Post by Anime Monster on Apr 2, 2006 20:53:57 GMT -5
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, that belongs to the lovely J.K. Rowlings. I also don’t own “The Pinnacle,” that belongs to Kansas.
Author’s Note: I tried to write this months ago, but the stupid comp. deleted it, now I have the inspiration back so I’m rewriting it.
WARNINGS: Spoilers for HBP, spoilers for other books, violence, character death (multiple major and minor), Evil!Harry, slash
Author’s Note: I’m making up a date for the end of HBP scene, since I need deaths, I’m assuming Dumbledore would not have taken Harry out on a school night, so it’s Friday. As for the day of the week for other events, I looked them up using my computer's calendar.
Information is from HP Lexicon, and is correctly spelt, few instances, such as the middle name of James Potter are made up.
Summary: A songfic to “The Pinnacle” by Kansas featuring excerpts from the life of Harry Potter, starting with one of the final scenes of HBP.
Rating: M
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“I’ve so much to say, and yet
I cannot speak
Come and do my bidding now for I have grown too weak
My weary eyes have seen all that life can give
Come to me,
O young one, for you I can forgive”
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Friday, June 6, 1997
11:39 PM
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Astronomy Tower
Roof
The old man with long white hair and beard, sparkling blue eyes, and half moon spectacles tried to reason with the young blond man with grey eyes who had his wand pointed at said old man. He tried to convince the young man that he and his Order could protect his mother. He tried to say that they could protect him. But before the young man could make a decision they were interrupted by Death Eaters that tried to convince the young man to kill Dumbledore.
They young man could not. He was not a killer.
Another man did it instead. He had an oily pale complexion, greasy black hair, black eyes and a long hooked nose. With a shouted, “Avada Kedavra,” as the old man begged for his life, the old man flew off the tower and landed in a crumpled heap at the bottom.
Through all this a young man watched. He was under an invisibility cloak, he was frozen by a wandless and wordless Petrificus Totalus. Tears flowed down his eyes as he watched the old man known as Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore fall over the crenellation and on to the grounds below. The invisible man could move again and chased after the fleeing death eaters.
The blond was dragged away from the castle by the killer and the other fought through the Order members. The formerly invisible man chased after them. He was eventually stopped by a giant of a man with long tangled black hair and beard and black eyes. Despite the young man shouts of traitors and murders the young man was led back to the castle.
Wednesday, December 31, 1997
11:29 PM
Little Hangleton
Riddle House
Second Floor Drawing Room
In the memory of Dumbledore, to avenge him, Harry James Potter set out to destroy the horcruxes. He destroyed the locket at Grimmauld Place easily enough and finally found the cup in that old bedroom of the orphanage. Nagini and Voldemort himself were all that was left.
It didn’t take too long. He took Gryffindor’s sword with him and walked right into the dilapidated Riddle House in Little Hangleton. Voldemort was rather predictable and despite hating the family that had resided in the house, he appreciated the irony of it. The young wizard strode up the steps and into the drawing room.
Voldemort wasn’t alone, Wormtail was with him as was Nagini. The three beings looked up at Harry Potter who had his wand in one hand and the sword in the other. He literally radiated an aura of death to come. He lifted his wand and pointed it at the rat-faced man and said in a calm voice, “Avada Kedavra,” betraying none of his emotions as he did so. The green light struck the man and he fell to the ground sideways before he could get away.
Harry strode forward and stabbed Nagini through the head pinning the body of the snake to the ground as she tried to attack.
“I’ve come for you, Tom,” he said in parseltongue. “I’ll enjoy watching you die, slowly.”
“Foolish boy, I’m immortal,” Voldemort replied in the same manner confidently.
“Your horcruxes?” Harry gave a high pitch, cold laugh. “I destroyed the diary in second year, Dumbledore destroyed the ring in sixth year, I destroyed the stolen locket in August, the cup in October, and Nagini just now. Now I’m going to destroy you AND[/u] this house.[/I]”
Voldemort looked sick, he raised his wand, but Harry waved his wand placing a wordless Full Body Bind on the Dark Lord. “I said slowly, I want to hear you scream. I want the muggles[/u] to hear you scream.[/I]” He pulled the sword from the floor board and slowly cut a lightning bolt shape in the Dark Lord’s forehead. He followed this by crucios with his wand tip directly against the new cut. He did this for awhile before giving the hands third degree burns. He then followed this by dipping the end of the sword in a vial of clear liquid and stabbing the man through his shoulder. He followed this with a prolonged burning sensation in his left forearm and more crucios to the cut on his head. Voldemort had begun screaming long ago, but Harry wasn’t about to stop until he was done. He cleaned the sword with a simple charm and slashed one of the man’s wrist’s open. He followed this with more crucios and a spell of his own invention that tormented the man with his worst nightmares. More crucios followed. Finally, when Harry heard the door down stairs open he said, “Avada Kedavra!” and apparated away.
Thursday, January 1, 1998
1:31 AM
The Daily Prophet Offices
Printing Room
“STOP THE PRESSES!” was a rare shout in the press office, but on this occasion the only rare thing was the news. “Scrap the pages already printed and run this instead,” the chief editor said running out of his office carrying a stack of papers.”
Tired printers gathered around and when they read the headlines for page one it seemed an instant pepper-up potion had swept through the group. “DARK LORD GONE FOR GOOD![/u]” Under it the article described the scene and the believed killer based on evidence on the body, which had been dragged out of the flaming muggle mansion by local muggles.
Thursday, January 1, 1998
7:30 AM
London
Number 12 Grimmauld Place
Basement
You could usually set your watch to the delivery time of the morning mail in the Wizarding World and New Years Day 1998 was no different. Harry Potter was seated at the table eating breakfast when the owls arrived. He was used to seeing a couple but gave a sigh as all the owls came from fans and enemies alike.
“Dobby, Kreacher,” he said as the owls dropped their letters on the table. The two house elves appeared in the kitchen. “Is there any way to detect magical charms or items within, on, or in these letters,” he said gesturing towards the letters that stopped falling.
“Yes, Mr. Harry Potter, sir,” Dobby said bouncing on the balls of his feet. “We’s can separate the nasty letters from the letters the good letters.”
“Would you, please, do so,” Harry asked looking warily at the letters. The two house elves snapped their fingers and suddenly the greatest majority of letters were on the other side of the room.
“These letters contain bad things, Mr. Harry Potter, sir, we’s be taking them to destroy,” Dobby said.
“Is there any way to find out who they’re from, without opening?” Harry said.
Kreacher snapped his fingers and a list appeared, “Thank you, Kreacher.”
Harry was surprised and shocked at the names on the list, many were from the D.A. and the Order, he looked at the pile left, could the house elves got it wrong? He opened one and when nothing happened he read the contents, it was from Draco Malfoy thanking him on the destruction of the Dark Lord.
It was among five letters still left that were good letters, the other were hate mail, including one from Ron and Hermione.
Friday, July 31, 1998
7:00 PM
Surrey
Little Whinging
Privet Drive
A group of men appeared at the end of the street. They’re faces were darkened by black cloaks and they’re bodies covered by black robes. They were the type of people that would never be welcomed to Privet Drive. The leader, a short, lean man said, “Avery, Nott, take Numbers 1 and 3, Lestranges take number 2 and 6, Malfoys take numbers 5 and 7, McNair, Bagman, take Numbers 8 and 10, Dolohov, Jugson, take Numbers 9 and 11, Crabbe, Goyle, Carrows take Numbers 12 and 13. Leave Number 4 alone.”
The group set out to follow the leader’s orders. The leader, who wore a full faced black half “crying” half “laughing” mask in the style of drama masks. Barely visible was a set of emerald green eyes. He walked to the door and pointed his wand at the handle. Sending a blasting curse at it he watched amused as the door flew off it’s hinges and spun threw the hallway.
“Honey, I’m home,” he said in a playful sing-songy voice. He strode through the now open door and into the Parlor where the Dursleys had been watching T.V. They were now scrambling to get to the door to the kitchen. “Now that won’t do at all. Colloportus,” he waved his wand at the door. “Well, well, well, Vernon, Petunia, and Dudley, a regular petting zoo we have here, the walrus, the horse, and the pig, though perhaps he’s a whale now.” Dudley flew at him, and Harry stepped aside than pivoting he pointed his wand at the young adult and said, “Crucio.”
“Now, now, we don’t want you hurting me, I am a very important wizard, after all. You see, my job is to exterminate the muggle pest,” the wizard said looking at his wand like it was the most interesting thing in the world.
“Now, let’s see, Petunia, dear, you look like a horse, let’s make you sound like one, too,” a jet of light hit Petunia in the neck. She opened her mouth and brayed like a donkey, “Oops, I’m not the best at that spell,” he said as though it was on purpose. “Vernon, let’s make you the color and shape of a walrus,” another jet hit Vernon changing him into a Walrus, yet he retained his human intelligence and speech capabilities. “And you,” the wizard, that the muggles finally realized was Harry Potter, said to the boy, “I hear you make a nice pig,” the boy’s nose turned into a snout and he grew a curly pink tail. He screamed in embarrassment and fright as he ran over to his family.
“Ah,” Harry coos as if he saw the cutest site in the world. “The pig, the jack *ss, and the walrus all in one place.” He started humming the song “American Pie” while thinking up curses to use on the group of muggles. He stopped humming and used a “Aguamenti,” on the group, soaking the muggles to the bone and nearly drowning them. He followed this by Confundus Charms and Conjunctivitis Curses. He then decided to put them under the Cruciatus Curse for awhile. He then used “Densaugeo” followed by a “Diffindo” to get rid of the teeth. “Engorgio” followed swelling the Dursleys’ noses. He then popped them with a charm. He then got tired of Petunia so used the Entrail-Expelling Curse. He followed this up be using the finger-removing jinx on Dudley. He pointed his wand at Vernon and said, “Furnunculus.” He followed this up with a Horn Tongue curse.
Getting tired he pointed his wand at Dudley, “Imperio.”
Dudley had no mental barriers and stood up going to the kitchen he came back with a knife sticking out of his mouth. He walked over to Petunia and began to cut her body to pieces pretty messingly. When the pieces were finished he spit the knife out and began to rut around like a pig, eating. Vernon threw up he tried shouting at Dudley to stop, but he wouldn’t. “He can’t hear you, he has a weak mind, he’s totally under the effects of my curse. I don’t even have to think about it.”
Dudley finished his meal and Harry said, “Okay, I’m bored, let’s hear some screams, Cruico.” Harry used the curse on them until they’re throats exploded and they died from blood loss.
Saturday, August 1, 1998
12:00 PM
London
Number 12 Grimmauld Place
Thrown Room
Harry sat on his thrown in a remodeled Grimmauld place. And sorted through the spells he had learned over night. He knew the knowledge had been with him since he defeated Voldemort, his mind, though, had not been ready. He now had more knowledge in the dark arts than anyone alive, and the perfect template to learn more off of. He just had to practice them.
He called the Malfoy’s to him. “I need some material to practice on, bring me Snape,” he said.
“Where can we find him, Milord,” Draco said in kneeling.
“He owns a house on the muggle street, Spinner’s End,” Harry said, “you’ll find him there. Now go!”
The two left quickly not wanting to become the targets of their lord’s spell work.
Satuday, August 1, 1998
12:30 PM
Number 12 Grimmauld Place
Thrown Room
A half hour later the two Malfoy’s returned with Snape bound between them. “Milord,” they said, “we have brought the traitor as you have asked.”
“Traitor?” Snape said. “I never betrayed the cause, no one ever contacted me.”
Lucius opened his mouth to speak but Harry interrupted with, “While that’s true, you already betrayed the Dark Lord by belittlement.”
Snape looked sick, “How can--”
His voice was cut by three “Crucios.”
“Did I give you permission to speak, trash? You will speak only when asked a question, do you understand,” Harry said.
“Yes,” Snape said.
“Good, now I’m going to hit you with curses to see what they all do, if you are still alive at the end of my experimentation, than you may rejoin. Oh, an feel free to scream.” What seemed like hours, but really only one, later for Snape, Harry finally stopped. “So how do you feel?”
A whimper was all he got. “Interesting.” He looked at the two other wizards, “He’s still alive, so by my word, take him to the infirmary and get him healed.”
Saturday, August 1, 1998
10:45 PM
Number 12 Grimmauld Place
Master Bedroom
The two lovers collapsed onto the pillows breathing heavily. The blond snuggled closer to the brunette. “Draco,” the brunette said, “do you think I’m doing something wrong?”
“No, milord,” he stopped when he saw the look on Harry’s face. “Sorry, Harry, I forgot. But, no, you haven’t done anything wrong. You’re being righter than right. You’re paying back those miserable brainless baboons for how they treated you. They didn’t want a savior, they wanted a scapegoat, and now they have to fear the scapegoat.”
Harry smiled and kissed Draco on the head. “You know what I don’t get,” Draco said. “You torture and kill downstairs, but you’re so loving up here.”
“I leave the Dark Lord at the door, here I’m Harry, no Lucifer,” Harry said.
Thursday, January 1, 1998
9:15 PM
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Gryffindor Tower
Boy’s Dorm
“I can’t believe he did all that,” Hermione said. “We were supposed to be right there with him when he did it.”
“I know ‘Mione, but that B*st*rd didn’t want our help,” Ron said. “And the way he did it,” the young man shivered as if could and his girlfriend snuggled closer.
“I just want to know why he did it,” she said. “Why like that, why couldn’t he have chosen another method.”
“He didn’t want to, ‘Mione,” he said, “he’s evil.”
“Maybe you think so, but I think he just wanted vengeance for a life he didn’t have free,” she said.
“Then why was it so horrible? Why did he do things to You-Know-Who that made Moody’s stomach turn?”
“He had a horrible life, and it’s all Voldemort’s fault,” Ron shivered at the name. “Honestly, Ron, it’s just a name and he’s dead anyways.”
Friday, July 31, 1998
8:00 PM
Surrey
Little Whinging
Privet Drive
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! “I heard the screams too late, I tried to call,” a hysterical old woman was saying to the scarred man.
The street was in ruins, fire erupted from the houses, dead bodies littered the street, sidewalks, and lawns. Hanging above Number 4 was a modified Dark Mark, the skull was barely visible behind a mask that was half crying and half laughing.
“I thought He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was dead,” Ron said looking at the mark.
“He is,” a Wizarding photo was handed to the red head. “We have been removing the evidence to make this a gas explosion for the muggles.”
The photo was of the new mark with a message underneath it, “Your New Lord Lucifer.”
“Harry,” Hermione whispered when Ron read the message out loud.
“How do you know?” Kingsley Shacklebolt asked.
“Lucifer, in the Muggle religion of Christianity, is the ruler of hell, the lord of darkness. Harry’s life has been hell, and the Dursleys took him to church, more on high holidays than regularly, to try to squash the magic out of him. He would have known about Satan, also known as Lucifer, Morning Star, and the Serpent, and how he was the enemy of God, the creator,” Hermione said her eyes locked on the mark. “Plus, the mark is hanging right over the former residence of the Dursley family.
Saturday, October 31, 1998
11:18 PM
Godric’s Hollow
Former Residence of Mr. and Mrs. James Charlus Potter
The two young men hurried across the lawn with their cloaks drawn tight around them. The rain pounded into their running figures and the lightning and thunder flashed all around them. The building they were heading towards was a ruin of a once nice countryside cottage. The second floor had been completely blown apart at one time. On the door was a sign that said, “No Trespassing, Structural Damage.” Ignoring the sign the two figures slid into the structure and looked around.
The two young men lowered their hoods to reveal two men one a brunette, the other a blond. “Reparo,” the brunette said. The house suddenly rebuilt itself. The blond said something and they both felt a tingle as the wards of the house reactivated.
Harry walked up the stairs to what used to be a nursery. He touched the door knob and suddenly he remembered.
Flashback
Saturday, October 31, 1981
11:30 PM
Godric’s Hallow
Residence of Mr. and Mrs. James Charlus Potter
“It’s him,” James shouted. “Lily, take Harry and run, I’ll try to hold him off.”
The door opened and silhouetted in it was a tall man with long fingers. He stepped in. James drew his wand and started throwing spells. Lily gave a startled scream and ran up the steps. “Avada Kedavra,” the man said. A green jet of light hit James.
“JAMES!” Lily screamed, tears falling down her face. She ran to the nursery and picked up the child in the crib holding him to her chest.
“Stand aside silly girl, you are not the one I want to kill,” the man said. The baby started to squirm in his mother’s arms as the woman turned away from the man. “Avada Kedavra.”
Lily fell shielding young Harry with her body. The man walked forward and kicked the woman out of the way of the child. Putting his wand directly to the forehead of the infant he said, “You’ll be my last horcrux, Avada Kedavra.” Green light enveloped the baby whose eyes were just as green. Suddenly a white light came from the child and the wrapped around the green light pushing it back to it’s source. “What is this?!” The man was suddenly struck and felt his body ripping apart. His soul, little more than smoke and vapor pushed from the body.
The little baby though saw the secrets of life and death, true immortality and everything.
End Flashback
“Welcome home, love,” the brunette said with a smile to the blond.
Sunday, November 1, 1998
3:00 PM
Ottery St. Catchpole
The Burrow
The crowd laughed and smiled as Mr. and Mrs. Ronald Bilius Weasley sealed their vows with a kiss. They clapped and some cried at the sweetness of it all.
“Odd, no one invited us,” a voice said from the back. More people started crying, but out of fright. A group of wizards and witches stood at the back of the group dressed in black robes and cloaks with black masks that were half laughing half crying.
“Be gone, death eater scum,” Ronald yelled from the front.
“Death Eaters?” the head wizard said. “While some of them may have been death eaters at one time, I assure you, they no longer are death eaters. No, I call my followers the Knights of Walpurgis.”
“Harry,” Hermione gasped her hands clasped in Ron’s.
“Not out here. I’m Lucifer, now,” he said. “Avada Kedavra!”
Author’s Note: I tried to write this months ago, but the stupid comp. deleted it, now I have the inspiration back so I’m rewriting it.
WARNINGS: Spoilers for HBP, spoilers for other books, violence, character death (multiple major and minor), Evil!Harry, slash
Author’s Note: I’m making up a date for the end of HBP scene, since I need deaths, I’m assuming Dumbledore would not have taken Harry out on a school night, so it’s Friday. As for the day of the week for other events, I looked them up using my computer's calendar.
Information is from HP Lexicon, and is correctly spelt, few instances, such as the middle name of James Potter are made up.
Summary: A songfic to “The Pinnacle” by Kansas featuring excerpts from the life of Harry Potter, starting with one of the final scenes of HBP.
Rating: M
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“I’ve so much to say, and yet
I cannot speak
Come and do my bidding now for I have grown too weak
My weary eyes have seen all that life can give
Come to me,
O young one, for you I can forgive”
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Friday, June 6, 1997
11:39 PM
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Astronomy Tower
Roof
The old man with long white hair and beard, sparkling blue eyes, and half moon spectacles tried to reason with the young blond man with grey eyes who had his wand pointed at said old man. He tried to convince the young man that he and his Order could protect his mother. He tried to say that they could protect him. But before the young man could make a decision they were interrupted by Death Eaters that tried to convince the young man to kill Dumbledore.
They young man could not. He was not a killer.
Another man did it instead. He had an oily pale complexion, greasy black hair, black eyes and a long hooked nose. With a shouted, “Avada Kedavra,” as the old man begged for his life, the old man flew off the tower and landed in a crumpled heap at the bottom.
Through all this a young man watched. He was under an invisibility cloak, he was frozen by a wandless and wordless Petrificus Totalus. Tears flowed down his eyes as he watched the old man known as Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore fall over the crenellation and on to the grounds below. The invisible man could move again and chased after the fleeing death eaters.
The blond was dragged away from the castle by the killer and the other fought through the Order members. The formerly invisible man chased after them. He was eventually stopped by a giant of a man with long tangled black hair and beard and black eyes. Despite the young man shouts of traitors and murders the young man was led back to the castle.
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“I stood where no man goes, and conquered demon foes
With glory and passion no longer in fashion
The hero breaks his blade”
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“I stood where no man goes, and conquered demon foes
With glory and passion no longer in fashion
The hero breaks his blade”
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Wednesday, December 31, 1997
11:29 PM
Little Hangleton
Riddle House
Second Floor Drawing Room
In the memory of Dumbledore, to avenge him, Harry James Potter set out to destroy the horcruxes. He destroyed the locket at Grimmauld Place easily enough and finally found the cup in that old bedroom of the orphanage. Nagini and Voldemort himself were all that was left.
It didn’t take too long. He took Gryffindor’s sword with him and walked right into the dilapidated Riddle House in Little Hangleton. Voldemort was rather predictable and despite hating the family that had resided in the house, he appreciated the irony of it. The young wizard strode up the steps and into the drawing room.
Voldemort wasn’t alone, Wormtail was with him as was Nagini. The three beings looked up at Harry Potter who had his wand in one hand and the sword in the other. He literally radiated an aura of death to come. He lifted his wand and pointed it at the rat-faced man and said in a calm voice, “Avada Kedavra,” betraying none of his emotions as he did so. The green light struck the man and he fell to the ground sideways before he could get away.
Harry strode forward and stabbed Nagini through the head pinning the body of the snake to the ground as she tried to attack.
“I’ve come for you, Tom,” he said in parseltongue. “I’ll enjoy watching you die, slowly.”
“Foolish boy, I’m immortal,” Voldemort replied in the same manner confidently.
“Your horcruxes?” Harry gave a high pitch, cold laugh. “I destroyed the diary in second year, Dumbledore destroyed the ring in sixth year, I destroyed the stolen locket in August, the cup in October, and Nagini just now. Now I’m going to destroy you AND[/u] this house.[/I]”
Voldemort looked sick, he raised his wand, but Harry waved his wand placing a wordless Full Body Bind on the Dark Lord. “I said slowly, I want to hear you scream. I want the muggles[/u] to hear you scream.[/I]” He pulled the sword from the floor board and slowly cut a lightning bolt shape in the Dark Lord’s forehead. He followed this by crucios with his wand tip directly against the new cut. He did this for awhile before giving the hands third degree burns. He then followed this by dipping the end of the sword in a vial of clear liquid and stabbing the man through his shoulder. He followed this with a prolonged burning sensation in his left forearm and more crucios to the cut on his head. Voldemort had begun screaming long ago, but Harry wasn’t about to stop until he was done. He cleaned the sword with a simple charm and slashed one of the man’s wrist’s open. He followed this with more crucios and a spell of his own invention that tormented the man with his worst nightmares. More crucios followed. Finally, when Harry heard the door down stairs open he said, “Avada Kedavra!” and apparated away.
Thursday, January 1, 1998
1:31 AM
The Daily Prophet Offices
Printing Room
“STOP THE PRESSES!” was a rare shout in the press office, but on this occasion the only rare thing was the news. “Scrap the pages already printed and run this instead,” the chief editor said running out of his office carrying a stack of papers.”
Tired printers gathered around and when they read the headlines for page one it seemed an instant pepper-up potion had swept through the group. “DARK LORD GONE FOR GOOD![/u]” Under it the article described the scene and the believed killer based on evidence on the body, which had been dragged out of the flaming muggle mansion by local muggles.
Thursday, January 1, 1998
7:30 AM
London
Number 12 Grimmauld Place
Basement
You could usually set your watch to the delivery time of the morning mail in the Wizarding World and New Years Day 1998 was no different. Harry Potter was seated at the table eating breakfast when the owls arrived. He was used to seeing a couple but gave a sigh as all the owls came from fans and enemies alike.
“Dobby, Kreacher,” he said as the owls dropped their letters on the table. The two house elves appeared in the kitchen. “Is there any way to detect magical charms or items within, on, or in these letters,” he said gesturing towards the letters that stopped falling.
“Yes, Mr. Harry Potter, sir,” Dobby said bouncing on the balls of his feet. “We’s can separate the nasty letters from the letters the good letters.”
“Would you, please, do so,” Harry asked looking warily at the letters. The two house elves snapped their fingers and suddenly the greatest majority of letters were on the other side of the room.
“These letters contain bad things, Mr. Harry Potter, sir, we’s be taking them to destroy,” Dobby said.
“Is there any way to find out who they’re from, without opening?” Harry said.
Kreacher snapped his fingers and a list appeared, “Thank you, Kreacher.”
Harry was surprised and shocked at the names on the list, many were from the D.A. and the Order, he looked at the pile left, could the house elves got it wrong? He opened one and when nothing happened he read the contents, it was from Draco Malfoy thanking him on the destruction of the Dark Lord.
It was among five letters still left that were good letters, the other were hate mail, including one from Ron and Hermione.
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“Cast this shadow long that I may hide my face
And in this cloak of darkness the world
I will embrace”
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“Cast this shadow long that I may hide my face
And in this cloak of darkness the world
I will embrace”
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Friday, July 31, 1998
7:00 PM
Surrey
Little Whinging
Privet Drive
A group of men appeared at the end of the street. They’re faces were darkened by black cloaks and they’re bodies covered by black robes. They were the type of people that would never be welcomed to Privet Drive. The leader, a short, lean man said, “Avery, Nott, take Numbers 1 and 3, Lestranges take number 2 and 6, Malfoys take numbers 5 and 7, McNair, Bagman, take Numbers 8 and 10, Dolohov, Jugson, take Numbers 9 and 11, Crabbe, Goyle, Carrows take Numbers 12 and 13. Leave Number 4 alone.”
The group set out to follow the leader’s orders. The leader, who wore a full faced black half “crying” half “laughing” mask in the style of drama masks. Barely visible was a set of emerald green eyes. He walked to the door and pointed his wand at the handle. Sending a blasting curse at it he watched amused as the door flew off it’s hinges and spun threw the hallway.
“Honey, I’m home,” he said in a playful sing-songy voice. He strode through the now open door and into the Parlor where the Dursleys had been watching T.V. They were now scrambling to get to the door to the kitchen. “Now that won’t do at all. Colloportus,” he waved his wand at the door. “Well, well, well, Vernon, Petunia, and Dudley, a regular petting zoo we have here, the walrus, the horse, and the pig, though perhaps he’s a whale now.” Dudley flew at him, and Harry stepped aside than pivoting he pointed his wand at the young adult and said, “Crucio.”
“Now, now, we don’t want you hurting me, I am a very important wizard, after all. You see, my job is to exterminate the muggle pest,” the wizard said looking at his wand like it was the most interesting thing in the world.
“Now, let’s see, Petunia, dear, you look like a horse, let’s make you sound like one, too,” a jet of light hit Petunia in the neck. She opened her mouth and brayed like a donkey, “Oops, I’m not the best at that spell,” he said as though it was on purpose. “Vernon, let’s make you the color and shape of a walrus,” another jet hit Vernon changing him into a Walrus, yet he retained his human intelligence and speech capabilities. “And you,” the wizard, that the muggles finally realized was Harry Potter, said to the boy, “I hear you make a nice pig,” the boy’s nose turned into a snout and he grew a curly pink tail. He screamed in embarrassment and fright as he ran over to his family.
“Ah,” Harry coos as if he saw the cutest site in the world. “The pig, the jack *ss, and the walrus all in one place.” He started humming the song “American Pie” while thinking up curses to use on the group of muggles. He stopped humming and used a “Aguamenti,” on the group, soaking the muggles to the bone and nearly drowning them. He followed this by Confundus Charms and Conjunctivitis Curses. He then decided to put them under the Cruciatus Curse for awhile. He then used “Densaugeo” followed by a “Diffindo” to get rid of the teeth. “Engorgio” followed swelling the Dursleys’ noses. He then popped them with a charm. He then got tired of Petunia so used the Entrail-Expelling Curse. He followed this up be using the finger-removing jinx on Dudley. He pointed his wand at Vernon and said, “Furnunculus.” He followed this up with a Horn Tongue curse.
Getting tired he pointed his wand at Dudley, “Imperio.”
Dudley had no mental barriers and stood up going to the kitchen he came back with a knife sticking out of his mouth. He walked over to Petunia and began to cut her body to pieces pretty messingly. When the pieces were finished he spit the knife out and began to rut around like a pig, eating. Vernon threw up he tried shouting at Dudley to stop, but he wouldn’t. “He can’t hear you, he has a weak mind, he’s totally under the effects of my curse. I don’t even have to think about it.”
Dudley finished his meal and Harry said, “Okay, I’m bored, let’s hear some screams, Cruico.” Harry used the curse on them until they’re throats exploded and they died from blood loss.
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“In all that I endure, of one thing I am sure
Knowledge and reason change like the season
A jester’s promenade”
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“In all that I endure, of one thing I am sure
Knowledge and reason change like the season
A jester’s promenade”
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Saturday, August 1, 1998
12:00 PM
London
Number 12 Grimmauld Place
Thrown Room
Harry sat on his thrown in a remodeled Grimmauld place. And sorted through the spells he had learned over night. He knew the knowledge had been with him since he defeated Voldemort, his mind, though, had not been ready. He now had more knowledge in the dark arts than anyone alive, and the perfect template to learn more off of. He just had to practice them.
He called the Malfoy’s to him. “I need some material to practice on, bring me Snape,” he said.
“Where can we find him, Milord,” Draco said in kneeling.
“He owns a house on the muggle street, Spinner’s End,” Harry said, “you’ll find him there. Now go!”
The two left quickly not wanting to become the targets of their lord’s spell work.
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“Lying at my feet I see the offering you bring
The mark of Cain is on our faces, borne of suffering”
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“Lying at my feet I see the offering you bring
The mark of Cain is on our faces, borne of suffering”
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Satuday, August 1, 1998
12:30 PM
Number 12 Grimmauld Place
Thrown Room
A half hour later the two Malfoy’s returned with Snape bound between them. “Milord,” they said, “we have brought the traitor as you have asked.”
“Traitor?” Snape said. “I never betrayed the cause, no one ever contacted me.”
Lucius opened his mouth to speak but Harry interrupted with, “While that’s true, you already betrayed the Dark Lord by belittlement.”
Snape looked sick, “How can--”
His voice was cut by three “Crucios.”
“Did I give you permission to speak, trash? You will speak only when asked a question, do you understand,” Harry said.
“Yes,” Snape said.
“Good, now I’m going to hit you with curses to see what they all do, if you are still alive at the end of my experimentation, than you may rejoin. Oh, an feel free to scream.” What seemed like hours, but really only one, later for Snape, Harry finally stopped. “So how do you feel?”
A whimper was all he got. “Interesting.” He looked at the two other wizards, “He’s still alive, so by my word, take him to the infirmary and get him healed.”
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“O, I long to see you say it’s not been wrong
I stand before you now, a riddle in my song”
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“O, I long to see you say it’s not been wrong
I stand before you now, a riddle in my song”
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Saturday, August 1, 1998
10:45 PM
Number 12 Grimmauld Place
Master Bedroom
The two lovers collapsed onto the pillows breathing heavily. The blond snuggled closer to the brunette. “Draco,” the brunette said, “do you think I’m doing something wrong?”
“No, milord,” he stopped when he saw the look on Harry’s face. “Sorry, Harry, I forgot. But, no, you haven’t done anything wrong. You’re being righter than right. You’re paying back those miserable brainless baboons for how they treated you. They didn’t want a savior, they wanted a scapegoat, and now they have to fear the scapegoat.”
Harry smiled and kissed Draco on the head. “You know what I don’t get,” Draco said. “You torture and kill downstairs, but you’re so loving up here.”
“I leave the Dark Lord at the door, here I’m Harry, no Lucifer,” Harry said.
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“The answer is that sweet refrain
Unheard it always will remain
Beyond our reach, beyond our gain”
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“The answer is that sweet refrain
Unheard it always will remain
Beyond our reach, beyond our gain”
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Thursday, January 1, 1998
9:15 PM
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Gryffindor Tower
Boy’s Dorm
“I can’t believe he did all that,” Hermione said. “We were supposed to be right there with him when he did it.”
“I know ‘Mione, but that B*st*rd didn’t want our help,” Ron said. “And the way he did it,” the young man shivered as if could and his girlfriend snuggled closer.
“I just want to know why he did it,” she said. “Why like that, why couldn’t he have chosen another method.”
“He didn’t want to, ‘Mione,” he said, “he’s evil.”
“Maybe you think so, but I think he just wanted vengeance for a life he didn’t have free,” she said.
“Then why was it so horrible? Why did he do things to You-Know-Who that made Moody’s stomach turn?”
“He had a horrible life, and it’s all Voldemort’s fault,” Ron shivered at the name. “Honestly, Ron, it’s just a name and he’s dead anyways.”
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“Trapped in life’s parade, a king without a crown
In this joy of madness, my smile might seem a frown”
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“Trapped in life’s parade, a king without a crown
In this joy of madness, my smile might seem a frown”
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Friday, July 31, 1998
8:00 PM
Surrey
Little Whinging
Privet Drive
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! “I heard the screams too late, I tried to call,” a hysterical old woman was saying to the scarred man.
The street was in ruins, fire erupted from the houses, dead bodies littered the street, sidewalks, and lawns. Hanging above Number 4 was a modified Dark Mark, the skull was barely visible behind a mask that was half crying and half laughing.
“I thought He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was dead,” Ron said looking at the mark.
“He is,” a Wizarding photo was handed to the red head. “We have been removing the evidence to make this a gas explosion for the muggles.”
The photo was of the new mark with a message underneath it, “Your New Lord Lucifer.”
“Harry,” Hermione whispered when Ron read the message out loud.
“How do you know?” Kingsley Shacklebolt asked.
“Lucifer, in the Muggle religion of Christianity, is the ruler of hell, the lord of darkness. Harry’s life has been hell, and the Dursleys took him to church, more on high holidays than regularly, to try to squash the magic out of him. He would have known about Satan, also known as Lucifer, Morning Star, and the Serpent, and how he was the enemy of God, the creator,” Hermione said her eyes locked on the mark. “Plus, the mark is hanging right over the former residence of the Dursley family.
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“With talons wrought of steel, I tore the heart of doom
And in one gleaming moment I saw beyond the tomb
I stood where no man goes, above the din I rose”
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“With talons wrought of steel, I tore the heart of doom
And in one gleaming moment I saw beyond the tomb
I stood where no man goes, above the din I rose”
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Saturday, October 31, 1998
11:18 PM
Godric’s Hollow
Former Residence of Mr. and Mrs. James Charlus Potter
The two young men hurried across the lawn with their cloaks drawn tight around them. The rain pounded into their running figures and the lightning and thunder flashed all around them. The building they were heading towards was a ruin of a once nice countryside cottage. The second floor had been completely blown apart at one time. On the door was a sign that said, “No Trespassing, Structural Damage.” Ignoring the sign the two figures slid into the structure and looked around.
The two young men lowered their hoods to reveal two men one a brunette, the other a blond. “Reparo,” the brunette said. The house suddenly rebuilt itself. The blond said something and they both felt a tingle as the wards of the house reactivated.
Harry walked up the stairs to what used to be a nursery. He touched the door knob and suddenly he remembered.
Flashback
Saturday, October 31, 1981
11:30 PM
Godric’s Hallow
Residence of Mr. and Mrs. James Charlus Potter
“It’s him,” James shouted. “Lily, take Harry and run, I’ll try to hold him off.”
The door opened and silhouetted in it was a tall man with long fingers. He stepped in. James drew his wand and started throwing spells. Lily gave a startled scream and ran up the steps. “Avada Kedavra,” the man said. A green jet of light hit James.
“JAMES!” Lily screamed, tears falling down her face. She ran to the nursery and picked up the child in the crib holding him to her chest.
“Stand aside silly girl, you are not the one I want to kill,” the man said. The baby started to squirm in his mother’s arms as the woman turned away from the man. “Avada Kedavra.”
Lily fell shielding young Harry with her body. The man walked forward and kicked the woman out of the way of the child. Putting his wand directly to the forehead of the infant he said, “You’ll be my last horcrux, Avada Kedavra.” Green light enveloped the baby whose eyes were just as green. Suddenly a white light came from the child and the wrapped around the green light pushing it back to it’s source. “What is this?!” The man was suddenly struck and felt his body ripping apart. His soul, little more than smoke and vapor pushed from the body.
The little baby though saw the secrets of life and death, true immortality and everything.
End Flashback
“Welcome home, love,” the brunette said with a smile to the blond.
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“Life is amusing though we are losing
Drowned in tears of awe.”
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“Life is amusing though we are losing
Drowned in tears of awe.”
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Sunday, November 1, 1998
3:00 PM
Ottery St. Catchpole
The Burrow
The crowd laughed and smiled as Mr. and Mrs. Ronald Bilius Weasley sealed their vows with a kiss. They clapped and some cried at the sweetness of it all.
“Odd, no one invited us,” a voice said from the back. More people started crying, but out of fright. A group of wizards and witches stood at the back of the group dressed in black robes and cloaks with black masks that were half laughing half crying.
“Be gone, death eater scum,” Ronald yelled from the front.
“Death Eaters?” the head wizard said. “While some of them may have been death eaters at one time, I assure you, they no longer are death eaters. No, I call my followers the Knights of Walpurgis.”
“Harry,” Hermione gasped her hands clasped in Ron’s.
“Not out here. I’m Lucifer, now,” he said. “Avada Kedavra!”