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Harry Potter King Of Dementors	By : Ace1984 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 31949 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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A/N: Please note, this will be Harry/Astoria/Daphne Pairing.

Azkaban

Harry Potter, The-boy-who-lived, the chosen one, laid curled up in his small cell. He placed his hands over his ears. The ear pitch screams of prisoners being tortured echoed through the corridors. He shivered due to the cold damp air, swirling around him. There was no heating in his cell, just a small old tatty camp bed, with moth bitten blankets, and a small hole in the corner of the cell, to relieve himself. Harry had no idea how long he had been in here, to him it seemed like an eternity. He stood up and wrapped the blanket around himself, due to Azkaban being located on a small rocky island, the cold sea air swept through the tower, leaving a chilling and freezing sensation in its wake. Harry looked out of his barred windows. He could see the sharp rocks formed from the waves of the crashing sea below him. They lit up as thunder and lightning illuminated the dark grey sky. Harry assumed that the sky around Azkaban must have been charmed too stay dark and clouded. Suddenly Harry froze, he looked around his cell and saw the water on the walls slowly freezing, he held his head and fell to the floor. The screams of his mother flooding his memory, there was only one thing in the world that could make him feel like this. Slowly he turned,the door of his cell was opening. Harry shivered as the hooded figure glided towards him. He closed his eyes and thought back to the memory of his parents. Raising his hand in front of the advancing Dementor. He cried out.

"Expecto Patronum!"

From his hand formed a medium size shield of white vapour. No where near as strong, if he had been using a wand, but the small shield seemed to do the trick. The Dementor, brought his bony hands up to shield itself, it then slowly glided back out of the cell.

Once his cell door had been closed he fell down against one of the walls sliding down, to the ground. Using wand-less magic took a lot out of him. He took deep breath and crawled over to his small bed before laying down on it. He closed his eyes. his dreams were plagued with the same images over and over again.

Flash back

Courtroom 10 Ministry of Magic

Harry sat chained in the middle of the courtroom, he knew what the verdict was going to be, even before he walked into the room. There was no way Fudge would miss the chance to send the boy who was causing his Ministry a great deal of trouble, to rot in Azkaban. The case had been short and to the point. Harry was left to try defend himself. He had hoped that professor Dumbledore would have tried and defend him on his behalf, but that seemed too good to be true. The headmaster hadn't even turned up. He looked to the bench. The whole Wizengamot were in the middle of a heated discussion. Finally Harry watched Fudge stand up.

"Harry James Potter, we the esteem body of the Wizengamot find you guilty of using the Patronus Charm, and performing magic in front of a muggle. It is this court decision that you will go to Azkaban for a year. Six months for performing magic under-age and six month for performing magic in front of a muggle. Auror escort the accused to Azkaban, and my the higher powers that be, have mercy on your soul."

End Of Flash back

"BOOM!"

Harry woke up, and fell out of his bed. He felt the tower shaking, he quickly made his way to the window. He could see several robed figures floating on brooms outside the prison. He then looked down, he couldn't see much due to his cell being around the other side to the entrance of Azkaban. But he could see the flashing colour of spell fire being exchanged. He backed away from the window and listened. He heard cell doors being blasted open, the sound of feet running through the corridors. Harry assumed that Voldemort was breaking his most loyal followers out of prison so that he could assemble his army. He heard his cell door blasted open. He backed himself against the far wall. Two robed skull mask figures had walked into his cell. He shielded his eyes as one of the death eater wand tip lit up. He tried to cover his lightning bolt scar, but found it was no good. He knew his time was up when he heard one of the death eater shout.

"Potter! Send for the Dark Lord immediately!"

Harry looked to see one of the figures pulling up his right arm sleeve, exposing the sickly black tattoo. He looked at the death eater place the tip of his wand to the mark and screamed in pain as it slowly started to glow. Harry looked around to see if he could see any way out. He had been working on his wand-less magic, but knew his stunner's were nowhere near strong enough to stun a person yet. He had practiced on a few rats that had strayed into his cell, and found he could stun them for around 10 seconds, but no longer. Lowering his head he heard the sound of someone apparating into his cell. He heard the cruel laughter of the one person he did not want to see again. He looked up into the chilling red eyes of the snake face Dark Lord.

"Harry Potter! Well I must say this is a pleasant surprise. Who would thought killing you would be so simple, as this. Severus you were right to call me."

Harry eyes widened the one who had summoned Voldemort was none other then his Potion master professor Snape. Harry knew that Snape was a double agent, and if exposed would truly be the end of the order of the phoenix. Then Harry thought, why should he care, they had done nothing to help him. If anything they had allowed him to rot here in this god forsaken place, His green eyes flashed as he glared at his once potion professor.

"You will have your wish soon Snape. You have always thought of me as my father's child, but you never took a step back and saw me for my mother's as well. Soon I will be a memory and you can have the gratification of knowing you helped endthe name Potter!"

Severus looked at Harry, for the first time in his life, he didn't see the pompous attention seeking brat and spawn of James Potter, but a scared child preparing for his death. Severus turned and left the cell, he didn't want to watch Harry killed. He stood outside and heard the killing curse leave his masters lips. He saw the sickly green glow and then the sound of a body thumping to the floor. Severus lowered his head, Albus would have to be informed of this. Looking around he apparated out of Azkaban dreading the reaction of the order once he told them that their only chance of defeating the Dark Lord was dead.

Underworld

Harry opened his eyes. The last think he remember seeing was the green flash, then darkness. He sat up and looked around him. He could see he was in some sort of room. He could see two figures in a heated argument, one looked ancient and had a long black beard and was dressed in a black toga, the other was a hooded figure holding a Scythe in his hand. Harry assumed the robed figure was death, but he had no clue who the other man was, that was until he heard death speak.

"Lord Hades, you know as well as I do, that Tom Riddle as cheated death, in cheating me he has cheated you. The boy was the only one who could stop him. He must go back and complete the task assigned to him."

Harry watched the old man pace back and forth, He had guessed that death was addressing Lord Hades, the suppose God of the underworld. He jumped to hear a small cry beside him.

"Help me?"

Harry turned and almost threw up at what was laying beside him. It was then that he remembered where he had seen this figure before. In the graveyard in his fourth year. This was the deformed body of Voldemort. His thoughts were confirmed when he heard the voice of death echo through the room.

"Be silent you. I have waited long enough for a piece of you to fall into my hands. You Tom Riddle will be going nowhere."

Harry then gulped as Death turned his attention to him. "Harry James Potter. I see you are awake. Good, come allow me to introduce you to my master Lord Hades God of the underworld."

Harry slowly stood up and found himself dressed in some white toga, accompanied with matching sandals Harry thought he looked stupid in the whole thing, but held his thought to himself, after all he was in the presents of two divine beings. He bowed in respect.

"My apologies My lords, but why am I here? If I died surely I should be somewhere else."

For the first time since Harry had been in the room, Hades spoke.

"Harry James Potter. Your case is unique in that you never reached your full potential in life. This was due to a number of factors, however they are now all in the past, and we must turn to the future. Thanatos here, as told me about what Tom Riddle has been doing all his life. In fact some of his information as answered a few questions that have been bugging me for years. You see your entire reason for being born was to bring the downfall of Tom Riddle. Now that you are dead though, it seems the fates have fucked up in the first time for many years. It was them that bought you to me. I was about to send you to the Elysium fields so that you could be with your family, when Thanatos here interrupted me. He wants to send you back with some help, so that the Tapestry can be re woven to how it was suppose to be. The fact you are the only one who can defeat Tom Riddle adds ammunition to his argument. I will now place you in his care. He already has a plan in mind to help you. Fare well Harry Potter until we meet again."

Harry covered his eyes, the room was filled with a dazzling light as Hades flashed out of the room, just leaving him and death, with the deformed Tom Riddle laying on the floor. Harry looked toward the robed entity, and waited.

"Tell me Harry James Potter, do you know what Dementors are?

Harry gave Death a confused look before thinking about the question.

"I don't know much about them My lord, except they are fowl creatures that suck out all the happiness in the world, and that they have the power to remove someone soul while performing what we wizards call a kiss."

Death nodded. "That is what they have become, but they were not always like that. Their original creation was to aid me in doing my duty. You see when someone dies, I am suppose to free them from their body so they can go to the underworld to be judged. It get hectic in my job, especially when so many people die at once. So I created the Dementors to do my job for me. When someone was about to die, then one of them would release the soul for me. For years it worked perfectly, however some ancient witch discovered how to control them and brought them under her control. From that day forward they became what they are now, a weapon for wizards and witches to use as they feel fit. I intend to break that control and hand them over to you to lead them and become their leader. As you know they are used by wizards and witches, but they also feared by them. I want you to embrace this fear and use it against your enemies. You from this day forward will become their King, who will only answer to me."

Harry wanted to speak up, but found himself being pulled back, by some invisible force. Suddenly his eyes opened again, he sat up and found himself in some sort of study. He guessed he was no longer in the underworld as he was dressed in the stripped jump suit he had worn in Azkaban. He looked up and around the room. On the wall were a number of portraits that he had no clue about. He turned to see hanging up, a dark robe, and weird looking helmet, made of some sort of black metal. It reminded him of a head piece he had read about in one of the Hogwarts Library fiction books, called Lord of the rings. The helmet was worn by one of the nine kings known as the Witch king. He then looked to the table and saw black spiked gauntlets , with a note. Harry stood up and walked to the table. He picked the note up before looking down at it.

Dear Harry James Potter

You now reside in your family ancestral home known as Potter manor. My army is now under your control, where before you were affected by Dementors, you will find now that you will give off the same effects as them. This is one of my gifts, you now have the powers of a Dementor. You might be wondering what's with the fancy dress costume I have left you. Well every super hero needs a costume consider this yours. The robes themselves are unique where they are resistant to all spells, including the three unforgivable. The helmet will protect your mind from being read and defend you against other mental attacks. The gauntlets will act like a wand allowing you to channel your magic through them taking your enemies by surprise. The boots are also enchanted to give you the power to glide just like a Dementor can. As you know Dementors are weak against the Patronus charm, and it is your job as their king to make sure this simple charms doesn't affect them anymore.

A word of advice to not trust anyone, not even your closes friends and certainly not the head master of Hogwarts. He is much to blame for your life. However this you will be revealed soon. I wish you luck Young Harry Potter

Death

Harry placed the note back on the table. He then reached up and removed the black robe hanging up. Along with the robe he found a black shirt and black trousers. He quickly removed the jump suit he was now wearing and got dressed in what death had left to him. Once he had placed the robe, gauntlets and boots on, he glided toward the black metal helmet. Taking it in both hands he faced the mirror before placing it over his head. His eyes widened as the rest of his face vanished just leaving a hollow black hole between the mouth piece of the helmet. He turned around and raised his hands. He pointed his hand towards one of the walls. He decided to test out his new powers.

"Stupefy"

Harry's eyes widened. Three red streaks of light shot out of his hands marking the wall with black scorch marks. He grinned to himself, before gliding out of the study. He looked around and saw dozens of Dementors just floating around the house. Death had been right when he had told him that he wouldn't feel the effects of the Dementors. Harry glided amongst them. As he passed each one bowed towards him. He looked to the middle of the room and saw a black throne. He glided towards it, before taking a seat. He looked to see all the Dementors turn and bow. One of the Dementor floated up beside him, He felt a weird sensation in his head, before a voice spoke.

"Greeting my Liege. I am glad you are awake. I have assembled every brethren I could find. We are all now under your command and await our orders."

Harry grinned he stood from his throne, before raising both hands in the air. "My fellow Kin, we have work to be done, and not much time to complete it."

12 Grimmauld Place

Severus appeared outside the door, before it slowly opened. He hurried inside and down the small staircase to the kitchen. He looked around at all the faces of the order. He then took his seat. How was he going to tell them that there suppose saviour had been killed by the Dark Lord? He sat quietly while Albus began the meeting.

"Now that we are all here, what news do you bring Severus?"

Severus stood up, before taking a deep breath. "The Dark Lord, raided Azkaban earlier this evening. He freed several of his inner circle. These include Bellatrix Lastrange and both Lastrange brothers, along with several others. However that is not the most disturbing news. I regret to inform everyone that the Dark Lord discovered Potter while he was freeing the rest of his followers. He wasted no time is killing him. Harry Potter is no more."

The reaction from the whole order was what he expected. Several burst into tears, while others looked completely bewildered. Sirius stood up and stormed from the room closely followed by Remus. Severus took his seat and lowered his head.

Albus sighed. He knew this might have happened, but hoped that Voldemort would have left him alone in fear of what had happened last time he had tried to kill the boy. Obviously Voldemort had taken the chance and killed Harry. However something was puzzling Albus greatly, he knew that Harry was a Horcrux so in theory when Voldemort would try to kill the boy, then he in fact would be killing the soul fragment residing in the boy. Leaving young Harry fairly unharmed. This needed further investigating. Albus then turned to his spy once again.

"Anything else that you found out?"

Severus nodded. "A number of raids are planned in the Christmas break. The Dark Lord wishes to make an example of those who refuse to join his side. So far three targets have been confirmed. The Zabini family, the Davis family and finally the Greengrass family. All three of these family decided to remain neutral, however the Dark Lord does not see this and has decided you're either with him or against him."

Albus lowered his head. "I see, well there is nothing to be done for now except wait to see what Voldemort's next move will be. We will continue to guard the prophecy just like before, just in case Voldemort is still after it. I will go to Gringotts tomorrow and find out what will happen to the Potter estate, as his Magical guardian I have more chance of being informed then anyone else."

The meeting quickly adjourned and everyone flooed away. Leaving just Sirius and Remus to weep over the loss of their best friends son.

Riddle Manor (Christmas Break)

Voldemort sat in his throne like chair, with Nagini wrapped around his feet. His loyal followers stood in front of him. Many were new recruits. He had learnt a lot of his old group had died once he had fallen all those years ago. He tapped the tip of his wand against his throne. Something was troubling him. Yes he had killed Harry Potter last month, but when he had sent one of his followers to retrieve the body he had come back empty handed. Voldemort had spent a good five minutes showing his displeasure at the news. He had used the torture curse for so long that the minion had completely lost his mind. Voldemort could see he was going to be no good to him, so decided to put him out of his misery. He had then left the Body for his Anaconda familiar to dine upon.

Voldemort had wondered what had happened, his spy in Gringotts had confirmed that the Potter vaults were still active, which could mean only one thing. The brat was still alive. This did not fare well with him. It would be twice now that the brat had taken the killing curse at point blank range, and lived to tell the tale. Voldemort had hoped after he had killed the boy, then that would be the end of the matter, but now he knew that the brat was still alive, he needed the item being held in the Department of Mysteries, to see just what it was that made it impossible to kill the brat.

He put Potter out of his mind for now, tonight he was going to bring three families to their knees for denying him their loyalty. He himself would not lead the attacks as he felt that the families were not worth his time. He and his more loyal followers had a bigger mission to complete. DMLE had been a real thorn in his side for too long, and he was planning to send a message to the department by killing Their head of department Amelia Bones. Voldemort knew the Bones were a Noble Ancient house, and had no doubt that the wards on the ancestral home would be immense, and need his expert skill to bring down. He looked at his followers as they had assembled into four teams. Voldemort stood up and addressed his follower.

"My minions, tonight we will show those who wish to remain neutral, that there is no such ground. You are either with us or against us. Nott, you will lead your team in targeting the Davis family. Lucius you will lead the attack on the Greengrass family, Parkinson you will lead the assault on the Zabini's. Remember this is a message to the wizarding world. There are to be no survivors. Slaughter all those who oppose you. Along with your groups, I will be assigning you each two Dementors to assist you. Now go and make me proud."

Every death eater bowed and started to apparate from the manor. Little did they know that none of them would be returning back alive.

Potter Manor

Harry waited in his throne room, his plan to allow several of his Dementor's to join Voldemorts ranks had paid off. He had been informed from his followers within Voldemorts ranks that three families were to die tonight. Harry had learnt that these families were neutral in the war, and were just being targeted due to the fact Voldemort couldn't have his own way. Harry wasn't going to standby and see innocent witches and wizards slaughtered, just because Voldemort decided to throw his toys out of his pram. Harry himself was going to lead the rescue on the Greengrass family, while his fellow kin would rescue the other families. It had been a very long month, trying to get himself back into shape, not to mention teaching his army to resist the patronus charm. The first week had been a complete waste, as the smallest white vapour had sent his army into full retreat. However the more he made them face it, the more they became resistant to it, until finally Harry's stag could do nothing against them. He looked to his clock and saw the big hand strike causing eight bells to ring throughout the manor. He placed his helmet onto his head, and looked around at his loyal followers.

"The time has come. Remember only those with his mark are to die."

Greengrass Manor

Clyde Greengrass sat in his arm chair, sipping on a glass of fire whisky with his wife and two daughters around him. Due to his immense wealth, Clyde spent most of his time at home, and in the Wizengamot. He had been one of the few who were disgusted at how the ministry had treated Harry Potter, and was all for finding him not guilty at his trial. However he had found himself out numbered in the votes and had to watch Harry being dragged off in chains. No one in the Wizengamot knew of the Greengrass/Potter alliance, like no one knew that there were not four marauders, but five.

Clyde had been James informant within the Slytherin ranks and had passed on valuable information regarding prank targets and those who deserved to be humiliated. Where he had been friends with James, his wife Iris had been best friends with Lily Potter. It was through Lily's encouragement that he had asked Iris out. He and his wife were devastated when they had heard the Potter's had been killed. They had known they were listed as one of Harry's guardians and was ready to accept him into their family. However Albus Dumbledore had seen that Harry was sent elsewhere, why Clyde could never understand, but the feedback he was getting from his eldest Daughter Daphne, was making his blood boil. No Lord deserved to be dressed in rags and hand me downs, especially not a Lord of A Most Noble and Ancient House. He had spent hours in the ministry records trying to find out who had custody of the young Lord, only to find every record had been sealed by the Chief warlock Albus Dumbledore. Clyde looked to the clock and saw it was nearly eight, he stood from his chair only to hear a loud "BOOM!" Clyde withdrew his wand. He immediately felt his house wards crash. He turned to his wife and two daughters.

"Get down to the safety room. Go now!"

He watched as his wife and two daughters ran out of the room, only to be knocked over by the force of his front doors being blown in. Clyde quickly ran in front of his family who were slowly getting to their feet. He looked to the smoke and saw several robed figures, all wearing skull masks. Clyde braced himself as several cutting curse headed towards him. He quickly dived out the away, avoiding them by mere inches. He tried getting up only to hear the killing curse leave one of the death eaters lips. The last thing Clyde saw was the green flash before darkness.

Iris screamed as her husband laid dead in front of them, she turned to her two daughters. "Run, go now. Whatever you do, don't look back." Just as she had finished she heard the killing curse muttered again, and she joined her husband in the list of the dead.

Daphne didn't know what to do, she tried to run only to find herself frozen as she was hit by a body binding curse. She fell forward only able to move her head, and saw her sister had been bound by the same spell. Suddenly she felt herself levitated and floating in front of the mask figure who had bound her. She gasped as the figure used his wand to vanish his mask, revealing the sickly smile of Draco Malfoy.

"Hello Greengrass, fancy finding you here. The Dark Lord wants you dead, but I think a little fun is in order first. After all none of your little hexes can save you now. Once I have had my way with you, I think I will do the same to your sister."

Draco was interrupted by his father shouting. "For fuck sake Draco, the Dark Lord told us to kill them, then return to him at once. There is no time for you to have your way with the blood traitors. Kill them and be done with it..."

Lucius was interrupted from finishing his sentence,a brisk chill washed over him. He slowly breathed and realised his breath was as clear as day. Panicking he looked around the floor to see several water droplets freezing.

"Impossible, they were to remain outside, unless we called for them."

Lucius froze again as a chilling voice shouted.

"Their with me. They only pretended to side with your master. In fact if it wasn't for them, I wouldn't have known about this little raid."

Lucius slowly turned around with the rest of his group. What he saw made him drop his wand immediately. There standing in front of them was a figure in a black robe, dressed from head to toe in black armour. Standing a few feet behind him was at least 30 Dementors. Lucius came back to his senses, he went to summon his wand, only to find the mystery figure had summoned it already. What shocked Lucius more was the figure did it without a wand. He pushed his chest out and tried to look as intimidating as the sight in front of him.

"Who are you?"

Harry grinned. No one could see his face, thanks to the enchanted helmet. All the person could see were a pair of glowing green eyes, shining out of the helmet eye sockets. Harry smirked again. He then turned on his Fear power, and watched to see Lucius fall to his knees. He looked at the other death eaters and could see they were on their knees also. He then saw Draco still had both Greengrass sisters frozen. He concentrated and sent a wave of fear directly at Draco, causing him to cower like the rest. Once all of the death eaters were petrified with fear, he glided forward.

"Forgive me. I am death's executioner. To my faithful followers I am known as the Dementor King, and you Lucius Malfoy have been judged and found guilty, your punishment to have your soul devoured, along with the rest of your masters followers."

Harry raised his arms and grinned to see Lucius floating helplessly towards him. He grabbed him by his robes, and stared into his silver eyes. What he saw was fear. He then leaned his hollow head forward, before pursing his lips, and sucking Lucius's soul right out of him. Once the deed was done he threw the soul-less carcass to the side. He heard the ear pitching scream of Draco shouting.

"Father!"

Draco had watched his father's soul-less body drop to the floor. He was filled with absolute rage and pointed his wand at the armoured figure. "Avada Kadavra!"

The sickly green streak left his wand and flew towards the armoured figure. However his eyes widened to see the armour figure extend his hand before absorbing the killing curse. Draco was scared now, this figure had absorbed the killing curse as if it was nothing. He almost soiled himself when the figure glided towards him. He raised his wand again, only to find it pulled from his very grasp. He watched the figure crush his wand within his armoured hands. He froze as the figure spoke.

"You will die next just as your father did. The Name Malfoy dies tonight."

Draco felt helpless as he was grabbed by his robes and lifted into the air. He looked around for help, but saw his fellow death eaters were frozen in fear by the effects of the 30 or so Dementors standing in front of them. He froze as the figure leaned towards his lip and sucked his very soul out of him.

Harry threw the soul-less body of Draco to the floor. He then waved his hands releasing Daphne and her sister from the body binding curse. He surveyed the destruction around him and saw the two bodies of the Greengrass parents lifeless on the floor. His eyes glowed with absolute rage, as he turned to his minions.

"Devour them! Every last one."

He then walked towards Daphne and Astoria who were cowering in front of him. Sensing they were affected by his Dementor power, he closed his eyes and shut it off. He then extended his hand to Daphne and Astoria to help them up. He heard the ear pitching scream of the death eaters in the back ground as their souls were sucked out of them by his minions. He then looked at the two girls in front of him.

"You two will be coming with me. There is nothing left here for you now."

He watched as Daphne withdrew her wand and pointed at him. It seemed this was going to be more difficult then he thought. He stood there as he stared into the deepest blue eyes he had ever seen. Harry was surprised that he had not noticed Daphne sooner. She was gorgeous. He raised both his hands in surrender and waited for the dressing down he was going to receive.

"Look I don't know who you are? Don't get me wrong I am extremely grateful of you showing up and rescuing me and my sister, but we don't even know you and you are ordering us to go with you."

Harry nodded. "I can see how that would be a problem, if I reveal who I am you promise not to mention it to anyone."

Daphne and Astoria looked at each other before nodding. They both watched as the figure removed his helmet, black messy hair suddenly materilised, followed by the rest of his head. A faint lightning bolt scar was visible on his forehead. It was then that they stared into dazzling green eyes before both screaming.

"Potter!"
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