teeth and bit into her throat.
He drank down the vile witch's blood, allowing the knowledge he needed to fill his brain.
In his mind's eye he saw it. Hufflepuff's Cup. Bellatrix had placed it within her family vault, and placed the Geminio curse on it to protect it.
Armed with that knowledge he teleported himself directly into Bellatrix's vault. The moment he appeared inside the vault he couldn't help but once more offer a thanks to McTash for gifting him the powers of a phase spider. They were wild animals, that only really attacked people in one small area in the Middle East. Why would anyone in the world, other than those who lived near that region, devise any sort of magical defense against such teleportation methods? He wasn't even sure if such methods existed but if they did, no one in their right mind would pay the goblins to enchant their vault to prevent phase shifting. Why would you? The only creatures who could were the unintelligent spiders, what would they want with a vault?
He crossed the room, ignoring most the items piled high in the ancient vault. He trailed his way towards where the Cup sat. He felt the cold chill of Voldemort's presence emanate from the cup as he approached it.
With a smirk, he levitated the curse into the air, and cast the counter-curse to prevent it from doubling. Once done, he took it. With the cup in hand, he returned to Grimmauld Place.
"Kreecher!" Harry called out, drawing the attention of his guests as well.
"Yes master?" Kreecher came running up to him.
"Gather the rest of the items, It's time we see Regulus' will done." Harry commanded.
The elf nodded emphatically and ran back to his little room to gather the other horcruxes.
"Gather our prisoners." Harry told Daphne when she rounded the corner and spotted him holding the cup.
"Hermione, Gabrielle, Luna stay here and keep an eye on Astoria, Bethany, and Jackson. We'll be back soon." Harry instructed.
"Where are you going?" Hermione asked him.
"To put an end to Voldemort and his inner circle, once and for all. We'll be back soon." Harry responded, as Snape, Draco, and Pettigrew were gathered, the two adult men still unconscious while Draco was awake but practically catatonic in fear.
She nodded at that, as the group gathered around, Kreacher returning with the other Horcruxes.
He then shifted them two by two, back out to the Graveyard in Little Hangleton. It just seemed the right place to try this.
"Give me the rat." Harry approached Tracey who was holding on to Pettigrew.
She passed the rat over to him, before motioning for them to wake Snape.
"Daph, set up an anti-apparition ward around this area and prepare to activate it on my command. I'm going to use Pettigrew's dark mark and Voldemort's wand to summon his inner circle here. When they arrive, kill them all, save for Lucius, I want a word or two with him." Harry instructed them.
Once done, he proceeded to force Pettigrew back into his human form, and awaken him. Snape was also awakened and held at wand point while Draco lay tied up on the ground next to him.
"H-Harry?" Pettigrew questioned when he spotted the boy.
"Hello Peter. I need you for something." Harry said, glancing over at Daphne who nodded to show she was ready to put up the wards.
He then forcefully pulled back Peter's sleeve and drew Voldemort's wand. Using it, he place the tip to the Dark Mark, causing it to darken and begin moving.
Above them the Dark Mark appeared, and from the skull shadowy wisps began to fall as Voldemort's followers answered what they'd assume was his summons.
Seconds after appearing, the Daemons were on them, as the last fell from the sky, Daphne threw up the wards to keep them from fleeing, not that it was needed as the four Daemons tore the group of Death Eater's limb from bloody limb. Crabbe, Goyle, McNair, all died in seconds, torn asunder before they could reasonably react.
The last one standing was Lucius, who's hood and mask were torn from his face, as he was held on his knees by Olivia.
"Lucius Malfoy." Harry stated, standing before the man.
"Potter! How?" Lucius uttered in disbelief.
"I wouldn't worry about that." Harry responded before turning towards a pile of artifacts gathered to the side, he lifted Voldemort's wand and unleashed a torrent of Fiendfyre onto the cluster of Voldemort's soul anchors, filling the air with hellish shrieks.
The sound was near ear splitting as all of the remaining Horcruxes were destroyed in the fire while everyone watched on.
To confirm that the Dark Lord had been fully defeated, Harry turned to Pettigrew who was still in his grasp. He watched as the Dark Mark faded from his arm until it disappeared completely, confirming to Harry that Voldemort was finally, and fully gone.
"Ahh… thank you Peter, for your help. Now, go to hell." Harry stated, turning the man towards him and violently punching his fist into the rat's chest.
The man convulsed, and coughed up a mouthful of blood, as Harry tore his hand free and dropped the coward to the ground, seeing his vicious murder caused smiles to spread across the faces of the Daemons, their malevolent energies slowly beginning to permeate the area.
Harry turned towards Lucius, who struggled against Olivia's grasp but it was of no use. Like struggling against steel bars. One arm wrapped around his neck to keep his eyes focused on Harry.
"Lucius… one final hurt to cause me. Your plan worked. Sirius is dead, but… as you can see, I'm still here, and look what I have." Harry turned and dragged Draco to his feet, holding him in front of his father.
"No!" Lucius cried out as Harry wrapped an arm around Draco's neck, mimicking his sister's actions.
"I wanted you to know before you died. I wanted you to see. Your house will die, and it'll die screaming. No future for house Malfoy. The screams though, they wont be pain. Oh no. I wanted you to know, Lucius, just what I'm going to do to your boy before you die. I'm going to make him mine. I'll brand him like cattle and make him my slave. I'll rape him every day of his miserable and pathetic existence until he can do nothing but beg me for it. Until I'm all he can think of. The almighty didn't bless this moron with an abundance of brains as he so often reminds me, but he did give him looks which I'm more than happy to exploit." Harry growled with a hellish smirk, Lucius snarled at him, trying once more to escape Olivia's grasp and reach his son, but it was for naught.
Draco paled at his words, unable to believe that Harry would even voice such an idea into existence, let alone mean it.
"Yo-You're lying. You wouldn't…" Draco sputtered.
"I wouldn't? I Wouldn't!" Harry snapped at him, roughly tossing Draco into the mud at his feet, climbing on top of him to lean down towards his face, Harry's own twisted with a monstrous sneer of pure hatred.
"I wonder, Draco… if you'll still be thinking that when I bury my cock in your ass. When you're screaming my name, begging me for more. The 'Great House of Malfoy' yeah, I'll show the world just how great it is. The blonde ponce himself, reduced to a moaning whore!" Harry growled at him, his rage, anger, and pain pouring out.
Harry glared down at him as Draco whimpered, unable to hold his hellish gaze. He then lifted his eyes towards Lucius and rose to his feet. He stomped over to the patriarch of House Malfoy and spat in his face. For a moment, Lucius winced, but then he began to growl and then hiss as the skin of his forehead, nose, and cheek began to sizzle and burn, Harry's acidic saliva burning at his flesh.
"To think a piece of shit like you was the one to bring down the best of the Marauders. Fucking disgrace. Rest easy, Lucius, knowing that your son will be my plaything for the rest of his life. That your house, your name will fade away, and all anyone will remember when they mention the name Malfoy is the blonde little whore that can't stopping begging for Harry Potter's cock!" Harry spat at Lucius before stepping back. He glared at him for a long moment before shaking his head and turning away.
Seeing that her brother was likely finished with his threat and ready to kill the man, Olivia wasted no time in seeing it done. Fleur moved with her, kneeling over Draco and forcing his head to turn towards the event about to occur.
Lucius clawed at Olivia, trying to get free, but he was ultimately powerless to stop her. Still holding him in a headlock she reached over his head, forcing her fingers into his mouth. She wasn't one for torture but this man had gotten Sirius killed. Though it wasn't in her nature, she wanted his death to hurt. Pressing her fingers to the roof of his mouth she began to pull. Slowly, deliberately, she pulled.
Draco and Snape who remained bound and gagged throughout all of this, could only watch as she slowly pulled on his upper jaw, forcing his head back.
His gasps and grunts of struggle soon turned into screams as she pulled further and further.
They watched as his cheeks stretched and tore, blood spraying onto her face and into the air as she kept pulling, tearing the upper part of his head from his body.
He screamed and screamed, all the way until his sinuses began to rip apart, flooding his airway with blood. It was obvious that he remained alive all the way until she tore his skull from the top of his spine, causing his body to go limp. The decapitation was as slow and agonizing as anyone could imagine and it left Olivia drenched in blood.
Gingerly she held Lucius' skull by his blonde locks, her eyes trailing over the torn and stretched skin around his face.
Harry watched as this happened, taking in the violence and allowing it to smother just a bit of his fury. He then turned towards Snape.
Snape turned his eyes away from the gruesome spectacle and met Harry's gaze. The two stared at each other for many long moments before Harry began to approach him, Tracey moving to remove his gag, sensing that Harry wished a moment to speak with him.
"What happens now Harry? What do you do now? Once you've killed me, and had your fill of Draco's suffering, what happens then? After all you've done, after all the lives you've ended and ruined, do you think they'll ever stop hunting you. Your attempts to obfuscate the truth may work to a degree, but it wont work for everyone. People will hunt you. Enemies will come for you, they will come without end. What happens now?" Snape questioned, no longer hiding behind the veil of hatred for the boy, who he now recognized was no longer that same child, nor was he a reflection of James Potter. This person, this monster, was a terror beyond any he'd faced before. Not even Voldemort had gone so far as Harry had this night. He had brought hell down onto the lives of countless peoples, all in the name of vengeance.
"I'm not sure Snape. There's still questions I have. There's things I need to answer, to understand. Once I've done that, then who knows… maybe I'll just burn it all away. Set fire to this goddamn world, and warm myself in the ashes. 'The child, neglected by the village, will burn it down, to feel some measure of warmth.' Maybe that was always my fate. Maybe that's what I'm meant to be. I don't know. These Observers… you don't really believe in them, do you Snape?" Harry asked, drawing from Dumbledore's memories of the enigmatic and mysterious entities. He needed to go over that, to digest that information.
Snape blinked in surprise at hearing that, then reached an understanding as he remembered just how Harry had killed Dumbledore.
"You absorbed the Headmaster's thoughts? You know about them from him." He realized.
"Yes. But you don't fully believe in them, do you?" Harry inquired, dropping to a squat in front of Snape.
"I believe that they once existed, and perhaps still do to an extent, but their influence is fading. I don't know why, only that it is. They strike out with disease now, instead of fire, seeking to cut us off from our magic by turning us all into squibs. That is the future Dumbledore fought to avoid. For all his missteps and mistakes, that was his goal, his hope. You'll bring such a doom down upon us if you continue along this path. One day, you too will succumb to their sickness and find your own magic stolen away. If you truly have the Headmaster's memories, than you know what is needed to keep them appeased. You know what must be done." Snape responded, his tone calm, even as he took the moment to rationalize his own imminent demise.
"I understand Snape. I understand better than you could possibly realize. Go now, you greasy old shit, and join my father in hell. Tell him, when you see him, that I wish it had been me who killed him." Harry stated. Snape has just enough time to take in a breath before Harry flashed his fangs and lunged forward, sinking his teeth into Snape's neck.
The potion's master gasped and shook as Harry drained his of his blood, taking in his years of knowledge and study of potions and alchemy and spellcrafting. For all of his hatred of Snape, one thing couldn't be ignored or denied, he was arguably one of the greatest wizards of his generation. He may even have one day surpassed Dumbledore in power and knowledge.
His body gave a final lurch as he died, and Harry pulled himself free and rose to his feet, leaving the body where it fell.
He stared off for a long moment before shaking his head.
"Let's go. I'm ready for this day to be over." Harry spoke aloud.
His lovers offered their nods and approached him, Draco being hauled to his feet as he was. Hearing his whimpering Harry turned his attention to him.
He gave the pale and terrified boy a look before summoning a knife from the Arsenal and tossing it over to Olivia.
"Get rid of him." Harry ordered, earning a moment of surprise from the Daemonesses.
"Oh? You're not actually going to do those things you said to him?" Tracey inquired.
"No. I just wanted his father to think so before he died. Listening to Draco scream may be amusing for a bit but I'm not interested in taking care of the idiot. Maybe if he had more to offer, but as it is, he'd be little more than a fucktoy, and no offense, but I already have more ways to get off than I can count. Besides… Draco doesn't seem the kind to last very long. I'd probably have him broken in a night, and then what?" Harry rationalized. It wasn't that he didn't have it in him, because he certainly felt he did, but honestly, hurting Draco like that would eventually get old, and Harry just didn't find him attractive enough, even if he choose to break him. Blonde hair and blue eyes was certainly Harry's type, and he wasn't adverse to having sex with a male, but he wasn't attracted to them like he was with women. If Draco was a girl, then he could make a different argument because at least he'd be attracted to her, or could be attracted to her, and that meant that when the Stockholm Syndrome kicked in, he could actually form a relationship with her.
"Alright." Tracey shrugged, dropping the boy to the ground while Olivia approached him, ready to carve out his throat.
"Wait, wait, wait! Please! I don't wanna die! Please!" Draco begged, trying to crawl away from the approaching Daemon.
"Too bad. Shouldn't have played party to your scumbag parents." Olivia hummed.
"Please, please! Potter, I'll do anything! I don't wanna die! I don't! I'll do anything!" He begged as Olivia caught him, and knelt to bring the knife to his throat.
"What could you possibly offer me Draco? Fucking your tight little ass while listening to you squeal would be fun for a few days but then what? You're an idiot, who completely lacks in common sense. Killing you, like I killed your father will mean I can claim your house through right of conquest. You're not all that skilled in magic. You don't have any noteworthy skills, other than being a prat. Honestly Draco, if I'm missing something, please don't keep us in suspense, now is quite literally the last chance you're going get to plead your case." Harry shrugged, waiting to hear if Draco had anything worth mentioning, despite knowing that he didn't.
"Please, I'll do anything!" Draco begged, his whole body shaking as he cried.
Harry sighed, finding this to be a waste of time.
"Harry?" Fleur spoke up.
"Yes?" He inquired, glancing over at her.
"Can I have him?" She asked innocently.
"You want him, what for?" Harry inquired as the group turned their collective attention towards the Daemonette.
"I zink I can find a few uses for him." Fleur responded, a cruel smirk spreading across her face.
Harry stared at her for a long moment before letting out another sigh and shrugging his compliance.
"He's all yours." Harry responded.
"Zank you Harry. You wont regret zis!" She thanked him with a playful smile before moving to go and claim her gift. Olivia pouted at not being able to spill his blood, but lightened up a bit when Fleur stopped to place a kiss on her lips as she passed her.
Olivia grumbled something to hide a blush at the showing of gratitude and affection, instead placing the knife back into the Arsenal and moving to Harry's side.
Fleur pulled Draco up, easily taking his weight as she half-carried him over to them and joined them in returning to Grimmauld Place.
The mood was somber. Draco was knocked unconscious and bound in a side room for Fleur to play with later, the group then collectively sat with Harry in the living room. He was silent, distant. So much had happened tonight. So much work done. So much death and destruction. Harry's mild whirled with information. All that he'd learned, all that he knew, all that had happened. It was a battle to keep his mind from tearing itself apart.
He was exhausted. Drained. He felt deadened, yet in the same breath, the moment he allowed himself to dwell on his loss, hot tears began to sting at his cheeks.
He felt Luna crawl into his lap, curling against him as he sat back in his chair. She nestled into his shoulder, quietly whispering words of comfort to him. Apologizing for his loss, for taking away someone so precious to him.
He didn't blame her. Not even for a moment. She was a function of existence. She had no choice in who died, or how they died, or what manner of death they reached. She was the physical manifestation of a function, the conscious will of that function, but that didn't mean she held absolute power over it. She wasn't a god.
Sirius had died, and his manner of death meant that his soul was gone. He couldn't be revived. That was painful, it was soul crushing, but it wasn't her fault. Still, she felt guilty, she felt the need to comfort him, and he loved her for that. He just couldn't voice the words right now, couldn't speak the feelings he knew to be true in his heart.
He simply held her, cradled her against him, allowing her to continue whispering her words of apology.
"I'll go and make contact with my parents, have them brought up to speed on what's happened and I'll tell them how to proceed. I'll tell them what they need to know, and nothing more, I'll also send Astoria home, and make sure she keeps quiet. When you're ready Harry, we need to know what we're going to do now. I know you probably don't care what happens here anymore. If so, than I'll set things in order." Daphne spoke up, rising to her feet as she did.
"You're right. I don't care anymore. I never really cared about what happened here in this country. I wanted the Light and Dark to fall, so that something new could take it's place, not because I cared about it's future, but because I cared about Sirius' and Bethany, and Jackson. I cared about us, and our future. I wanted this place to be better so we wouldn't have to fight it, just to live in it. I wanted it to be better, that's it. Now though… now I don't care. I don't intend to stay here anymore. I don't want to stay here anymore." Harry responded, speaking his mind.
"So what now? You got any idea so far?" Tracey inquired gently.
"Anton Wolf, and the Lordsworn. I'm going to find them, and get their help in reaching the tomb of my Mother's god. I'm going to finally figure out just what I am. There are forces at work in this world, things that Dumbledore knew going on behind the scenes. Something out there is trying to control us. Trying to control the magical populace. These Observers must be dealt with. Dumbledore had a means of contacting them, of reaching them. He kept it close, kept it locked away. We need to be ready for when we use it." Harry answered, already knowing what was next, and where they needed to go.
It was time to leave this place. To walk away from Britain and retake what was lost. He would leave the plans for this place's future to Daphne. She would come up with something, something far better than they deserved in his honest opinion. He no longer cared for it. His mind turned towards the future, and the answers he would find there. It was all he had left now. To learn the truth and finally understand. Only then could he truly decide on his future, truly understand who and what he was meant to be.
In the barren deserts something called to him, an echo of a forgotten past. It was time he reclaimed it.
-To Be Continued-
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