Foolish Love

Chapter One

His lips trembled as he awoke from slumber, and sweat ran down his forehead. Tears fell like spilled Wine, as he remembered his sweet dream of his Lover and his Children.
Why did the dream have to turn into a scene, where he held their bloody corpses?
Why did he have to awake?

His tears burned on his skin, holy tears from a cursed dark heart.

A Monster, Dark Lord, NO! Dark King! He had become even worse than Voldemort ever was, worse than anyone could ever be.
A Sob escaped his quivering lips, how could he take so many lives without feeling ANYTHING?
No reason justifies his murders, for he had killed no matter if Man, woman, Child, magical or non-magical. Bad or good.
He just spilled blood and burned the earth like a grumpy kid that had broken its toys.
What a fine "Hero" he is.

He coughed and coughed until the lump in his throat had gone away, and licked with his dry tongue over his lips.

What time is it?
He walks out of the cave, and has to rub his eyes for he thought to have seen a fata morgana: everything was.... green?'

He cast a tempus and stared at the numbers that seemed so ridiculously over the place. he wanted to cry out again as he held his own mouth shut and let a few painful tears roll.
How can this be?
He had slept for over eighty-hundred millennia? 
The Death of his family, so far in his past?

His eyes widen as he stormed into the green to locate the grave of his most beloved, and his screams got stuck in his throat, as he could not find it. Not even a Point-me charm could help him.
The bodies are long gone, and it was not a magical grave, which why it did not function. his family, gone.
Truly and forever.
He cried like mad and his voice turned hoarse as his screams escaped and echoed from everywhere.

The World had changed, and he in his immortality and exhaustion overslept the second burial of his loved ones, in which he had wanted to use magic.

He broke down to his knees, and sorrowful silence followed with an intermittent sob every now and then.

As he had seemed to calm down, after what felt like hours, heat began to fly through the air and Harry's tears became instant dry.
The smell of smoke filled the area, and he followed the scent to a battlefield, not far from his forest and cave. men, Albae and Monsters laid there, wounded, unconscious or dead, and a Vulcano not far was smoking heavily.
It seemed as if it would break out soon too.

He did not want that, Draco, Scorpius, Albus Severus, they were the basic components of this world! They ARE this World!

His Breath came out hitched, as the white of his eyes began to painfully turn red, and as he screamed in outrage and agony, his body was ripped apart and formed into a bevy of bats, that flew fast and elegant yet aggressively screeching over the battlefield towards the volcano, away over the heads of several soldiers, and whenever Harrys bats passed a human, they had hard time to not rip those apart limb by limb. 
He was hungry.
He was drowning in sorrow.
And he was pissed as hell.

As he finally reached the angry mountain, he formed back into his former self, his eyes still pulsating between emerald and deep red, as he eves dropped on two males, a man, and an Albae, both in a heated argument.

The Albae said that the ring, which was being held by the human male, should get thrown into the volcano, otherwise it could bring its dark master back and enslave all races on this world they called Middle-earth.
The Human wished to have the ring for himself and become a great man in history.
He wished to be... great.

Harry snorted at that and walked inside the cave where they stood, and they turned around. 
Seeing his eyes, both seemed to think he was a foe, and they pulled their swords. 
in the same moment, Harry pulled his Sword, the sword of Gryffindor, and glared at the Mortal Man coldly. "Human. Throw the ring into the Lava now, or I won't be nice!"

The Albae seemed positively shocked to hear the stranger agree with him, however, the man, on the other hand, attacked in rage.
With a swift movement, Harry had ducked away and chopped off the man's hand that had held the ring. The Warrior jowled and called him a monster, though Harry simply growled at that, and kicked the ring over the ground, so it rolled and fell into the hot depths of the mountains angry lava.

There where the ring had molten, the lava seemed to turn for a moment dark and smoke appeared but was gone just as fast, and harry knew it had worked like a Horcrux.
With a sigh, he walked past the man, that was being patched up by the Albae, and went to go out.
The Albae held him back. "Wait!" grey-blue eyes met monstrous green in red."My Name is Elrond Peredhel, Lord of Rivendell. I have to thank you, for you may have maybe saved our very fate, and my dear comrade Isildur, King of Gondor, from the madness that was trying to possess him.
May I know who you are, Sir?"

Harry saw how hard Elrond tried to stop the bleeding of Isildur, and he sighed as he got the chopped-off hand and kneeled down towards the two royals.
He showed Elrond to take a step back, and as the Albae did so, Harry put the hand on its right place and white agonizing light engulfed the mortal king's arm.

in wonder, the Albae watched as the hand grew back on its place, and as Isildur saw his hand back and the light was gone, both starred at harry, which stood up and sneered even so slightly at the human.
"I apologize for my rudeness, Lord Elrond. However, for Men, I show no sympathy. Your people killed my lover and heirs and for that, so be warned, should history ever repeat itself, I will burn down all lands of men. My Name is Hadrian Remus Black, King of the Wronged and Dead, Black Sorcerer, Warlock, and Wizard. I also go by the name Death."

The Human spluttered and turned pale as a ghost, the Albae bowed deep.
"Death! Who would have guessed, that such a neutral creature would come and pick sides?"

A cold ghostly laugh escaped the Warlock that had become Death, and the two looked up to him.
"I am not neutral and I did not pick sides. I simply came here to calm down the mountain that was smoking like wild, but since it feasts on the ring, it became calm.
Now listen, Human, Elrond. I am no good and no nice Being.
I wish nothing but death to those that hurt my family, I wish for them and their ancestors and all that share their beliefs death. A bloody gory and cruel cruel death. Sinister in every form.
I AM a dark King, I am Death, and all I did was sealing the cranky coots' coffin, so it will never try to steal my throne!"

His eyes seemed to glow in rage and Harry turned away towards the entrance. "Sayonara, Lord Elrond. May the Flowers in your gardens never welk. And King Isildur... Do something wicked and I will let my Basilisk loose on your castle. lets never see again."

With that, Hadrian turned into bats and left the cave of the volcano.

His magic sought out for a fitting chicken egg and a toad, and as they were found, he summoned them into his own cold and stony throne hall, where he instantly bred the basilisk egg.
better have the snake in time.
He did not trust the man at all.

And he possibly should also cleanse hiss hall and work on the architecture.
Who knows what could happen in the future.