Disclaimer: Shock, horror. I don't own Harry Potter

Summary: The whole wizarding world is tipped upside down as a new Dark Lord emerges from the shadows, calling himself, 'Lord Thanatos'. Many people, once thought to be 'light' are turning to the dark side, to the new powerful Lord. Seems Dumbledore messed up a lot this time. Dark Lord!Necromancer!Sadistic!Intellegent!Independant!BAMF!Harry Potter.

Warnings: Sadism, torture scenes, murder, betrayal, Dumbles-bashing, Ron bashing, Hermione bashing, (some)OOC characters.

Date Published: 14/08/16

Word Count: 2,432

The troupe turned away from the street, no longer covered in blood. It was dawn.

Harry smirked back at Privet Drive and pulled on a hood, as did the others.

Draco followed behind, behaving much like a lost puppy as the sun rose.

"Come here Draco, Demons, I have much to show you." George grasped Harry's outstretched hand without hesitance, and the two others followed quickly.

There was the strange yet familiar feeling of Apparation and they appeared in front of a huge looming fortress.

Fred gasped, and Draco gapped at the old yet sturdy building while George blinked quickly at it, "My Lord, is this not Merlin's fortress- Impenetrable and unable to find?"

Draco's eyes widened as Harry nodded, "Yes, it is my inheritance."

The three quickly followed their lord towards the large steel gate silently, astonishment in their gaze as Harry approached the gates, "Open for your Master and his guests." He ordered. The gates rose from their position and Harry beckoned them forward.

He gestured for them to walk beside him and the flanked him, their footstep echoing in the old building.

"Gareth." Harry called quietly, and a tall house-elf appeared, "Master?" It inquired.

Harry glanced at the three, "Pop us to the lounge room, and then clean out three-no two rooms."

Fred and George blushed, and Draco furrowed his brow, and then realisation came over him, "Oh."

The two ducked their heads, embarrassed and Harry soothed softly, "It's okay, I don't mind, and Draco surely doesn't."

Draco shook his head, seeing the dangerous look in his lord's eyes and recalling how Harry's cousin had writhed on the floor in a pool of blood. "No I don't mind." He croaked.

Harry smiled, wisping a hand across Draco's face, "Good boy."

The Elf waited patiently, and when Harry turned to nod at him, the foursome appeared in a spacious lounge room with a running fireplace. "Sit." Harry demanded, and they all sat in separate seats facing their lord.

Harry nodded once and sat down as well. "Now Draco, I'm sure you're wondering why I call the twins Demons?" At Draco's nod, he continued, "Fred and George are my spies, the Demons."

He began to explain the ranks, "When I build my...army I will assign them ranks and 'codenames' to call them in public or to others if they do not wish for their identity to be shown to others. The ranks go in order; Dark Angels are the 1st and 2nd in command while the Skeletons are the mentors and strategists. The spies and assassins are called demons and last but not least the Wraiths, the fighters."

Harry watched the expressions on his followers' expressions, and was inwardly glad they didn't seem anxious or annoyed at the prospect of war, but he explained anyway, "As I am the 'Chosen One' I must have a side in this war, even if it is my own. I have no intentions of being Voldemort's Henchmen, neither Dumbledore's Poster Golden Boy."

Draco nodded in understanding, as well as the twins.

"Now, my Dark Angel, my demons, would you like to meet my soul bonded?" Draco gasped, at both the implication of himself being his right hand man, and that his lord had a soul-companion.

Harry chuckled, and under his shirt an 8 ½ inches small red dragon crawled out of it on displayed his larger-than-his-body wings proudly. He seemed to be a hybrid of a Chinese Fireball and a Hungarian Horntail, and only tiny but seemingly fierce.

"His name is Azar, and you may refer to him as such-"

Fred looked hesitant, asking softly, "May we call him fflam ffyrnig my lord? Just if you wanted to take him to school he wouldn't be recognised in battle."

Harry frowned, annoyed at the interruption, although...inwardly he was smirking in glee at the test he was about to give the two pranksters, "Isn't rude to interrupt someone when they are speaking? Wouldn't he be recognised with his colouring and his size? Do you question my judgement Fabian?"

George didn't even glance at his twin and watched his lord with a blank face. It was obvious he loved his twin, but he was unwilling to upset his lord. Perfect. Lord Thanatos turned to face Fred, whose eyes were wide, "Well?"

Harry noted with grudging respect that the red head didn't beg or plead, even though his slid to the floor on his knees, "I am sorry my lord. I spoke out of turn, for it is not in my rank to speak to in such familiar terms with you. Please punish me if you will." The man lowered his head subserviently and Harry nodded once.

"Stand up Fabian, your punishment is to have your lips sealed for the rest of the day, for you did have a point- and I will not punish intelligent ideas." Fred looked bewildered but voiced quietly, "Thank you Master."

Draco's eyes widened slightly, knowing there was a big difference between Lord and Master. Harry nodded to Draco who swiftly enchanted Fred's lips to be sewn together.

Blood ran down his lips, and dribbled down his jaw, but Fred made no movement to wipe it off. Harry raised an eyebrow approvingly and continued, "Of course my demon, you present a valid case, he will be recognised at Hogwarts- which is why in battle he will be invisible and called, anweledig."

Azar made purring sound, 'I like that name.' He told Harry.

Draco nodded, "Of course Lord." George smiled, and slumped into the chair a little, obviously in relief.

Harry smirked, "Go, explore. I have things to attend to. I will be back for late lunch but if you get peckish call out for a house elf."

Draco and George nodded and stood up, while Fred stayed kneeling on the floor- knowing the dismissal wasn't for him.

The other two bowed and left the room, and only then did Harry look at Fred, "You can go to Fred. You just can't talk." Harry paused for a moment, half way out the door, "Or eat..." As a second thought he commented, "Or use complex spells...unless you have the ability to cast wordless spells?"

Fred winced, and made a 'small' sign with his hand.

Harry nodded, "As I thought. Azar, stay here and watch the three-please see to it they are not harmed." Azar nodded and stretched his small body off Harry.

He turned on his heel and apparated into Griphook's office. The goblin looked up and smiled, "Hello Harry, I see you dealt with your family."

The two shared malicious smirks. Never let it be said Goblins don't like spilt blood.

"How is Dumbledore coping, I wonder?" The young lord asked.

Griphook grinned wider, as he hated the old git, showing his sharp feline teeth, "Their death has only just caught wind- he's panicking right now and is trying desperately trying to find you."

A gruff goblin stiffly walked in and bowed shortly, and startled when Harry bowed back. He grunted and handed Griphook a clutch of papers. Griphook inclined his head sharply and the other goblin scrambled out of the room.

"This here is for you to sign, for your emancipation. And here is a request for a meeting of the King of Goblins." Griphook stated, handing the papers over.

Harry took his, his eyebrow raised, "A meeting?" Griphook nodded, looking smug, "The Le Fey and Emrys families had a peace treaty with the Goblins, and the DragonHart family was friends with the goblins. I feel that the King wants to speak to you about your choice in the war."

Harry inclined his head and scanned over the pages, glad he didn't need glasses anymore. He pulled out a chair and sat down. He leant onto Griphook's overly large desk and pulled out a quill from the goblin's cup, "Blood quill?" He asked distastefully.

Griphook nodded, and Harry quickly signed his name for the emancipation. He gripped the Goblin King's letter and told Griphook, "I'll send you an owl with my answer."

The goblin bobbed his head, "Will you be needing a pouch Harry?"

Harry swept his gave along Griphook's face, "What sort of pouch?"

Griphook grinned, glad the Dark Lord had asked, "It is a small bag that gives you access to an amount of money, with strong slightly illegal anti-theft charms, it recognises your magical core so only you can use it- although we can change ownership if necessary."

Harry pretended to contemplate, already knowing he'd get one, "How much?"

The goblin flashed yellowing teeth at him, "Ten Galleons for you my lord." He practically purred.

Harry grinned wryly and nodded, "Yeah, I'll take it."

Griphook drew one from his desk and handed it over, "How much money would you like to have access to?"

Harry barely glanced at the drawstring bag, "Three thousand please Griphook. I plan to spend some money refurbishing the fortress." Griphook snorted, knowing that that was only partially true.

Harry smirked as Griphook passed him the bag, "I'll send a message down to Ragethorn- the money should be deposited soon. The emancipation form shall be sent to the Ministry for you, and will not be refused since you have dealt through us. I will personally make sure Dumbledore does not catch wind of this news. Is there anything else?" Griphook inquired, scribbling down a quick note.

Harry watched in fascination as the Goblin worked his magic, and the note lifted into the air and disappeared. He caught Griphook's eyes and nodded, knowing just letting him witness that piece of Goblin Magic was an honour, and stood up, "I will need a list of the stocks and businesses I own."

Griphook nodded once, "It shall be done." The goblin waved his hands and a piece fell from the sky and landed in Harry's hands.

Business Estates Owned by: Potter

81% of The Stag (Pub)
78% of Magical Mammal Mercantile (Pet Store)
9% of The Daily Prophet
34% of Parchment and Quills (Book Store)
16% of The Leaky Cauldron (Motel)
67% of Magical Menagerie

Business Estates Owned: Black

9% of The Stag (Pub)
39% of Whizz Hard Books
53% of Parchment and Quills (Book Store)
62% of Borgin and Burkes
90% of The Coffin House
15% Ye Olde Curiosity Shop
23% of the Daily Prophet

Business Estate Owned by: DragonHart

100% of Romanian Dragon Reserve
56% of The Daily Prophet
82% of Chinese Dragon Reserve
84% of Hungarian Dragon Reserve
100% of Swedish Dragon Reserve
100% of United Kingdom Dragon Reserve

Business Estates Owned by: Emyrs

43% of Knocturn Alley (Street) – Rented to Ministry
92% of Diagon Alley (Street) – Rented to Ministry
61% of Hogsmeade (Village) – Rented to Ministry

Business Estates Owned by: Le Fey

39% of Hogsmeade (Village) – Rented to Ministry
57% of Knocturn Alley (Street) – Rented to Ministry
7% of Diagon Alley (Street) – Rented to Ministry
100% of Azkaban (Prison) – Rented to the Ministry

Harry nodded in acceptance, acting nonchalant as he placed the paper in his pocket, "Thank you Griphook.

The goblin nodded, a small real smile on his face, "Your welcome, oh! Before you go, Lord Thanatos, the goblin healers stated they wanted to you of certain scars and suppressions on your magic. You seemed to have broken the mind and small amount of magic." Harry didn't show any surprise at the revelation the goblin knew, but inwardly he was seething that the goblin could tell who he was, and that there were more locks.

Griphook watched the expression on the dark lord's face and marvelled at the same nonchalant expression he held. Griphook grinned wider as the Dark Lord nodded his head once, "Of course, I need to be at my potential, don't I?" The lord purred, and Griphook's smile fell as the wizard's magic enveloped him and made him feel dizzy.

Griphook inclined his head, and the magic went back to its master. Griphook smiled wryly, "Your magic may be suppressed but you certainly know how to use certain parts of it."

Harry watched him warily and the goblin sighed, "I, Griphook Sharpfang shan't tell a soul of Hadrian James Potter-Black-DragonHart-Le Fey-Emyrs-Slytherin-Ravenclaw's new title, until he permits me to speak of it." He pledged.

Harry looked shocked, as goblins never told lies, then inclined his head, "Shall we go?"

Griphook nodded, "Follow me Harry."

The young Dark Lord tailed the goblin down the stairs and through the corridors until Griphook opened a large door opening it. Female and male goblin's drifted from bedside to bedside, checking the goblins, wizards, witches, vampires and what looked like a werewolf that seemed to be patients.

A plump woman approached Harry and smiled kindly, "Hello dearest. Please come and sit down." Harry sat down on the bed, and the goblin woman told Griphook to leave.

"No." Harry interrupted. Bothy goblins looked surprised and Harry shrugged, "I do not mind him being here." The goblins looked curious, knowing there was more to it than that.

The woman sighed, then mumbled over her breath. She scowled heavily, "Mr Potter-Black, there are many blocks on your person. An enchantment binding your magical inheritance which should have happened on your sixteenth birthday. A powerful bind on your Parselmagic, necromancer, Metamorphmagus and animagus forms."

Harry narrowed his eyes, "Parselmagic? Forms?"

The goblin healer nodded, "Yes, you should have seven. A panther, a jackal, Dark Phoenix, white grim otherwise known as a Cadejo Blanco, Red-Tailed Hawk, Basilisk and a Hebridean Black dragon."

Harry almost lost his composure, knowing that only a few wizards in the history had a magical form, and even rarer were ones with different forms. He posed his question, "And why would I have so many forms madam?"

The goblin frowned, "Not many have achieved it...Merlin Emyrs- your ancestor did. He had thirteen, because of all his past lives...maybe..." She began mumbling to herself and laid Harry's head on the comfortable bed, removing his T-shirt and looking solemn as she spotted the scars.

"My theory that in past life you were a necromancer, and you unblocked your memories, causing all the animagus' to come through as the forms are aspects of your personality."

Harry nodded, "And how to access the memories?"

The goblin smiled kindly, "Your past life with come to you slowly, and the rest will settle in as you relive the last life in your dreams."

Harry nodded, "of course, thank you Ma'am." The goblin smiled brighter and passed her hand over his eyes, and suddenly his world was enveloped by darkness.