Plots, Revolutions, and Retributions

Fifteen year old Cinder Potter was beyond pissed. She was infuriated! She was howling for blood! The Ministry of Magic had made it their personal mission to slander and discredit her after she announced Voldemort's return. Though, very few in the Ministry like Amelia Bones and Rufus Scrimgeour believed her, but sadly they were the only ones with positions of power to believe her.

She had just been attacked by two Dementors while out in Diagon Alley, and had destroyed the Dementors with Fiendfyre before the Dementors could suck out her soul. Plenty of eyewitnesses were there to account the incident, but that didn't stop Fudge from trying to sweep it under the rug and slap her with underage magic use and use of Dark Magic, never mind that it was in self defense and she was perfectly in control of the Fiendfyre Curse.

Despite her attempts to clear her name, she was found guilty, and had her wand snapped, and had her magical core bound tighter than it had already been, making her practically a Squib. She had been miserable, and stewed in her rage at the injustice that befell upon her. When she was forced to return to the Dursleys, they'd forced her to return to the cupboard under the stairs with nasty grins on their faces. The abuse she suffered had been worse than before she had started her 1st year at Hogwarts, with Vernon now hitting her relentlessly to the point she got broken bones, and bruises all over her body.

So here she was, sobbing over the pain as she nursed her lower abdomen from the fat bastard kicking her relentlessly. Soon after, the pain gave way to pure, unadulterated, unparalleled fury. They all feared her. That was why they put her on a sham trial, and bound her magic up nice and tightly, so she wouldn't be considered a threat anymore. The Dursleys were no longer afraid of her, and made their opinions of her more clearer than they had before. Needless to say, she hated how her life turned out, but she stubbornly refused to give anyone the pleasure of seeing her pain. She hated them, and did everything she could to spite them.

She passed out when the pain became too unbearable.

~Dream Sequence~

Cinder woke up in a strange place that looked like your stereotypical image of Hell, completed with dark, spiky towers. "Where the hell am I?" Cinder asked as she stood up to look around.

"An apt description of my realm, mortal. But it's not quite the "Hell" you're familiar with. Your consciousness has entered my plane of Oblivion, the Deadlands." A deep, demonic voice rumbled with an echo.

Looking up, she saw a towering demonic figure with four arms. The figure in question was red, muscular, scarred and was covered in ritualistic tattoos. Around his neck was an armored leather neck brace, and hanging from the brace were strips of chain mail. Two strips of chain mail hung in front of his chest, two more over his back, and one strip each covering his shoulders. He also wore studded leather guards with more chain mail attached. Each of his fingers and toes had sharp claws, his eyes were crimson red while his sclera were black, and he had six horns atop his head and four smaller spikes on his chin. Pierced in elf-like ears were gold hoops, and finally, gripped in one of his hands was a huge Battle Axe. Cinder could only stare in awe mixed with more than a little fear at seeing the monstrosity before her.

Cinder had swallow her fear, and decided speak. "Who are you?" She asked.

"I am Mehrunes Dagon; the Black Daedra Lord, Prince of Destruction, Lord of Blood and Flames, Prince of Ambition, Prince of Disaster, Master of Razors, Mehrunes the Razor, Mehrunes the Thieftaker, Mehrunes Godsbody, Mehrunes the Red Arms That Went Up, The Horror, Sovereign of Destruction, the Flame Tyrant, the Father of Cataclysm. The Daedric Prince of Darkness and Destruction whose sphere encompasses destruction, change, revolution, energy, and ambition." The demon introduced himself. "I have been watching you for a very long time, Cinder Potter. I confess myself disappointed that those mortals have done you a great disservice by binding your core so tightly. You have the potential to change this backwards world, and THEY fear that. They fear the changes you could make to THEIR world, so they made sure you couldn't. However. I can undo their wretched mistake." He assured.

"If you're the lord of destruction, then why help me? Why not help that bastard, Tom Riddle?" Cinder asked, genuinely curious about what Lord Dagon's motives could be.

"He has amused me, true, but he has created anchors to tie his spirit to the mortal plane. So long as his anchors are intact, he cannot die properly. You've already destroyed one of his "Horcruxes", if I'm not mistaken." Dagon stated as he grinned, revealing sharp teeth that reminded Cinder of the bloodthirsty Goblins at Gringotts.

Realization dawned on Cinder as she thought about what she had recently destroyed. "Riddle's diary!" She exclaimed.

"Correct. You truly are a bright little mortal. Indeed, the diary was Riddle's first Horcrux, using the death of Myrtle Warren to do so." Dagon revealed.

"So, what exactly IS a Horcrux?" Cinder asked.

"Horcruxes are containers used to store a mortal's soul... much like a Lich's phylactery. The process of their creation involves a spell, and a horrible act to be committed. Horcruxes are the darkest, and foulest magics to ever be created. The one who created the idea of Horcruxes was an ancient Greek dark wizard named Herpo the Foul. Knowledge of the creation of Horcruxes have been regulated by every Ministry of Magic in the world to reduce the number of fools who would attempt such blasphemous rituals." Dagon lectured, keeping Cinder's attention to every word he spoke. This was infinitely better to listen to than Binns' awful droning in History of Magic.

"And Voldemort made more than one. If the diary was the only Horcrux, then Voldemort would be dead right now. No, he had to have made multiple. His depravity knows no bounds, and I have a strong feeling that he's made more." Cinder mused as she paced in front of the god.

"And you would be correct. The diary, Slytherin's locket, Hufflepuff's cup, Ravenclaw's diadem, the Gaunt family ring which happens to house a Deathly Hallow, his new snake familiar which also happens to be a Maledictus...." This caused Cinder to stare wide-eyed in shock. She had heard of the awful Maledictus Curse. It changed a human into an animal like having an Animagus form... but unlike the Animagus transformation, a Maledictus could only transform so many times before they become stuck in their animal form. Cinder couldn't imagine having such a fate, and pitied those who DID suffer such an unfortunate fate. She was brought out of her musings when Dagon continued... and this time, the name he spoke next shocked her to her very core. "And Cinder Lilian Potter." He finished.

"Me? I'm a Horcrux?" She asked weakly as she pointed at herself.

"A partial one, but one nonetheless. When that bastard attempted to kill you all those years ago on that fateful Halloween night, a piece of his soul lingered, and attached itself to your scar. His soul was already so unstable that when the Killing Curse backfired, a piece of his soul sought out anything to keep him anchored to this reality. You. That is why your scar hurts when you're in close proximity to him or when he's feeling very high emotions. It's also why you can see visions of what he's planning." Dagon replied.

"What about the Parseltongue thing? Is that also because of the Horcrux?" Cinder asked.

"No. You are a legitimate heiress of Salazar Slytherin. Your mother was born from a Squib branch of Slytherin's line, and as a result, your ability to speak Parseltongue is an inherited trait. Your mother could use it, but limited the number of people she confessed this to. Your father, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin all knew, along with Alice and Frank Longbottom, and Xenophilius and Pandora Lovegood as everyone I just listed were good friends with her and your father." Dagon revealed.

"Lovegood? Luna?" Cinder asked. Luna Lovegood was a year below her, and was the only person who saw who she really was, but didn't care. She was loyal to a fault, and in turn, Cinder had stopped the Ravenclaw girls from bullying the poor girl.

"Xenophilius and Pandora's Seer daughter. She was blessed by the Daedric Prince Azura with her gift of foresight. However, due to the tragedy of seeing her mother die, the Seer ability caused her to go mad, but I digress. Let's take care of that pesky Horcrux, and those bindings on your core." Dagon said as he tapped a clawed digit against her scar, causing a black cloud of smoke to burst out with the face of Voldemort screaming in agony before the cloud vanished. Then, Dagon moved his finger down to her heart, and spectral chains appeared around her before shattering.

"Wow, that's a rush." Cinder mused as she lifted her hand, and conjured a ball of fire in it. Then she used Pyrokinetic Flight to fly up to Dagon's face. "This. Is. AWESOME! Thank you so much, milord!" She gushed as she bowed at the hip, eliciting a chuckle from the God of Destruction.

"Well, you certainly couldn't get your revenge with that Horcrux leeching off your magic, or if your core was so tightly bound. Now that you're free of both, you can take your revenge against those bastards." Dagon said, earning a feral grin from the ashen-haired girl. Her amber eyes glowed with malicious intent as she thought of everything she could do. "Cinder Potter, I would have you become my Champion and High Priestess. Go forth and wreak havoc in my name. Let the world know that it is never a wise idea to fuck over a Potter." Dagon ordered before giving her a thick, gray tome. "This is the Mysterium Xarxes. The original copy was destroyed at the end of the Oblivion Crisis on Nirn, so I made another copy. Use it well... my Priestess." He ordered as everything faded to black.

~Back in the Waking World~

Cinder opened her eyes, and felt a heavy weight on top of her. She leaned forward and saw the Mysterium Xarxes laying on her stomach. With a grin, she grabbed the tome, and stood to face the door of the cupboard. She then blew the door off its hinges with a Fireball, and stepped out just as the Dursleys came running down the stairs.

"Girl! What's the meaning of this!?!" Vernon demanded, earning a demented, and twisted grin from the girl.

"Revenge, dearest uncle." Cinder replied as azure flames circled around her. She had just cast a Protego Diabolica without a wand, an incantation, or even moving her arms. "Such a useful spell, Protego Diabolica. It incinerates anyone or anything that tries to pass through the flames, while leaving the caster and anyone who implicitly trusts the caster unharmed." Her grin widened as her amber eyes reflected her madness. "It's also capable of summoning fiery demons." She added, causing the Dursleys to pale.

Suddenly, the front door was blasted off, and several Order of the Phoenix members came rushing inside along with Albus Dumbledore at the head. "Well, what do we have here? The Order of the Fried Chicken is finally here. So much for supposed "Blood Wards", eh Dumbledore?" She asked with a sneer. "Because of you and the incompetent Ministry, you have allowed me to go dark. And I like the darkness." She said as she sent tendrils of azure fire to incinerate the Dursleys, only to be blocked by Dumbledore.

"Cinder, what happened to you? You need to come back to the Light, my dear girl." Dumbledore pleaded. He needed the girl to be obedient and subservient so he could sacrifice her for THE GREATER GOOD! If Potter went dark then all his perfectly laid machinations were ruined!

Cinder turned towards Dumbledore, her grin turned into a scowl that sent shivers of fear down the spines of everyone present. "Don't you dare call me "your girl", Dumbledore. I am NOT your girl!" She snarled in contempt. "Tell me something, Dumbledore, did you know about the piece of Voldemort's soul that was stuck in my scar? Or the fact that he had made seven Horcruxes in total?" She asked condescendingly, and seeing Dumbledore's shocked face told her everything she needed to know. "So that's a yes then. Well, let me tell you that I'm finally free of his soul shard." She said as she lifted her bangs to reveal a perfectly unblemished forehead, shocking Dumbledore further.

"Did you expect me to just lay down and die for you, old man? Did you intend to have me killed so you could swoop in and be the hero? Is that what you were planning?" She asked with a sneer, and again, his face told her everything she needed. "You were, weren't you? What does that say about the supposed "Light" when their leader is willing to sacrifice lives for his own sick and twisted gain? Not very Light of you, Dumbledore, when you manipulate others to sacrifice themselves for you. My parents were fools to ever trust you... but I won't make that mistake. I will live while you and Riddle burn!" She roared as the Protego Diabolica destabilized, and summoned fiery demons. "Burn all of Surrey to the ground. Leave no survivors!" She ordered as she vanished into a pillar of fire.

Dumbledore looked on in dismay as all of his plans came crumbling around him, but finally snapped out of it. They all Apparated outside the house, and surrounded it. "Quickly, stab your wands into the earth, and shout the Counter Spell!" He ordered as he stabbed the Elder Wand into the dirt. "Finite!" He intoned. The rest of the Order followed suite, and soon, had the demons vanished. The only proof that they were there was the burned down remains of #4 Privet Drive.

"Alright, Albus. You've got some explaining to do! What did the lass mean when she accused you manipulating her to die? And if you don't tell us the truth, I'll have Snape drown you in Veritaserum!" Moody growled, prompting Dumbledore to pale. He heard Remus growling at him, warning him that he had better choose his words carefully lest an enraged Werewolf tear him apart, limb from limb. With a resigned sigh, he had no choice since the brat revealed some of his plans.

"Voldemort made Horcruxes. That's why he's still alive, and was able to get a body back. On the night of October 31, 1981, when he killed Lily and James, he left a piece of his soul inside Cinder Potter. Normally, the only way to destroy a Horcrux is to destroy the vessel completely beyond repair, but Cinder Potter has shown that you don't need the obvious to destroy them. Though, how she knew of the Horcrux, and how she managed to destroy it without killing herself is beyond me. To my knowledge, nothing but Basilisk Venom and Fiendfyre can destroy them." Dumbledore informed, causing Remus to snarl in rage.

"You! You were going to lead her like a lamb to slaughter! I'll bet it was YOU who lead Lily and James to their deaths! Potter Manor had the best Goblin-made wards that money could buy! Not even Voldemort could penetrate them! Why go to Godric' Hollow and use a Fidelius Charm!?! You know, with everything that's been happening, I can't help but think that you're WORSE than Voldemort! You didn't even bother to push for Sirius to have a fair trial when you learned that he wasn't the one who betrayed James and Lily! Instead, you just let him go on the run, and allowed Pettigrew to go back to his master, and now look what's happened! I'm done with you, Dumbledore! It's obvious that you're a power-hungry lunatic!" Remus raved as he Disapparated back to Grimmauld Place before Dumbledore could do anything. He needed to get Sirius out of there, and hunt down Cinder. He couldn't bear to look Lily and James in the eye if anything happened to their only daughter.

"Lupin's got the right idea! You knew that Crouch Junior was impersonating me all year last year, and you did nothing! You let that bastard cast Unforgivable Curses on students! I should bring you into the Ministry! But I know you're far too influential for proper justice to be done. You'd just use your positions to sweep everything under the rug!" Moody yelled at his former friend before turning to walk away. "Tonks, Shacklebolt, you two coming?" He asked.

"Hell yeah, I'm coming! I can't believe I used to respect Dumbledore. But now? Now I have NO respect for him." Tonks snarled as she, Shacklebolt, and Moody Disapparated to the Ministry to tell Madam Bones everything that happened. That left Dumbledore with Mundungus Fletcher, Severus Snape, and Hestia Jones.

"I need a drink. I'm done, Dumbledore. I agreed to protect Lily's daughter, but I didn't sign up for her to commit assisted suicide!" Snape commented before Disapparating back to his home in Spinner's End.

"That's so fucked up, Dumbledore. I quit as well." Hestia said as she Disapparated, leaving Dumbledore and Fletcher alone.

"Um... I think, I'll follow Severus' advice. I'll be at the pub." Fletcher said as he just simply walked to the nearest pub, leaving Dumbledore to hang his head. The allies he had with him to investigate #4 Privet Drive all quit now that they learned the truth. Couldn't they see it was for THE GREATER GOOD? Couldn't Cinder simply accept that her death was predestined? She was fated to die by Voldemort's hands! Now, without the Horcrux in her scar, she wouldn't be so inclined to die for the good of all! His plans were ruined beyond repair!

Meanwhile, deep in a cave that was carved into a mountain, Cinder stood before the shrine she had erected in her lord's likeness. The stone statue depicted Mehrunes Dagon bracing himself against tall, jagged rocks while he leaned outward, clutching his Battle Axe in his lower hand horizontally. A permanent snarl was etched into his face.

Behind Cinder was a podium where the Mysterium Xarxes rested. "Much of Dumbledore's followers have left him. Few have decided to seek you out." Dagon informed.

"Good. That's good. Some of his puppets have finally cut their strings when they realized just how bad Dumbledore REALLY is. And more will soon follow by this week's end. If the Ministry wants to think I'm causing chaos, then why not oblige them?" Cinder asked with a sadistic grin. Oh yes, she was going to enjoy wreaking havoc on the Wizarding World. They would soon regret making an enemy out of her!

(A/N: And cut! That's chapter 1. I hope you guys enjoyed it. I wanted to make a story like this because The Elder Scrolls Online: Blackwood is coming out soon for The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion's 15th anniversary. Also, there's a criminal lack of Fire Manipulator Harry Potter fanfictions, and I thought that having a Pyromancer/Fire Elemental Harry would be ideal for this fanfiction. Again, hope you enjoyed it, and let me know what you think of it. Sorry it's been awhile since I've posted anything, but I've been on a hiatus for a bit since I couldn't think properly. That being said, I'll get working on the next chapter. Please tell me in the comments what you'd like to see out of this fanfiction. Ciao!)