Foolish Love

Prologue

He had lost them.

All of them.

After the great Wizarding War, the Wards broke down one after one, as the balance of Magic came to waver, and Muggles began to see the Creatures and their World and acted out in Panic.
There was no chance to show that the wizarding world meant no harm, there was no chance of peace.

And a new Witch Hunt began to run over the lands.

Showed a kid any type of magic, no matter if muggle-born, half-blood or pureblood, the muggles acted out, began experiments, or simply killed them in gruel sadistic ways.

No matter where Harry hid with his Lover and the Lovers Family, the Muggles found them. Over and over again.
Then the day came, his lover gave birth to two wonderful Baby boys, Scorpius and Albus Severus.

And the Mortals found them again.

Despite him being the Master of death, he was not able to save all five of his most beloved family. Only his Lover and children made it.
Ten years later, as the twins showed at the world's worst moments their Magic tricks to their Parents, Fate played foul on Harry and took them away from him as well.

Draco, his Lover, followed his Babies in sorrow into Death. Suicide.

And Harry, as good as he had once been, snapped.
He snapped, and, oh dear Lord, he ripped the world apart.
Until No Muggle, no Creature, no Animal and No Magic-blooded were too be found, and the ground was Burned in cursed blue flames of the devil Harry had become.

He had lost them.
All of them.

And now? Now he was what he had hated and fought in his teenage years.

A dark Lord, Immortal and seemingly Invincible, as Voldemort had always wished to be.

Maybe he was more like his late nemesis than it was good for him.
Though, now that there was nothing to care about anymore, nothing to call him, he saw no reason to stay alive. And since he could not die either, he went to go into a cave, conjured a dark throne made of stone and skulls with diamond eyes, and took seat.

As his eyes closed and his mind began to drift away into slumber, the Magic awoke from new and took it in its hands to form life from new: Beginning with Ilúvatar, with whom she created fourteen more...

So it was, that soon a new world was born.
And no one ever felt or realized the presence of a slumbering vampiric Dark Lord...
Until he awoke, as someone tried to steal his Throne.

(Never try to steal a Dark Kings Throne.)

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The Artwork isn't mine and I have no idea who the artist is, so: I hope you don't mind I am using it for the story?
Don't stab me pls!