The Dark Lord Harry Potter

"Wh-what is going on?" Gregory Goyle stammered out with a slight panic in his voice.

The Zabini heir caught a sight of something from outside, and pressed his forehead to the window to get a better look. Moments later as he saw something dark fly onto the train and withdraw with a sharp gasp as the glass surface began to ice over.

"D-D-Dementors…"

A sigh drew all of their attention a second later from the children's 'Lord'. Harry appeared almost… aggravated at the turn of events, "Figures, here I was about to enjoy a pleasant train ride with Pansy in my lap, amongst other things, and we have unexpected guests show up to ruin it."

"M-my Lord they are… they are…"

"Dementors, yes I am well aware. An interesting turn of events though, I truly did not expect Fudge to be this stupid."

A creeping cold began to seep through the carriage, causing the boy-who-lived to shift the girl off of him and rise from his seat before turning to leave.

"W-wait! My Lord where are you…" she called out desperately, hoping for him to not only stay where it was, reasonably, safe but also to protect them.

"To greet our guests of course, just because they do not understand common courtesy does not entitle rudeness from us in turn."

With that he opened the door and slowly strolled down the hallway, followed seconds later by several frantic, and terrified, teens. True none of them knew defensive spells for such a situation, but it was always safer with Harry than anywhere else.

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A certain bushy-haired bookworm glanced over at the other individuals sharing the compartment with her. It was a bit odd, considering last year she had been forced to sit alone, to actually have someone within arms reach of her that not only wanted to be, but also that wasn't asking her for answers to homework.

She recognized the redhead as the youngest Weasley, Ginny if her memory served correctly, and next to her sat a rather pretty blonde with an airy sort of expression on her face. Two girls were both from her year except came from Slytherin, Daphne Greengrass and Tracey Davis, along with a younger girl she did not recognize, but assumed was related to Daphne based on how close they sat.

Thus far the conversations had been limited to two separate groups: the two not sorted into Slytherin were having a whispered, and giggly, conversation, while the other three went over their summer in quiet tones as well, occasionally explaining something to the youngest of them.

Sure it wasn't real friendship, and they were not actually including her in their discussions but it almost felt like they were. Like she had female friends to talk with, to gossip and talk about boys with, to share beauty tips and just be… friends with.

The only problem now was to actually start a conversation with them… and the issue with that was Hermione didn't know how to do that anymore. When was the last time she had a normal conversation with someone that wasn't concealed behind a bathroom stall?

"I…" Before she could so much as finish her initial thoughts the train came to a screeching halt, and the lights flickered.

"That isn't right… we should be at least another hour away from Hogwarts…" Daphne muttered in suspicion as she glanced at the window, which was beginning to ice over. "Granger, do you know what kind of creature causes immense cold by chance?"

"Several, but nothing native to this area. The closest would be the Dementors of Azkaban." the Gryffindor answered automatically, earning a wince from the Slytherin in turn.

"Yeah… that is what I thought…"

"Perhaps we should seal the door… you know just in case?" Ginny whispered, earning a hesitant nod from the others.

"Y-yeah, I mean it couldn't hurt. I am sure that they wouldn't be near the train but…"

Any further comment that Tracey was about to make was interrupted when the door slowly creaked open, and a hooded figure slid in.

'Useless Mudblood!'

'She has no friends, what a loser!'

'How did you even get into Gryffindor?'

'You will never amount to anything!'

'Second place again, what a loser.'

'Why don't you just kill yourself and save us all the annoyance?'

Hermione curled into a ball with a silent sob, noticing that the others were doing much the same. It was like a living nightmare, her insides slowly freezing as her mind began to recycle the worst memories of her life over and over again in a vicious cycle.

The creature closed in, reaching out for them.

Luna whimpered in the corner, while Ginny clung desperately to her. Tracey had reached for her Wand, but had already halted in fear. Finally, Daphne and the remaining girl were trying to hold onto each other for some small amount of support.

Skeletal fingers were inches from her now, preparing to do Merlin-knew-what to her when a male voice interrupted it, "My my, that isn't very nice. Why don't you leave them alone hm?"

The monster turned and glided back from the room and into the hallway, the horrific feelings subsiding slightly as the Magic was focused on a new target.

From her spot on the cushions Hermione could just make out the darkness that filled the newcomer's eyes as the demon turned to face him. Anger rippled across his normally happy features as his voice seemed to fill existence itself, "You dare!? " And then the darkness came. An ocean of pure shadow and power fell over the girls, drowning them in a sea of one man's presence. The bushy-haired head tilted just a bit more for a better view, drawn in like a moth to a flame.

Even in his fury the boy was breathtakingly beautiful.

The bookworm managed to open her eyes just a crack, to watch as Harry Potter faced down the demon, and to her shock the entity withdrew as the boy advanced slowly towards it. A few steps and it was backed into a corner, almost clawing at the wall to escape a mere child.

" Bow" It was not a suggestion, not a question or comment… it was a command. An order given by a King to those who served him, an instruction that could not be ignored.

Despite her soul screaming to follow his will the the girl managed to still herself, and watched on in shock as the Dementor obeyed, and bent down onto one knee, its head dropped in supplication, before the hero.

Harry took another step forward, before reaching out and grabbing the monster's head, focusing its attention onto his own face. "They are mine, tell your kind that should any of them so much as touch what is mine I shall exterminate you from existence. Do you understand? " Amazingly it seemed to nod, before being tossed back onto the ground like a helpless prisoner.

"Get out."

The Dementor fled faster than a professional Golden Snitch. A moment passed before glowing emerald-green eyes turned towards the six girls who still lay prone. "You are all okay?"

"Y-y-y"

He nodded as if in understanding, before turning only to find the rest of his followers in the hallway, bowed down much like the Dementor had been moments prior.

"My Lord…"

For the second time in her recollection Harry Potter almost seemed… annoyed to the bookworm as he stalked past the other Slytherins and down from the corridor he had originated from.

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