A/N: Sorry for the wait and the ramble-y-ness of this chapter, been sick lately, and not very coherent while I'm sick. On a side note, I did purposely do a time skip, as I do not want to write out a long study/training period like the 4 10k+ words chapters in the Ascension of the Scorpion Sorcerer. Once again, sorry for the wait. I also understand the flames that this chapter will more than likely receive due to the fact it jumps around too much.

Sadistic and Evil

# Parseltongue # (May occasionally be § out of habit)

Previously

That statement set Harry off. He raised his hands again and used his "force lightning" ability, only to be stopped by Dumbledore's shield. Everybody was petrified upon seeing the magic that Harry had just used, the only two people still moving were Dumbledore and Harry. Harry turned his head slowly and glared coldly at the headmaster, before saying in an emotionless voice, one that displayed his rage even better than yelling would have, "Oh, look, Albus Dumbledore is here to save the day. I would take my leave, but I've been waiting to duel you ever since I turned seven." With that comment Harry blasted off another round of lightning, beginning the fight

Chapter Two

Harry and Dumbledore quickly began exchanging spells, Harry only using mild dark spells and Dumbledore only using minor light spells. As the fight wore on, it was becoming blatantly obvious that the aged wizard was tiring. Those who watched Harry stared in horrific wonder as he continued to cast spell after spell without a wand. After a few minutes, Harry had had enough. He began fiercely flinging shadows and lightning at the ancient wizard, causing the old man to stay on the defensive, much to everybody's shock. Eventually, Dumbledore's shields wouldn't hold anymore and Harry made several shallow cuts with the shadows over Dumbledore's pressure points, paralyzing every bit of him bar his head. Harry sneered at the crumpled form that lay on the ground, "Not so great now, are you, old man? I find it ironic that you've made three people go dark. The first was Grindlewald. The second was Tom Marvolo Riddle, A.K.A. Lord Moldy Shorts― err, Voldemort. And lastly, me. You see, if you hadn't been so stupid all those years ago, I would have been the light's greatest weapon. Tell me, do you remember the other person that was in that cottage seven years ago? Hm? No? I thought not."

Dumbledore seemed to be staring off into the distance when Fawkes flamed in and sat on Harry's shoulder, shocking everybody present, none more than Dumbledore. "Ah, hello Fawkes," Harry began a casual one-sided conversation, "long time no see. How have you been?" In response, Fawkes let loose a mournful trill and Harry muttered. "I know that you tried to save me, Fawkes, but you were the only one who cared…" Harry trailed off, confusing many of the spectators. After a moment, Fawkes trilled again and Harry sighed, "Fine, Fawkes. I'll leave for now. But I'll be back, and I will get my revenge. Just know that you'll always be my friend, Fawkes," Harry whispered quietly enough so only the phoenix would hear, who then rubbed against his head for a moment before flapping back to Dumbledore. "Well, consider yourselves lucky. Fawkes just saved you all, but be warned, I will not stop next time. Oh, and one last thing…"

"What's that?" James, who had finally gotten the strength to stand up, asked.

"I can tell you now, that you've no hope of defeating me, at least not alone. No, the Light will need to side with the Dark if you wish to be rid of me. Oh, and that includes bringing Voldemort back. You may be thinking, 'Why the hell are you telling us how to defeat you?' Well, the answer is simple. You won't. Bye!" Harry chirped before disappearing along with the surrounding shadows.

Those who were paralyzed in fear suddenly regained their bearings and quickly fled Diagon Alley. The Potters and Dumbledore stood around, or in Dumbledore's case, laid down, waiting for the aurors that were unable to penetrate the shadows that covered the alley. Once the aurors got there, James got involved in the investigation, if you could call it that. Eventually, though, the Head of the DMLE, Amelia Bones, approached them, before saying, "James, you and your family should go to St. Mungo's. There you will get a Post-Cruciatus Potion, something that you definitely need. We'll be able to take care of what happened here. Besides, it's your day off, so you need to enjoy it. Spend time with your family. Do anything but stay here."

"Fine," James relented, once again registering how much pain he was in.

Immediately as Harry re-emerged from the shadows in Le Fay Castle, he broke into a fit of insane cackles. His laughter continued for ten more minutes before it finally began to die down. Slowly, but surely, Harry managed to stifle his giggles and began to seek out his five serpentine friends.

"# Lutain! Slitain! Haiser! Kaiser! Arcamedis! #" Harry called out into the woods. "# You five really missed out on some fun. I made my debut and it'd be a lie if I told you they weren't shocked (Bad pun, I know). Anyways, I'll be inside. #" Harry turned around and began to walk back Le Fay Castle before muttering to himself, "I'm so glad that the Sonorus Charm exists…" During the walk he began to think, What should I kill next? Better yet, who should I kill next…? No, it's too soon to start killing again. I need some damned followers if I'm going to go to war, but wh― I'm an idiot. Hogwarts! I could also recruit all the vampires as followers, I am, after all, the Vampire King. Ah, the pleasures of being the magical Heir of Dracula. Hm, I should also call upon the Dementors. Those two races could prove to be extremely useful. As for other allies… I'll figure it out as I go along. Just as he finished that thought, he crossed the threshold into Le Fay Castle. Ah, home sweet home! Harry sat on the coziest couch in the castle and continued thinking. He thought about things that would seem random to normal people, but would somehow be connected for him. He thought about talking to the Veela and the Merpeople. He thought about random potions. He thought about killing Hugh Heffner and taking over Playboy Magazine. He even thought about yarn, how that has to do with anything, only he knows. Harry stopped, suddenly having a thought, I need to practice Parselmagic! That way I'm even freakier. Harry grinned savagely at the thought. While I'm at it, though, I should start reading Merlin's books… Hopefully there's a book in there that explains the theory behind combining two wands or staves. And in the case of staves, how to turn two staves into one wand. It's merely fitting that the Heir of Emrys and Le Fay uses his ancestors' staves. Besides, I can't go and buy a wand because of the damned Trace. Sure I could remove it, but combining Morgana's and Merlin's wands would create a much more powerful one, he mused. With that that Harry rushed inside and went to one of the ten massive libraries that he had moved into the Le Fay Castle.

As his luck would have it, the first book Harry read that came from Merlin's vault not only described the theory between combining two wands/staves, but also how to actually do it. Harry was surprised at how easy the process really was. He was expecting that he would have to carefully dissect the staves, then use wandless magic to combine the two before reinserting all the components. He was exceedingly pleased to find out that all that was needed was a wandless spell cast on the two staves while they sat next to each other.

It took Harry another three of Merlin's books before he discovered the spell for turning a stave into a wand and vise-versa. Much to his chagrin, all he needed to do was simply think about turning the stave into a wand and actually say 'Wand' in Latin while holding the staff.

The end result of Harry's efforts was a wand that was three times as powerful as the Elder Wand.

One month later…

After finishing his fiftieth book from his ancestors' libraries, Harry decided that it was time he contacted his servant. He sat down and took a deep breath before delving deep into his subconscious. Harry, being a master occlumens, found this quite easy and quickly got to the portion of his brain that he had connected to Lucius for just this reason. After much deliberation, Harry had decided that having no mark was better than having a mark, after all, a mark could identify you as a 'terrorist'. So he ended up simply connecting a part of his mind to his lackeys so he could easily contact them.

'Lucius,' Harry thought.

'Who's there?!' Lucius was frantic.

Harry began feeling amused and quipped, 'Oh, nobody. I'm just a part of your fucked up imagination… Who do you think? I'm your master, you twit. Anyways, the reason I'm contacting you is because it is time for you to begin recruiting. Once you find somebody who is potentially willing to follow me, tell them about me. Emphasize the fact that I am recruiting followers, and that all who join me will be rewarded. Once you have them swear loyalty to me on their life and magic, I want you to say, "He will call for you when the time comes, until then, act normal." Do make sure you tell them that I will be inactive for a few years, but make sure they know that I am not done with my reign of terror. You may also mention the fact that the Dementors and vampires will follow me. Am I understood?'

'Yes, Master.'

'Good. Now, onto business. I have decided to not go to Hogwarts, for obvious reasons. As such, I will be spending the next few years laying low. I will become active again once the half-blood fool, Voldemort, returns. When he summons his inner circle upon his return, your Dark Mark will return, however, it will stay invisible to all who are not Death Eaters when you are in public. This will trick the Death Eaters into believing that you're still one of them, and as such, siding with them, and will also trick the citizens into believing that you're siding with the Ministry. Now, I need to go. So… bye,' with that, Harry cut the connection he had been maintaining with the ex-Death Eater and began his reading, knowing that it would be at least five years until he would be active again.

(If I wrote these next few years, it'd take a long time to type and there would be absolutely nothing interesting happening other than Harry getting stronger and his proficiency in each branch of magic increasing. So I've decided to stick with a time skip.)

Following Years:

Year One: Mastered Necromancy; learned all magical languages; mastered animagus transformation (shadow phoenix)

Year Two: Mastered soul magic; recruited vampires; hired house elf magic tutor; master animagus transformation (Hungarian Horntail)

Year Three: Finished reading Salazar Slytherin's library; visited Chamber of Secrets, took the books, and saved Brazil (Slytherin's basilisk); mastered body magic; recruited Dementors discreetly (without taking over Azkaban Island); hired goblin magic tutor; mastered animagus transformation (Dementor)

Year Four: Finished reading Merlin Emrys' library; finished reading Helga Hufflepuff's library; finished reading Rowena Ravenclaw's library; mastered Parselmagic; mastered house elf magic

Year Five: Finished reading Godric Gryffindor's library; finished reading the Drakul library; finished reading Azkaban library (from vault, not island); finished reading Peverell library (was not claimed by the Potters); mastered healing magic (something Harry was forced to do by his serpentine friends); mastered dark magic; mastered black magic; mastered gray magic; mastered goblin magic

Year Six: Mastered all magics; got laid for the first time ("It was amazing!" –Harry); killed first sex partner on accident ("Woops…" –Harry); recruited dragons; ensured goblin neutrality; mastered most complex animagus transformation (gargoyle)

Seven years later (Year 7)…

"Kyle and Rose Potter, it's been so long since I saw you two. If it weren't for that foolish brother of yours, I would have killed you all those years ago," Lord Voldemort hissed harshly in Parseltongue. "But, then again, maybe it wasn't your brother who saved you. My memory is a little hazy, so I don't quite remember."

Unknown to Kyle, Rose, Voldemort, Nagini, and the Death Eaters, Harry Potter was watching from the shadows. Upon hearing the Dark Lord's last comment he snorted at the irony. Of course, the only person other than me that would be able to confirm the fact that I was the one who lived, is suffering from a hazy memory. Harry shook his head in amusement. Gotta love irony.

"That loser hasn't been seen for years. Probably died in the forest, not that anybody cares," Rose countered. "Besides, that loser couldn't have saved us, he was a squib."

That last comment caused Harry's eyes to turn blacker than the blackest black hole (That, was confusing to say, but it's the only thing that fits, in my opinion.) with rage. Harry quickly took a deep breath, though, and calmed himself down. In due time, he thought to himself.

"Whatever! It does not matter! What matters is me killing yo―" Voldemort continued.

"Not today, Tom." A new voice said calmly.

"Dumbledore!" Voldemort sneered, "While I'd love to stay and chat *cough* kill you *cough*, I need to recover my strength. Voldemort quickly apparated away (OOC I know) just dodging Dumbledore stunner. The Death Eaters followed their master's example immediately after Dumbledore turned his wand on them.

"Are you two ok?" Dumbledore asked, worried.

"Yeah, just a few scrape and bruises. Unfortunately, Cedric isn't ok," Kyle replied, pointing at the dead seventh year, Cedric, whose eyes were still wide and glassy. "He asked that we―" At that point, Harry had heard enough and decided it was time for him to start his reign of terror.

At the Ministry of Magic…

The atrium of the British Ministry of Magic was relatively clear when Harry apparated in, sneaking through the wards. Harry figured that a large portion of the Ministry was with the Minister at the Triwizard tournament. Harry, annoyed at the lack of people, decided to make his arrival known. "# Go! Cause havoc, but stay safe, my friends. #" Harry hissed in Parseltongue to his five familiars. The five serpents nodded and quickly headed off to do as they were told. Harry turned and looked at the statue sitting in the middle of the atrium and decided that that would be the perfect thing to destroy to announce his arrival. "Fiendfyre!" he roared, eager to see the destruction and the cowering faces. Unlike normal fire, Fiendfyre happens to be black. And that's just what came out of his wand tip. A blazing inferno erupted forth from Harry's wand, taking the form of a gargoyle, the most powerful and rare magical creature known to the magical world. The gargoyle seemingly knew exactly what its caster wanted, and wrought destruction upon the large statue. Once the gargoyle fulfilled its command, it stayed put, waiting for its master's next command. The two then waited for the auror corps to come to the atrium, and watched in amusement as the few people who were already in the atrium, fled to the available exits. In hindsight, I probably should have destroyed the exits… Oh well, Harry shrugged and returned to waiting.

In less than two minutes, the atrium was filled with aurors looking at one the most terrifying sites (Is it 'site' or 'sight', I couldn't tell, so I guessed) to ever be seen. In front of the red-robed men, stood a thirty foot tall Fiendfyre gargoyle, and a figure clad in only black. The gargoyle's ruby red eyes glared at all it saw and was clearly giddy for the fight to begin. The intimidating fangs and horrendous claws, combined with the massive wings and the fact that it was living fire, made for a terrifying site. Even the most battle-hardened of the aurors present― Kingsley Shacklebolt (keep in mind that Moody was kidnapped.)― was trembling in his metaphorical boots. The aurors' eyes wandered to the supposed-to-be-less-creepy site next to the gargoyle, but immediately looked away once they saw the figure next to the Fiendfyre. Harry, who stood next to the gargoyle, was nothing short of horrifying. The black-clad basilisk hide boots and the similarly black-clad basilisk gloves, were practically shouting, 'Can't touch this!' The robe Harry wore was the exact same as the boots in gloves, color and all. The outside of the robe was completely covered in basilisk scales, creating an impervious armor with a shiny sheen that moved fluidly with Harry. The hood he wore was the same in every way except for the fact that it was a hood, and the fact that it projected impenetrable shadows over his face, discarding any chance of somebody recognizing him. His wand was a good foot long and was completely black, as well. The only visible part of the cryptic figure that was Harry, was by far the worst. The two swirling orbs that radiated power and insanity on the inside on the hood were dancing with sadistic glee. The aurors continued to stare at him for a few more seconds before he finally chuckled. His chuckle was deep and dark and caused every single mans' and women's spines to shiver. Kingsley Shacklebolt took a shuddering breath before rounding up some of his Gryffindor courage. "Who are you? Why are you here?" He demanded in what was supposed to be harsh tone but was only a measly squeak.

Harry chuckled darkly again before turning his eyes upon Kingsley; his terrifying orbs stared right into the auror's soul, taking in every detail, all the good, the bad, and the in-between. After enduring the man's analytical stare for a good two minutes, Kingsley once again demanded, but this time in a much harsher tone, "Answer me! Who are you? Why are you here?"

Harry took a deep breath before hissing, "# Lutain! Slitain! Haiser! Kaiser! Arcamedis! Come to me! #" After watching the aurors' initial shock, Harry began in English. "Aw, did you forget about me already?! It's only been seven years! Honestly, you'd think by now that people would be able to identi― oh, wait, these are the wrong robes. But you still should have recognized me! I am the one that you once called Sidius, but personally, I prefer to go by the name Chaos." Harry inspected his gloves like he hadn't a care in the world.

"Liar!" a suddenly brave-feeling auror shouted. "Sidius died seven years ago!"

Harry's eyes snapped to the foolish auror before narrowing. He inspected the auror and soon recognized him to be John Dawlish. "I assure you," he spat out, "I am very much alive. Did your precious Minister of Magic tell you that I was dead? Hmm? Well, he lied to y―" Harry was interrupted by a large number of the floos going off, soon revealing the Order of the Phoenix with Dumbledore at its front, and the Potter twins following close behind.

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore was proud to say that he had only two fears; death, and a fear of the Shadow Lord Sidius who kicked his ass with little effort. So imagine the fear he began to experience when he stepped out of the floo, only to see a massive Fiendfyre gargoyle, and the man he had feared for the past seven years. He could feel himself paling upon seeing the man. He could glean from the man's aura that his strength had increased nearly tenfold over the past seven years, something that worried him greatly. If he's this strong now, I can't imagine how strong he'll be in the future, he thought. The great 'Leader of the Light' could feel himself paling at the man's power, but he did his best to hide it, which wasn't much.

Behind him walked the Potter twins who were confused and surprised at the appearance of figure, even though he was there first, and sneered in unison, "Who are you?"

Harry huffed, "Geez, you brats just keep getting worse and worse as time goes on! I mean seriously! Ego much?"

That comment resulted in a few light chuckles from the aurors and a smirk on Harry's face, not that anybody could see it. Harry had the pleasure of watching his younger siblings'― no, enemies― faces turn a burning red. Harry watched in amusement, trying to decide which one had more self-control. "How dare you insult us?!" Kyle snapped, giving Harry the answer to his question.

"Um, I dare by saying it?" Harry asked, choosing to egg his ex-brother on by any means necessary, including, but not limited to, sarcasm, rhetorical questions, mockery, ridicule, derision, scorn, and more.

Apparently his answer had more effect on his ex-sister, who immediately snapped back, "That was a rhetorical question, you idiot!"

Harry smirked, "Oh? And how do you spell 'rhetorical'?"

"What does that have to do with anything?" she, once again, snapped, causing Harry to think that his ex-siblings only knew how to brag, sneer, and snap, when it came to conversations.

"Just spell it if you're so smart."

"Fine! 'R-e-t-o-r-i-c-k-l-e', rhetorical," she finished smugly.

"EHHH!" Harry responded with a loud buzzing noise. "Wrong! Its 'r-h-e-t-o-r-i-c-a-l'. And you call me the idiot," he scoffed.

At that point in time, Harry had managed to completely piss of the twins and they both shouted in unison, "Stupefy!"

Harry did nothing to stop the spells, making the twins look smug. Only the people in the Order of the Phoenix, bar Dumbledore, were foolish enough to actually think that the spells would work. But, Harry mused, they weren't here when I revealed to the aurors who I am. Dumbledore wasn't either, but I'm pretty sure he has a good idea as to who I am.

When the spells were milliseconds away, Harry flicked his right hand out, swatting the two stunners back at their senders, resulting in two stunned Children-Who-Lived, a shrieking Lily, a raging James, a paling Dumbledore, and a sneering Order of the Phoenix.

"Well then," Harry spoke cheerfully, "let's get this party started!"