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A/N: I don't own Harry Potter and wouldn't particularly care to. I would like a rental agreement with option to buy for Hermione Granger. A short term contract with Nyphadora Tonks wouldn't be turned down. A Long-term agreement with Luna Lovegood would probably be a whole lot of fun. Any time Padma Patil wants to open negotiations, call me and oh for a weekend with Fleur. Oddly Lavender and Padma's sister (despite being her twin) Parvarti do nothing for me...





Harry Potter and Merlin's Reaper Revisited



Chapter One - The End.



My name is Harry James Potter. I was the most dangerous man alive.



Four Hundred Sixty Two. That was how many death eater I had killed in the last three months. Three months since my reason for living had been extinguished. Three months since I was human. Three Months since I could die.



It had started easily enough. The Wedding of Bill Weasley and Fleur Delacour. It's funny I still recalled that I had for some reason expected the wedding to be at the Burrow, and how the gentlest response to this was Hermione's "Honestly Harry."



I had never been to a wedding. I hadn't known that they were traditionally conducted by the bride's family. I had never left the United Kingdom before that day, when I took hold of the length of chain that was an international portkey. With the 'hook behind the navel' feeling I made my first trip out of the nation of my birth.



And vomited all over my shoes when I arrived. My problems with portkeys got worse the longer the trip it seemed.



I was again treated to Hermione's "Honestly Harry" as she cleaned me up. I would kill a thousand Death Eaters to hear her "Honestly Harry" just one more time.



Bill had said "I do" when the first of the Death Eaters Apparated into the wedding party.



In less time than it took me to draw my wand, the wedding party was dead. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley fell next never to rise again. Hermione shoved me out of the way of a Killing Curse, to be hit by it her self. From the ground I saw Neville and Luna fall.



I snapped. A cold black fury engulfed me, and something happened to my magic. From the ground I raised my wand to cast a reducto at the nearest Death Eater when my magic leaped unbidden from my body and devoured the life of the Death Eater, and I felt my magic increase. Then the magic leapt to another Death Eater and did the same. Again my magic grew. Unbidden my magic killed all 35 of the Death Eaters, and added their magic to my own.



It took almost 2 minutes for Voldemort to make his appearance with his inner circle. By then somehow, I was in full control, Iput up anti-apparition and anti-portkey wards with a thought and dismembered the Lucius Malfoy right in front of Voldemort's eyes. Then the Lestranges. Then Dolohov, then Snape, then the rest. Only Voldemort remained. He screamed threats at me, and I ignored him. I used My new level of power to sever Voldemort's connection to his horocruxes before taking 6 hours to kill him, and added his magic to my own.



I set out to kill all the Death Eaters that remained. Iaccessed the magic that controlled the dark marks and hunted them down.



It had taken three months. The Death Eaters were gone. The Weasleys were gone. Hermione was gone. Neville, Luna, everyone I cared for gone. My reason for living was gone. My heart broke when I had seen Ginny fall. My universe imploded when Hermione died. I hadn't even known I loved her until she was gone.



The remaining forces of the light were frightened of me.



I was frightened of me.



I was alone.



Chapter Two - Lost Love.



I took Hermione to her parents the day of the wedding, after Tom Riddle was no more. I remembered how important it was to Cedric to be taken home, my sense of responsibility pushed through my grief so I gathered Hermione in my arms and apparated to her front step.



Hermione's Mother opened the door to me. I guess the look on my face told a tale. Her eyes fell to the sheet wrapped bundle I cradled in my arms and I knew that she knew. I entered the house and laid Hermione's body, still wrapped in the sheet on the sofa in the sitting room. Mrs. Granger clutched at the sheets, removing it from Hermione's face. She then clutched the dead girl to her breast and started to sob hysterically. I left her to her sorrow and departed the room to find Hermione's father. He was in the back yard mowing his lawn. I approached him from behind and put his hand on the older mans shoulder.



"Harry?"



"Yes sir," I said, "something terrible has happened. Mrs. Granger needs you." I led the man to his wife and dead daughter. Dead daughter. She's dead because of me. If I had stayed at the Dursleys, none of this would have happened.

/ /

There was a frantic knocking at the front door. I went to answer the knocks. There on the front steps were Mad-eye, Remus, and Tonks.



"Oh thank Merlin" Tonks brightened, her hair going from amousey brown to a vibrant electric pink. There has been an attack at Bill and Fleur's wedding. So many killed, no one could account for you or Hermione, so we were hoping that you came her."



"Not now Dora." Remus had read Harry's expression. "Harry is Hermione alright?"



"Hermione's gone. She took a curse meant for me." Remus and Tonks followed me to the sitting room, Moody stayed at the door as asentry.



When they saw the state that the Grangers were in, they moved to comfort them. The Grangers regarded the magic users with looks akin to hatred or fear. When the worst of the crying had stopped, I told the story of the day, ending with Hermione's death.



"I promise you Michael. We will find the ones who did this and punish them."



"The ones that did this are dead Remus." I said.



Again, the attention of the room turned to me. "There's still V-v-v-Voldemort Harry."



"Voldemort is dead. I made sure it was slow and painful. He screamed every second."



"Voldemort is DEAD? That's wonderful news Harry!"



"Oh yeah Tonks, it's so fucking wonderful that I'm dead inside. The Weasleys are dead. All of them. Neville is dead. Luna is dead. Hermione is..." I lost all of the composure I had left, bawling like a baby."Hermione is.. Hermione is... "



The Grangers put aside their grief for a moment and swept me into their arms, ignoring my sobs. "She loved you too Harry. That's why she saved you. She loved you too."



"I'm so sorry, bringing my problems when you have lost so much." I gasped out the words, I had to get out of there. "I've got to go."



"Why do you have to go?"



"I've got to kill them. I've got to kill the Death Eaters."



"Which ones?" Remus asked.



"All of them." And I apparated away.



...---===ooo000ooo===---...



Chapter Three - Evaluation.



Harry sat in the dark of his room at Grimwald Place. The killing of the last Death Eater left him with no reason to go on. The absorption of the life force and magic of more than 400 wizards left him with no way to end his life. He knew he needed to find something, any thing to occupy him, to prevent him from turning into what he had destroyed. Without his anchors he was adrift.



"Merlin, please. Give me focus."



...---===ooo000ooo===---...



"Why do you request an audience Myrddin?



"Lord Chaos, I have a request."



"And what might that request be young Myrddin?



"Lady Order one of our agents of chaos has completed his task, but the aftermath promises to destroy him."



"One of our servants has actually achieved balance between Chaos and Order in his reality?"



"Indeed he has. He has removed the major source of violent order in his world, allowing the freedom of chaos to balance the order that remains. The fight that resulted unfortunately removed the anchors of his humanity, leaving him emotionally adrift. He has attempted to end his life, however the magic he used to achieve your balance protects itself and he cannot die. There is a danger he may become the source of a resurgence of violent order."



"Should he be eliminated?"



"If you deem it necessary. At this time he would consider that to be a blessing, but I have a suggestion."



"Speak Myrddin. I have no patience with your prevarications."



"My apologies Lord Chaos. The neighboring reality where we have been unable to inspire an agent of chaos to conflict with the violent order in place. In this reality his analog was killed in infancy. A minor transfer to this reality would introduce his chaos into that order."



"Interesting proposal Myrddin. However we do not have the energy budget for such a transfer."



"Not a problem Lady Order, this servant of chaos has sufficient chaotic energy to affect the transfer himself. This would drain him of the majority of his magics. If we do this, I would suggest that I inhibit the aspect of his internal chaos that allowed him to harvest the magic of others."



"You make an interesting suggestion Myrddin. We shall reflect, and consult our superiors."



Myrddin bowed to the aspects of Order and Chaos, and settled to wait.





...---===ooo000ooo===---...



When Myrddin had been a corporeal existence, he had lived in Atlantis until his sense of humor had annoyed his seniors. He had been cast out most of a century before the cataclysm that sank his homeland beneath the sea. Recognizing that his origins set him apart from the rest of humanity he traveled and taught inspiring the magic in common peoples. From his teaching grew the Wizarding societies of humanity. Perhaps his most joyous existence had been his time as Merlin, where he discovered HE was an agent of chaos. His function was to prevent order from becoming too entrenched. It amused him to no end when his function was described by later generations as being an agent of order. Order didn't have agents. Order was the natural state of human civilization. It took agents of chaos to inspire freedom. It was important for Order and Chaos to be in balance.



It was during his 2000th year he left the corporeal existence behind, and ascended to his current state. For a millennia now he had been in training to perhaps one day take on the mantle of Order or Chaos. In another couple of millennia he might begin to be ready. It was his closeness to his former existence that made him an excellent manager for his tiny slice of realities.



He honestly hoped that he could rescue the agent of chaos that had salvaged his home reality. Following such a magnificent job the boy deserved more than the personal hell he was experiencing now.





...---===ooo000ooo===---...



Lord Chaos reappeared before Myrddin. "Your request is granted. If you can transfer your agent to the problem reality without expending from our energy budget, do so. Otherwise eliminate it, capturing its energy for reuse.



"It shall be done Lord Chaos."



...---===ooo000ooo===---...



Harry's attention was suddenly drawn from his sorrow and mourning. A Dark Mark? Was there a Death Eater left? He gathered his magic to him and apparated to the Mark.



...---===ooo000ooo===---...



Harry was locked in stasis, with only his mind active. What the hell is going on? He tried to use his magic, nothing.



"Calm down young Harry."



/Dumbledore? How?/



"No Harry, not Dumbledore. I have had many names. The one you are most likely to know is Merlin."



/Merlin? Great, I'm insane on top of everything else./

/ /

"You are hardly insane Harry. You are perhaps the sanest of your kind. You know suffering, you know joy. You have lived your short life as well as you could. It is unfortunate that you didn't know love until the subject of your love had died, but at least you knew the love. Millions live their entire lives without discovering it."



/That do you want from me?/



"I am here to offer you a choice. I can offer you the end of your existence so that you can move on to the next level. Or, I can show you how to move to a reality very like your own, but one where you died when Tom Riddle attacked you as an infant. Without you, no one could stand against him and he has taken the world and molded it into fit his needs. In this reality you could stand against him as you stood against him here."



Will Hermione and my Parents and Sirius and the Weasleys be at the next level?



"I do not know. I lacked the courage to pass on to that level and stayed here because there was a need.



Will there be Death Eaters for me to kill in the other reality?



"Millions."



If I die in the reality of Tom Riddle, will I move to the next level?



"Yes."



/Let me kill Death Eaters./



"And so you shall. They have sown evil. You will be my Reaper. Harvest the evil from this world, allow freedom to grow. Good luck young Harry."



...---===ooo000ooo===---...



Chapter Four - Waking



Amelia Bones, properly disillusioned patrolled the perimeter of the camp. They had been here two days. They were past due a move, but so many were sick. A raid for food and medicine was over due. She needed to get to planning it. Since they lost Mad-eye last month these things had gone to hell. The former Auror had reached the far point of her perimeter and was about to turn back when something happened.



It wasn't weather, even though it had been drizzling all day. It wasn't wind, though there was a cold cutting breeze. It made a sound like a Muggle electrical station if such things still existed, a loud buzz and crackle, there was a flicker in the air, almost 25 feet up, something was there, then it wasn't, then it was again. It was something like the strobe lights she had seen in a Muggle disco in her youth in London. What ever it was it flickered in and out of existence, and then a bolt of lightning struck the ground underneath what ever it was, knocking her to the ground with its proximity. As she laid there she was the form solidify, and fall to the ground with a wet squelch.



Amelia pulled her self to a standing position and ran to the fallen form. It was a man. A badly scarred man. A naked badly scarred man with jet black hair just now getting wet in the mud. He couldn't be more than 18. She knelt and touched his neck checking for a pulse. He was warm, and there was a strong pulse. No limbs appeared to be broken or at odd angles. Under perfect conditions she wouldn't chance moving him. These were not perfect conditions. He hefted the naked stranger to her shoulders and carried him back to camp.

...---===ooo000ooo===---...



"Only you could go out into the rain on the midnight to 4am watch and come back with a naked man."



"Very droll Poppy. What can you tell me about him?"



The Healer made another sweep of her wand.



"Well, he's a wizard, and a powerful one. Possibly as powerful as Dumbledore, look at his index scores."



"You know I can't read that Gobbledygook of yours."



"Fine. He's young, no more than 18. He's amazingly healthy considering your description of his arrival. He's well fed, though there have been periods in his life when this was not true."



"Him and everyone else who isn't kissing Voldemorts ass."



"hmm. He's had an amazing amount of physical childhood trauma. He has basilisk venom in his blood."



"Basilisk venom? Why is he still alive?"



"You'll have to ask him that. Oh and here's the odd part. I've treated him in the past, but have absolutely no memory of having done so."



"What?"



"Each Healer's technique is slightly different. At some point, within the last 5 years, I treated this wound," she indicated a large scar on his left arm, "this puncture wound," she pointed to a round scar on the boys right forearm and it's exit on the other side, "and several on his chest and back. My signature is all over his body. I haven't done this much work on you, but I could draw every scar on your ancient carcass. I don't remember ever even laying eyes on this boy, but he is the spitting image of James Potter."



"Potter's been dead almost 16 years."



"I know that, but LOOK at him."



"Ok, you've worked on him, but you haven't. He looks like adead man when that dead man and all of his family died years ago. You've told me quite a bit about him other than what's wrong with him.



"hmm? Oh he's sleeping. That's all, just sleeping. He's exhausted.



...---===ooo000ooo===---...



A guard was posted so that Poppy and Amelia could get some sleep. Neville Longbottom stared suspiciously at the naked man on the cot. If he moved in a way Neville didn't like he might just wake up dead.



...---===ooo000ooo===---...



Evan Rosier crept closer; what ever that was that caused the spike in magic last night had led him and his capture team of 9 Death Eaters to this squatter camp. At least it looked like a squatter camp. There seemed to be just a little too much magic in the air, and wards. What kind of squatter's camp had wards up? That was fine, he was good with wards.



The wards lasted 3 minutes before falling without giving any indication that they were gone. Disillusioned AND covered with invisibility cloaks the 10 Death Eaters crept forward. One of the junior team members came across Susan Bones returning to the tents with a bucket of water and cast a crucio on the young girl. Her screams woke the camp.



...---===ooo000ooo===---...



In the hospital tent Harry Potter woke to the first scream. He then heard the sounds of spell fire and sat up rigid on the cot.



"Don't you fucking move" Neville hissed. His wand pointed directly between the prisoner/patients eyes.



Harry turned his attention to the speaker, his eyes widened in recognition, but the sounds of another round of spell fire echoed in his ears.



He spoke a pair of words; words filled with the promise of pain and death "Death Eaters." The utterance was a mixture of hatred and fury. He apparated away.



...---===ooo000ooo===---...



He reappeared behind Rosier. Again he spoke "Death Eater". Rosier spun around to see a naked wandless man, smiling he raised his wand to kill the fool. He never got the chance.



"Burn" came from the naked man and Evan Rosier burst into flame. Even rolling in the sopping mud wouldn't extinguish the fire consuming him. The fire died when he did.



The inhabitants of the camp had killed three Death Eaters in exchange for 7 of their own. Harry dealt with the other six. Three Windpipes magically crushed, another burned, the largest of their number disemboweled where he stood, then he found the Death Eater still casting crucio on Susan Bones, no magic as used at all, Harry simple apparated behind him and twisted his neck until it snapped. He then saw Susan.



"My god, Susan" he scooped the convulsing girl off the ground and apparated with her back to the hospital tent where Poppy was just coming from behind her screen. The attack had lasted 29 seconds. Harry laid the girl on the cot he had vacated only seconds before wrapping Neville Longbottom in a bone crushing hug. "How are you alive? I saw you die. Iburied you! Oh God Neville, who else is here?"



Amelia Bones ran into the tent seconds later finding Poppy starting to treat her niece for Cruciatus Curse exposure, and Neville Longbottom in a crushing bear hug with his shoulder being cried on by the naked stranger.



...---===ooo000ooo===---...



Chapter Five - Talking



"Let's start with the easy question. Who are you?"



Dressed in clothing salvaged from one of the Death Eaters, Harry Responded "Who are you? Why am I here? You can't be Madam Bones, she died last year. Neville, Susan, what the holy hell is going on here?"



Neville gave him a go to hell glare. "Answer the fucking question, or so help me I'll kill you where you sit."



Neville? What the hell is going on with Neville? I've never heard him swear and he's said 'fuck' twice in 5 minutes while nobody blinks an eye. Susan Bones looked at him with wide eyes. Something had happened to her as well (aside from the crucio he had stopped) she hadn't spoken a single word the entire time she'd been there. "Ok, fine. My name is Harry Potter, son of Lilly Evans Potter and James Potter." He sneered "If you were really Amelia Bones, you'd know that you were on the panel that judged me when I defended myself against that pair of dementors before my 5thyear."



"Harry Potter died Halloween night 1981."



Harry turned to look at the speaker. His mouth fell open"Professor McGonagall? What happened?" He rose from the chair, ignoring the wands suddenly pointed at him, he gaped at the jagged scar that ran down the left side of her face. "Who did this to you?" she flinched slightly when he ran his trembling fingers down the path of the scar, "Oh my god, this is an old wound. Have you been wearing a glamour all this time? I don't understand. You don't know me. Madam Bones is alive? Neville swears?"



He sat back down. "Ok, from the top. My name is Harry James Potter. I was born July 31, 1980. On Halloween night 1981, my parent's home in Godric's Hollow was under the fidelius charm. The Secret Keeper, Peter Pettigrew betrayed them to Voldemort." There was a gasp from his listeners when he said the name. He continued. "My father died on the stairs of our home. My mother was in my room defending me. Before Voldemort killed her she somehow invoked some unknown magic that caused the killing curse to rebound and destroy Voldemorts body. I got this." He pointed to his scar. Dumbledore had Hagrid collect me from the wreckage of my home and bring me to Surrey where Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall left me on the door step of my mother's sister to be raised. They didn't like magic or me and made sure I knew it. When I turned eleven I got my Hogwarts letter. On the train I met Ron Weasley and his rat Scabbers. We made friends. I met his twin brothers George and Fred. Then I met Draco Malfoy. He was an ass, so we didn't become friends. Neville lost his toad Trevor, and came to our compartment looking for it. A few moments later Hermione Granger came looking for the toad as well. She was muggle born. She became my best friend too. It seemed like every year someone tried to kill me. First year it was Professor Quirrell, he was possessed by Voldemort. They were after the Philosophers Stone."



"Second year it was a diary of Tom Riddle that was actually a Horocrux. This diary possessed Ginny Weasley' the sister of Ron. It forced her to open the Chamber of Secrets and release a basilisk. I ended up fighting the basilisk and killed it with Gryffindor's sword. It bit me, but Professor Dumbledor's phoenix Fawkes cried on the wound. I survived but still have basilisk venom in my blood. I used one of the fangs of the basilisk to destroy the horocrux."



He stopped and sipped at a glass of water. "Third year Sirius Black broke out of Azkaban prison. Everyone said he was coming for me. I kept seeing Grims. Sirius Black was my godfather. He was accused of being the Secret keeper. But he wasn't. He was never tried, just locked away. He wasn't coming to kill me; he was coming to rescue me because he saw a newspaper photo of the Weasleys in Egypt. Ron's rat Scabbers was in the photo and Sirius recognized the rat as the animagus form of Peter Pettigrew. My father, Sirus and Peter all became unregistered Animagi while at Hogwarts to be able to help Remus Lupin deal with being a werewolf. Pettigrew betrayed my parents to Voldemort, and Sirus was punished for it.



Fourth year Hogwarts hosted the TriWizard Tournement. The age requirement was set at 17. That years DADA instructor Mad-eye Moody was actually Barty Crouch Jr. polyjuiced to look like Moody. He did something to the Goblet of Fire and my name came out as well as the student from each school. So I was forced to compete at the fourth competitor. I had to get an egg from a Dragon, rescue people from the merfolk in the lake and beat a maze. At the end of the maze was the Triwizard Cup. Cedric Diggory was the other competitor from Hogwarts, he and I worked together there at the end, and decided to take the cup together. It turned out to be a portkey. Voldemort and Pettigrew were waiting. Pettigrew killed Cedric and used me to create anew body for Voldemort. I escaped because Voldemort was an arrogant idiot and managed to use the portkey to return to Hogwarts with Cedric's body. The Minister wouldn't listen and was telling everyone I was an attention seeking liar.



Before 5 year Madam Umbridge sent a pair of dementors to kill me, but I drove them off with my patronus. The ministry put me on trial for underaged use of magic. I only got off because Professor Dumbledor showed up and Madam Bones wouldn't let the Minister rail road me. Madam Umbridge ended up the high Inquisitor at Hogwarts until Hermione Granger tricked her into going into the forbidden forest and insulting the Centaurs. We then took the schools Thesterals to rescue my Godfather and prevent Voldemort from getting the prophecy concerning the two of us. It was a trap and as usual Irushed head long into it. This time I took Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Luna, and Neville along with me. Stupidity and luck allowed us to survive until Dumbledore showed up to save me. The Minister saw Voldemort in front of awhole lot of witnesses so there was no denying it anymore.



6th year Professor Dumbledore told me about all of Riddle's Horocruxes. He had 6 in all having divided his soul 7 times. The professor found Slytherin's ring and destroyed it, leaving 4. When we went after another horocrux when Draco Malfoy let death eaters into Hogwarts. When we got back Professor Dumbledore was killed by Snape. The Horocrux we went after was fake, so we still had four to find.



Ron, Hermione and I were going to hunt down the rest of the Horocruxes, but first we went to his older brother Bill's wedding. It was at the wedding the Death Eaters attacked. All the Weasleys were killed, Luna Lovegood was killed, The Delacours were killed, Neville was killed, Hermione was... was killed. Something in me went all crazy, and my magic started killing Death Eaters without me trying to. It would strip their magic from them and add it to mine. There were 35 Death Eaters there, I killed them all. Then Voldemort and his inner circle showed up. I killed them all. "



The tears started again. "I buried my friends there in France, all but Hermione, she was muggle born. I took her home to her parents. Then I went out to kill Death Eaters. I got them all inside of three months. Then I tried to kill myself, but my magic wouldn't let me. I sat around for a bout a week feeling sorry for myself, then I felt a very week Death Eater signature, and apparated to it."



"Then I woke up here, and killed Death Eaters."



"Who was I with?"



"What?" Harry's attention returned to Neville.



"Who was I with at that wedding I died at?"



"Oh. You and Luna Lovegood had been going out all summer."



"Me and Luna Lovegood? He's insane, kill him and put him out of his misery."



"You aren't exactly my cup of tea either Longbottom" A tall girl with a buzzcut said. "But he's telling the truth. No one could make up aline of crap like that without having lived through it." She put her hand under his chin and lifted his face so she could look into his eyes. "So I was your friend was I Harry Potter?"



His eyes widened with recognition. "Luna? Luna? My God, what is going on?" he stood, his eyes never leaving her face, she had a focused intensity that the Luna he knew had never had. No dreamy attitude, no inability to maintain focus. This Luna was a raptor, a killer, a force to be feared."Luna?"



Madam Bones interrupted "Yes Mr. Potter, Luna Lovegood, our current security chief of the resistance."



...---===ooo000ooo===---...



"Come with me Mr. Potter. She led him away through the camp to one of the smaller tents.



"Preparations are underway to move the camp to another location. Can you help with that? I saw you apparating earlier, several times. That would be exhausting to most wizards, but you aren't most wizards."



"I'm ok. I'll move what I can"



"From your expression I take it I'm different from the Luna Lovegood you knew?"



"Oh god yes. I'm sorry, that didn't come out right. You are very different from the woman I knew."



"Watching your parents tortured to death changes a person Iguess."



"You lost them both? My Luna watched her mother die when aspell she was researching went wrong. She was 9. She was alone with her mother for 5 hours before her father found her."



"I lost my parents at the age of 10. They survived the first round of purges due to being purebloods, but they were too outspoken. They were tortured to death and I was made to watch. Luckily for me one of the Death Eaters thought I was attractive so I was sent to the pleasure pits for his use." Her grey eyes burned in a most intense way. "It took me two years, but he was the first one I killed. My score is 53 dead Death Eaters. What about you?"



"Where I'm from 462. Here, seven."



"Quite the hero, of course you didn't kill until they drove you to it. That probably is a good thing. Sometimes I get worried that Ienjoy it so much." For a second she took on a dream like look that brought his Luna to mind. "Time that I determine if you're telling the truth." She stood and started unbuttoning the blouse she wore. "Remove your clothing."



"What?"



"I am a touch empath. If I held your hand for a couple of days I would know everything you know. Increasing the area in contact increases the speed of the transfer. I have found sex to be the fastest way of verifying. Your occlumency shields mean nothing to what I do."



"You want me to make love to you so you can read my mind?"



"No Harry. I don't want you the make love to me, I want you to fuck me, as long and as hard as you can. I want you to make this war go away for a few minutes, for both of us."



"Do you have sex with all the new recruits?"



"No, just the ones I fancy."



"I, uh, I've never done this..."



"A virgin? How rare." She reclined on her bed. "Come here." She undid his belt and allowed his trousers to fall to the ground. Reaching up she pulled on his neck until she could cover his mouth with her own and pulled him on top of her. She broke the kiss "I'll be gentle, this time."



...---===ooo000ooo===---...



Lucius Malfoy entered the control center of the regional Magic Monitoring Directorate. He found the watch supervisor at his post.



"Any word yet on the missing Capture Team?"



"None My Lord. We have verified that they didn't return to their barracks, nor have any of them been seen at their homes of record." He checked the logs. "Rosier didn't log where he was going, we have a spiral search of our area of coverage going on by 6 separate teams, broom and ground. The search started 2 hours ago and should be complete in 4 more hours. If they are in our region, we will find them."



"Very well. I will be in my office. Keep me informed."



Malfoy returned to his office. The capture team needed to be found within the next five hours or he was going to have to report their loss up the Central Directorate. This would mean an interview with the Dark Lord. Those rarely went well.



"Slave attend me."



The girl rose from her pallet and rushed to him, undoing the belt of his pants, taking him in her mouth. This one was a find. Discovered at when she was 14, hidden by her parents. The father was executed for the crime of siring a spontaneous magic user. The Mother, still attractive, was sent to the pleasure pits designated to serve the Death Eaters aroused by the giving of pain. She had survived almost 9 months. It had taken almost a year to completely break this one to his will; her mouth was quite talented, though Draco and his friends took joy in pairing her with other slaves, with toys and without. Lucius enjoyed the recordings of that, but wouldn't admit it to Draco. The boy needed to know his place. A few more moments and he took her head in both hands, thrusting deep, and spent himself into her.



She cleaned him, rearranged his clothing and returned to her pallet, her eyes bright in anticipation of his next need.



...---===ooo000ooo===---...



Tom Riddle, Lord Voldemort, master of the world was unhappy.



Something had changed. As yet, he didn't know what had changed, but something had. There was a flux of magic out there somewhere that he hadn't felt since Dumbledore had died. Surely the old fool hadn't managed to return? No he was dead. Riddle had ripped his still beating heart from the old mans chest.



He couldn't even isolate the direction of the flux. But it was there, wavering just on the edge of his perception.



Now to find the source.

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