Dark Assassin or Dark Lord?

Chapter 13: Learning of Yout Past Mistake

-I Own Nothing-

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"Talking"

'Thinking'

"Parsletongue"

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-Quick Warnings-

EvilHarry

StrongHarry

Nice(er)Voldemort.

Strong possibility of being HarryxHarem

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(I want to make something clear, to those who complained about my spelling, I wrote my last chapter late at night and then I went back and fixed what I could right. To those who were against rape I urge you to shut the hell up complaining, if I wanted Harry to rape anyone, he would've already. Now, those who complained about me changing Harry in every chapter I wish to inform you that he has been hiding his true self and has slowly been revealing it. Finally, the complaints about Harry being a monster has been ignored, it is my story and I wanted him to be evil as hell, he's not going to be some ten foot hulking monster, I just meant that he'll have little morals or care for human life.)

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I thank you for the helpful reviews if it wasn't for you all, I would've quit a long time ago.

Hestia Jones woke with a start and glanced around, she was in a cell, cold cell. Shivering, she gasped and noticed that the only clothing she had was her panties and bra.

"Where am I?" she questioned, covering herself up to the best of her ability.

A cold chuckle reached her ears and she spun around to see the smirking face of Harry Potter in a pair of pants and a tank top showing off muscles and a few scars. "Your in my... temporary lair." he answered walking closer.

"What are you going to do to me" she asked fearfully as he seemed to fade passed the bars and walk closer to her.

He hummed as she pushed back against the bars of her small cell and smirked. "Your a nice looking woman and meet my standards perfectly, so I'm going to use you to relieve myself" he said gaining a terrorizing smirk.

"Wh-what..." she stuttered.

Harry sighed in annoyance before grabbing her and throwing the to the floor where he straddled her, "I said it in a kind way and I guess your too dumb to understand, so let me rephrase that... I'm going to rape you... over and over again" he said slowly.

Tears welled up in the older woman's eyes "Why?" she cried as he unsnapped her bra and slid his hand under her panties.

Harry grinned and used his magic to alter his voice, unknowingly changing his face as well.

Hestia froze at his face, Black tribal marks covered his face in a demonic fashion and his eyes were deep red with slits, "Why not?" then he laughed...

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Harry laughed as Hestia curled up in a ball weeping in the corner, dressed in her shirt and pants. He hadn't been gentle with her in using his dragon to create a whole new level of illusion around her. If he had cared at all he might have felt sorry for the woman, after all, to her she had been a inch away from being raped in his illusion.

The best way to explain would be to imagine a dream where you felt yourself being hurt but you couldn't clinch your eyes and wake up. So to her, she felt herself be touched and fondled. She felt her panties be removed and be used to tie her hands. She felt herself be forced to bend over as he fingered her and felt the fear as he nearly penetrated.

It all seemed so real... until he pulled away and disappeared, followed by the cell walls.

Hestia sobbed in the corner of the room... by now she had figured out that the whole experience had been a hoax to scare her, and it had worked. The largest universal fear of almost all women had been used against her and it had worked like a charm.

Harry walked over to the woman and squatted down beside her. "Listen here, what you saw was a fraction of my power, what you felt could've continued for hours. I took pity on you for blindly following that old man who sent you after me knowing good and well that I could kill you." Harry spoke. "I don't like the concept of rape but it is a powerful weapon that causes fear."

Hestia flinched as she felt his breath on her neck. "Please... don't hurt me" she begged, sniffing as she pushed herself harder against the wall.

Harry sighed and stood up straight before walking over to one of the twin beds in his hotel room. His Eternal dragon had made her believe that she was in some dark prison when she was really in the corner of some cheap hotel room charmed to block any magic sensors, repel muggles and a few other small charms.

Waving his wand, the small firm twin mattress was transfigured into a softer one while the sheets were replaced with cleaner ones. Harry threw himself down on the bed with a groan and watched the woman from the corner of his eye. "There's a reason I have two beds here, when your finished wiping your tears, feel free to sleep there. But word of warning, don't try to escape." He warned with a yawn, "You wont like the results"

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Dumbledore, like many others, held his breath as a team of search aurors combed the river floor. Mundungus and Charlie were safe and were now at Hogwarts being checked over by the head nurse. The surprise call they received from Harry really shook them up, after using the Phoenix pendents to locate them, everyone portkeyed to the spot only arrive under a old overpass.

After some searching, they had found Dung and Charlie tied and gagged in a rusty mold covered dumpster, much to Molly's horror. Unable to find Hestia, they used a locator spell and were lead to the river, much to their horror.

Dumbledore silently berated himself for provoking Harry, saying that he wouldn't kill anybody. He thought that if he had kept his mouth shut, Harry wouldn't have thrown her into the river muggle mafia style to prove him wrong.

"I got something" called one of the wizards searching the river with special equipment.

Making his way over, Dumbledore and the remaining members of the order watched as he used a summoning spell to bring the object to the surface. As the object came closer to the surface, his face fell as the magical signature of the pendent got closer. Expecting the worst, he waited with a heavy heart as they pulled what he thought to be the dead body of Hestia Jones, drowned in the cold river, unable to fight back as she was dumped. He only hoped that she wasn't awake as she sank to the dark depths, or that she was already dead before then.

"Got it" the man said pulling a rotten tree branch from the water.

Dumbledore sighed as until a small twinkle caught his eye, tangled in the small twigs was the pendent.

Hestia wasn't there...

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The next morning... 7:00

Harry yawned as he enjoyed his breakfast and listened to the 'hi tech' wizarding radio. It had finally become a hit with most of the young generation since it played music by the latest bands and sometimes a tidbit of news here and there.

His prisoner was still sleeping in her bed, he wasn't worried that she would escaped thanks to a metal band around her wrist that kept her from leaving the area without permission. Beside her bed, sitting on the bedside table was small trey with a plate of food and a cup of coffee for her.

Biting into his pancakes, Harry tried to plan his next move, he had already made them doubt that he was a cold-blooded killer but now he needed some proof that he was in conflict with himself. A small murmur from Hestia caught his attention.

"Perfect" he muttered. After all, Dumbledore wouldn't mind if he borrowed his pawn for a while, would he?

The only problem was his previous actions using the Eternal dragon, Hestia was petrified of him and would need to have her memory replaced, He couldn't replace memories sadly, but wiping memories was well within his skill range.

Then was the problem of how to make her believe that he was breaking down, Faking a Psychotic breakdown could work, some panic attacks, hearing voices, crying for her not to hurt him... maybe a few faked flashbacks and he would have her about to cry in pity.

Pulling his wand from his pocket, Harry twirled it and smirked, 'Time to go to work' he thought

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Hestia awoke with a gasp, her memory reeling. She groaned as the side of her head throbbed and sat up. Her memory was cloudy and she couldn't remember how she got there. The she froze, 'Potter!'

Looking around like a madwoman, Hestlia's eyes widened as she took in the condition of the room. Fist sized holes littered the walls, the bed beside hers was overturned. The cheap picture frames depicting flowers and other little objects were now shattered, glass all over the floor below the ruined pictures.

"My God" she whispered only to hear a small wimper-like moan.

Turning towards the source, she was shocked to find Harry Potter, AKA Crow... one of the most dangerous, if not 'THE' most dangerous man in the world, sitting on the floor with his back to the wall, hands clinched to his head whimpering in pain. She found it ironic and slightly frightening to see such a powerful man like this, But then she had to remind herself, he wasn't a man, he was still a child by law.

"It hurts..." she heard him say.

Her heart went out to him, he had obviously never had the childhood that he needed. His take on right and wrong had to be severely underdeveloped. Most children learned that from a young age and... well the Dark lord wasn't the best such things from.

She hadn't been fully unconscious earlier and had heard most of the headmasters speech, even in her dazed state, she had heard the confusion and stress in the boys voice.

"Leave me alone..." he murmured holding his head tighter.

'Oh no' she thought, Hestia had taken a few courses in medicine before and he was displaying the symptoms of a breakdown. Due to the nature of the room and him hearing voices she concluded that it had been a Psychotic breakdown.

Rolling off the bed, Hestia quickly made her way over to him only to have him scream at her, pleading for her not to hurt him. "Please Harry calm down." she asked.

"Get AWAY" He screamed, blasting her back with a pulse of raw magic.

The room seemed to bend with his magic and the furniture started to be effected, bending, shrinking, expanding... just like transfiguration. Unknown to her, Harry was wandlessly and wordlessly transfiguring the furniture to scare her. Her bed transfigured into a wooden golem that soon took a swipe at her.

She fell back and scurried away, finding her wand on the floor near the door, she took it and bolted from the room, intent on getting the boy some help.

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"Well... that went well" Harry muttered knocking fists with the golem who then saluted to him. Harry sat back down and snorted as the wooden golem fooled around. the only thing about a animation spell was that you never knew just how some things would act. When he was practicing on a small wooden doll, he had been shocked to see it lay down and act like it was asleep.

This one however started to do the robot and then moon walk around the room, at least it waited until Hestia was running for help.

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Hestia burst through the fireplace floo in Sirius' home and landed in a armchair with a look of grim confusion on her face.

Hearing the woman land in the living room, Molly came to investigate, "Hestia? How... What happened?" Molly asked rushing over to help her.

"Where's Dumbledore?" She questioned, ignoring Molly's question.

As if he was summoned, said old person exited the floo right behind her, managing to keep his balance. "Hestia!" he called in surprise. "What happened to you?"

Hestia whirled around, "I don't know but Harry took me with with. I woke up in a hotel room a while ago." she answered.

"Well what happened to Harry, was he there?"

Hestia nodded slowly at Dumbledore's question, "Yeah... but something happened, For some reason he tore the room apart and, if I'm right, he had a psychotic breakdown. He wouldn't let me get close to him and... I don't know how to explain it, his magic transfigured the bed into a golem and them animated it to portkey him"

Dumbledore's eyes widened before putting on a grim look, "Where? We must find him before he causes himself anymore harm."

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"What happened to him Albus?" Asked Madam Pomfery, the head and only nurse at Hogwarts as she checked over the sleeping young man. She had just finished restocking her shelves after last nights hectic events when her door swung open and in walked the Headmaster and Remus Lupin, levitating Harry Potter behind them. She had nothing against the young by as she shared Molly's view about him.

Albus looked everyone of his hundred plus years, making it look like he was saddened by the state of the boy, "He's suffering from some extreme mental trauma, can you help with it?"

The healer glanced at the young man then to the Headmaster, "Mind healing isn't my strong point but I'll see what I can do." she said drawing her wand and casting multiple spells to help the boys mind.

After what seemed like hours, Pomfrey sighed, "The extent of damage to his mind is far too great for me to risk fixing, you'll need a professional mind healer. You see, from what I got told me that his mind it like a rune circle missing the one that keeps it stable. Without that, his mind shut down on itself causing this." she stated motioning to the seemingly comatose boy.

The doors to the infirmary opened and in walked Hestia.

"Is something wrong dear?" the healer asked seeing the woman walk in with a tired look in her eyes.

Hestia didn't know why but she felt like she needed to be here to make sure the missing Potter was ok. "No, I'm fine... it's just that, I was worried about him and Albus would need someone to make sure no one tired anything"

Dumbledore smiled slightly, "Thank you for volunteering Hestia" he said, thinking that now no one would be angry at him for having them guard the infirmary.

Turning back to the healer, Dumbledore looked bettween her and Harry "Call in the best mind healer possible, don't worry about the cost, also, Harry said something about a magical sickness, can you check him out please"

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Dumbledore walked back into his office and sat at his desk before slinging the papers and other little objects onto the floor, "How could I have missed it" he cried in anger,

The portrets all hauled ass out tf the room in fear of being damaged in anyway.

Dumbledore had taken a moment before to probe into Harry's mind and even though he couldn't get much, what what he saw explained everything. "No wonderEric never showed any promise, Harry was the one he marked... he is the real Boy-Who-Lived... oh god"

To be continued...

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