440Eye Of The Storm
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Normal Speech
'Thought'
{Mind Link}
"Demonised Voice"
"Force Manipulation"
"Statement: HK-47 Speaking"
/Parseltongue/
Key Pairings: Harry/Hermione; Draco/Ginny; Neville/Daphne
Side Pairings: Revan/Bastila; Voldemort/Bellatrix
Episode 23: Revenge of the Sith
Fleur and Gabrielle Delacour both looked to their new Master, both of them filled with a sense of fear and actual intimidation as they watched him, while Harry, watching the two young Veela-blooded witches, felt only pride and a sense of completion: the wizarding world was so fickle that they'd believe anything these days.
When the green light had been the last thing seen by Fleur Delacour, it didn't mean that it had been the real Fleur; no, the same trick had worked again thanks to Harry performing his duties and killing not Fleur Delacour, but a broken, treacherous man by the name of Igor Karkaroff: now yes, Harry knew that Polyjuice Potion shouldn't have worked, but he wasn't the Heir of the Sith for nothing.
No, Fleur and Gabrielle's alliances had come by him a long time before that:
Flashback Start
With confidence in his stride, Harry walked towards the Chamber of Secrets, his eyes filled with strength and promise as he considered everything that had happened: his Father's plans were going ahead exactly as he had hoped. Now Harry was the Fourth Triwizard Champion, he would have the means to meet with his family and continue with his plans towards the Ultimate Darkness that would make him the ruler of the Dark Side.
Turning a corner, Harry's smile of success suddenly turned into a look of confusion as he saw the Beauxbatons Champion, Fleur Delacour, holding a younger girl in her arms, both of them crying; narrowing his eyes, Harry approached cautiously as he asked, "Mademoiselle Delacour, are you all right?"
"Yes," Fleur answered, looking up to the owner of the voice; when she saw Harry there, she gasped before she added, "Oh, Monsieur Potter; it iz only you: I am sorry; I was just…"
"Scared?" asked Harry, looking to the two, a note of realisation ringing in his ears as he added, "Sister?"
"Yes," Fleur answered, "Zis is my leetle sister; Gabrielle: she iz all I 'ave 'ere at 'Ogwarts: our parents are, 'ow you say, important members of ze French Ministry and cannot be 'ere for ze Tournament: now I 'ave been chosen as ze Beauxbatons Champion, I am very much scared."
"I think I can understand why," Harry told her, sitting down next to his opponent in the trials ahead, "This Tournament has cost many people many things, including their lives and you do not want to leave Gabrielle alone, yes?"
"You are smarter than you let on Monsieur Potter," Gabrielle commented; she had a light-hearted voice that had Harry smiling: in a way, the little girl was almost…cute. "My big sister 'as to be strong for ze trials ahead, but, to answer your question, oui; she iz afraid to leave me alone."
"You shouldn't be," Harry told her, suddenly looking to both of the witches, "Because I can guarantee that you will make it through to the end and be able to see your sister again…both of you."
"Ow can you promise zis?" asked Fleur, "You are just one boy."
"Oh Mademoiselle," Harry sniggered, allowing his Force power to come out, his eyes changing to the flash of gold that accompanied his darker persona, "I'm a lot more than just one boy: I have the kind of resources and power to see that there is only one champion at the end of this: me; however, if you agree to my terms, I can guarantee your family's safety now and forever."
"Ow would we do zat?" asked Gabrielle.
"Join me," Harry told them, extending his hand, "And with your vows of secrecy, I will tell you everything."
Flashback End
And Harry had told them everything: Fleur and Gabrielle were stunned at first, but, to aid them along, Harry used his Domination power to ensure that neither of them remembered their allegiance until the time was right; when he'd died, their blocks had been released and, with help from the Dark Knights and his loyal friends in Hogwarts, Harry was able to get a hold of Fleur and Gabrielle, bring them to safety, work the old switcheroo and keep them within his Manor.
Now, standing before them, Harry gave another smile before he addressed them, "Have you been hurt while you were here?"
"No Master Riddle," Gabrielle answered; during her time with Harry, she had undergone what Fleur called her Veela transformation and now a young, but still attractive, teenage girl stood before him, her silver hair and soft eyes showing Harry that the Gabrielle he'd thought to be cute was still there. "Your maison iz very, 'ow you say, enchanting and we 'ave been waiting for you to see us."
"I apologise for keeping you here so long," Harry told them, "But I want you to know that the time that we discussed has finally come: do I still have your alliance after this is done?"
"You 'elped save my sister from ze dangers of ze Tournament," Gabrielle told him, before she approached him and wrapped her arms around his armoured waist, almost like a little sister. "You 'ave our alliance to ze end of your conquest."
"Then I give you both leave to return to your homes," Harry told them, "Your parents will need some convincing but, if they cannot accept who you have become, then know that this house will always be here for you to call home: I'm sorry that you had to play along for the charade to work Gabrielle."
"I do not mind," Gabrielle replied, "My sister and I owe you everything we 'ave become Master 'Arry: we stand wiz you forever."
"I have to go now," Harry told her, "Take care and, if you need to come back, then let me know immediately."
Both Delacours bowed their heads to him before Harry, activating two Portkeys he had used to take them away in the first place, sent the next additions to his dark alliance on their way home…
It wasn't much later that they returned, their faces and bodies streaked in blood, Fleur's face now an example of darkness perfected while little Gabrielle was in tears and sought the comfort of her quote-unquote new brother.
Harry was more than willing to let her tears be the catalysts for his plan to move ahead: the time was right…
EyeOfTheStorm
'Destiny has such a funny sense of humour.'
So thought Harry Riddle as he stood in a ceremonial circle, his Father standing opposite him, both of them holding onto what appeared to be a pair of Blood Blades, Bellatrix, Hermione and Severus gathered around the outer edge of the circle as Father and son looked to one another, Tom giving Harry a rare smile, which the Dark Prince actually returned.
"I know that this is probably the last thing you wanted to do on your birthday," Tom explained to his son, "But the sooner we get it over with, the sooner we can be a family again."
"I couldn't agree more Father," Harry replied, looking to his Mother and, between them, sharing a smile of hope and wonder: on one point, the Dark Lord was right: severing his soul on the anniversary of his birth, the anniversary of his anointing as Darth Giudizio, was the last thing he wanted to do.
"Are you ready?" asked Tom, "This will hurt."
"I know," Harry replied, already moving to strip off his robe, exposing his pale, darkly-empowered body, his eyes filled with hope, "If it helps you Father, then I am prepared."
"Then let us begin," Tom remarked, pointing the tip of his blade at Harry's heart, before, with swift movements, he began to carve runes into his son's chest: the runes for life, death and power soon adorned the area around Harry's heart while, at the same time, Harry had to carve the runes for unity, soul and mind into his Father's chest.
Once they were done, the two Sith warriors lay their weapons at their sides, before Tom took Harry's hand and placed it on the runes, Harry following suit with his Father; clearing his throat, Tom began to speak in Parseltongue, his words understood by Harry alone, /Let the soul that is tainted by the unknown now be cleansed; let the forces of light be driven into darkness; by the will of Salazar Slytherin, I, Tom Marvolo Riddle, recall what once was lost: release!/
Harry actually cried out as he felt his mind, body and very soul being torn apart, the blood that was now dripping from the carved runes suddenly turning black, a mysterious mist rising from every pore on his body; struggling to stay upright, the Heir of the Sith fulfilled his part, /I, the Lord of Slytherin, recognise your power and ask you: do you hold regret for the death caused to create such an abomination?/
/I…do,/ Tom gasped, his own blood now pooling around his and Harry's feet, the black mist seemingly extending towards the body of the Dark Lord as he hissed, /Were there another way, I would not have mutilated my soul in such a way that I cursed my own son to his nightmares: I pray that the forces of darkness forgive me; I pray that Salazar forgives me; I pray that my son, the vessel of the Horcrux, forgives me for what I have done./
/I do Father,/ Harry replied, /And I willingly return to you what once was lost./
With two cries of pain, Tom and Harry felt their souls divide before they united again, Harry's body seemingly being drained of power while Tom appeared to get stronger; then, as the Dark Lord had expected, Harry also began to glow as his true power was unleashed, his magical will moulding to the power of the Force and healing his wounds.
That was when it happened: Tom suddenly clutched at his heart, dropping to his knees while Harry stayed standing: at his sides, the Dark Lord gasped as he saw other soul pieces, represented by clouds of black mist, forming all around him, all of them now linking their tendrils not to Tom, but to Harry.
"Harry?" asked Tom, trying to speak through the driving pain in his chest, "What…what are you…"
Then he heard it: feverish chanting coming from all around him: "Animae damnatorum spiritus malos ferre potes cognoscere malum et verum est enim magister vester, qui cudebat desere teque ad tui sceleris gerens; Qui finxit dolor sit scire et nosse eum qui potestatem habebat, una cum magistri et resurgere!"
"H-Harry?" gasped Tom, hearing the feverish chanting now also being spoken by his son; looking to the Sith Prince, Tom heard it before he felt it: the hiss of a lightsabre followed by a driving pain through his heart; looking into the eyes of the Sith Prince, Tom saw only blackness.
"I hope you can still hear me," Harry told him, "Because I want you to know the name of your true destroyer: I, Harry Salazar Revan Riddle, took your life and ended your legacy. I would have gladly let you live and shared in your power…but," he seemed to raise his spare hand and curl four of his fingers until his index finger stood straight, as if making a point. "No Father, no matter their past, present or future, tries to kill their own son: you left me in hell and condemned me to a life where I didn't have any power. What?" he then asked, a cold smile crossing his face as he noticed the stunned look in the eyes of the now dying Dark Lord, "Did you think I'd forgive you so easily? That I'd come back to you and play happy families so you could rule over everything? Over me: no Voldemort; I was not going to allow that: the Sith, the Dark Side, the Empire, it all belongs to me now."
"My…anchors," gasped Tom.
"Ah," laughed Harry, "Yes, your Horcruxes: now we get to the brunt of the matter: you see Dad, I knew about your soul piece for a very long time now; I also knew about Mother being alive and Severus being my ally for a very long time. Would you like to know when this happened?"
"H…Harry…" Tom gasped, "I…I l-l-love you…son…"
"Tom," sighed Harry, "That was what made it so easy to fool you: I never accepted that I was your son: Mother's, yes, but not yours: right from the start, this was my real plan: to become the one, true Heir of Darth Revan and rule as the Dark Prince, soon to be King. Now, I ask again, before you die, would you like to know how I did it?"
"You may as well tell him little snake," Bella laughed, Harry growing stronger with her tone of voice, "He deserves to know."
"All right," Harry answered, now looking over to his Mother as he asked, "When did you remember?"
"R…r…remember?" asked Tom, his blood now pooling even faster as the lightsabre, black in image and black in death, still protruded from his heart.
"That's right Tom," Bella replied, now stepping into the circle, Hermione moving to her lover's other side as they faced the dying darkness, "My little snake paid me a visit long before we actually escaped: it was, ironically, the night he lost me: Halloween: when Harry was discovered to be the Fourth Champion, he used his power and came to Azkaban: thanks to his mastery over the Force, we had a nice long chat and then, at the end of it, he made me forget until the time was right, which, by the way, was the day you rescued me Harry."
"And all the while," Harry added, "Right from the moment I gave him my little message back in September, Severus has been helping me prepare for this moment: if you'll permit me Dad, I'll translate the spell: Soul of the damned, spirit of the evil, submit your power to the true evil and recognise your master for who he is; forsake that who forged you and return to he who bears your evil; Let he who forged you know your pain and let he who held you know your power; become one with your new master and rise again; in other words, you don't have any anchors anymore: I have them all: all your powers, all your legacies and all your strengths. All you have left, murderer who I will never call my Father, is the cold grasp of death: if you had only seen me from the start, you wouldn't have to die, but, sadly, you do: rest…in…peace!"
On the last word, Harry pulled the sabre from Tom Riddle's heart, the Dark Lord falling to the ground, dead as a doornail, leaving the Dark Prince to turn to his Mother, who bowed low to him, Hermione and Severus following suit as the Dark Lady asked, "What do you command my Lord Giudizio?"
"What my predecessor could not," Harry answered her, "The second coming of the Sith Empire…"
EyeOfTheStorm
AN: I wrote this next bit while listening to 'King of Kings' by Motorhead (Triple H's alternate theme) it seems to fit;
That was seven years ago;
Now, Harry Salazar Revan Black – he gave up his old name after his Father's death – walked down the corridor towards the viewing platform that overlooked his empire, his mind taking in how things had changed for the world since the death of the Dark Lord Voldemort.
It had taken all of three weeks for Darth Giudizio to be known throughout the world: first came the rather enjoyable death of Barty Crouch Senior and Harry's first official victim, Percy Weasley: this sent a message to the Minister, especially when Percy was found stripped of his flesh, his skeleton hanging like some dark effigy.
Next came the Minister's right-hand woman, Dolores Umbridge: Harry chuckled to himself as he could still hear her screams and pleas for mercy: seeing two deaths in the world, Darth Giudizio had revealed himself and challenged the light outright. Knowing he needed allies and warriors, he had travelled to Revanchist Isle and Malachor Castle: what he had found was a slaughter…at his hands. Both places were riddled with Light Side, alias Jedi, memories that Harry burned to the ground, the remnants of the Shadow Legions swearing their allegiance to him instantly.
Next came Harry's favourite death: the traitor known as Ron Weasley; at Harry's hand, he tasted death and saw his own life ended by Sith magic and the power of the Dark Side. What made it even sweeter was how the rest of the family had watched while Fred, George and Ginny torched their homes, Harry finding that Ragnok's earlier assumptions about Bill proved true. The goblin worker joined the Sith Order on the day of his brother Percy's death, his life and servitude sworn to the Heir and newly risen Lord of the Sith Empire.
After the obstacles in Harry's path were out of his way, it left two main targets: Cornelius Fudge for allowing Sirius to be incaracerated, which, in turn, led to his death and Albus Dumbledore for believing he could use and abuse Harry's power.
Fudge attempted a cease-fire and a surrender to the power of Darth Giudizio, now known through the world as Lord Giudizio, but he only found himself bowing down to the Sith King, before the entire world witnessed his execution as Harry torched him with Sith Lightning, disembowelled him with his sabre and, for added emphasis, fed his corpse to the dragon he had released during the Tournament.
That left just one target: Dumbledore and he didn't go down easily: Harry learned of a band known as the Order of the Phoenix who soon became the Order of the Wyvern as they realised who held the power; Harry spun a web of lies and told them he was the murderer of their saviour, Harry Potter; this was evidence enough, especially when he provided an altered memory of the death of Lord Voldemort.
The entire Order, which was now led by Mandalore, Draco, Ginny and Remus, swore their allegiances and vowed to serve their new Lord in everything they did: Dumbledore, as ordered by the new Minister, Lucius Malfoy, was cast out of Hogwarts and replaced by the Sith Lord himself when he graduated: in the meantime, Severus was in charge.
When he graduated, it was with the highest marks in the known history of Hogwarts: becoming High Master of Hogwarts, Harry transformed Hogwarts into the first brand new Sith Sorcerer's Academy and renamed it the Star Forge Academy, after the place where Revan had come back to power. This just left Dumbledore and, on the eve of his eighteenth birthday, Harry met him face to face.
Spells, Force Powers, potions, curses and all manner of magic flew between the two until Harry, severing both Dumbledore's wrists, broke his connection to the magic and, with the old man begging for mercy, shook his head coldly before he revealed his darkest secret: "Guess who Dumbledore? You shouldn't have killed Sirius."
Harry's name was the last word spoken by Dumbledore and, as he wandered out onto the viewpoint, Harry could still hear the submissive cheers of the witches and wizards at the Academy; he could still smell Dumbledore's charred corpse rotting away; he could feel Hermione's reward for their final victory and, above all, he could actually still sense the presence of the one who had started him down this path.
Yes, Harry had delved into the Force and found that he could call on the souls of the departed, though he limited it to Lily, James and Sirius, all of whom became a dark order of haunting spies that watched every corner of the rebuilt Sith Empire, now known simply as the Empire of the Dark Sun.
On his nineteenth birthday, Harry had proposed to Hermione and they had been married, before taking their domination global: Sith Academies replaced magical schools, small factions of resistance were met with death and Harry became the Grand Sorcerer of the International Order, in other words: King of Kings; King of the World.
All of Earth bowed before the will of Darth Giudizio and, as he wandered out onto the edge of the viewpoint, Hermione now standing at his right-hand while on his left were Ferrox, now christened Darth Revan II, as well as Draco, who had also willingly submitted to the power of the force, turning him into Darth Dracula, the Vampire of the Sith – as he was known to their enemies – the Sith Lord gave a smile, before he looked to his queen, a soft smile crossing his face as he nodded once.
Approaching the edge of the viewpoint, Hermione looked with her husband out over the sea of heads, bodies and mounted weapons that were the main force of their Empire, their warriors eagerly waiting for their Master's commands;
"The Light Side have fallen: the Jedi are now remnants of a history that is forbidden by law; the magic has become anew and the world falls under one banner: all hail Darth Giudizio, the Supreme King of Darkness and Master of the Sith!"
As one, the followers beneath them all cried out, "Hail Lord Giudizio."
"Hail King Giudizio."
"He is the Power; He is the Dark; He is the Power; He is the Dark."
Watching her lover bask in his dark greatness, Hermione bowed to him before she spoke, "The Sith, the Dark Side and the world all bow before you: you have reclaimed the mantle and legacy of Darth Revan and made it anew; the Light is in tatters and you are finally where you belong: upon your rightful throne."
"You are right," Harry told her, his voice cold and deadly, but not so much that he still didn't feel love; turning to Hermione, Harry wrapped his arms around her, the Sith Queen tracing her hand over a scar that covered Harry's left eye – a remnant from his duel with Dumbledore – before the Sith King asked, "What could make this day better?"
"Well," Hermione answered, planting a kiss on Harry's lips before she took his hand and guided it down to her stomach, the eyes of the Sith King widening as he felt a small bump, a ripple of magic in the Force telling him enough, but it was Hermione who set the bar for their future:
"How does the Supreme King feel about becoming a Father?"
THE END…AND THE BEGINNING!
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OC Ritual Spell;
Animae damnatorum spiritus malos ferre potes cognoscere malum et verum est enim magister vester, qui cudebat desere teque ad tui sceleris gerens; Qui finxit dolor sit scire et nosse eum qui potestatem habebat, una cum magistri et resurgere: Soul of the damned, spirit of the evil, submit your power to the true evil and recognise your master for who he is; forsake that who forged you and return to he who bears your evil; Let he who forged you know your pain and let he who held you know your power; become one with your new master and rise again