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Heir of Destruction

Chapter 1

October 31, 1980, 9:30 p.m.

A lone figure glided down the sidewalk of Godric's Hollow. Around him, children in various colorful costumes ran happily from door to door in search of sweets.

"Nice costume, mister!" exclaimed a young girl dressed as a witch, as far as Muggles were concerned.

He couldn't quite hold back the snort of derision as the girl ran off. He fingered the handle of his wand, silently contemplating ending her pathetic life, but deciding against it.

No, he was in pursuit of a much more valuable quarry.

Eventually, he came to the house. Inside, a man with spiky black hair was entertaining a one-year-old baby with colored orbs of varying size and color, while a redheaded woman looked on fondly. They had no idea that the Fidelius Charm had been broken, and that the Angel of Death was literally at their door.

The iron gate creaked slightly as he pushed past it, but the family inside never heard. He slowly made his way to the front porch, savoring every moment of suspense before drawing his wand and pointing it at the front door.

"Confringo!"

The door exploded inwards in a shower of splinters. Both woman and child screamed in terror as he crossed the threshold, only to be waylaid by the husband.

"Lily, take Harry and go! I'll hold him off!" he cried as the mother and child fled upstairs. The husband narrowed his eyes at the intruder, before he swiped his wand through the air. A crimson blade of energy flew from his wand, which he dodged by disappearing, only to reappear behind the black-haired man. Before the man could turn, he raised his wand once more.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The lethal curse hit the man right in the back and sent him flying into the wall. He was dead before he hit the floor.

With a sadistic grin, he quickly ascended the stairs and blasted open the door to the nursery, where the woman stood protectively in front of a crib.

"Not Harry, please! Not Harry!" she cried, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Stand aside, you silly girl," he hissed, raising his wand. The woman just shook her head frantically, repeatedly screaming "Not Harry!"

"I will not ask again. Stand aside, now!"

Still the woman refused. Well, he gave her a chance, as he had promised Severus, and she didn't take it.

"Avada Kedavra!"

She crumpled like a puppet with its strings cut, leaving his path to the crib clear. He crossed the room in three strides and stared down at the emerald eyes looking curiously up at him.

He raised his wand and pointed it right between the boy's eyes. He wanted to savor this, to see the life leave the boy's eyes as he rid himself of a potential threat to his rule over the Magical World. He grinned as he cast the curse.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

And then, he broke. Pain. Horrible, unimaginable agony coursed through the entirety of his being as his curse rebounded. He felt what was left of his soul scream in agony, as it was rent from his dissolving body, dissipating into nothing. A deafening explosion from the force of the magic that escaped what was once his body ripped the second story apart, blowing a gigantic hole in the wall, through which the autumn leaves fell.

Then, everything went dark and he knew no more.

Ten minutes later, two figures dropped from the sky in front of the house. One was a tall humanoid, with blue skin and white hair, who carried an odd-looking staff with a floating orb on the end. The other was a purple cat-like being with yellow eyes, dressed similar to an Egyptian Pharaoh.

"Are you sure this is the right place, Lord Beerus?" asked the humanoid in a slightly feminine voice. The purple cat scoffed. "Of course I'm sure, Whis," he responded in his own gruff voice. "Something happened here that woke me up from my nap, and damned if I don't find out what it is!" With that, Beerus floated off the ground and through the gigantic hole in the second floor. Whis sighed before following.

When Whis entered the ruins of the house, he found his lord/student locked in a staring contest with an infant. Curious, Whis floated over to them. "What's going on here?"

Beerus continued staring at the child. "Whis, is it just my imagination, or am I sensing two souls inside this kid?" he asked, his tail lashing from side to side. With a puzzled look, Whis raised his staff as the orb on the end glowed green, before passing it over the child's head. His eyes widened with interest.

"It seems that someone tried to implant a piece of their soul into this child," he announced. "It feels quite malevolent." Beerus hummed in thought, before clapping his hands together.

"I've decided. I'm gonna train him as my apprentice!" he declared. Whis raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you still training yourself, milord?" he asked delicately.

"Don't question my thought process, Whis."

With that, Beerus gathered up the child and floated over to the humanoid. "Take us home."

Whis nodded, and with a flash of multicolored light, they were gone.

-Somewhere in Deep Space, Planet Beerus-

Beerus and Whis reappeared in the foyer of an extravagant castle. Miraculously, the baby had fallen asleep on the journey over. He currently lay in Beerus' arms, snoring softly.

"Here," said Beerus, handing the child over to his attendant. "I'm going to speak to the Oracle Fish. I refuse to believe this happened by accident. Get the kid comfortable, I'll be right back." With that, Beerus shot off through a nearby open window. Whis sighed and left with the child to find a suitable room for him to stay in.

-With Beerus-

Beerus touched down in the middle of an empty plain and began looking around. "Oracle Fish! Where are you?" he called. When no reply came, a vein began to throb on his temple. "OI! ORACLE FISH!" he roared, shaking the plain with a violent earthquake. "IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR LAZY TAIL OVER HERE I'LL TELL WHIS TO QUIT FEEDING YOU, YOU SLIMY LITTLE BASTARD!"

Almost instantly, there came a shout of shock and fear, followed by a small explosion right in front of Beerus. When the smoke cleared, there was a floating scepter with a bowl of water on top floating in front of Beerus, with a small blue fish leaning on the bowl's rim. "Alright, alright, I'm here! Jeez, can't a fish get a little shut-eye around here?" it complained in a high-pitched voice. "Hey, wait, aren't you supposed to be sleeping?"

Beerus sneered internally but forced himself to remain outwardly calm.

"Oracle Fish, I've just returned from a little trip down to a planet called Earth. North Kai's territory, if I remember correctly. Anyway, something down there gave off enough energy to wake me up twenty years early, and I don't think it was an accident." Beerus leaned down and got right in the fish's face. "You weren't withholding anything when you gave me that prophecy about the Super Saiyan God nineteen years ago, were you?"

The fish gulped. "N-no, Lord Beerus! I gave you the entire prophecy about the Super Saiyan God! This must be something else entirely!"

Beerus hummed in thought. "Alright, I'll take your word for it for now. But if I find out you were hiding something…" He trailed off, glancing at a nearby tree, which was suddenly reduced to ashes.

"…bad things will happen. Capiche?"

The Oracle Fish nodded frantically and zipped away. Beerus sighed and began his flight back to his castle, where he was met by Whis.

"I put the boy down for a nap, milord. Second floor, first room on the right."

Beerus nodded and walked down the hall, stopping in front of the boy's room. He silently opened the door to reveal the boy laying in a crib in the center of the room, fast asleep.

"What makes you so special?" Beerus whispered to himself, so as not to wake the child.

-Later-

Beerus was rudely awakened that night by the most horrifying noise he'd ever heard, short of Whis' singing.

"What the hell is making that INFERNAL RACKET?!" he roared, hands clamped firmly over his sensitive ears. "That would be the child you picked up today. He's not old enough to survive on his own yet. He's probably hungry, or needs a diaper change," said Whis, who had earplugs in.

"Well, whatever it is, MAKE IT STOP!"

Whis smirked. "I don't think so, Lord Beerus. You decided to bring the boy home, so you get to take responsibility for him."

Beerus gaped at his attendant. "But…But I don't have the slightest clue how to raise a child!"

Whis sighed. "Oh, fine, I'll help out. But I expect you to do this on your own once you learn how, understand?"

Beerus narrowed his eyes. "Are you giving me orders, Whis?" he asked in a low, dangerous voice. Whis responded with a glare that could melt solid steel.

"If you ever want to taste my cooking again, you'll agree," he said in the same tone.

Beerus blanched. "You wouldn't dare."

Whis narrowed his eyes. "Just watch me," he challenged.

Beerus ground his teeth for a while before giving in with a sigh. "Fine, fine, you win. Let's go."

By the time they got to the child's room, the noise had reached a level that had Beerus visibly cringing in pain. "Who knew something so small and frail could make so much noise!"

Even though he had earplugs in, Whis clapped his hands over his own ears. "I suggest you take care of this quickly if you want a decent night's sleep!"

They opened the door to find the infant sitting up in his crib, bawling his eyes out. Whis beckoned Beerus to follow, then walked over to the crib and scooped up the baby.

"Well, he doesn't seem to have a dirty diaper. That means he must be hungry." Whis gently rocked the child until the loud cries became small sniffles of discomfort, with Beerus watching the whole exchange.

"And I thought only the females had mood swings," he said to himself. (1)

"Come on, Lord Beerus. I'll show you how to mix formula for a baby."

Beerus just sighed and followed Whis to the kitchen. 'What have I gotten myself into?'

-Ten Years Later-

Beerus smirked as he dodged a well-aimed punch. 'To think that he got this strong in such a short amount of time, it's almost unreal!' Baring his teeth in a sinister grin, he tucked in his arms, spinning in midair and lashing out with his tail, which caught his opponent in the chest and sent him careening down to the ground.

"Alright, Sora, that's enough. Whis will skin me alive if you come home all dirty again," he called. Sora, a black-haired, ten year old boy, chuckled nervously as he climbed out of the crater he'd formed. "Yeah, good point," he said, floating up to Beerus' level. The two then shot off towards the castle, a purple aura surrounding them.

As they flew, Beerus reflected on the boy he now considers a son. 'Eleven years old and already able to match me in fair combat at sixty percent of my power. It's shocking,' he thought. 'Especially when you consider he's an Earthling. I think I may pay a visit to Earth sometime soon, see if there are more like him.'

Beerus chuckled to himself as he watched Sora perform aerial acrobatics, laughing gleefully. 'Oh, who am I kidding? There's no one like him. He's unique.'

"Hey, Dad! Race you home!" Sora called, before powering up and shooting ahead. Beerus smiled.

"Fine, but don't cry when you lose!" He tapped into his godly ki and easily passed Sora, reaching the foyer of the castle a full ten seconds before the ten-year-old.

"I almost had you that time!" yelled Sora as he touched down. Beerus shrugged. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, kiddo. Now go get cleaned up, or Whis will have both our heads." The ten-year-old nodded and flew off to find a bathroom.

Beerus yawned and made his way over to the kitchen, where Whis was putting the finishing touches on a grand feast.

"Oh, there you are, Lord Beerus," he said, looking up. "I was just about to call you and Sora." Beerus grunted and sat down at the table, using a claw to spear a particularly juicy-looking grape. It was halfway to his mouth when Whis whacked him over the head with his staff. "Ow! What the hell was that for?!" he complained, rubbing his abused cranium.

Whis glared at him. "No eating until everyone's at the table. You know the rules." Beerus rolled his eyes but refrained from eating until Sora floated into the kitchen, black hair still damp from his shower.

"Wow!" he exclaimed as he beheld the sheer amount of food. "Thanks, Whis!" Whis chuckled. "Don't mention it," he replied.

The three ate in relative silence. Finally, Sora couldn't eat another bite, and he pushed his plate away.

"Wow, that was great!" he declared, rubbing his stomach. Whis chuckled and Beerus rolled his eyes with a small smile.

Suddenly, a ball of fire appeared over the table, startling the trio. From the flames dropped a parchment envelope, addressed in emerald-green ink.

Sora and Beerus eyed the envelope warily. "Where the hell did that come from?" asked the purple deity. Whis plucked the envelope off the table and read the address.

"To Mr. H. Potter, care of Lord Beerus, God of Destruction. No return address," he said, turning the envelope every which way.

"Odd. Let me see it," said Beerus, taking the envelope and opening it.

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry? What an odd name. Never heard of it, what about you, Whis?" he asked.

"Already on it, lord," replied Whis, gazing into the orb on his staff. "Ah, here we are. Hogwarts is a castle on Earth, in the country of Scotland. Apparently they're a school that teaches actual magic, with wands and everything."

"So I'm this H. Potter guy?" asked Sora, looking up at Beerus, who nodded. "So it seems," replied the God of Destruction. "Although, a school that teaches magic? Forgive me if I find that a little hard to believe."

"We could always check it out personally," offered Sora. Beerus hummed in thought before nodding. "Very well, let's go see what this 'Hogwarts' is all about."

"ROAD TRIP!" shouted Sora happily, making Beerus and Whis laugh. The deity and his son placed their hands on Whis' shoulders, and the trio disappeared in a pillar of multicolored light.

And I think I'll end this chapter here! Leave a review if you enjoyed it!