296I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY OF ITS ORIGINAL CHARACTERS, ONLY MY OCS AND THE SITUATIONS I PUT THEM IN. WARNING: There will be cussing, lemons, and violence. (Also, someone said I should put please don't steal. Didn't think I needed to, but ok. Please don't steal my stories.)
Some characters may seem OOC at some points at different times in the story, but I hope I explain that in the story when the time comes. Some things happen pretty fast at first (like certain relationships or legal stuff), but again I try to explain it. Some people may go back and forth at times, but I'll explain it! You get the idea. Spelling and grammar errors, I recheck constantly, so sorry if some slip by. Some character bashing in the beginning and for a little while, but that doesn't mean it will last the whole story. I don't hate certain characters though it may seem like that at times. Reviews are appreciated, but no hate please. If you don't like for whatever reason, just please don't read. THIS IS A WARNING. Though I will put a warning at the beginning of the chapter if needed. I do not condone all of these things, but my mind can be really fucked up, I apologize now. So, I am mixing both movie and book. Though I will try to make a good blend between the two. Grammar is rechecked regularly. If you see a mistake, please just ignore it. I'll get to it, promise. Big thank you to everyone who reviewed, followed, and/or favorited after stories were closed. You guys rock! Now, I know I was going to write another twin story, but as many of you know, that's changed a bit. That story is still in progress, promise. I just haven't been able to motivate myself on it and I believe those characters deserve my full attention and enthusiasm. Next Bedlam story will be the Hobbit though, so if you were looking forward to then don't worry. For this story here… Well, I've been dabbling in darker and darker things. This is my 'ease in' darker story I guess you could say. I hope you like it as much as me. Lastly, though there will be parts where certain characters seem all powerful or knowing, or that things happen too quickly, don't worry. That will be addressed. It's not going to be a total crack fic where everything is just smooth sailings and overly easy. Oh, obviously the last book didn't happen. Thanks for reading this long AN, enjoy!
Chapter 1: Shadows of Who We Once Were.
The prisoner shook as a haunting and malice-filled cackle rang down the stone halls and into the cells.
He cowered against the cold wall, chains rubbing his already bruised and bloody wrists raw.
He shook his shaggy dirty head as he prayed over and over silently that they weren't coming for him.
But he knew they were.
They always were.
It hadn't always been like this…they were definitely not always like this. So much had changed over fifteen years.
Fifteen long painful, dark years.
War had changed them all.
It certainly changed him, but it had completely revamped them.
They had been amazing in their day, standing above the rest. He could admit that now. But after everything they went through, after almost losing everything they had finally cracked.
He was ashamed to admit that he had a hand in their tainting.
They lost their minds. They lost their humanity.
They gained power.
They became Gods.
"Draco" a voice called out in a sing song voice. "Did you miss us?" said the sweet, demented voice as the beautiful and outrageous curls of what once was Hermione Granger came into view as his door opened.
She was now Lady Hermione Potter.
Hermione stood in front of the other two figures. All three made his shakes renew as a whimper attempted to work its way up his throat.
"I don't think he's happy to see us" came the deep man's voice as his emerald gaze seemed to glow in the darkness, piercing Draco's very soul.
"I'm hurt" came the other sultry feminine voice. "I thought we were so close" she taunted. Her own mismatched green and amber eyes mocked him as Hermione cackled again.
"Can I play with him Harry" Hermione pleaded in a baby voice.
It made the beaten down blonde flinch as he was reminded of his Aunt Bella. That was before Draco remembered what Hermione and Neville Longbottom had done to the now dead Lestrange.
That image was burned into his mind forever.
"He's all yours Love" Harry answered as he stepped further in with a smirk on his pale face, black hair as inky and unruly as ever. "Save some for Vivian though" he added and the other woman gave a wicked smile.
It would have been breathtakingly beautiful if Draco didn't know what she was capable of.
He wanted to be happy that the rest of their group wasn't there.
Harry's inner circle. The Death Knights as they were called to match his title of Lord Master of Death.
However, he knew not to let his guard down around any of them. Even if he had nothing left to lose.
"I like playing with Draco, he's my favorite chew toy" Vivian laughed as she flashed her elongated canines.
Hermione cackled next to her.
'Greyback would have been jealous' Draco thought. 'She's come further in transforming without a moon than he ever had. She's even able to retain her human state of mind and body…somewhat. It's probably why she was able to kill him after what he did to Lupin' he thought with a flinch.
He remembered a younger version of the woman and how the werewolf ex-professor had saved her before taking her under his wing.
'Of course, so had that Godfather blood traitor of Potter's, Sirius Black, but we didn't know about that then either' Draco's mind reminded him. 'There was so much we didn't know'.
That was before Black's death and the Death Eaters had killed Lupin, Lupin's wife Tonks, and their child.
He wondered if it was their death, Black's, or a mixture of it all that finally sent the golden boy and others down this dark path. The path that led Harry into becoming the greatest and most feared dark lord the magical world had ever seen with the others as his terrifying followers, extensions of himself. They each were almost of equal power. It was terrifying yet awe inspiring.
Draco had to admit that there was plenty more bloodshed after that which easily could have pushed each of them over the edge.
'Voldemort never stood a chance' Draco thought bitterly as he remembered his old master.
"Pay attention!" Hermione screamed before hitting him with a curse.
His cheek spit open before healing itself slowly.
She had long forgone using her wand or having to say the incantations.
As her madness and dedication to Harry grew, so did her power and unlimited knowledge.
Draco gave a silent scream as he was doubled over with pain as it felt as if she had taken a hot poker to his stomach and twisted his guts around.
He knew how it felt since she favored muggle tools as well.
"Why don't you tell us you're sorry" Hermione taunted making Harry chuckle as Vivian smiled smugly.
"Why don't you tell us how you had no choice? It was your family or the world?" the brunette continued. "How you just had to damn everyone?" she asked and he tried to stare blankly at the concrete floor as his barely covered and malnutritional body shook.
"Lie to us Draco. Tell us how you didn't really want to kill Susan Bones. Hannah Abbot. How you didn't mean to rape and murder Cho Chang or Astoria Greengrass. How you were forced to kill GINNY!" she screamed the last bit hitting him with another curse making his arm snap at an unnatural angle.
"Come on Draco" the dark-haired beauty known as Vivian cooed as it looked like moonlight bounced off her pale skin. It made past scars on her neck shine like the silver that caused them.
He looked at her, eyes begging for mercy that he knew she didn't possess anymore.
She was tall, thin with muscles and curves that had once caught his attention when they were growing up.
She was beautiful, there was no denying that. Even now with her lycanthropy bleeding into her human form more and more each day as one eye appeared more amber and stretched unnaturally in contrast to the other big, bewitching forest green that was framed by thick, long black lashes.
Neither of her pupils looked human any longer.
Her sharp top and bottom canines and nails had elongated frighteningly noticeably. Even her body had taken on a stronger, almost hairless wolf like shape and movements.
It was as if she was only one move away from truly starting the transformation.
Draco thought it was almost painful to look at her at times. Yet, he also wondered if she was in pain.
She didn't have a stone face like Longbottom, but Draco thought that was because Vivian embraced the pain.
It was almost as if she loved it as much as she gave it.
Longbottom appeared to tune everything out. Draco wondered if he could still feel after everything he'd been through. Everything he'd done.
The blonde whimpered silently at the thoughts running through his head.
"You don't plead anymore" Vivian almost pouted her purple tinted mouth that had the permanent silver hoop in her lip that he knew was his Aunt and Greyback's doing when she had been captured before Voldemort's defeat.
They had tried to tag her, like a dog.
She shook her head lightly, dark slightly wavy midnight black hair that ended in a blunt angle cut above her shoulders swayed.
He suspected that it had hurt, especially since it had been silver, if his memory was correct.
She no longer tried to find a way to get rid of it. Maybe she grew to like it, letting it add to her frightening image.
"Why don't you try to lie" Hermione added. Her tight dress showcased her own lovely curves as Harry chuckled and petted her head as she sat like an angry child.
"Even your Daddy lied better than you" Vivian snickered as her hands when to her tight pant clad hips as she stood tall next to Harry. "Had the sweetest screams too, like your Mummy" she taunted.
"They were fun" Harry added looking lost in thought as he licked his lips.
"Say something, anything. Call me a dirty mudblood and we won't hurt you ever again" Hermione promised while ignoring her comrades.
"Call Viv a lowly beast" she said annoyed making Vivian snicker.
He glared hatefully, unable to do much more.
"Take what you need Mione. I think he's going to be a stubborn prat" Harry said smirk widening when Draco shot him a teary glare.
"Fine" she sighed put out before flicking out a dagger and jabbing it into his arm.
As he called out, still not making a sound, she put some blood into a vial and Vivian's eyes fluttered closed as she inhaled deeply.
"Why don't we let you play?" Harry asked looking down at her slightly shorter form. She looked at him in excitement. "We'll tell Ron you'll be late" he said, and she turned her predatory gaze on Draco.
He knew it wasn't a full moon yet.
That never seemed to matter with Vivian.
"Ron will be jealous that the ferret is spending time with his woman" Hermione giggled like a child before snapping her mouth shut and looking at the jar in excitement.
Draco swore, for a moment he caught a glimpse of the Granger he had teased in school.
Full of life and up to something. Knowing something he would was out of the loop on.
"He'll live" Vivian said as she quickly stooped down to Draco's level making him quickly try to scramble back. "Don't be like that Draco. We've been through so much together" she tormented in seductive tones.
"Don't take too long. We still have…business" Harry said.
The old Draco would have been dying to know what the tarnished golden boy was up to. Just his tone suggested its importance.
The new Draco lived in this hell of a world. This shell of a man was more focused on Vivian's hungry look.
She wouldn't kill him, but that didn't mean she wouldn't take a few bites to sate her hunger for human flesh.
'She used to be so nice, so good. They all were' he thought briefly before she pretended to lung forward laughing at his fear.
"Come on Draco, talk to me. Say something, anything" she taunted as the other two left them alone with laughter as the heavy door closed and he caught the moans and cries of other prisoners.
Others like him.
"Come on" Vivian said with sadistic glee as he looked at her hopelessly. "Just one word, and it all stops" she cooed.
She knew what she had done to him. Why he wouldn't speak, couldn't speak. No matter what they did to him.
"It can't be that hard to talk without vocal cords" came the sinister chuckle.
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"How is the resistance in the West?" Ron Weasley asked Luna Lovegood as she stood next to Neville Longbottom.
"Smaller, but they're trying to appeal to Death Eaters that fled now" she told him. "The few left, anyway".
"Freedom for all indeed" Neville scoffed with the barest twitch of his upper lip.
War had changed them all, not just physically though that was the easiest to see if they were looked at now.
The most prominent outer changes besides Vivian were with Luna and Ron who had very apparent scars.
Ron had a long gash going down from the top of his left eyebrow to the bottom of his jaw. It had discolored his eye, though he could still see out of it thanks to Hermione and Luna.
He had another scar, in the shape of tentacles that were wrapped around his arm and neck.
Luna had two large cuts across her face. One going from her left ear to the corner of her mouth as the other went across the bridge of her nose adding a haunting look to her lovely face.
Luna and Hermione did grow into their looks, as most do.
Hermione had beautiful chocolate eyes and slightly tanned skin. Her hair was as crazy as ever, but Harry liked the long locks that way.
She had grown into her body, though she was curvier compared to Vivian's muscular hourglass form and the lithe Luna.
Her small button nose still scrunched up when in thought or when her lips, which were usually painted a deep brown or red, were stretched into a smile.
Luna's blue eyes still held a distant look as if she wasn't really seeing what was in front of her. She was pale, too much so.
Both her and Vivian looked almost the same shade as milk.
Luna's hair was still golden and long, swaying with every dainty step she took.
Though overall, there was a certain cloud of loss that seemed to follow her.
Neville had gained a lot of muscle mass. He was tall, about as tall as Ron, who had bulked up as well. Now however, Neville looked more like a bear of a man, beard and everything as he usually had a hard scowl on his handsome face.
Ron, despite the scar, was still very good looking. He was married to Vivian as Harry was to Hermione.
The ginger was tall and lean, strong. Blue and white gaze alert to all and every movement. Like Neville, his expression was usually hard though he could still be seen cracking a smile here and there.
Most of them didn't show much emotion, true emotion, outside of their shared fortress that was once known as Azkaban.
They used to live at Hogwarts, using it as their home base. That changed since 'winning' the war. They had then reopened it as a school.
Harry was much taller now having started to shoot up in height in his fifth year, though he was the shortest of the boys. Eyes as intense and capturing as ever. He was fit.
What was once from quidditch was now from fighting. And his magic… Everyone could practically feel the magic rolling off of him in frightening, intimidating waves.
There was a look on his handsome pale face though. Past the raven locks and superior smirk. It was something twisted in his eyes. Something broken.
Something dark.
It hadn't always been like that, but after watching almost everyone he cared for fall… A man could only take so much.
That's when Harry stopped being a mere man.
They all stopped.
There was a reason that even after all of this time they were still undefeated.
This didn't come without repercussions though. Most things as power never did.
Most lines became blurred as their paths became darker. As their rage and pain over the past grew, their anger soon tossed a twisted shadow on the present.
To the public eye, Harry James Potter 'the Boy Who Lived' was dead leaving only the Master of Death in his place.
Even so, the group still clung to a few decencies. No rape, no harming children and most nonhumans unless needed.
They had tried to hold onto no killing innocents. That died when they stopped being able to always tell the difference.
No matter what tactics were employed.
Deep within these battle-hardened warriors that made up the Death Knights were still the children they had once been.
Quieter now as time went on, but their old consciousnesses still wished and pleaded for a chance fix the holes within themselves.
To correct the past mistakes and injustices.
Those lost souls cried out with want to redeem themselves and save the loved ones and innocents that had fallen. To change things and stop themselves from completely becoming what they had hated so much in the beginning.
And now, there was a way!
After so much time, death and pain, there was a way!
Thanks to Hermione and Luna's brilliant minds and countless hours of research they now had a chance. The adults decided to listen to their younger halves… At least to an extent.
They found a way to fix things. To bring back the people they cared about and hopefully save themselves.
But they were going to do it their way, the intoxicating, exquisitely and admittedly somewhat diabolical way.
It was really all they knew anymore.
It was the only way they could see certain things going in their favor.
They no longer cared about ruling the world. Even if Neville and Luna debated that it was something they should still think on. The two didn't trust anyone else with the job to their standards.
Now the group's main priority was to lookout for themselves and a select few.
They had saved the world before and look where it landed them. Look at the hardships they had faced in doing so.
Not to mention those who still attempted to bring them down in the sake of 'the greater good'.
The phrase that they both hated the most yet implemented at so many turns.
As Ron had put it, 'Everyone else could go stuff themselves'.
Harry and Hermione strolled into the room drawing the others attention.
"Where's Vivian?" Ron asked. He knew that his wife could take care of herself, but that didn't stop the worry in his chest.
"She's playing with Draco before we go" Harry said and Ron relaxed. "We got it" he said as Hermione had Luna pull out a cauldron for her as Neville went to gather the rest of the hidden ingredients.
"It's really happening?" Ron asked lowly as he and Harry shared a look. "We'll have gone back and…they'll all be alive" he asked managing to keep his voice even.
"Yeah mate" Harry said, using the soft tone he only used around them. "Sirius, Remus, Tonks, Teddy, Hagrid, even Dobby and Hedwig" he said, "Your family" he knew what Ron was thinking of.
"Our family Harry" Ron said with a small smile.
"And this time, we won't lose them" Neville stated with no room for debate.
"Though I suspect that many of them will be stubborn and opposed to our change of attitude" he warned them. "That's why I think if we tell them anything, anything at all, it should only be Sirius and Remus".
It was an opinion he had expressed many times before.
He didn't think too many of the adults from their childhood could handle what they had done. What they were.
If anyone were to possibly understand, it would be Sirius and Remus due to their own history and love for the children.
"Definitely not Gran" he couldn't help mutter.
Ron nodded, "I don't think the others could handle it. Maybe the twins, but we'll cross that bridge if we ever come upon it" he shook his head.
"Sirius would believe anything you told him Harry. He's always been firmly in your camp. Remus might take some convincing, but between you, Sirius, and Vivian I think we can bring him around fairly quickly" he said with some thought.
"Even if it's just to keeping our secrets and staying with the Knights" Ron acknowledged. "I'm not sure if he could stomach some of the things we do. Then again…" he trailed off remembering his professor and what he too had become before his end.
"All we can do is tell him and play it from there. The next move would be his" the chess master finished.
Harry smirked as Neville chuckled lowly.
"He's always had a soft spot for you three, even though he won't know Vivian yet. I have a feeling it will be the same" Neville told him.
"Yes, I agree" Harry said before becoming serious. "That doesn't mean that they get off lightly" he said and the other two nodded.
"So, you're going to talk to them about why they weren't there for you growing up" Ron asked with some delicacy.
"I think it has to be done. We're supposed to be healing" Harry said with some distaste. "And" he let out a tired sigh that was borderline on pouty.
"Hermione thinks that's the proper way to start is to get everything out with them since they were the closest thing I had to fathers. She said that it will be hard but, hmmm". He couldn't even finish voicing the thoughts.
"She's right" Neville said simply.
"Hermione's always right" Ron couldn't help but tease, hands in the air when the brunette shot him a look from across the room.
"They can help us with everything" Neville continued seriously. "But even if they couldn't, I think she's right. The three of you are family and family may not always agree, but real family sticks together".
"Like us" Luna said quietly making some of them grin.
"Yes, like us" Hermione agreed distracted.
The blonde still looked at Neville. Slowly, his face softened ever so slight as he gave a small nod of his head.
The door opened and the last Knight walked in with blood on her tight black vest.
"What'd you do?" Luna asked curiously.
"Killed him" Vivian said with a blank stare making Ron move towards her.
"Are you alright Viv" he asked with concern.
"In his eyes" she said, trying to swallow.
"He's looked at us like that countless times" Hermione said, feeling concerned for her friend. She didn't understand. Vivian usually didn't let most things get to her.
"Not like this" Vivian said. "He looked at me…like I was Greyback" she said quietly. "Like it's finally happened".
Ron took her face in his big hands and made her lock her mismatched eyes with his own.
"Listen well Vivian Weasley" his deep, serious voice caught her. "You could never, and I mean never be like Greyback. He was a monster who preyed on helpless children. You've done some awful, terrible things, but you've never stooped that low" he punctuated.
His wife slowly grinned, eyes tearing.
"This is why I married you" she muttered as he kissed her. "You have a way with words" she teased.
"Emotional range of a teaspoon, eh Mione" Harry had to tease making Ron laugh as Hermione huffed though she was grinning lightly.
As Ron went over to help Hermione, Vivian moved closer to Harry.
After being rescued and spending a summer with him, Remus, and Sirius, the four had slowly become like a little family.
Over time the two lonely, family-less children came to consider each other siblings in all but blood.
He was the first to defend her, with Remus, when she hadn't gotten into Gryffindor but instead Slytherin. They had even defended her from herself.
Sirius had hugged her with words of how actions made a man, not their house.
"What's wrong" he asked lowly, knowing there was more.
"I just don't want Remus to be disgusted with me after he learns what I've done. I don't want Remus to look at me that way. Him or Sirius" she told him.
Harry looked at her and thought how it was a case of never judge a book by its cover.
"I don't want Sirius to feel that way either. I don't want either of them to hate us" he confided. "But we'll tell them…together. And we'll get through it together, like everything else" he assured.
Her lips twitched in a small smile.
"I mean" he said with a teasing grin making her roll her eyes. She swore, Harry was one of the sassiest smartasses she knew. "If you could knock some sense into Ron, you can do anything" he said making her snort.
"Ron's easy" Vivian said with her own smirk. "One taste of this" she said motioning to her attractive body, "And there was no turning back" she said making Harry laugh.
He jokingly made a disgusted face as she pushed his shoulder.
"Are you two quite done" Hermione asked in her old swotty tone. "We have a potion to make" she reminded.
"I can't believe we're going back" Luna said with a dreamy smile. "After we tie up loose ends, I'm going to find Daddy and give him a big hug" she excitedly told them.
"We're going to be better now" she offered getting nods of agreement.
They weren't sure if that was true, but they were more than willing to let Luna's words give them a small sense of hope.
"I can't wait, I wonder what those idiots are going to think when we get in and they can't even stop us" Vivian wondered out loud.
"I just want to clear his name; Sirius hates being stuck at home" Harry said catching onto what she meant.
"We'll have plenty of time to try Harry" Neville promised.
"And we won't listen to Dumbledore this time" Neville hissed making Harry almost growl at the name.
He had a lot of issues with his old 'mentor'.
"At least this time Sirius will be at Potter Manor and not Grimmauld Place" Vivian said, looking at Harry again. "What are we going to do about Kreature?" she wondered.
"Make him prove his loyalties" Hermione piped up. "If he fails, we kill him" a far stretch from her former views.
Harry used to be sad that this world had warped her so. 'But that's why we're going back. She'll get another chance. We all will' he told himself. He knew she would still technically be how she was now, but they were all on the brink of insanity at this point.
So, none of this seemed too impossible of a plan to him.
Most normal people didn't relish in torture, so he didn't mind. Harry didn't see a problem with her picking up some of her old views and still behaving like she was now.
It made perfect sense to his cracked mind.
This really proved how twisted their minds were at this point.
Believing that none of them needed mental help and that they could simply mold their old personalities, which they planned to basically overrule, with the ones they had now.
Such line of thinking spoke volumes about the group.
"When will it be done?" Neville asked.
"Since we've gotten everything" Hermione said, biting her bottom lip. "Two days" she told them.
"Gives us time to gather everything" Harry told them. "I want everyone to reread the journals just to make sure that we don't forget anything" he ordered.
"Luna, Mione, we'll leave you to it" he gestured.
"Where are you going?" Hermione asked with an excited glint in her eyes.
"Still have things to do Lovely. We can't get sloppy now or we might lose everything" he said making her frown.
"No sad faces, we'll have plenty of people to deal with when we arrive. You can play then" he swore making his love smile widely.
"Except then we'll have to remember not to get caught" Neville added.
"At least for a while" Ron put in and Hermione huffed as Luna giggled.
"Interesting" Neville added sharing a look with Luna.
"Don't worry pet" Vivian teased everyone. "It makes the game better when others don't know who's playing" she soothed causing the other girls to laugh.
"Vivian, Neville, come with me. Ron, check on Hogwarts. We're going deal with Seamus and the protesters he caught. Apparently, they didn't like my display in front of Gringotts" Harry cracked his neck.
Quickly, they all went to their assigned tasks.
Harry, Vivian, and Neville made it to Diagon Alley landing silently.
It was no longer as lively as it once was, now almost blending in with Knockturn Alley.
Many of the shops from their childhood were gone, but there were still people. It only looked abandoned upon first glance.
Harry had on his armor, which they had designed a while ago when shaping their images.
He had on a dark grey cover that was made up of stainless steel and magic. It covered most of his body and a helmet that hid everything but his green eyes.
His cape was made of the invisibility cloak making him appear to draw at the shadows on the ground as he walked.
Neville had his own armor on of the same material, along with Vivian. Though his made his body seem even more massive with the spikes on his large shoulders, giving an almost giant like affect.
Vivian's showed more skin then theirs, so it was easier for her to move and attack. She countered that with silk made from fairies. It was light and offered her added padding where the armor did not.
Though she too had spikes on the outside of her arms. She had a small cape that had a hood on that went a little over her face keeping it in darkness though her eyes, especially the amber one, seemed to illuminate themselves.
No weapons could be seen on them, though none were needed.
Usually.
That didn't mean that there weren't any on their persons.
They had just all mastered wandless and silent magic.
Harry was a wonderful teacher. Especially with the proper motivation.
Hermione and Harry had also taught them a lot about muggle weapons just to be safe.
People saw them and immediately got down on their knees, most not daring to even sneak a peek at the Master of Death and Death Knights.
"Seamus" Harry's voice hissed out as he came upon the Irish man. His old-school mates all gave short bows.
"My lord" was echoed around.
"What happened here?" he asked in his deep voice as he saw Seamus, along with Dean Thomas and Padma Patil standing above a group of five who were glaring while tied together on the ground.
"They were trying to take the heads down" Seamus said with a smirk as his accent flowed. "Bleeding wankers thought they could break your magic" he snorted.
"Why would you want to take away my trophies?" Harry asked the apparent leader, a slightly younger man.
"It's disgusting and wrong" he spat and Harry hummed as he looked up at the item in question.
On many spikes, Harry had placed his enemies' heads then put a stasis charm on them so they wouldn't rot.
It showed the heads of Voldemort, Bellatrix Lestrange along with her husband and brother in law, Lucius Malfoy, and Fenrir Greyback.
Umbridge had even been added after her crimes against the thousands of muggleborns she threw to the dementors.
He chuckled. Greyback had been hard since Vivian had almost left nothing for him to put up.
"Why is it wrong?" he easily questioned.
"They're people" the man had the audacity to claim all while looking at Harry as if he was insane.
Even as he tried to glare, there was obvious fear in his eyes.
"Barely" Neville deep thunderous voice disagreed.
"They aren't anymore" Harry pointed out mockingly.
"Neither are you" the man spat before Vivian struck him across the face, fast as lightning.
Scratches were left on his bruised face.
"Such a tongue on you" she tsked with a toothy smile making him gulp as a girl near him started to cry.
Vivian's canines were now visible through her hood. They looked sharp.
Vivian leaned down and wiped the blood off his lip not daunted by him struggling to move away.
The black-haired woman licked the blood off her finger shuddering. She made a face, sneering.
"Not very tasty though" she said making some of Harry's followers' chuckle.
"Do you agree with what he did?" Harry decided to ask.
The man looked at him again and swallowed, not able to keep looking into those bright green eyes that looked at him from the depths of the sleek crown like helmet.
"No" the younger man said, going to open his mouth again but Harry cut him off.
"Then why concern yourself with a monster? Why, oh noble freedom fighter" he mocked them. "Do you not do something worthwhile like helping the less fortunate?" he challenged.
The man's face pinched as he scowled down at the ground.
"We were making a difference" another yelled making Harry laugh sending shivers down their spines.
"Taking down a head will make a difference? How, what will it do?" he asked, laughing once more when none of them had the answer. "No, you wanted attention. You thought you would do something to gain people's notice for your own selfish wants" Harry sneered harshly. There was no more humor in his voice.
"That's why you picked something as cowardly and downright pathetic as going after trophy heads" he scoffed.
"You're not rebels" his heavy boots brought his intimidating steps in front of them. "You're just children playing" he accused, before tilting his head. "Well, this is a dangerous game…and I never lose" he told them.
"Please" the girl next to the leader sobbed. "We're sorry" she told them making them laugh, besides a stone-faced Neville.
"I don't think they appreciate you speaking for them" Neville stated making the girl look at her glaring comrades who watched with betrayal.
"Do you think they know anything of the plans of up north" Neville mentioned watching their reactions.
"I doubt it" Harry said, making some of them let out silent breaths of relief. "But just to be certain let's take them in for questioning. Who do you want?" he asked.
"I'll take this one" Neville lifted the male who had yelled earlier making him scream and try to shake out of Neville's gasp.
Neville simply snarled and shook him like a rag doll.
"Vivian?" Harry asked and she made a faux thinking noise.
Her earlier fears and inner turmoil pushed down for the moment. Her brother, her Lord needed her at the moment. That was far more important.
"I would say this one" she said, toying with the leader's blonde short curls making him flinch and try to jerk away. She simply pulled harder making some come out. "But I feel like you want him. I'll take little Miss Lovely over here" she smiled, lifting the sobbing girl by the back of her neck.
"No please" the other boy yelled, begging Neville to release him.
"Don't worry. If you cooperate, you have nothing to fear" Neville told him. There was no actual compassion in his voice.
"No, no" the girl cried, only getting louder when Vivian simply laughed before sniffing her.
"Your fear is fucking intoxicating" she growled making the girl's sobs hit a new height.
"Dean" Harry said making the tall dark-skinned man look at him. "Take the others to the holding cells. We'll see to them after we deal with these three" he told him. He didn't even pick up the man. Instead, he sent a tendril of his power out to lift him up making him panic.
"Please, have mercy" the man begged, and Harry looked at him curiously.
"I haven't done anything…yet" he pointed out.
"We know all the stories" the man stated.
"Yet, you still decided to go against us?" Vivian asked making a humming sound. "Not very smart" she mocked.
"Perhaps these stories will inspire you to tell us the truth. I'm not completely heartless" Harry told him, though his smirk didn't ease the man's panic. "Now come along, we haven't got all day".
"No, nooo" the girl screamed, and Vivian rolled her eyes. Now the Vivian was becoming annoyed.
She dug her long nails into the girl's neck under the skin and began dragging her, not caring when she fell and became dead weight.
'I can't wait till we leave' she thought moodily before shaking the girl to shut her up. 'We'll be a family again, just like they promised' she thought. 'It seems so long ago now when they made that promise' she was lost in thought.
Harry and Neville's minds echoed Vivian.
'A family' Harry told himself with excitement before his eyes darkened in color. 'And this time, nothing is going to take that away from me' he swore.
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It had been a week.
The potion had been finished, but Hermione had made them go over everything repeatedly.
It reminded them of her younger self during revisions time.
Though slightly less frightening somehow.
Plus, they had prisoners to deal with.
Vivian had almost snapped when one had actually called her the child of Greyback. It had taken hours for Ron to calm her down.
There was so much blood in the dungeon room at the end of night.
It didn't help when the person with that prisoner compared Hermione to Bellatrix, then had the nerve to call her a mudblood in the same breath.
In fact, the prisoners had all seemed determined to compare all of the Death Knights to former Death Eaters.
Harry was even called Voldemort.
The rebels had received a painful and long reminder of how to talk to their leaders.
Though the Knights had restrained themselves until learning of some of the group's crimes, all committed 'for the greater good'.
The Knights hated that phrase!
They also taught the rebels lessons on just why the Master and his Knights were far superior to their former foes.
Unfortunately, the captives hadn't survived after taking too much damage in multiple forms from all of Harry's court.
"Today" Harry spoke, beginning the ritual. "We are going back to correct mistakes of the past. Mistakes of weaker men, and those who chose to follow them" he said firmly.
They were all in a circle with goblin string connecting them by their wrists.
They remembered the rules. Not only did you speak of a personal loved one that had passed, but of one for someone else in the circle as well.
Then Neville's task would come up. He would give the last names and then the last part of the incantation that would include everyone who had given their life for the cause.
Which Hermione made sure included Hedwig, Crookshanks, Fang, along with all of the students. Then he'd say something for all of the witches and wizards that they couldn't name in one go.
His words also covered the countless magical beings, like Firenze the centaur and Grawp.
"We go back to give our loved ones another chance. We go back for Sirius Black and Dobby the free elf" he said clearly before letting the next person speak.
"We go back for Remus Lupin. We go for the Granger Clan" Vivian stated trying to breathe through the emotions swimming inside her.
They begged to get out, but she held them in.
"We go back for the Weasley Clan, and Rubeus Hagrid" Ron said with pain in his eyes as his wife took his hand.
"We go back for Cho Chang" Luna spoke of one of the only people genuinely nice to her when others brushed her off or worse. "We go back for Tonks and Teddy" Luna added.
"We go back for Xeno Lovegood and Lady Longbottom. We go back for all those who gave their lives in hopes of a better future or for the brutality brought on by weak minded and weak willed. Those who had greed and hate in their heart" Neville put in.
"And lastly we go back for ourselves" Hermione picked up. "Give us the strength to do what must be done" she finished.
"Here" Harry continued as the air around them began to move and the string began to glow. "We stay connected, forever as one. Allow us to go back, allow us to fix the past" his volume grew.
"Grant us our deepest wish" they began chanting, before switching to the language Hermione had found that was a mixture of Latin and Elvish.
As the chanting grew louder, the light became more blinding.
They didn't stop, even as their nerves grew.
When they awoke, they wouldn't be together, and they'd have to move fast. Especially, to get Harry and Vivian out of their 'homes' as quickly as possible.
Vivian had tried to remind Ron that she wasn't that scared little abused girl anymore, but he wouldn't hear it.
He didn't want her anywhere near those animals.
Hermione said the same thing to Harry.
They all connected hands just as there was a blast, and everything went white.
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Harry groaned and sat up, rubbing his head trying to ease the pain.
He froze briefly in the dark room before he felt another pain.
It was like a snap in his chest before he sighed relaxing.
He had felt the same thing before, when his power had snapped past restraints put on it.
It wasn't as powerful as before. It was like an attempt. A pounding on the door compared to what he had gone through last time.
'Why would it happen again…unless!' he thought shooting up off the bed once more and waving his hand, lighting the room.
He almost couldn't believe it. It was what they planned for, but…to see it for his own eyes!
He was back in his old room at the Dursleys. He looked down before groaning annoyed.
Harry felt around the wobbly nightstand for his old glasses. He was more than annoyed. His vision had been perfected long ago so this was a true nuisance.
With a scoff, he snapped his fingers.
At first nothing happened.
For a moment the hairs on his arms and back of his neck rose. 'Is my power restrained? I was supposed to come back with it' he thought feeling dread settle heavily in his stomach.
It was so intense.
The chosen one hadn't felt such a way for a long time. 'Well, since now I suppose' he realized.
Another pang on what he knew was his magical core.
An idea hit the green-eyed man turned boy again. 'Is my magic trying to get out and simply can't yet At least, not completely?' he wondered.
Hermione wasn't the only brains of their group.
Suddenly, a searing burn hit his face. On instinct Harry's jaw clenched to hold in any sound of discomfort. Slowly, he eased into it. He tensed at the pain but smiled when everything became perfectly clear as he blinked a few times.
He carelessly tossed his glasses into his trunk before sending all of his things after the spectacles. He looked down. Then, Harry realized he'd need the glasses. He couldn't just show up without them. 'I'll have to put in clear glass in the specs. Wear them like that for a while' he told himself before moving on.
'At least my power seems to be here or growing. Perhaps it's trying to adjust to this body' he thought with happy curiosity.
"So, we're back in second year" he guessed as he looked at his malnourished body. "Didn't know we'd go back that far. I'll have to work on that. Start training again" he said talking to himself before he heard a hoot.
He turned and almost started to tear up.
A different pang hit his heart. Harry definitely hadn't been expecting such a strong reaction out of himself.
"Hedwig" he breathed, walking slowly to his feathered companion. She hooted seemingly unsure about this new Harry.
As if she could tell he was different.
Slowly, he lifted his hand in a none threatening manner for her to inspect.
She seemed to inspect him, looking at him with her big golden eyes. Finally, the beautiful snowy owl gave a small bark and flew to his shoulder. That turned to snuggling into his cheek and giving him an affectionate nip.
He gave a choked laugh.
"I missed you so much" he said, trying to get a hold of his emotions. He was usually so good at that, yet now he was struggling.
"I suppose there are some…unforeseen quirks, huh girl?" he asked petting her feathers as he calmed down. "I wonder what else we may run into. Won't let it stop us though, will we?" he asked getting a bark in reply.
"Come on Hedwig, we have a family to gather" he told her as he saw he was finished packing. "We'll be moving soon. I'm going to do a lot of things Hedwig. They're not particularly light, but it's for a good reason" he said.
She looked at him again before hooting and flying to the window.
Harry smiled, glad that his beloved Hedwig was back with him.
"So many battles to fight" he said out loud. "Things to do. Have to be careful now I suppose. Well, more so than before. I have power…but I'm not as indestructible" Harry trialed off.
He may have been gifted, but he didn't like the vulnerability of death. Even if it added an excitement he hadn't felt in a very long time.
Sometimes Harry felt like death in more than one sense of the word.
"But I can't really die, can I?" he rhetorically questioned. "It's the others we have to worry about" he said before his face scrunched. 'We'll have to work on that…again' he thought before filing the unpleasant thoughts away for the moment.
"Now" Harry said, eyes darkening. "Let's deal with the piggies" his gaze turned shark like.
Turning and unlocking the door he made his way out. "But first" he said before concentrating.
He held his palm out and a black, cold fire started, though he couldn't feel it.
Suddenly the Elder wand appeared in his hand. He held out his other hand until smoke swirled, but he didn't fear it. In an instant, there was the resurrection stone.
Still on the Gaunt family ring making him smirk. He could feel Tom's soul piece in it, but he'd deal with that later. It had no real effect on him now, he was sure.
Harry's magic took out the curses that the self-proclaimed lord placed on the jewelry.
"You recognize your true master, don't you" Harry asked as the cloak made its way over, resting over his shoulders.
Familiar whispers filled his head, and he smiled rolling his neck. He had been worried before coming back, though he would have simply taken the title again.
But this was better.
It was destiny.
With that done, Harry opened the door and walked down the hall without a care.
First, he came upon Dudley's room. He opened the door and shot a wandless hex. Most wizards couldn't trace wandless magic.
The Ministry couldn't.
He'd leave the trace on his phoenix wand. He had some plans for that later on. Harry focused on the task on hand.
His cousin was bound, gagged, awake and terrified.
"Stay here Duds" he told his cousin with a smirk.
Dudley felt his heart trying to beat out of his chest. He knew it was Harry, even if it was almost pitch black.
It was his eyes that gave it away.
What scared Dudley the most was that he could see them as if they were glowing.
"Hmm" he tried to say, and Harry snickered.
"Now, now none of that" Harry said, but this didn't sound like the Harry he knew. This Harry sounded scary!
"I'd deal with you now, but I promised Hermione I'd wait" he messed with him before walking back into the hall. "See you later Dudley. I've got some brothers and uncles to pick up" he purposely let slip.
"Not to mention a wife and sisters. Oh, you'll love them Dudley, they're very excited to meet you" Harry grinned largely.
Dudley didn't think he wanted to meet these freaky friends, especially if they were somehow related to Harry. However, he didn't have a choice as Harry closed the door leaving him afraid in the dark.
Really, Harry wasn't going to hurt Dudley.
…But his cousin didn't know that and for now that's how things would stay.
Harry then made his way to his Aunt and Uncle's room. Throwing the door open carelessly woke them in the process.
"Boy!" Vernon shouted, but Petunia noticed the change. It was slight, but it was there, and it made her feel a chill to her bones.
Harry smiled, but it was anything but pleasant.
He flicked his hand almost lazily. The horrid couple found themselves bound and gagged, looking at him wide eyed from their spots on the bed.
"Just have to make sure you don't go or do anything stupid while I'm picking everyone up" Harry said, as if they'd understand. "This is my house now you see" he declared, still smiling. "You have no choice, even though I don't need it. I much prefer Potter Manor" he sniffed, looking around as if disgusted.
Vernon was trying to yell through the gag, but it wasn't working.
It was making the bindings become tighter. Something that took the overly fat man a minute to realize as his limbs started to turn a light purple.
"Naughty" the twelve-year-old scolded the older man as if he were the child. "Now, if you'll excuse me. I have things to do, people to see" he laughed as he turned and disappeared like smoke before their very eyes.
Harry had promised Ron that he'd pick him up first, then they'd get to Vivian. Hermione would meet up with the others at Luna's house since the blonde's father was the least likely to ask questions.
Or at least questions they didn't want to answer.
Harry arrived right outside of the Weasley estate. He shook his head at the weak wards he felt around the place.
He simply walked in, only to be greeted with a smirking Ron sitting at the kitchen table.
"Took you long enough" his best friend said making Harry shoot him a look. "Almost left without you" he commented, standing and Harry rolled his eyes.
His anxiety becoming more apparent.
"I'm assuming everything is as it should be?" Harry asked and Ron nodded.
"Everything is perfect" Ron replied. "Though there were some…unexpected drawbacks" he reluctantly admitted, not looking very happy over the stumble in his wording.
"You were hit by your younger emotions as well?" Harry mentioned. Ron deflated in relief that it wasn't just him. "Yes, I noticed that. We'll have to work it out and anything else after we meet up with the others" he said making his best mate nod.
"Anything else?" he asked, slipping into his emperor like persona.
"Yes" Ron nodded, standing taller with arms going behind his back. "Dumbledore had listening charms and enchantments of the like on a few of my personal objects. I sent them onto other targets and swept the house" he reported.
"Good work" Harry said. "I'm sure there was some of the like at my house, but my power snapped them when I began the unbinding process" he said and Ron nodded.
"Is it finished" Ron looked at him head tilted.
"I don't believe so. Not yet" Harry admitted.
Ron inhaled but moved on to what really plagued him.
"Can we go now" Ron asked, shifting as he thought of Vivian and her current situation.
"Of course" Harry said, the same feeling filling his chest.
With that said they were out the door and shadowing away in an instant.
They preferred shadow travel as it was just as effective as apparition, but without the noise.
Ron also pointed out once that it just looked wicked, much to Harry's amusement.
'Of course that's what he'd notice' Hermione had commented when he had pointed it out.
"Here we are" Harry said lowly as they came upon a camp. There were colorful tents everywhere and pictures of a drawn Vivian in cages. Some were drawings of the beautiful Vivian while others were pictures of her mid transformation. The circus was trying to make her look like a blood thirsty beast. They were trying to dehumanize her.
The sign above read 'Ripple's Magical Circus'.
Both boys scowled in disgust and anger as they made their way to a specific cage.
They paused when they saw the commotion around it as people screamed and spells were flying.
"Get her off, get her off!" a man yelled in obvious pain as more spell work flew. They heard a very familiar howling laugh.
"Haha, missed me Porky" the familiar voice shouted in glee.
She sounded a bit guttural and like she had never really used her vocal cords much. Then she howled.
It could have woken the dead.
They were surprised the place wasn't swarmed with inferi or even banshees with the pitch the animalistic noise reached.
Both boys remembered just how little Remus claimed she could actually speak when he had found her.
All of her accent and phrases were picked up from the bookish werewolf Marauder and then Sirius.
Before that, Vivian had relied strictly on animal noises seeing as no one taught her the basic steps of being a human being.
In fact, her 'owners' had gone out of their way to keep her ignorant and scared.
Remus had been greatly embarrassed for a long time with the high reverence in which Vivian held him.
She couldn't help giving him such attention. He was sent from the great magics after the life she had lived.
And she had only been thirteen.
It was only after Sirius began helping raise and teach her that Remus finally began to understand where she was coming from.
Due to his attitude and care for her, Sirius was had soon been held in a high place in her mind as well.
The men grew while basically raising her as best as they could. Harry had attempted to help. That had put the four on the road which led them to being the close family they eventually became.
'That was before they were so cruelly taken from us' Harry remembered before he forced himself into the present.
'That's the past. The old past' he corrected himself. 'This is a new chance' he mentally shouted as he and Ron ran as fast as they could until they came upon the edge of a small crowd.
"Shit! She's going to kill him!" a woman shouted.
"Kill the beast. Take the freak out" another man shouted.
This proved to be a mistake as Ronald lost any sibilance of control.
With a shout, he shot his palms out and everyone was frozen.
Everyone but Vivian.
The boys walked around the living statues until they were in front of the silver cage with blood around it.
The blood ended up being the result of Vivian having ripped the neck out of the big man she was on the back of.
Seeing her chance, the wolf girl took it and finished him off. After, she looked up and Ron's breath caught in his throat.
It was like he was seeing her for the first time all over again.
Her hair was much longer, matted and dirty. She had barely noticeable curves and her developing muscles were on display though it was apparent that she should gain a few pounds.
She had filth and blood all over her. No lip ring, though she had a silver collar attached to chains around her neck that was making an almost sizzling sound, not that she noticed.
Both eyes were green. There was still a thin ring of amber around the irises.
Her canines, both top and bottom were both still elongated though to the point where it was only slightly noticeable. One had to really be looking for such a feature to notice.
These small facial features were unavoidable. Her face had been that way for a long time. Perhaps since her first changing.
She had no way to know.
A few scars still littered her arms and what he could see of her ribs. She had on dirty torn clothes. Clothes that she was obviously outgrowing and were made for someone of a lesser worth.
The dress reminded them of Dobby's pillowcase a little.
It was noticed that Vivian's nails were still long, too long as she stood her full height. Her bones cracked. She was about as tall as Harry.
Even with the dirt, grime, and uncared for appearance, she was still a very noticeably attractive girl on her way to becoming a gorgeous teen then woman given time and care.
Ron thought she was the most beautiful person he had ever seen.
She smirked. "Oh Ronald" she teased, voice higher now seeing as she was a mere girl but keeping that breathy effect she was known for. "I love it when you take charge" she smirked.
"Only for you Viv" he said, blue and unmarred eyes raking over her.
'Still have a few years before we can try anything' he told himself. Harry rolled his eyes playfully as Vivian's smirk grew, both guessing what the tallest male was thinking.
'It's going to be a long few years' Ron thought with longing as he fought back his younger body's natural reaction to her.
"Later lover boy" she joked. "We have work to do. I'm in desperate need of a shower and a toothbrush" she told them.
"I wasn't going to say anything" Harry sassed, going to open the cage door for her. He laughed when she shot him the two-finger solute before attempting to playfully lick his cheek.
Ron shoved Harry in humor making the other boy snort in growing amusement.
"Ew" Harry huffed with a laugh while wiping his now slobbery cheek.
Vivian reached up and ripped the burning collar off of her neck. "That's going to scar" she hummed knowingly.
"Was he…the ringleader?" Harry asked gesturing his head to the man.
He remembered what that man would do to Vivian. If he was right, it was even sometime around now that he would get his sick hands on her.
All things that he had helped her with by listening and telling her that it wasn't her fault or make her less than.
"Yes, that's him" she literally spat on his corpse before laughing. "He came into… You know why he came" she didn't have to say it. Ron glared at the dead man, entertaining the idea of bringing him back just to kill him again.
"But not this time" she informed almost in a song. Both looked at her quickly.
"That's right. Tonight would have been the night. He was not expecting my change in attitude when he came in here, I'll tell you that" she laughed, jumping down into Ron's awaiting arms.
"We're training again, right?" she had to ask. Harry nodded making her smile.
She had relied solely on adrenaline and future know how to attack him. She didn't like feeling weaker. She knew Harry didn't like it either.
None of them did.
"Look at you" Ron said lowly, running a cold hand over her burns making her hiss before he soothed them. She saw the fire in his eyes making her lean over and kiss him.
It wasn't heated but instead sweet and simple. He didn't mind the fact that she was filthy. He was just happy she was in his arms.
"Thanks for coming for me" she murmured quietly.
"Any time" the boys answered together making her smile.
"Let's go get you cleaned up. We still have to get Sirius and Remus" Harry said and the other two nodded.
"What about them" Ron asked tensely as he looked at the frozen people.
They were unable to move, but they could hear and process everything.
Harry smirked. "Burn them" was the instruction giving Ron a reason to smile widely.
"With pleasure" he announced, bowing.
Vivian laughed as he put his hand to his mouth and blew out a long stream of fire that took on the shape of a phoenix before destroying everything and everyone in sight but them.
"Good thing they hadn't picked up any other attractions yet" Vivian commented idly. "Let's go".
With that, they were gone.
In a matter of moments, the three reached Ottery St. Catchpole. They walked or more like stalked up to the house. They didn't have ill intentions, that was simply how they moved.
Their bodies may be having to play catchup, but their minds and soul already knew it all.
Their magic was in the middle. Growing by the minute as it worked overtime trying to reach and fill the void it felt inside each powerful child.
They walked as their adult selves. It made for a slightly unsettling sight.
As they neared the door it opened for them. Before they could blink, a fuzzy haired blur slammed into Harry almost taking their leader down.
The hair stopped them from reacting negatively.
It was a dead giveaway.
"Harry" Hermione called happily, that well-known glint in her eyes as she kissed him. When she pulled back, he looked as dazed as Ron had earlier making his friend snicker.
"Love you too Mione" Harry stuttered before clearing his throat. Hermione moved to hug her other best friends.
"Harry" Neville walked out, a far contrast from his burley future self. The dark blonde hair wasn't as sharply cut. Plus, he had his baby fat back.
Like Hermione, he hadn't grown into his teeth yet.
He was even smiling though his hazel eyes, like all of theirs, had the same shine as before.
"Hello Harry" Luna called out happily as she all but to dance over. "I've already hugged Daddy, so we can go now" she told her master matter-of-factly.
"Good, should we go to Azkaban first or get Remus?" he asked the group.
"Remus" Neville said without a second thought. "Remus is by himself, so we won't have to go through anyone" came some clarification.
"True, but first, here" Hermione said cleaning Vivian with a wave of her hand.
"Why didn't we think of that?" Vivian whispered while touching her now clean, white teeth as the boys looked embarrassed.
"No time to worry about it now" Hermione waved off. Vivian cut her matted hair with a quick spell. She felt much better with the locks gone. Vivian didn't know if she'd ever grow them back, in better shape of course. For now, she was happy with her usual cut.
"It's going to be annoying pretending we need wands" Vivian sighed. "By the way, I still have to get a wand" she commented.
"Later, after we get Remus and Sirius" Harry said.
They shortly arrived at a small, run down home. It was more of a shack really with matching ones all down the road. It was extremely cheap not to mention shady looking which made their hearts ache for their friend.
Harry went up and knocked on the door.
He knocked louder when there was no answer. They heard a grumble as Remus stumbled and made his way to the door.
"Middle of the night" they heard him muttering making Harry twitch out a grin.
"Yes" Remus asked opening the door before his jaw dropped when he locked eyes on Harry.
"Hello, I'm Harry Potter. Your nephew, Master of Death and time traveler. Go to sleep".
Remus went to speak before his eyes rolled back and he passed out making Ron and Neville rush to catch him.
"We should work on freeing Dobby from the Malfoys so he can help us" Hermione spoke as they shadowed Remus to the Dursleys. He'd stay there, asleep, until Harry reclaimed Potter Manor.
They put up protection wards and vanished again.
This time they were heading for a much harder target.
The whole group tried to focus up as they traveled.
It almost felt like another routine mission. Things were bound to be risky, no matter their confidence. Not to mention their new ages. They had to take in the possibility that something bad could happen to one of them.
No matter how ludicrous that sounded to the Knights and Master.
"Does everyone remember the plan?" Hermione asked, trying to smother a cackle as they looked at the depressing sight of Azkaban.
"I think we know how to kill people Mione" Ron snarked before she shot him a look.
"Not that" she corrected before licking her lips. "I mean, Harry needs to claim his inheritance soon. Then set up a meeting with Dobby. And of course, the goblins. After that we'll work on the horcruxes" she said seeming to be about to work herself into a famous Hermione tornado.
"We don't have to get them tonight" Luna said. "Remember? We discussed the repercussions of what would happen if we moved on those too quickly" she asked.
They weren't sure if Voldemort would be able to tell and go about trying to move the soul pieces.
Or if he'd get desperate and send out his minions to cause havoc.
Who knew what people would be caught in those crossfires?
The one thing all of them knew was the fact that while they planned to greatly change many things, other things had to be handled certain ways.
Sirius staying in jail was not an option any of them would take.
They didn't trust the Ministry to get him out, even with evidence.
When it came to Voldemort though things were different. They had beat him once, but it had taken many years and bloodshed.
Hermione, the most familiar with time travel, knew that changes were unavoidable with such magic. However, if they changed too much of the wrong thing then future knowledge could be useless!
While they were assured in their own safety, they didn't want someone undeserving to be punished if they could help it.
'Casualties happen' Harry's mind told him making the boy briefly squeeze his eyes shut before being able to open them once more with a more cleared mind.
"Luna's right. We don't want to create too big of effect. At least not right away. We need the advantage for proper battles" Neville pointed out. "I think we need to work on finishing the replacement horcruxes, as we discussed" he imputed.
"The Horcruxes were something we could never decide on" Ron sighed. "The one annoying thing with the plan" he looked at Vivian.
"That's because no matter how pesky Voldemort was, he still caused a good amount of damage" she reminded while simultaneously mocking the other dark lord.
"I told you we'd have time to decide which course to choose with them once we get here" Harry told them. "And we're here with plenty of time to plan. I already have one because of the Hallows" he pointed out.
No one could fault his logic. They just weren't totally comfortable with the option being so open.
The group had been in power for so long yet here was this major hole in their plan. The one thing that seemed so in reach yet still managed to elude them!
It was like it was taunting them.
Besides, they still had rituals to reperform.
Certain time frames had to fall into place.
The whole group looked tense. And then…the beginning of an idea hit Luna.
"Well, we know where they are. We could even make a game of it" Luna mildly suggested. This did bring up their moods a bit.
"A game, how fun" Hermione laughed before stopping herself. They needed to be stealthy, at least until they got in.
"Either way, now is not the time. Gather Sirius now. The rest tomorrow" Neville put in.
"Right, everyone knows what to do" Harry already knew they did.
"Mayhem?" Vivian asked.
"Mayhem" he confirmed.
"Here" Hermione said, "Neville found these up before meeting us. They'll have to do for now until we can remake the armor" she told them.
They all dawned black hoods and robes. With a few hand twists they were protected against most hexes and curses. Also, the clothe couldn't be pulled off by others which always came in handy. Once more only their eyes could be seen.
"He'll probably be afraid" Ron noted. "We look an awful lot like Dementors. You should handle Sirius, Harry. We'll deal with the guards" Ron said strategically.
"Agreed, but first" Harry made sure that all of the hallows were on him as he spoke, voice taking on different pitches.
"Azkaban, your true master has come. Dementors, stand by me where you belong. See me now, see my Death Knights" he introduced to the unseen soul sucking beings.
There were more whispers. The others could hear them faintly, but Harry heard them loud and clear.
The dementors were excited.
"There is a prisoner, he is one of mine. You are to never touch him for he's to be protected. Sirius Black" was instructed.
Finally, he could feel their understanding as they complied.
"I will speak with Ezekiel at a later time with names of others you are to not touch. Soon my demons, there will be souls for you to consume. So many that you will be overfilled" he promised and their excitement rose.
It could be felt crackling the air.
"Come, they showed me his cell" Harry murmured lowly.
They flew over using smoke columns that they had learned from Bellatrix. It had been unwillingly shared with them after her capture.
Both Neville and Vivian shared a look of realization and smirked. The Lestranges and Greyback were alive again.
Not only that but the Death Eaters and child curser had no idea what these children could do.
Something about the idea of finding them and teaching them a lesson, repaying them for all their crimes once more sent pleasurable shivers down the two youngsters' spines.
They walked up to the front gate then slipped in along the shadows on the wall.
Eventually, they came upon a heavily warded door that would let them into the prison.
Instead of wasting time by slowly pulling it apart, Harry simply blasted the doors away.
"Honey, I'm home" he joked. Finally, Hermione was able to let high cackle ring out through the halls.
They made sure to add charms to make their voices sound like their adult counterparts as Luna had the cloaks make them appear taller and bigger, giving them a frightening, ominous appearance.
"Human guards of Azkaban. I am the Master of Death. If you do not try to stop me and my Death Knights, then we will let you live. If you try to interfere, we will kill you. Simple as that" Harry's deepened voice rang out throughout the whole building as he locked down the prison.
No one could get in and no one could get out.
Many wizards ran forward. Some men gasped but many bent at the knee in a defense stance.
"We are here to free the innocent who was wrongly imprisoned. This wrong must be righted" Harry spoke. He knew each man was hanging on his every word.
This was what he wanted. No matter what they chose at least one would be left alive to tell the tell.
He wanted to start to eventually clear Sirius' name. Or at least get the idea out there. There was a high chance it wouldn't work, but he had many backup plans.
"Will you let us pass" he asked.
Some men had the audacity to laugh while others gulped. They wanted to stand down against the opposing figure.
"You're not getting in here, ya stupid blighter" the warden through out with a snarl as he smirked. He had all of the guards positioned behind him.
He wasn't worried, these figures may look intimidating but they weren't even holding wands.
It didn't even register to him that none of the dementors had come down to try to grab any of the intruders.
"Then die" Harry hissed with narrowed eyes. "Death Knights" he addressed. This caused his court to spring into action.
Luna used a curse to blow two of their kneecaps out making them scream and fall as her hood hid a smile.
Vivian howled and instead of using magic, she simply jumped on one and began to tear him apart with her bare hands.
She had to stop herself from eating him. She kept reminding herself that that wasn't what she wanted. She didn't want to go that far. Even as a part of her begged.
She cursed herself as she snapped another's neck.
No doubt if the aurors knew a werewolf was involved the Ministry would use it to put harsher laws on the already beaten down race!
With that in mind she quickly sliced the body to bits so that any bite marks were covered up.
Ron casually blasted a few heads off as Neville shot the killing curse at another two before impaling yet another on a magical icicle.
Hermione was laughing nonstop, almost unable to cease as she sent out hexes of her own creation. All making the victims fall and scream in agony.
Harry simply walked past the scared warden who's arm looked to be pointing the wrong way.
He made his way to Sirius.
Even as he climbed the higher levels, he could still hear the screams making him smirk as the dark in him pulsed.
Dementors stepped out of the way and even bowed as he passed.
He ignored all the other prisoners before he came to Sirius' cell.
He removed the voice charm.
"Sirius?" he called, opening the cell. What he saw made his cold heart break.
Sirius, his caring and joyful godfather was curled up in a ball on the floor.
"Get away, you hungry demon" Sirius got out harshly. "You'll have no more of me" he choked, not looking up as he hid his face in his long dirty black mane.
He shifted to Padfoot to try to ward off the supposed dementor.
"Gryffindor through and through, eh Padfoot" Harry tried with gentleness. Sirius quickly shifted back and looked up.
Gray eyes quickly teared as he took in Harry.
Or James, according to Sirius' mind.
No one could blame him.
There, with the light of the hallway illuminating him like the heavens, was the splitting image of his best friend and brother. Saying something James would say, doing something James would do.
"James" Sirius rasped, eyes swimming with hope and pain, the gaze was obviously haunted as tears fell.
Harry smiled sympathetically.
"Actually, it's Harry" he gently stated. Sirius' eyes widened even further as his anguished silver gaze fully connected with electric green.
Lily's eyes.
"Harry" Sirius whispered as a sob made its way up his throat. "No, it can't be. I left you, you should hate me. You're not real. You're here to torment me for my sins. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Harry, I shouldn't have run after that rat!" he spat as anger, definitely insane anger mixed with his sorrow.
"I shouldn't have left you and Moony! I'm sorry Harry. I'm sorry Lily! I'm sorry James!" he wept.
"I know Sirius" Harry hushed, walking in further as his godfather cried into his knees. "I know everything" he said making the sobs increase. "I forgive you" he whispered loud enough to be heard.
"No, no" Sirius chanted.
"It'll take time for you to get better. I should have known it was this bad" Harry spoke mostly to himself. "But you didn't want to worry me" he gave a humorless chuckle.
"You didn't want me to know you weren't alright. I see Sirius, and I'm going to help you. Properly this time" he promised before touching Sirius' shoulder.
Sirius screamed hoarsely before sobbing again and dragging Harry into his arms.
"Harry! Harry! You're real!" he cried desperately.
"It's time to go Sirius" he said gently against the man's dirty mane.
"Wha-go?" Sirius said, it was all too much, too fast for him. His dreams were coming true in an instant. "Don't go" he pleaded.
"Don't worry Sirius. I'm going to put you to sleep. I don't want you to see what we've done downstairs" he explained.
It was then that Sirius heard the screams. He couldn't understand why Harry didn't seem bothered by them.
Then again, he was still largely convinced that this was either another dream, or he was dying. Either way he didn't care as long as he got to stay with Harry.
"Sleep?" Sirius asked feeling suddenly very tired.
"Yes, and you won't have any nightmares" Harry promised him. "When you wake, you'll see Remus and I promise to tell you everything, even the things I'm ashamed of. If you want to know them, I'll tell you" he said before smiling. "I can't wait for you to meet the others. You'll love them. You'll love Hermione too, though you might drive each other spare" he chuckled.
Sirius looked at him wide-eyed. He was starting to go into shock.
Harry hugged him again, not bothered by the smell. It was admittedly a somewhat hesitant gesture. He hadn't been able to do it in so long.
It felt good. Better than he remembered.
"Goodnight Padfoot" Harry spoke softly as Sirius' lids started to drop. He fought to keep them open, afraid Harry would be gone when he opened them again. "It's ok, trust me" Harry assured.
Against his better judgement, he listened. "Goodnight James" he mumbled before passing out.
"He's in bad form mate" Ron said coming up behind him. "Don't worry, we'll have him fixed up in no time" he offered.
Harry appreciated it even if he knew it wasn't that simple.
"Thanks" Harry said softly before levitating Sirius and turning, charms back in place.
"Is it done?" he asked and his second in command smirked.
"You missed one hell of a blood bath" he chuckled. "I think everyone was trying to get it out of their systems since we won't be doing it for a while" he told him.
"Wouldn't be too sure of that" Harry countered with his own smirk.
"Won't be able to do it so publicly, better?" Ron corrected and Harry nodded.
They made their way down as Harry replaced his hood. Ron snickered when he looked in certain cells promising suffering to come before they met the others.
Harry's brows rose. Ron hadn't been exaggerating.
There was blood everywhere, even on the ceiling.
'Why am I even surprised' he thought with a fond head shake.
"Messy Love" he teased as he saw Hermione had blood pooling around her robes.
"How is he?" she asked as they all regrouped. Sirius was covered with the invisibility cloak.
"Not good, it was worse than we thought. He'll need help, a lot of help" he told them.
"He's got it" Vivian promised, "He's got us" she motioned.
He passed Sirius to Luna and glided to the shaking warden. There were a few alive and surprisingly untouched.
Harry guessed they must have surrendered.
"As you can see, we aren't liars" he said and some hastily nodded. "Consider yourselves spared and remember this" he told them. "You will tell everyone about what happened here. Only remember to mention this exactly. I am the Master of Death and I have freed an innocent tonight. Innocent of the crimes he was accused of" when he got nods, he turned.
They strolled out of Azkaban meeting no further resistance.
"I shall see you soon" his voice slithered to the dementors who were buzzing over the recent fight.
Once more, they were gone. The court returned to unsuspecting Pivot Drive.
For now, Remus and Sirius would be allowed to rest. Before waking the two men, Harry and the others would rest themselves. Then they'd clean up and deal with the Dursley.
Neville and Hermione conjured more beds as they sent copies of themselves to their homes so as to not arouse anyone's suspicion.
"Goodnight" Luna called happily after finishing helping Ron heal Vivian, Harry, Remus, and Sirius' previous wounds.
One by one, sleep took the new residence of the household. The couples shared beds so as they could sleep easier.
Harry was the last to sleep as everything done caught up to him. He smiled, his very magic vibrating from excitement and pride.
"Go to sleep Harry" Hermione murmured tiredly. "You can brag tomorrow, after Gringotts" she remarked before falling back asleep.
"Yes dear" he teased, though the smile never left his face.
'Tomorrow marks the beginning of the new age' he thought with glee before finally letting slumber consume him.
He was right. Tomorrow was the beginning of everything. The change that was going to take the wizarding world by storm.
The change the wizarding world had no idea was coming. One that was more than needed.
This time, however, Harry Potter and his friends would be one step ahead of everyone from the beginning.
He was determined.
They would be on top with the rest of the world flaming at their feet.
A/N: So, what do you guys think? Definitely darker than what I usually do. At least I think it is. It really only gets darker from here, so if you're not into that, really just wait for another story. Next chapter has the Marauders awakening and devious plans going into motion. I hope you guys like it so far. Once more, grammar is rechecked regulary. If you see a mistake, please just ignore it. I'll get to it, promise. Review, ask, or even suggest. Until next time, have a great day.