Harry Potter: Immortal Conquest (HP)

Harry sat on a comfy sofa in the room of requirement. Daphne and Tracey sitting on each side of him. Astoria and Iris sitting on another sofa, in front of them. Both first year girls were in awe of the amazing room and had been using the room since September. Harry, Daphne and Tracey had helped them in their studies and were also planning to start their lessons in dueling after Christmas. But they weren't there to discuss that.

"Harry, you said you would take care of it. What happened then?" Daphne asked with a scowl. She wasn't annoyed because he forgot about it but because he had refused to tell her about the problem and then went to forget about it. The others were giving each other confused looks, not knowing what was happening. Daphne, seeing that, explained about the Malfoy elf situation. Tracey knew about the letters but she didn't know about the evil trap waiting for them here in Hogwarts.

"Even I don't know exactly what Harry knows after seeing the elf's memory. He refused to tell me and said that he would take care of it." she finished, sending a pointed look at her side, towards Harry.

"Cut me some slack, just after that I had found my long lost sister. Of course I was going to forget about all of this." Harry said, glaring back at Daphne who had the decency to look guilty.

"So what exactly is going on?" Tracey questioned him. Harry sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair.

"According to the elf's memory, Lucius Malfoy had a strange diary which he planned to let loose in Hogwarts. Even he didn't know what it would do but he had an inkling that it would create a massive problem here." Harry said honestly.

"Why would he do that?" Iris asked. She couldn't believe a man was trying to hurt school children. Why would someone want to hurt innocent children?

"Who cares? Maybe he is a typical evil man or maybe he is trying to accomplish something or maybe he is taking revenge on someone. I don't give a damn." Harry droned on, not caring about Malfoy's intentions in the least. Iris wasn't satisfied by that explanation but kept her silence. Daphne and Astoria didn't need any motivation to hate the Malfoy family so they didn't object. And even our sweet Tracey didn't have any good things to say about Draco and Lucius.

"So what are you going to do now?" Astoria asked, coming to the point. Harry tilted his head up, staring at the ceiling. An excited smile graced his lips.

"There are two ways to get the diary. First way is boring and the second way is fun. I suggest the fun way." Harry said thoughtfully. Daphne and Tracey shared an amused glance and answered together. They know it was trouble when Harry had that look in his eyes.

"What is the boring way?"

"Oh come on. Let's do it in a fun way. Please?" Harry complained.

"Harry? What is the boring way?" Tracey asked, enunciating each word. Astoria and Iris just remained silent, watching the byplay. Even they both were used to the trio's antics now. There were two subgroups in the group. The first consisted of Harry, Daphne and Tracey and the second had Iris and Astoria. These two subgroups were together most of the time but there was a visible distinction between the groups. Even the two first year girls were aware of it.

"Well, I will just use my Deus and the book will appear in front of me." Harry told them, shaking his head as if it was the most stupid thing. The others looked at each other to see if someone knew what Harry was talking about. No one knew.

"What is Deus?" Astoria asked. The other girls were curious to hear about it.

"Oh! I didn't tell you? Well, I was definitely busy. The Deus is the new name of my power. You all have seen it. The gold mist inside me, the unknown power in me. Daphne and Tracey had already seen it when I tried to strangle Draco on our first day. Astoria had seen it when I came to Greengrass Manor to cure her. Iris hadn't seen the mist but she had seen me using it to create different stuff."

"So, you named your power 'God' in Latin. Talk about pretentiousness. We need to work on your modesty." Daphne said, raising her eyebrow. Tracey gave him an exasperated look while Iris was curious to know about this power. She had seen him work wonders in their room back at Privet Drive but she had mistaken it for 'normal' magic. She decided she would ask him later about their differences. Astoria nodded as she got her answer. She didn't have any problem with that name. In her eyes, a power which can cure generations' old curse was surely godly. Harry mildly glared at Daphne.

"I can kill others with a single thought. I can wipe out the wizarding world within a day, maybe within a minute. I can destroy the world. I can raise zombies, causing an apocalypse. I can evaporate the ocean. I can bring the ocean on the land, drowning the world. I can freeze the whole world bringing another ice age. I can burn the whole world. I can bewitch everyone to follow my orders. I can control anyone. I can wipe out humanity or save them. Is it godly enough?" Harry asked sarcastically, counting everything on his fingers in a nonchalant way. There was a complete silence. Iris and Astoria realised that they never knew the extent of his power. The information just cleared that they didn't know him very well. Even Daphne and Tracey, who presumed that he was the most powerful wizard, didn't know the limit of his power. There was tension in the air. No girls knew what to say next. There was literally a god sitting among them.

"Now, someone please ask me about the fun way." Harry said excitedly, totally changing the serious atmosphere, looking at the others hopefully, childishly. When no one volunteered, he continued taking their silence as agreement, "The fun way is making a new connection. I remember Lucius Malfoy wanted the book in the possession of Weasleys. And the diary is most probably with one of them. So, I will become best friends with Jasmine and then convince her to spy on them and then steal it from them."

"What is so fun about it?" Iris was the first one to break from their collective stupor. She ignored his remark about the best friend thing. She had observed in the past days that Harry sometimes said very silly things which always amused Daphne and Tracey as if it was some kind of inside joke. Now also they were wearing amused smiles.

"We will play detective. We will try to recruit Jasmine in our gang. I know it will take time convincing Jasmine to steal the diary from the Weasleys as one of them is her friend but it will be fun. Who knows what interesting things might happen during the meantime. We will let the diary do its work. We may even have an exciting adventure." Harry said, exuberant. The other stared at him as if he was mad. Daphne and Tracey's smiles disappeared.

"What if some student dies during the meantime because we are trying a 'fun' way instead of a best way?" Tracey asked in somberly, staring at him.

"Who cares!" Harry exclaimed, annoyed. Why can't they appreciate fun? Why do Tracey always have to care for others? They are so annoying.

"Harry?" Iris called him, unsurely. She wasn't totally understanding the conversation. She was getting the gist of it though. Apparently, there was an evil diary in Hogwarts which had the potential to create a deathly disaster. Harry had the power to destroy it quickly but he thought it was boring and wanted to create a game around it. And also he didn't care if some other student died to sate his adventurous spirit. She hoped that it was one of the silly things Harry said sometimes and didn't mean it. "Please just use your Deus. I don't want to see anyone die because of us."

Harry looked at her, his gaze sharp and questioning. Her emerald eyes were unsure and pleading to be heard. After a few seconds, he deflated and nodded. Iris smiled happily. Tracey and Daphne shared another amused smile. It seems Iris had gained the power to wrap him around her little finger. They hadn't thought that she would be that quick. They both knew that they had enough influence on Harry to restrain his very eccentric and bad side but it seems Iris had also joined the team to keep him in control. They gave her appraising looks.

"I am going to summon the diary." he said, ignoring them. A second later, a diary with faded cover appeared in his hand. The girls seemed impressed but when Harry dropped the diary, their amazement turned into confusion. Harry was looking at the diary on the floor. He was looking as if he had seen a ghost. His eyes wide and his hands shaking. He looked scared, which was so rare that Daphne and Tracey didn't know what to do. Iris meanwhile leaned down to pick it up but stopped when Harry yelled.

"Don't touch it."

She abruptly sat back, staring at him, scared at his angry demand. Was he finally going to hurt her? Was he finally going to abandon her? Iris shrinked in herself. He picked the diary up and examined it, not seeing Iris's reaction. But Astoria did, who put her hand on her shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze. Harry's expression changed from horror to joy then to amazement and then back to horror.

"What is it Harry?" Astoria asked the obvious question, still with her hand on Iris's shoulder, who was now acting normally. The air was tense around them. He looked everybody in the eye.

"This book has a very evil aura to it. Very unique aura to it. But the most amazing and scary thing about it is that there is a soul residing in the book. A real soul, a human soul. The magic of the soul is somewhat familiar. I will find out in a moment." Harry mused, opening the book and finding a name on the first page, "T M Riddle."

Then he turned the pages and found all of them bereft of any writing. A frown marred his face.

"I am going to learn everything about it. This may be the thing I was searching for all this time." Harry thought out loud.

"Harry, are you sure you want to keep that book? You yourself said that it has an evil aura and that there is a soul inside, which sounds impossible and wrong. Souls should be inside a human, not in an inanimate object. Can you believe it? A malicious soul residing in that diary. We should just destroy it to be on the safer side." Daphne advised, putting her hand on his shoulder. Harry looked at the others and saw that everyone was behind Daphne's idea. His resolve faltered for a second but then he shook his head.

"I am not budging on this one. I have to do this. Don't worry, it won't be able to hurt me. And I won't let it hurt anybody else if that is what you fear." Harry announced. His voice was hard with resolution. The girls exchanged wary glances among themselves but nodded to him. They could see he was serious about it and they knew that they couldn't stop him even if they wanted to.

In the Gryffindor common room, Ginny Weasley was frantic. She had just lost her precious diary. She had lost Tom, her only friend in this massive school. She had searched everywhere, her dorm room, the common room but it was nowhere to be found. She was sitting in a chair, alone, depressed. What would she do without Tom? Who would she talk to? Who would she ask advice from? She looked around in the common room. Everyone was busy talking to someone else. Fred and George were whispering to each other, most probably planning a new trouble. Percy wasn't even in there. Ron was arguing with Hermione who was trying to persuade him to do his homework. Ginny quickly turned her gaze away when she caught the eye of the blue haired girl. She was always with Ron and Hermione. Her name was Jasmine Zinan. She was sitting beside Hermione, a book opened in her lap. But her attention wasn't in the book, she was staring at her. Ginny continued looking at the wall, trying not to feel the girl's stare on her. Due to this, she was surprised when the girl was suddenly sitting beside her.

"Hello, your name is Ginny, right? Sister of Ron?" Jasmine asked politely. Ginny nodded unsurely.

"Are you alright? You look troubled." she asked with a frown.

"I am fine." Ginny said in a small voice. Jasmine rolled her eyes but didn't press for answers.

"If you say so. Come on, sit with us." she said, nodding towards the sofa where Ron and Hermione were staring at her. Ginny shook her head.

"I don't want to intrude."

"Here is a little secret. Don't tell Ron and Hermione," she whispered, leaning towards her. Her mouth an inch away from Ginny's ear. She gave her a conspiratory look and continued, "You see, Ron and Hermione are always arguing, yelling at each other, giving me a headache. Sometimes I want to strangle them or slap them but they are my friends so I can't do that but it would be nice if I have another friend who will keep them in line and stop me from strangling them. Who I will talk to when they both are busy arguing with each other. Are you up for it?"

Ginny was staring at Jasmine who had a mischievous smile on her face, her short blue hair hanging around her shoulder. Ginny nodded with her own small smile. Jasmine's smile grew into a grin and she grabbed Ginny's hand and dragged her towards Ron and Hermione.

Harry was alone in the room of requirement, a diary in his hand. He had sent the girls away, saying that he needed to concentrate and for that he needed to be alone. That was a lie. He sent them out because he didn't want them to see what was going to happen next. He didn't want them to hear the screams of the soul trapped in the diary. How strange was pain, you could feel it when you have a body and you could feel it even when you don't have a body. It was illogical. Why would the soul feel pain when there were no nerves or brains, no blood and skin? But still, the soul could feel pain. He had tested it just now. He had heard a tortured scream from the diary when he pumped his Deus in it, using his red mist and then using his gold mist, trying to know what was in the mysterious diary. Harry was somewhat annoyed with his friends and sister. They had a very good and pure heart which Harry lacked. And sometimes due to that they clashed. But before, only Tracey was the one whose morals clashed with Harry's. Daphne was in the grey category. She didn't particularly care about others but didn't like unneeded fights or problems. So, the group worked well before. Daphne's vote was final previously. If there was a clash between Harry's and Tracey's idea then Daphne decided the final outcome. Now there was Iris and Astoria, two innocent souls joining their groups. Harry was outnumbered. Now there were three 'absolutely good' people, while Daphne and Harry were the only ruthless ones in the group. Harry could definitely overthrow or ignore their opinions but he just couldn't bear to see the horrified or betrayed looks in his friends' eyes and particularly in Iris' eyes. Looking at her eyes reminded him that he could have been her in another life, where he was a good boy, where he cared for everyone. He shook his head, not the right time for these thoughts and looked at the diary.

Harry was surprised and amused when he realised that the soul was not of an unknown person but of Voldemort or more precisely, Tom Marvolo Riddle. How childish was it to create an anagram. And how stupid was it to fear that anagram.

Harry had found everything which could be found from the diary. Harry had seen the life of Tom from his childhood to his teenage years. Until when he had removed that part of the soul and hid it in the diary. Horcrux. The device to cheat death. How cunning and brilliant. Harry had to praise Tom for that. He had made a horcrux when he was sixteen. He had made a device to defeat death when he wasn't even an adult. Tom was something else. A genius. An exceptional wizard. He had earned a little respect from Harry. Still, Harry wasn't sure if this was the way Harry himself wanted to go. Sure, this method protected oneself from death but the prize was too much. This cutting of the soul in different parts took a toll on the body and sanity. Harry wasn't sure if he wanted to pay that much for immortality. And after all this, there was still a huge weakness. If someone destroyed all the Horcruxes and then killed Tom then he would die like any other mortal man. This whole scheme was stupid. After paying that much price, after offering his soul, his sanity, Tom was still mortal. He could still be killed and that is what Harry was going to do. He was going to kill Tom when he faced him again. He wasn't going to start searching for Horcruxes, that was just too much work. No, he was going to first destroy this diary and then he will destroy the other Horcruxes if it falls in his lap. Harry was at least sure that there were seven Horcruxes. That's what Tom planned after talking to that fat and moronic professor, Horace Slughorn. Harry didn't know what they were but he was sure that the maximum number of Horcruxes were seven. Now the question was whether Tom was able to create that number before dying due to his mother's ancient sacrificing ritual.

Harry put the diary on the table which appeared in the room according to his need in front of him. There was also this Chamber of Secrets situation. Harry was sure that the basilisk will now not hurt anybody as the diary was taken away from Ginny Weasley. Poor little Ginny Weasley, Harry was pleased that he had saved the first year Gryffindor by taking the possession of the diary from her. She was safe now. And she was his big fan, according to the diary's memory. He was happy to help his fans. 'Let no one say that I am not good or kind.'

There were three ways to destroy a horcrux. First was using a basilisk venom which was coincidentally available. Second was fiendfyre which unfortunately Harry hadn't learned yet. And the last was the killing curse which Harry was sure he could fire at the diary. But those options were for ordinary wizards and Harry definitely wasn't an ordinary wizard. He had a power which no one had before. His Deus. But still Harry had said to himself that he would try to keep the use of his Deus at the minimum so he decided he would try the killing curse rather than the Deus. Harry was excited to use it since he hadn't used it before. He stood up and took 4 steps back. He threw the diary on the floor and trained his wand at it. Harry knew he had to summon hate or indifference to cast the spell. He either had to hate the person on which the wand was pointed or he must have disregard for human lives, not caring who was before his wand. An innocent, a criminal, a child, a man, a woman, a girl, he mustn't care for the unknown people, he mustn't feel anything for the unknown. Harry chose indifference and intoned.

"Avada Kedavra."

Nothing happened. Harry laughed mirthlessly. 'So little Harry is still alive, wanting to be a good boy. I don't know whether I should be happy or angry.'

Harry shook his head and pictured the last moments of his mother's life.

"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!"

"Stand aside, you silly girl, stand aside, now…"

"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead…"

A hot surge of rage burned him from inside. Angry tears dropped from his eyes. He hated this moment, hated it more than Voldemort himself. The pleading of his mother, the begging of his mother. Trying to save him, not running away. Dying in front of his eyes. The mind of a year old child not comprehending what was happening. He hated this moment with all of his being.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A green ray of light struck the diary. An unholy scream reverberated in the room and then silence reigned in the room. The diary was still intact but the soul was banished. Harry burned the diary to ashes with a quick 'incendio' and walked out of the room. He rubbed his eyes with the sleeve of his robe and adopted his usual grin.

Harry returned to his room. It was late at night. He had used his Deus to turn himself invisible. Apparently he had been in the room for 3-4 hours after the departure of the girls. It was currently 12:20 in the night. As he opened the door of his room silently, he saw 4 girls sitting on his bed. Iris was teaching them how to play muggle cards. As they saw him enter the room, they quietened.

"Are you okay, Harry?" Tracey asked, her eyes full of worry. Harry wanted to kiss her so bad. Sweet Tracey, always worrying for him.

"I am fine. What are you all four doing here?" he said, raising his eyebrows in confusion. The three girls looked sheepish while Daphne just rolled her eyes.

"Tracey and I thought that these two first year girls needed the 'talk' so we decided to teach them by letting them watch us do the 'talk'." Daphne said with a straight face. Tracey gasped and shook her head violently, red spreading on her cheeks. While Astoria and Iris just stared at Daphne in horror.

"At this hour?" He asked, playing along. Daphne nodded and jumped off the bed and sauntered seductively towards him. She was wearing a red t-shirt and white shorts which showed enough skin on her hips and legs. She encircled his neck with her arms and placed a long kiss on his lips unlike they had ever shared before. Harry didn't need any more motivation. His arms snaked around her waist and he drew her tightly against him. Their fronts pressed against each other. Their lips locked with each other.

"Harry, Daphne Stop! There are children here." Tracey yelled, scandalised, forgetting that she herself along with Harry and Daphne were children. Harry pulled his face back and looked at Daphne who was smiling. 'I know I have said it earlier but they look so beautiful when they smile.'

Astoria finally regained her wit as she dragged Daphne back to bed. Astoria was embarrassed and angry at her sister's antics. Iris was laughing. But there was still a small part of her which was jealous. 'How dare she kiss him! He is mine.' the part yelled in her mind. But she shoved that thought away. It was his choice who he kissed. It wasn't as if she was his girlfriend or his wife. Which was never going to happen anyway. She should just be happy that he wasn't disgusted with her because she liked him in 'that' way.

"Oh… Harry, don't leave me! My love is eternal, unquenchable, don't let them separate me from you." Daphne said, sitting back on the bed, shuffling the cards. It was so funny seeing her say those words with barely any emotion. She said that as if it was an afterthought. Her eyes gleamed in amusement.

"What Daphne meant to say was, 'of course, we are here to see if you are okay. why else would we be here?'" Astoria translated unnecessarily.

"I am fine. What is going on here?" he asked as he sat on the bed with them.

"We played chess for some time but we got bored and then Iris introduced us to this game of cards. But now seeing that you are okay, we will be going to our rooms. We do need our beauty sleep." Tracey smiled and got off of the bed. The others followed her, packing the cards and climbing down the bed.

"Goodnight Harry." Tracey wished him as he hugged her.

"Goodnight Tracey." he smiled and kissed her chastely. Tracey nodded in daze as she went out, a smile on her lips. Iris and Astoria also hugged him and wished him goodnight and went out. Only Daphne remained.

"Are you seriously alright?" she asked, worry visible in her voice.

"I am fine Daph. Don't worry." Harry grinned as he pulled her in his arms. And he was telling the truth. He was fine now. Harry pulled back from the hug and suddenly they kissed each other hotly. Their lips mashed each other. Her one arm around his neck and the other running through his hair. Harry's arms were on her back, slowly sliding down. They rested on her bum and he gave them a squeeze. She yelped and broke off the kiss.

"Hands off mister! I was joking when I said we would do the 'talk'." she said though her face was red but not from anger.

"Daph, are you blushing? Did you like it?" he grinned as he again pulled her against him. His hands again on her bum. He could feel her firm buttocks through the thin white fabric. She glared at him.

"I am not blushing." she said indignantly but didn't pull away or asked him to take his hands away from her arse. Harry chuckled and kissed her softly on the lips.

"Goodnight Daph."

She smiled and kissed him again.

"Goodnight Harry." she said and walked out of the room with a pleased grin on her face. Harry shook his head in amazement. 'I am one hell of a lucky bastard.'

Fifteen minutes later, Iris came back with the help of the invisibility cloak. She removed the cloak and put it on the table. She was wearing pajamas. Harry was already lying on the bed. He smiled at her arrival.

"I thought you weren't going to come tonight," he said. Iris shook her head and climbed beside him and pressed herself against him.

"I will be coming here until you tell me to stop." she said.

"Haha! Then you may have to always come here because I am not going to stop you." he chuckled. She smiled and pressed her lips to his. 'I hope so.' she thought. She pulled after some time.

"Goodnight, big brother."

"Goodnight, little one." he said, caressing her cheek, his thumb touching her soft pink lips. She turned her body, pressing her back to his chest. Harry smiled in her hair as his hand snaked around her waist. But tonight, Iris made a small change. She grabbed his hand which was around her waist and wrapped her arms around it, pulling it against her chest as if it was a stuffed toy. She closed her eyes, her lips curving upwards. 'He is not going to stop me and I am never going to stop coming. He is mine. At least a part of him is mine which is good enough.'