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A/N: There is no fixed update schedule!!!! 

If I write something, I will post it both here, and on my Ptrn account. If I don't post anything for over a month or two, consider it dropped and move on. 

Also, feel free to take the Plot Bunny if you want!!

Read on!

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1989: Age 9

There are many places all around the world that people generally tend to avoid. It can happen because of a multitude of reasons.

Myths of the place being haunted, wild animals calling the place home, the place not at all suitable for human traversal, etc.

For this particular plot of land in a forest outside Surrey, England, covering just shy of 1 square kilometer, the reason was somewhat.. odd.

If anyone ever asked the locals why they avoid this particular part of the forest, they would say, "Have you ever tried going there, mate? Even the bloody rats refuse to get close to that place, forget animals and birds. And fuck me if I'm ever going there."

Or something of the sorts.

It wasn't always like this, of course. One day everything was fine, animals and birds roamed all around the place. And just like that the next day, all the animals and birds vacated the place in a rush that scared the locals.

For just shy of 3 years now, not a single soul has stepped foot inside this part of the larger forest. Either due to their respect of whatever's in there, or fear for their life.

All.. except for one person, who is coincidentally the source of all the myths surrounding this place.

With a soft pop that sounded loud in the silence of the woods, Harry Potter - formerly known as Victor Von Doom - appeared at the rocky bank of a river flowing through the forest, with an unconscious chicken held in his left hand, and a backpack hanging off his other shoulder.

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(TW- GORE!!! VEGANS STAY AWAY FROM THIS PART UNTIL TW ENDS!!)

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Walking back a few steps, Harry stopped in front of a tree a fair distance away from the river, and held the chicken upside down, touching it gently to the bark. Anyone watching would have found themselves mesmerized to see the bark magically extend away from the tree, as it bound the chicken to itself, although not too tightly.

Turning away from the chicken for a moment, Harry walked into a tent that had already been erected on the riverbank, unbuttoning his shirt and taking his backpack off, and exited barely a few seconds later with two items in his two hands, sans his shirt and backpack.

The first was a copper bucket that was at least half a century old. While the other was a normal steel knife, although it was sharper than almost any kitchen knife in London.

Harry gently placed the bucket below the upside down chicken. Joining his hands, he bowed his head to the chicken, and softly whispered, "Thank you for your Sacrifice."

And then, with a clean and strong swipe of the knife, Harry cut into the carotid arteries at the neck of the chicken, allowing the thick lifeblood of the chicken to start draining into the bucket below it.

Once the chicken had died, Harry turned away from it and with nary a single bout of hesitation, jumped into the river after taking off his pants as well.

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(TW over, but there will be mentions of what has been done.

TW- didn't read? :- Harry drained the blood of a chicken that he killed himself into a copper bucket.)

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(Harry's POV- First Person, Present tense)

After washing my hands and face with a healthy amount of soap, and cleaning myself as much as I can, I get out of the water. A simple wave of my hand causes all the water still stuck to my body to float away from it, and return to the river, allowing me to dry quickly.

Another wave of my hands causes the campfire I had set up so long ago to light up, and my bag to eagerly fly out of the tent. Wearing my clothes once again, I pull out the tiffin I had packed before coming here, and start eating the sandwich while soaking up the heat of the flames.

Five years have passed since I discovered the Magic already inside this body, and learned about the subspecies of Humanity named Wizards. Five years, since I gave up on pretending to be the weak child the Dursleys wanted me to be, and became who I always was.

Doom!

And every day since then has been spent getting better and better at manipulating, at using the Magic in me.

But..

I may have been Victor Von Doom, former Sorcerer Supreme of the Universe, but this body is still that of a young child, and so, I am limited in how much Magic I can expend at a time, or even in a day.

If I try to cross those limits? Physical, mental, and Magical exhaustion, that can last upto a week. And that's over the spells failing. Of course, like any good scientist, I learned about it through experience.

But after these five years, I have discovered wonders about this Magic of mine that would have seemed impossible in my past.

It would have once required me to cast a long incantation to teleport from one place to another, either through portals or direct spatial manipulation. But now, in this body? All I needed to do was think about going somewhere and I am already there.

Once I would have had to create a potion and read a spell out of one of my mother's books to have a vision of some place else. Now? Scrying was something I could do with any reflective surface, albeit with a lot of focus, and with mixed results. As for actually viewing the past, I haven't been able to achieve it yet through direct application of Magic, but I have no doubts that I will be able to do so soon enough.

For Doom's younger years, Magic was limited to using Rituals to imbue his Electronic devices with wild Magical Energy, and something that just could not be directly controlled. But for me, Harry, Magic was something I could directly control to give rise to effects that I just have to Will into existence. And it has never been easier than this, not even when I was the actual Sorcerer Supreme!

There were a ton of other such examples which made me glad that I had this new Magical body.

This place was something I had claimed for myself after I first discovered my ability to teleport without using Sorcery or Witchcraft, through direct wormhole creation. It was a fascinating find for me, and even to this day I am still discovering the limits and rules about this type of teleportation.

Doom's life had taught me that using Magic in front of everyone might be a wonderful way to get control over a clan of gypsies, but at the same time it was the worst way to bring attention towards yourself while you're not strong enough.

And so, these last five years have helped me become a Master in pure manipulation of this Magical Energy that wizards have inside them. This did not mean, however, that I ignored my other talents.

I was once a Master of Witchcraft, Sorcery, and Science. I was once the Sorcerer Supreme of my Universe, and as I have said before.. Doom does not forget!

Alas, while my Witchcraft knowledge has proved of use to me, in protecting this place from wandering eyes and wild animals for example, the Sorcery knowledge is not something I can use as of yet. And the primary reason for that is my physical age.

Sorcery, the study of Mystic Arts. The study of ancient spells in a hundred languages, and of other Dimensions. Of Gods, and Demons.

When Master Yao took Doom under his wing, it took him a week to cast his first spell, and of that week, five days had been spent getting used to sensing the Magical energy that Sorcerers use and getting the body and spirit used to casting said Magicml. After that, however, it took me only days to Master what my fellow students took months.

But now? My body has not yet grown. It is not yet capable of channeling the vast energies that I had learned to manipulate as a Sorcerer. And the Magic of the Dimensions is truly vast, very much powerful. So much so, that I doubt that I would be able to even begin learning Sorcery until at least my 15th year, when my body will just be getting strong enough to handle those Magics. And that's after all the training I'm already doing with my Magic.

As for Witchcraft, the knowledge left to me by Cynthia Von Doom has been of immense help. The Runic Language that Cynthia's books taught me, allowed me to cast protective enchantments around places that I call my own, and even around myself.

Thankfully, my Wizardry Magic and Witchcraft Magic worked well together allowing me to cast those enchantments without troubles.

Because after the life I had lived before, I was in no hurry to take in the Magic of a Demon within my body, which I had done as Doom, just to be able to use Witchcraft.

But with good news, there is also the bad.

After I discovered the British library in London at the age of 6, I went there a lot, to study everything about Magic, hoping there will be something about the Myths of Magic in the least. But while searching for Myths of Magic, I encountered something else.

Or rather, I did not see something when I was expecting to.

In the World Maps, I looked for my home, Latveria. And no matter where I looked, I just could not find it anywhere. It was supposed to exist between Romania, Serbia, and Hungary, and easily visible. But I did not find it.

Not in current geography books, not in those of the past.

The only mention of Latveria was of a small failed Kingdom in the 13th century, which was defeated and later absorbed by Wallachia, which was ruled by Basarab I.

Doom died in 1977, after becoming the Sorcerer Supreme for barely an hour, and I regained my memories in the winter of 1981. But still, somehow, I was not in the same world that Doom used to be in.

So there was no Latveria, no Valerie to find and ask forgiveness from, no Master Yao to rescue from Hell, and probably no Mephisto to take revenge on.

Even still, I did not lose hope. Just because the world has changed does not mean my goals have. I will still become the strongest I can be. I will still become Doom!

And hefty goals, means hefty threats.

So, there were many enchantments placed about this small plot of land that I had claimed for myself, anchored to eight Rune carved trees in eight cardinal and ordinal directions, and one central Rune carved tree, powered by my own Magic!

Enchantments, to induce fear the closer a being gets to the center tree, which is where I have left the chicken to drain, of its blood, and an enchantment to make the entire plot completely inaccessible to any scrying spell or spying spell. An Enchantment to make wild animals and birds stay away, and another to hide any magic used under the borders.

And these Enchantments weren't the only thing I've used the Runes on either. Many artifacts that I've created, either from scratch or from repairing the broken stuff that was originally present in the room before I took it over, have those runes carved on them carefully.

The magic inside me would constantly be leaked, by very tiny amounts. After barely an hour or two of studying the leakage I had deduced multiple ways to track the energy around the world, which made me realize that the Wizards, who have an entire Civilization of Magic, would no doubt be able to do the same.

And so, I enchanted the watch I was wearing to stop said leakage by absorbing the excessive Magical energy into itself, while using said Magic to hide my presence from all wandering Magical eyes.

And now, I was ready.

Once the blood was mostly drained from the chicken, I replaced the bucket with an empty one, and picking the half filled copper bucket of chicken blood along with my backpack, I started walking again, this time towards the forest.

It took me a few minutes of walking to reach a small clearing inside the forest, which was where I was going to do something.. dangerous.

The first thing I did was empty out the blood in the bucket, which was around 150ml, into a larger bucket which already contained a couple liters of Chicken blood. I have been slowly collecting this blood after taking chicken from all around Surrey.

And yes, it had to be chicken blood.

Taking a deep breath, I raise my hands causing the collected blood to float up into the air. With another wave, the blood moves around the clearing, and settles down on the ground in various spots. Closing my eyes, I take another deep breath, and recall the excessive blood.

What remains now, is a collection of my Mother's Runes, 13 of them arranged in a circle with a diameter of exactly 4 meters with me in the center. And it took just a quarter of a liter to do this.

My job is not done yet, however.

Taking another breath, I slowly drop my hands down, causing the blood to spin around me in a circle. It then expands away from me until it goes even further than the Runic circle, only to then split into two concentric circles. One inside the Runic circle, and one outside of it. That too drops down then, to paint the ground in blood, while the excessive blood is pulled up once again.

At the end of it, I used up 1.5 liters of blood to finish my task. A summoning spell carved in Runes, to summon Demons to this world. And a Devil's trap to keep them contained.

Because before I do anything.. too big in this world, I need information. Information that I can only get from a demon of the Nether Lands.

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That night, at the stroke of midnight, I once more stood in the clearing right outside the Devil's trap. Spreading my hands to the side, I let my magic flow, and command, "Venit creatură din Iad!"

(A/N: Romanian- Come, creature from Hell.)

Almost immediately, there's an increase in the speed of wind flowing through the forest, as the Summoning spell painted in blood shines brightly, as if the blood was burning. There's an explosion of smoke at the center of the clearing, and once it clears I gaze upon the creature I had just summoned.

With a short but muscular stature, four limbs with claws, two wings at the back, and two horns on its head, was a brown skinned gargoyle, floating in the air.

The gargoyle takes a second to look around, and as soon as its eyes land on mine, it screeches loudly, and then flies straight towards me.

"SCREEEEEE!!!"

Only to slam right into the barrier created by the Devil's trap, that burns it brightly.

"I am guessing that you cannot understand what I'm saying, nor are you even capable of any manner of speech. But even still. Thank you for taking part in this experiment of mine." I calmly say, watching the Gargoyle fly around trying to escape from the Devil's trap.

And then, I lift my hand up, pointing it at the flying gargoyle. The gargoyle senses its life being in danger, and immediately snaps its head towards me to shoot a dark red ball of flames out of its mouth. The flames, surprisingly pass through the barrier of the Devil's trap and slam into the place where I just was.

Appearing on the other side of the Devil's trap, I glare at the gargoyle and whisper, "You dare attack Doom!? Now die!"

Suddenly, a red beam of magic shoots out of my hand and hits the gargoyle at its back, blowing a hole straight through the gargoyle's chest. Within seconds, the gargoyle is dead.

The corpse still remains floating, however, with black smoke covering the wound, and I keep staring at it with my hand still pointed up, the red beam of magic still touching the corpse.

Slowly, the smoke starts converging at the point my magic is touching the gargoyle. The Magic of the Gargoyle, the smoke, forms into a dark spot on the corpse of the Gargoyle, and pulls on more and more magic, until there's nothing left.

In a process that lasts for just five minutes, the entirety of the gargoyle's Magic gets condensed into a single black spot barely half a centimeter wide on the demon's back, right at the center of where my attack had hit it. With no magic remaining to sustain the being anymore, the gargoyle turns to specks of dust, and blows away with the wind.

At the end, all that remains of the gargoyle is a single, almost circular crystal, less than half a centimeter wide. The red magic beam still connected to it slowly dissipates, as I pull the crystal towards myself and observe it.

It was dark brown in color, not black as I originally thought. It shone dully, not enough that it will light up a room, but enough that it will be seen in a dark room. But most of all, the most recognisable thing about it.. was its God awful smell.

Even the gargoyle itself wasn't this repulsive; if I didn't have supreme control over myself, I would have probably already puked.

"No doubt the density of the Hellish magic is intensifying its stink." I couldn't help but mumble to myself, as I summon something from my backpack.

The item in question is a small, old jewelry box, one I'd found lying around in an antique shop, made completely out of mahogany. Placing the Gargoyle crystal inside the box, I close it and am immediately relieved when the scent disappears, along with the distinct hellish magic that the Crystal naturally gave out.

Looking around, I wave my hand to gather everything else and as soon as I'm packed, I start my walk back to the tent. Now, it's time to wait.

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For 7 days I kept an eye on the clearing, waiting to see if someone comes to investigate anything. But nothing of the sorts happens, giving me confidence that the death of the Demonic gargoyle was not felt anywhere outside the Barriers I've erected.

I enter the clearing once again on the eighth day, and summon another gargoyle. This time, I let it rage around until it attacks me with a fireball, and watch in satisfaction when the fireball just slams into a barrier created by the modified Devil's trap, which then absorbs the fireball to strengthen itself.

Nodding in satisfaction, I once again whisper my thanks for the sacrifice as Master Yao taught me to do before ritualistic sacrifices, and kill this gargoyle as well, before taking its magic tor myself and adding the newly formed crystal to my slowly growing collection.

The time will come for a bigger fry to be caught, but until then, I will have to satisfy my curiosity by killing these Gargoyles and slowly work my way up the chain of command.

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