49A/N: Sorry for the long wait but I was working on my design of a straight blowback S.M.G. with non-existent muzzelflip and an Ultra-Short assault rifle (390mm in length will 11 inch barrel chambered for 5.56 NATO, Anyone interested in it?) The chapter is Harry centric but in next you will see all of the character contributing.
After a great dinner and a goodnight sleep Harry was fully refreshed and in kitchen with Andromeda. While not an exceptional cook, he knew enough not to kill anyone with his cooking. The sausages were sizzling nicely with omelet, tea and toast ready at this time they were engaged in small talks.
They were talking about Dora's future "So when will you start her studies and apprenticeship?" Andromeda or Andy as she liked to be called asked to Harry.
"In the evening today, or latest by tomorrow. But for that we will have to move to my mansion. The magical discharge will be huge with her being a meatamorpahagus. The process is quite painful I am afraid."
"What is it that it is so painful?" she was genuinely curious and a bit hesitant after hearing of large amount of pain.
"Nothing like hundred cuts on your body, actually most of the rituals are painless – well to the person performing at least-" he shrugged then continued, " All it requires is an oath in a ritualistic circle. The painful part is aftereffects of the ritual. It changes your entire body structure for it to become extremely agile and strong. A true necromancer can go toe to toe with a master Vampire in speed and troll in strength."
Andy's eyebrows reached to her hairline. "That fast and strong! Wow! Can I watch it?"
"Yeah, sure. Just make sure you are not having any open wounds from where you can bleed or you are not on your periods. Foreign blood can be bad, very bad. I know a couple that converted their bones into charcoal – burning – because they forgot to wipe blood of period of a girl from ritual floor. Guess rutting like bunnies was more important than precautions." Harry replied easily while shaking her head at the memory.
Andy was also shaking her head but at his bluntness, "Why do you have to be so crass?"
"Never fuck around with blood and soul rituals with you as benefactor. That is the first and foremost rule in necromancy. The reaction I told you was one of the gentler ones. One of the amateur necromancer converted his rib cage to resemble the spider's legs but they were upturned and totally immobile with a dead weight of 40 kgs and 4 feet in length. He broke his spine and was bed ridden –face down - for the rest of his miserable life."
Andy shivered at the tale. She was about to say something when Harry beat it to her. " Let's get the food on the table. We are about to have company. Dora is at the stairs and Ted just left the washroom."
"How?" she asked flabbergasted.
"Bond, nose, noise, and magical core distance." Harry replied while putting the sausages on the table.
She shook her head and placed the pot of tea at the table.
After a few seconds Dora came in. " Good Morning Mum, Harry."
"Good Morning Dora."
"Good Morning Nym." Harry replied.
"Harry! Please don't call me Nymphadora or anything with Nym." she replied agitated.
"But why? Your name is so beautiful, Gift of nymphs. They are one of the most beautiful of any races out there. I have met many of beautiful races so I feel uniquely qualified to make the comparison. Also seeing you I think the name fits to t." Harry replied astonished at her reaction.
Dora had a slight reddish tint on her face at the complement "Even then. What is on today's tasks list?"
"I will get us a few elves and destroy a human trafficker to get a bit more money. For you, get some dry woods and burn them to produce about a pound of ash. We will need it for starting your training." He replied while pulling chairs out for Dora and Andy.
"Good Morning Dora, Andy, Wrath."
"Good Morning, Dad."
"Good Morning. Ted."
"Good Morning, Ted"
"So what is up today?" Ted asked.
"Harry is getting us elves and I have to prepare for my first ritual!" Dora explained happily.
"Elves? Why do we need more than one elf? Even one will be more than enough" Ted asked in confusion while pouring himself a cup of tea.
"We are not only going to help a fully fledged rebellion but lead it. We will need help in the food and logistic department. If the rebels will do all this work when will they train to fight? Also please select a single name for me." Harry replied.
Before Ted or Andy could say anything Dora jumped in "Harry, in honor of real Harry, so that he is remembered as he should be."
Andy saw a slight uptick of Harry's lips but wrote it off as her imagination.
"So when we are leaving for Russia?" there were no protests as they knew that they were way more safe with Wrath than they were anywhere else.
"In a few days. First I need you to withdraw Dora's name from Hogwarts. If you can get it done today it afternoon it will be very good. Also do whatever you want of your business." Harry replied.
The rest of the breakfast was filled with small talks. After the breakfast they went for their respective works."
~ Raven's Wrath ~
Harry had one of his leather pouches with 2 million GBP in cash. He entered the Knockturn alley and a quick direction from a shop he now had 3 shops which dealt with the house elves.
He was in his older version with black robes and shadow charms on hood to obscure his face and spell to mask his scent.
He soon entered the first shop. There was no name or sign on the shop. Inside was a portly man in a black robe that had seen better days.
Wrath started without any preamble "I want elves."
"Male or female?" was the simple response.
"I said elves."
"How many?" Harry swore that he saw the man's eye turn into galleons.
"Many, but I want to see them beforehand."
He nodded and called a female elf named tippy. The elf did not looked in a good shape there was a bruising on the left cheek and fingers also did not looked in good shape neither did her ears who and blue and black marks on them.
"Why is she in this condition?" Wrath asked in a flat tone.
The man had a proud smile on his face while he replied, "Conditioning. They are totally submissive."
Harry unleashed a powerful legilimency attack on the shopkeeper. It was not one with any finesse or subtlety but savage thrust. In wrath's mind shopkeeper's guilt was already proven, he just wanted to know how deep his sins ran. The man had decent shields but against an unstoppable force like Harry's legilimency those barrier fell like a wall of dry leaves in storm.
In the man's mind wrath found that short of raping the elves there was nothing he had not done to them to 'condition' them.
A quick imperio paired with his legilemency and the shopkeeper was his slave now. While the shopkeeper could have resisted imperio,the legilimency had already scrambled his brains to kingdom come so the Imperius curse had no problem in taking effect.
"Bind all the elves to me." Harry growled.
30 minutes and 23 elves later Harry now had all the elves the keeper had. Then he simply ordered him to hand over his Gringots keys. Wrath then turned to Tippy who was standing with other elves
"You are the in charge of this lot. Take this key and get everyone in good uniforms. I will provide you with the crest. Get all the medical assistance you need to become your hundred percent. If you grow short on money ask me for more."
Leaving a stunned and delighted Tippy, he turned to the rest of the elves, "For now, I have a task for you all. I want this guy permanently maimed, deaf, blind, limbless and castrated. Do it in the most painful way you can devise. If he dies in the process, it is of no concern. Then I want you to go to this location Hadrian James Potter Ravenswrath can be found in The Retreat in Yorkshire."
There were a few astonished elves but others had a maniacal grin on their faces. Wrath casted an additional silencing charm on the shop.
'Never do something on others that you are not ready to face on thy own self' Wrath thought to himself as he left.
~ Raven's Wrath ~
The second shop was more or less the same and the shopkeeper reached to the same end while Wrath gained 25 more elves with head named Petal. He then entered the third shop which was different in looks by others. It was not dingy but a lively and well lit place. The man in front of him was also in good brown robes with an obviously fake smile pated on his face.
"Good morning, I am Timothy Harper, How can I help you?"
"I want elves." Wrath replied in a flat tone.
"Certainly, how many do you want Mr…."
"How many do you have Mr. Harper and what is the price?" totally ignoring his try to fish his name.
"I have 18 and one will cost 5000 galleons. How many do you want? " Harper asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I want to see all of them then I will decide." Wrath said plainly.
Harper nodded and snapped his finger twice. All of the elves were there. All looked in good health and dressed in relatively good shape. Wrath nodded and then asked
"Are they conditioned?"
Harper's eyes narrowed a little but he responded "They are totally obedient and don't need any sort of punishment for compliance."
A Ghost of smile appeared on Wrath's face. "Your competitors are selling at 4500."
"The elves of my competitors are broken and tortured, mine are at optimal health and loyal to death without any threat of punishment. The lowest I will go is 4750" He almost sneered in contempt at 'competitor' word but kept his face blank for the whole.
"I will take all. Come with me to Gringots. 90,000 galleons will be quite troublesome to carry just to pay you."
The man lost his entire composure at those words. His jaw was hanging open in shock as he breathed "All of…..Merlin …. But 90,000 according to 4750….."
"Your reward for not torturing the elves in your care." Wrath said with a trace of amusement in his voice because of Harper's state.
Harper got himself back under control "We should exchange the oaths for the security of transaction….."
"There is no need for oath. The elves will change the owner after I pay you." Then he paused "also the people who betray me tend to have a drastically short life expectancy." There was a trace of amusement in his tone again but this time it sent a slight chill down Harper's spine.
"Of… of course, let's leave for the bank."
~ Raven's Wrath ~
After waiting for his turn he faced the goblin in front of him with Harper.
"Blood and Profit, High Master Teller GrimHook of Hook clan." Harry greeted.
The goblin damn near toppled of his seat. The greeting was short and used in day to day meeting of goblin society but knowing that the last was clan name was known almost to no one else but goblins.
"Blood and Profit, honored customer. What can I do for you today?" The goblin relied in astonished voice.
"I want to convert Pounds to Galleons and transfer it to another account of one Timothy Harper." While pointing at Harper.
"The amount to be changed and transferred?" by now the goblin was again in complete professional state and was taking the notes to complete the necessary paperwork.
"Equivalent of 90,000 galleons"
'Well who knew that you could make a goblin wear the expression of fish out of water!' Harry thought amused.
"We don't accept checks or such." He replied after regaining his composure.
"Then we don't have anything to worry about. I have cash."
'Bingo! Wrath 2-0 goblins' Harry crooned at the reappearance of the look.
~ Raven's Wrath ~
After bonding with the elves Harry bought 10 cauldrons for making Blood Stones, 2 phoenix feathers, a few unicorn hairs, Manticore and Basilisk venom to make his permanent focus. After that he went and destroyed a BIG racket of human traffickers. It netted him 1 billion GBP in total with a wide range of weapons which were stored in the second leather pouch at that very moment and 57 live bodies for Blood Stones but it was more for the reason of principles. The police stations around the country were running like headless chickens to find the 'neighborhood raven'
'Ha those notes sure were good for their health' Harry thought sardonically. Wrath left the notes like them on all the places he liberated the girls from.
'Hmmm, now to initiate Dora into necromancy.' Harry thought as he apparated to Tonks's house.
There the whole family was sitting sipping tea while watching the evening news bulletin about the racket bust. Even the reporter's tone held a faint trace of amusement when he recited the wording of note and the state in which the police department of Dundee, Edinburgh, Glasgow, Bristol, Manchester and London were in the search of, the Flock, as the 'group' who liberated the girls was called.
Dora noticed him first and asked in an amused voice "'curtsy of your neighborhood raven' seriously?"
"Just seemed appropriate." Harry shrugged and smiled.
"Damn good job, Wrath." She skipped the entire length of room to engulf him in a hug.
"I aim to please, my lady." He responded while returning the hug.
When they separated they were still holding other's hand - last night they had decided not to hinder any feeling towards each other - when Harry asked, "Ready for your initiation in necromancy?"
Dora's reply reminded him of some overenthusiastic elves with her frantic nodding of head "Of course."
He looked up to Ted, "How did it go at Hogwarts?"
The smile that Ted wore faltered, "Made me want to throw up. They were all talking like that Dora was their only concern, and were trying stop me from removing her."
"Bah leave them aside. Are you ready to shift from here?"
That brought them up short and Andy protested, "But… but we have not done any packing for…."
Before they could get any more worried Harry called 3 elves, "Tippy, Mark, Petal"
"Yes Master" they replied in unison.
Mark was head elf for the ex-Harper elves.
"Pack and move all of the things in this house. Anything of use in kitchen here is to be used in the kitchens there. You know the Room for Dora and the room for Andy and Ted, shift their belongings there. Rest is to be put in stasis, shrunken in store room. Also how is the process of making Blood Stone going?"
Tippy answered, "That be going well master. 10 of my elves be overseeing the process. They all be done at in 3 days."
Harry nodded "Good job, tell them to take rest when needed. Start the task here."
They all nodded popped away. Before Harry or anyone could say anything the drawing room was bare, leaving Tonks family gapping at the sight.
"How many elves do you have?" Andy asked stunned.
"66" Harry replied simply.
"66… Merlin!" Dora breathed while the other two looked equally out of breath.
"How much did you spent on them?" Ted asked, his voice was filled with exasperation.
"Close to a Million pounds including all the duties and taxes."
"That cheap!" Andy almost yelled in incredulity.
"I bought only 18 of them for 50,000 GBP each. For the rest I found that they were tortured for 'conditioning'," He sneered at that word, "So with an Imperio I transferred the ownership and then asked the elves to return the favor of 'conditioning' to their owners." He finished with a smile.
All three shivered at the end of shopkeeper, Andy, more so than others. She knew Kreature and knew first hand that even elves had a sadistic streak mile wide.
Harry now looked at Dora, "Do you have the ashes ready?"
She just nodded.
Harry gave a satisfied nod, "Then let's move. Listen carefully Hadrian James Potter Ravenswrath can be found in the Retreat in Yorkshire." He then held out a simple rope for all of them to touch. They all understood the rope for what it was.
~ Raven's Wrath ~
Half an hour later all of the four were standing in the, what was now dubbed as ritual room. That room was cleaned to hell and back, from cleaning spell to elfin magic to bloody acid. Dora had drawn a big circle containing the 4 sigils inside them.
To Andy they were both beautiful and terrifying at the same time.
"You have learned the oath?" Harry asked to Dora.
A nod was her only response. She was far too nervous for responding verbally.
"Dora, breathe. Don't be nervous. It is just the declaration. Even if you mess it there won't be any side-effect. Just you will have to try again." he assured her.
Nodding again Dora took a deep fortifying breathe then slashed her palm with the bejeweled K-Bar focus of Harry. As soon as the blood welled up she sprinkled it on the sigils made by ashes. She tossed the knife to Harry and started intoning "By blood, ash and blessing of mine Master I swear mine life to this path."
As soon as Dora competed the first line of declaration Harry slashed his palm and sprinkled his blood into the circle, on the ashes and sigils before healing his wound while Dora continued "I accept the gift of mine art and the burden of mine art's duty. I accept the gift to give motion to the motionless and the duty to bring rest to the restless. This I do so swear to do by mine blood, his Blessing and this gift!"
After a second of wait that had Dora thinking that she had failed, the circle shimmered and the sigils she had drawn in her blood ignited in a mix of red and black flames. She fell onto her knees due to the pain that was coursing through her veins. She felt like her bones are being crushed in to a paste before they were restructured. She bit back a scream.
On the other side her parents were worried at the display. It was as awe-inspiring as it was terrifying. When Dora feel on her knees Ted it to get her but was stopped by Harry from entering the circle.
After thirty seconds of terrifying display and un-ending agony on the part of Dora, the light finally faded away and Harry was first to reach to Dora. He held her by her shoulders and supported her to stand up. As soon as she stood up, he supported her by waist by one hand and poured a few drops of blood his blood in her mouth. (He had cut his palm already in anticipation)
'Mmmmmm, it tastes better than chocolate.' Dora almost moaned out loud.
"Yes, it tastes good now, doesn't it?" Harry asked with a knowing smile.
Dora nodded delicately. Her pupils were dilated and eyes were half-lidded due to the pleasure she was experiencing as a result of drinking extremely magically potent blood.
"Why do I feel so drained?" she asked in a hushed whispered.
"The declaration is always draining. It restructured your body. You need rest." he responded while he picked her up in bridal style. He gave Ted and Andy a nod that he will talk to them later as he moved out of the room towards Dora's room. Dora just snuggled deeper in to his chest while he carried her to her room.
By the time Harry put comforters on her she was already fast asleep.
Just out of her room her parents were standing with lines of worry etched on their faces.
"Don't worry. She is just exhausted, by morning she will be right as rain or even better. Let's take this to drawing room." he said softly. They both nodded and the trio left for drawing room.
~ Raven's Wrath ~
It has been 4 days since the Declaration ritual. The routine was that after breakfast Dora will gear bout the ritual she will perform that day under Harry's instructions in evening from what was dubbed as The Book. It was actually a compiled semi-sentient version of all of the necromantic knowledge of Harry with all of the prerequisites required for any ritual. It would not show anyone its knowledge but who had permission from Harry and even then only to the portion within their capabilities and till where Harry had permitted. The whole day Andy or Ted or Harry will teach her various subjects while giving her enough time to read about the ritual in depth from the notes.
Harry would generally go on Intel gathering session. Under the standard set of secrecy spell he had visited Interpole HQ to find the Russian drug big fish and their info on them. He had also taken quite few visits to magical Russia to see the condition and see get the feel of the resistance movement there. Suffice to say that the condition of new-bloods and un-influential Half-bloods were very bad and the resistance movement were far wide and varied to be effective.
At this moment he was just resting watching the news with the rest of the family. He did all he can to be aware of the current affairs of the world in case any of them were useful in his quest.
'Legilimecy is sodding useful in info gathering and slight compulsion can do wonders!' Harry snorted remembering the Interpole accident. An inspector and his assistant were taking bribe from an Italian Mafia to keep his crimes low and whereabouts unknown. While Harry had the inspector not update the info, the incident of that particular inspector watching child pornography while at work and accidently getting caught was rather hilarious in his mind. He took the info about the mafia and filed it for later use.
"The Iraqi conflict is getting too out of hand" Ted commented at the latest update on the conflict in Middle East.
"This is going to end when Saddam Husain will get captured not any single day earlier. They can have a pause but war will with end with Saddam." Andy shook her head.
Suddenly the news started flashing about the latest earthquake in Middle East and how it destroyed many cities under its influence.
They all just shook their heads in sorrow about waste of human lives and prayed to the goddess for the peace for the souls of the departed. They were all idly toying with popcorns provided by the elves when Harry sat up ram rod straight with a jolt from his position where Tonks was cuddling to his side.
The decision to remove any hesitation did wonders to their relationship. They knew they were meant to be together, were compatible to each other and hence all of the annoying bullshit of testing waters and compatibility went into drain and their relationship evolved at an astounding pace. In the evening it was a common sight to see both of them cuddling to each other or strolling or swimming.
"Did you feel that?" He asked to Dora, urgency was flowing in his voice.
"But what is it?", Dora nodded, her featured had a tinge of fear for the implication of sudden feeling of dread and helplessness passing through her.
"One of our mate's is in life or death situation." Without further ado his own shadow engulfed him while his magic guided him towards his second mate.
As soon as he reached the location he poked a little of his head out from his shadow to find out about the situation. It was a very good thing as going in with proverbial guns ablaze and barging would not have done him any good. Inside the remains of what would have been a fully fledged office there a girl probably of Dora's age huddled in the corner crying and shouting for help while remains of 3 men and a woman were crushed under the rubbles of the offices and what looked like several floors above it. There was no indication that the room - or building evidently - was assaulted. No telltale smell of explosive or temperature hiked in any localised region. He concluded that he was in Middle East.
Harry firstly vanished a part of the slab of concrete just above his head and made enough space to crouch down. Now that he could see the room he decided that the best strategy to get the girl out was to use her own shadow travel there, stun her and pull her into the shadow to transport to some safe location.
He did the same. Harry submerged himself into the shadows and travelled to the girl's shadow there he just poked his hand out of it, stunned her with a wandless stunning charm and dragged her into the shadows.
~ Raven's Wrath ~
Harry was at this very movement in a garden under a tree where he had pulled the as of yet unnamed girl from that ruined building. Harry had already checked her for injuries and there were very few of them and even those could be easily healed.
'Do I try to talk her here and reason with her in her hysterical state or leave that when all of us are there.' Harry pondered. In the end the choice was simple. Between trying to reason a hysterical girl, in the middle of a public park, in the middle of a crisis where anyone could hear them and in security of home, he will chose home 9 out of 10 times. He enervated her but before she could say something
"imperio, keep quite. Listen to me very, very carefully and intently Hadrian James Potter Ravenswrath can be found in the Retreat in Yorkshire. Go to sleep." As soon as he finished the sentence the girl was fast asleep. The shadows again engulfed them again.
~ Raven's Wrath ~
As soon as he reappeared in the drawing room "Mark!"
"Yes master Harry" Mark appeared looking slightly deshelved in hurry to attend his master at the urgency in his master's voice.
"Get the room next of Dora's ready quickly. She is your second mistress and she is hurt." As soon as he finished it Mark disappeared and he made his way towards the said room while carrying the girl. Tonks family silently trailed behind him not knowing what to do to help the girl that Harry had brought with him.
After laying the girl on the bed Harry summoned the healing white flame and started to heal the superficial wounds the girl had. He had heard gasps when he started to apply the flames but in the end paid no mind. At this minute his mind was full with rumble of how to get the girl talking and to get her accept that her parents had died.
'Damn! This is a fucking mess!' he tried to think what to do next. He was a warrior, mental healing and therapy was not his kind of shit. The only training he had was in regards to how to treat the trauma of gruelling training; which can be filtered into one line - suck it up soldier, stiffen up that upper lip! Otherwise in second case it was to use death of a loved one in war as motivation to fight. 'This is so not my kind of shit. Thank Great Mother, Andy, is here otherwise I definitely would have been buggered.'
The girl who caused the whole shit storm was innocently sleeping due to Imperius curse.
"Andy, in your healer training you were trained to deal with emotional trauma, Right?" Harry all but pleaded her to say yes.
~ Raven's Wrath ~
Andromeda Tonks was confused.
But she had accepted that it was now going to be a common thing in her life. When you had a future son-in-law who was all but a few steps below a deity it was to be expected.
When Harry all but jumped with concern clearly etched on his face she feared for the worst that You-know-Who had somehow gained a body with even more power and was on to them. Irrational, yes but then again afraid mind is not known to make a good decision and reasoning.
After hearing that her fears were unfounded she did not knew what to feel. On the one had they were safe but on the other a future sister wife of her daughter was in mortal danger. This was what she was confused her the most. Be happy for one less competition for Dora for affection of her mate? Be sad for the poor girl in danger?
When Harry returned with the girl in his arms she could not help it. Her heart went out for the girl. There were numerous scratches on girl's body. She feared for the worst again that the girl had been violated but a look on Harry's face and she released a sigh of relief. She knew that if that was the case the expression on Harry's face would have been of world destroying fury and rage instead of the concern and urgency.
The girl in the question in her opinion was gorgeous and totally beautiful. Her coffee coloured body, the hint of curves, aristocratic cheekbone and oddly enough pearly white hair made her astoundingly beautiful and pretty for her age. She was willing to wager that the girl would cause super models and actresses weep with envy when she was done growing.
When Harry started to apply a white flame on girl's wound she would be first admit that she was freaked out of her wits. When she saw a flame of all things to heal the cuts on skin she thought sardonically 'why the hell am I surprised anymore? That guy just travelled through a freaking shadow.'
At this moment though she got something that she thought she would never hear from Harry's mouth: acceptance that he was not all knowing and a complete Mary Sue.
"Yes, I was but what happened to her? She looked a building collapsed on her or something."
"She was in Egypt most probably. The room I rescued her from had many dead bodies, both male and female. If I am correct, she just lost both of her parents."
She and the other two Tonks winced at this. Realisation drawn on them at what had happened and what the girl will most likely feel.
"She is under sleeping charm?"
"No, imperious." Before she could even protest Harry held up his hand "I had to give her the secret and in the state she was in it would have been all but impossible to do it without attracting any unnecessary attention without imperious."
Andy nodded in satisfaction at the explanation. "Remove it and please cast the translation charm on us." She told Harry while taking a seat near the bed.
Harry nodded and followed as she said then went to stand near Dora with an arm around her shoulder.
~Raven's Wrath ~
'Ahhh, my head! Too much light!' Ororo growled to herself. With beady eyes, that took a monumental effort open, she woke up and looked around. What she saw scared her completely witless. She was not in her dad's office like she thought. Neither was she in her home or in presence of any person she knew.
In front of her were a women who had kind and concerned expression on her face, a man standing in the corner of the room with a grim look, a tall handsome boy who had his arm around a pretty girl with weird pink hairs they both had grim expression.
While she was concerned if not outright fearful, she, for the life of her, could not figure out why she was feeling safe in the present company. Moreover she could not understand why she was feeling protected and loved whenever she looked at the boy.
"Who are you, madam and where are my mother and father?" Ororo tried to ask in her most polite tone but her worry and fear seeped in her tone.
"Don't worry, we won't harm you. I am Andromeda Tonks. I am a healer. The man over there is my husband Ted, the kids over there are Harry and Dora. For your parents, where is your home?" Andromeda said in as much caring voice as she could muster, which was quite a lot.
"Noubar Street." She was still quite wary of the women.
"Where?"
"Uh just 2 blocks from US Embassy." Now she was a little confusion to go with the healthy dose of fear. Who the hell lived in Cairo and did not knew Noubar Street?
"City?"
"Cairo? Why, isn't that where we are?" Now she was even more cagey and the ice in her stomach grew exponentially.
"Damn!"Andy swore softly the looked towards Harry who just gave a resigned nod. She decided to go for the direct kill. "Child, where were you according to your last memory?"
"With my mother and father in my father's office. Can somebody please tell me what is going on? Where are my parents and for that matter where am I?"
"Miss?"
"Ororo, Ororo Munroe."
Andy braced herself and she started slowly, "Miss Munroe, you are currently in Yorkshire, United Kingdom..."
"What? Who are you and why have you brought me here? My... My Father is the ambassador of Egypt! He... He will..."
Her frantic and scared rambling and threats were cut off by Andromeda "Miss. Munore, please calm down, we mean you no harm. Earlier today Cairo suffered from a massive earthquake. According to the condition we found you in, we think your parents are dead."
Ororo's eyes harden at this answer "What! Just a second. It takes about 8 hours from Egypt to UK and even then where the hell did you get my passport and other Documents to bring me here? Madam, Please send me to my father's care or it will end up very badly for you."
Andy had to give it to the girl, she had balls - big brass ones. To face your assumed kidnappers in this way while trying to maintain the statues of secrecy needed sheer amount of guts.
"Miss. Munroe, you don't need to hide it from us, we are in the know."
"Hide what?!"
"Magic, Magical community. I am a witch too."
"Madam, with all due respect, what magic what magical community? Are you insane?"
Now this time Andy and everyone else had eyes of the size of tennis balls at that declaration.
"You mean that you do not know about magic or magical community. You never went to school, never had any weird un-explainable accident? How old are you?"
"I am 13 and what is this all you are talking about?" By this time Ororo was frustrated. She did not know what to think of the people she was with. Were they all insane or was it a plot for something she could not fathom.
Andy snapped her head towards Harry, "Harry, how is it all possible? If she is the one How come she does not know about it?"
"She is magical. I can feel power coming off from her in waves just like it is with Dora. Let me check what the real matter is." Harry responded with a confused expression then closed his eyes. He projected his consciousness and a small burst of magic forward towards Ororo. It was a technique used to find out the type of magic in a given space. What he found left him stunned.
"Damn." He swore softly, "She does not knows about magic because she is not exactly a witch." Upon getting confused expression he elaborated, "She is a pure elemental. They are the beings who are blessed by certain god or goddess to be able to wield a certain type of element and magic related to it. An Avatar if you will. They cannot cast normal spells unless and until the spell are linked to their elements. "
He nodded towards Ororo, "She is blessed by Goddess Anu or as one of her more commonly known form Gaia, by her blessing Ororo is a storm elemental. She will be able to control weather and will be able to cast lightning, water, air and earth based spells. Also she is not yet 13. Not completely. The elementals come to their power at their 13th birthday. Also before you doubt my explanation about magic" he stared at Ororo then swiftly pulled out his bejewelled gold focus cum (please don't spam the review box about cum, its literal English meaning is 'also with but in smaller portion of') knife and conjured a bird, "this is you proof."
Ororo sat there stunned at the feat before "That means...if what you say is...my parents..."
Reality of the situation and their explanation now struck Ororo. She started crying. Andy engulfed the crying girl into hug whispering sweet nothings into her ear.
After good 15 minutes she remained her composer a little, "how did you find me?"
Andy winced at that question as knowing how much dangerous this particular territory of water is. She decided to take a leaf out of Harry's act when he convinced her family of the situation.
"Miss. Munroe I am going to give an oath of veracity to you. While under it I can only speak truth, even delusions will be blocked. Remember this oath is backed by magic. I, Andromeda Durrell Tonks, swear the oath of veracity for next one hour. So I say, so mote it be."
There was a flash of light signifying the acceptance of the oath and leaving Ororo pretty much confused again.
"Ororo, when a wizard or witch is sufficiently powerful, his or her magic constantly searches for the opposite gender whose magic is compatible with his or her own. It is called a mate bond. The glitch in this however is that, if a Witch or Wizard is too powerful, his or her magic will seek out more than one mate for balance."
"Ok but what does it has to do with me?"
"Ororo, you will have to understand that magic, pretty much like everything, wants survival more than anything else."
When Andy saw Ororo nodding acceptance she continued, "When the building you were in collapsed due to earthquake, your magic send out uhh…a distress signal of sorts to get help." Ororo again nodded in understanding "Now as you can understand the message will be felt by those who are most in tune with you magic. Harry and Dora heard it. Harry rescued you from the rubble."
Now Ororo's eyes were as large as saucers, "that will mean... mean I am now married to him and a girl!..."
"No, you are not married." Andy held up a hand to forestall the argument and explained, "What you have at this moment is called a latent mate bond. It can be broken but. But if the bond is broken you will feel uneasy all the time. You will be short-tempered, paranoid. While you can love others, it will be hollow and your heart will not be fully into it. As for another she will be your sister wife if you accept the bond. Don't worry you have years before you need to decide."
Ororo nodded a bit, "The...the bo..body of my parents..."
Harry took this portion, "Sorry, I was not able to recover their bodies. You had literally the luck of Gods. The situation you were in, even most Wizards would have found it impossible to rescue you. The corner you were huddled in was the only area that did not had a few tons of concrete above it. Vanishing any portion of fallen concrete to recover their bodies would likely have had caused the rest of the structure to fall upon you or me. In a few days after the rubble is cleared I will recover their bodies and we can give them the last respect."
She nodded in understanding. She did not like it but it was most sensible thing for his point which she had to concede.
Harry knew she needed sometime alone or at least not in his company so he called Mark, "Mark!"
"Yes my lord."
The arrival of the house elf caused Ororo to jerk in surprise even more so at what she heard next from the boy, "Mark, assign an elf to Ororo. She or he is to attend to her every need."
"It will be done my lord. Circa will see to Mistress Ororo's all need."
Harry turned to her, "just call Circa when you need anything. Even if you are feeling like you want to talk to one of us, tell her, she will fetch us. Circa!"
The lady elf appeared, "Yes my lord."
"I take it that you know of your new responsibility?"
"Yes, my lord." Before turning to Ororo bowing, "If Mistress be needing anything please call for, Circa."
"I will take my leave now. Please rest." Harry said before leaving.
Ororo Looked towards Andromeda for explanation.
"Sorry, Harry, is not really comfortable in this type of situation. He is good in war and all but this kind of situation not his type of thing." Andy explained with a sigh.
Dora joined her mum in talking to the girl to help her in this time while Ted took his leave too.
~ Raven's Wrath ~
Harry was currently outside the infamous Azkaban under very heavy secrecy and shielding spells. His primary objective; gain the allegiance of Dementors.
Past week was hectic for him to say the least. While Ororo was settling in with them there were signs of mental trauma from the death of her parents. He and others tried to help her as much as they could but it was a lot to take in.
Apart from her, he destroyed a weapons smuggler and took all their weapons to equip his future army. He was proud to say that he can comfortably equip an army of around 15000 with a gun on each person.
But coming back to the moment, as soon as he was inside the wards he casted a very powerful wide area sleeping charm, followed by a bubblehead on himself and conjuring 25 kg of sleeping gas and releasing it in the surrounding area. After 15 minutes of waiting for the gas and charm to do their jobs he entered the prison unimpeded.
He met his first Dementor on earth as soon as he reached the high security wing. Before the Dementor could cover even a quarter of the distance between them, a mighty wolf patronous - curtsey of a wave of Harry's hand - appeared between them impeding Dementor's path.
"I want to meet your leader." Harry projected in the astral plane so that he could communicate with the being before him while unleashing his aura of necromantic magic.
A little know fact about Dementors was that while they were not subservient to necromancers, they would at least listen to them and be amenable to minor requests. It was because of the fact that the true necromancers are able to wield black and sometimes silver flames, one of the few things that could kill a Dementors. Conversely they could over-power a common true necromancer by the weight of sheer numbers so there was an unwritten truce between both parties.
The Dementor visibly faltered then nodded and started to float away. Taking it as his clue to follow it Harry went ahead behind it. On the way he found something interesting, a powerful witch with submissive magic. It was almost an anomaly. In magical world things were bit primal because magic was a bit primal and people with powerful magic were almost by rule a dominant. Filing it for later he continued on his path.
Upon arrival he saw 3 Dementors. For naked eye all Dementors are same but there hierarchy was decided by their aura; the more powerful the aura the higher the rank. In front of him were the ones with the strongest auras.
Harry bowed slightly and projected "Well met, Dread Lord."
The Dementors 'eyed' him curiously and replied, "Well met, young Necromancer. What brings you here?"
"You and your brethrens. I want you all as my loyal servants."
Before the Dementors could even properly register the words Harry formed a protective barrier of a layer of black and silver fire each around himself before his left arm sent a crimson bolt of magic. The bolt struck the least powerful of the trio; it ripped the space time is general area and engulfed the Dementor whole.
As the other 2 started to retreat to get some distance between themselves and the Necromancer a ring of silver fire appeared and enclosed them with the said necromancer.
Harry again started projecting, "Your brother there has just been transported to a pocket dimension of my making. There is no return from there. Oh, did I forgot to mention the dimension survives on the magic of its residents? Yeah, your friend there will cease to exist in a few years because of utter magical exhaustion."
Can Dementors feel dread? Apparently so, at least that's was what Harry was feeling in their auras. For the first time in their existence these Dementors were feeling the true meaning of dread, the same thing that they spread like confetti.
Harry speared on to his advantage, "So, Starvation or subservience?"
Half an hour later He was proud to say he had the allegiance of all the Dementors in the world.
The Necroamncer then set out to meet the anomaly. A few minutes later he was outside of the cell of one Bellatrix Lestrange.
A wave of his hand opened the cell door, another woke up the sleeping women.
~Raven's Wrath ~
Bellatrix LeStrange opened her eyes groggily form what she would describe the best sleep she had for in last 6 year. What she saw caused her to regain her bearings in a snap second. There was a man with his face obscured with hood of his robe standing in front of her cell door – open cell door. She never had any visitor that had balls enough to visit her inside her cell. Oh, don't mistake it for that she didn't had any visitors. She had plenty of those who hadn't to curse her, verbally that is – to curse her magically they would have to enter her cell. Not even the aurors were ballsy enough for that. She was that feared. But there she was with a visitor inside her cell.
"Back to the land of living are we? Good Evening Madam Lestrange." The amused voice greeted her.
"Good evening. Who are you?" she asked politely. Psychotic she might be but 6 years of isolation with nothing to listen but curses and screams of mad inmates' caused her to appreciate any civil and friendly conversation that she had. That was added to the fact that the mere thought of attacking the visitor gave her chills.
"Me? Humm... we are cousin and future in-laws."
"Cousin?" she intoned curiously "I only have Sirius and Regulas as cousins. One is dead and other has his head far too much in Potter's arse to care about me. Not that he has enough guts to meet me here."
"All will be explained but before it, tell me Bellatrix. I can call you Bellatrix right? Tell me did you really followed Voldemort because you believed in Pureblood supremacy or was it because you believed in Voldemort, your magic urged you to follow a powerful figure?"
"Both things are the same!" she snapped.
"I don't like being lied to, Bellatrix" his tone was chiding but the magical pressure in the cell increased a few notches. Her breathing became laboured. It was same as being in the presence of an angry Dark lord but much worse.
Her mouth spoke the without a thought, her magic submitting to the powerful wizard in front of her, "Because he was a powerful figure." She replied meekly. "Because my family believed in pureblood supremacy. Because they won't allow me to follow Dumbledore. Because I like to kill but the light would not have allowed me to kill! Because they all denied what I wanted." Her voice was rising steadily, the last being said in a yell of frustration.
"And so you followed a psychotic Dark Wizard. Understandable. Now that you yourself have admitted the truth tell me this. Will you follow me? Will you follow me on a path where there are plenty to kill and torture but you will fight for the muggleborns? Where you will gain power that only the common sheep of wizarding world only dream of having. A path of conquest and blood. A path that will give your all you want; Violence, death, freedom, family. Will you Bellatrix?" his aura unruffled bathing the cell with silver, red, white and black light.
She was in rapture. A Power so intoxicating promising to give her all she wanted. She rightly did not care about who she killed. What she did cared about was that she killed. The Promise of power, freedom, family and violence was too much for her to refuse.
"Yes! Yes, I will." She screamed in ecstasy.
"Good. Rise and come with me."
As she stood to follow her new lord she saw a Dementor an intrinsically a step back but could watch in awe as the Dementor bowed to her lord, they never even bowed to the Dark lord.
After a few seconds it bowed again and left. A wave of her lord's hand and all cell doors opened. This confused her was he going to free others too? She knew not many will follow him. They all firmly believed in the pureblood supremacy.
Seeing her confused expression he replied, "Voldemort will be our enemy and the only sensible gift for an enemy is denial of resources."
Another wave of his hand and she felt a wave of magic pass through her and all of the occupants of the cell of her wing were awake but before any of them could even think of escaping they were all pounced by Dementors. Their scream of pain gave her a near orgasmic pleasure.
"Let's leave."
~ Raven's Wrath~
It has been 3 days since the visit of Azkaban. The reunion of Black sister was weird. Suspicion and anger was common on both front but after a full explanation the things went to somewhat amenable between them.
Bellatrix was shocked to find the identity of Harry but all of that was shoved aside in the face of the utterly delight that of Harry's plan to conquer Russia and the removal of her dark mark.
The wizarding was in uproar. All of the inmates of high security wing of Azkaban Kissed, Dementors deserting Azkaban, the most feared witch in country escaping Azkaban; people were living in utter fear. All of the aurors on duty in Azkaban that night were sacked. There were constant auror patrols to find Bellatrix. News outlets – both mundane and magical – were plastered with the news of her escape and wanted posters.
At this moment the family was at Heathrow airport presenting their conjured Passports and visas to board a flight to St. Petersburgs. Bellatrix was currently a heavy glamour.
A/N2: Before you all chew me on the fact that Harry is OP He won't use much of his true powers till we later and the conquest of Russia will be done How Dumbledore or Voldemort could have accomplished if they had used their mind.
Secondly before you all lynch me for a good Bellatrix re-read the chapter. She is psychotic. Her only aim is to kill and torture. She is a submissive that will do what the biggest stick in the area will say as long as she get her fill of her violence.