Chapter 1
As I peered through the magical mirror that showed outside of my current hideout, I could see that these guys were serious about bringing me in.
I could see former minister of magic and auror legend Kingsley Shacklebolt, Neville Longbottom, Ronald Weasley and of course, Harry James Potter among the wizards surrounding the hideout.
The wards would keep them out for a little more, enough time for me to gather everything I need and commence my, potentially, final experiment.
I had a half mind just killing them but that would be just boring. So as I thought about what to do I saw one of the other artifacts on my table and a very wide smile appeared on my face.
That would be fun.
Harry hated that things had come to this.
After he had heard about a young genius, one that surpassed any who graced the halls of Hogwarts before him, he had been somewhat excited.
Maybe this kid would be the next boy who lived to his Dumbledore, except all those years of manipulations and ten years sleeping in a cupboard under the stairs. A protege of his own. He had been getting a bit too ahead of himself but who could blame him? Even Hermione had nothing but praises for the young man's intelligence.
After meeting him he had to admit all the talks about the boy's talents were true. He was also charismatic and loved by most of his peers, those who hadn't succumbed to their jealousy. He also had a pretty damn good sense of humor. But he also felt… off.
Harry didn't know why he felt like that and after learning that he was living in an orphanage, he decided to search his history.
That's when he learned of John Seith Walker's origin. Born to Romilda Vane and a wealthy muggle who left them claiming that she had been keeping him drugged. That she was crazy and unnatural. He learned that Romilda had died giving birth to John and that's when all the pieces settled into their place.
It was same as Voldemort.
He shouldn't be surprised, after all Romilda had tried to use love potion on him during their younger years as well. But after learning the truth, nothing could settle his paranoia.
He kept watching young John, not very hard to do since he had been, while not friends, friendly acquaintances with his own son Albus.
But not always because John tended to take trips through other countries in order to learn more magic, or so he claimed. More and more, Harry saw a distorted image of young Tom Riddle in the place of John Walker. He became more and more paranoid when it came to him until he went completely bonkers after catching John in a very… intimate position with his daughter Lily.
His reaction to that had, no matter how appropriate he believed it to be, created a rift between him and his daughter. A rift he was having trouble mending, especially since he was still trying to arrest John.
In his defense to that, after goblins had identified him as the man who stole tons of goblin silver, they ended up learning many… many more illegal activities John had participated in.
He also then went back and stole even more silver from the goblins and literally announced it for all to hear, along with several other words about goblins that one should never say out loud in a polite society.
But with all the crimes he had to his name that they discovered, there was no way they couldn't not arrest him. That more than anything hurt Harry. He couldn't help but wonder if he had been less paranoid and more understanding when he had found John with Lily, maybe he could have made him leave the evil path he was on. Maybe today he would have been eating dinner with his family with John there on the table as a possible son in law.
Instead he was trying to arrest him.
"How much longer you people need?!" Ronald yelled at the team of curse breakers who were analyzing the wards around the hideout. His once friend had a rather ugly glare on his face, he knew that Ronald had a good reason to hate John. Harry might have caught John sleeping with his daughter but Ronald had found them sleeping with Hermione, his ex wife.
He never acted the same after that.
Before he could think of anything else, a bright light blinded them for a moment and when they managed to open their eyes without seeing spots, their eyes got wide enough that it was a miracle that their eyeballs didn't just fall off their sockets.
It was John with all his glory, floating above the hideout with a smile.
"Hello my fellow magic users!"
"Open fire!" Ronald hollered as he sent a quick blasting curse at the man they came to arrest with many of the aurors with them sending similar spells or even few nastier curses towards him.
"Hey wait!" John seemed to flounder in the air for a moment with his arms waving around as the spells came closer and closer…
…only for all them to pass through him with no visible effect.
"Yeah, did you people really think I was dumb enough to come out just like that. Sorry people but my name doesn't start with a 'Ronald' or end with a 'Weasley'." John snorted at them and Harry could see the face of the man insulted by him was turning into an interesting shade of purple he had only seen on his uncle Vernon.
"And I think I see Harry there. Hello Harry, how is Lily?" And then Harry remembered that John was an asshole.
"Surrender John! It is impossible for you to escape and there is nowhere to hide!"
"And that's why you and your friends were always the dumb ones Harry! There is no such thing as 'impossible' when it comes to magic!" The illusion(?) of the talented youth laughed at them.
"Do you even realize where you stand Potter?"
"Stop trying to delay the inevitable John!"
"I am not, I am talking to you. If your squad of curse breakers are dumb enough to listen to our conversation instead of doing their job, that's not my problem." John snorted and Harry shot a look at the said squad who were far more focused on their work compared to before John appeared.
"You are standing on a graveyard Harry Potter!"
"If this is some sort of provocation, it won't work you slimy snake!" Ronald yelled at him, which didn't seem to have any effect of John other than a small glimmer of amusement in his eyes.
"Oh hello Ronald, the inferior Weasley, I'd ask how's the wife but we both know she finally used that big brain of hers and dumped your ass!" The dark wizard laughed at the redhead's yell of rage.
"And no, I am not provoking you. You are standing in the middle of a graveyard. Over the graves of hundreds of muggles slaughtered by Voldemort and his ilk before Potter here managed to turn him into dust with an Expeliarmus somehow." John frowned at the end of his sentence.
"Graves of people whom I have given justice!" Harry yelled out, he didn't know what kind of mind trick John was trying to play but he had no intention of allowing him to have the upper hand this time.
"You think these people wanted justice? Or that they care that one magic user killed another?! No! None of these people want that Harry! They want vengeance! Vengeance against the world of magic that destroyed their families! So I say…" John raised his arms with his hands glowing with a green aura. This was what had made John far more dangerous than Voldemort, Grindelwald or any other dark wizard before him.
True wandless magic.
But before Harry could think more about John's powers, his eyes widened with horror as he realized what he had done as a skeletal hand came out the ground. Followed by another, followed by dozens of others and finally followed by the rest of their bodies.
In front of them was an army of undead skeleton, some still having some amount of rotten flesh around some parts of their bodies and some of them holding weapons that looked like they were made out of bones.
"… AVENGERS ASSEMBLE!"
This was not good.