Chapter 22 - The End of an Era Part 3

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Monday November 10 DADA Class

Harry had made his way early to DADA class in order to review his plans. He reflected on his last two weeks, which had been very busy indeed. He had finally completed his NEWT. The morning had been theory and afternoon practice. Harry had found the exams not too gruelling. He had really enjoyed the practical aspects. He knew he had aced DADA, Charms, Transfiguration, Arithmancy and Potions. Runes had been quite challenging and he wasn't too sure about some of his translations. Herbology, History of Magic and Care of Magical Creatures he had done well. Harry even found out that there were some NEWT exams that one could take which were not even on the school curriculum. He ended up paying more in order to take a NEWT in muggle studies and Wizarding Law. He thought he did quite well on them, but time would tell. His results would be mailed to him towards the end of November. Until then he had to keep up with the bullshit at Hogwarts. Truth be told, Tonks had communicated to Harry that more witches and wizards wanted to join him. She had been very discreet in approaching these candidates. Apparently, the Patil twins, Chris McGhee, John Hobbit, and Scott McGinnis wanted to join his side.

Harry reflected on his parent's final resting place. He had wanted to bring his parents back to Potter castle for their final rest. He wanted to be close to them and had explained to Xiana what he wanted to do. She had been with him on that difficult night. Meeting his parents' final resting place had brought forth long buried memories.

Flashback October 31

Harry was standing by the bay window watching lighting strikes on the tumultuous seas. Tonight was the night that he was bringing his parents remains back to Potter ancestral home. He wanted to be close to them and the best time for moving the dead was at the fall equinox known as Halloween to muggles. However to wizards and the ancient Celtic Druids, October 31 was one of their holy nights. Recalling his encyclopedic knowledge, it was also known as the fire festival. The four holy names were Samhain, Oimelc, Beltane and Lughnasadh. They are known respectively as winter solstice, spring equinox, summer solstice and fall equinox.

From October 31 to November 2, the ancient Druid mages understood that the veil between this world and the world of our Ancestors was drawn aside on these nights, and for those who were prepared, journeys could be made in safety from the other side. The Druid rites were concerned with making contact with the spirits of the departed. They were seen as sources of guidance and inspiration rather than as sources of dread. The dark moon, the time when no moon can be seen in the sky, was the phase of the moon which ruled this time, because it represented the time in which our mortal sight needed to be obscured in order to see into the other world.

Harry had been deep in thought when he had felt Xiana's hand on his shoulder. They had portkeyed to Godric's Hollow and made their way to the hidden cemetery based on Remus instruction. After searching the cemetery they found his parents' head stones. The area had been poorly maintained. There were weeds starting to overtake the head stones. Harry was now furious that his parent's final resting place had been so poorly maintained.

Harry immediately took out four black granite marbles and transfigured them into fire pots. Harry placed the fire pots at each corner of a box, which contained both of his parents' burial plots. The rain had finally abated but it was still misting outside and Harry could hear the thunder in the background. He took out his wand and lit the fire pots with a beautiful blue flame. It gave the whole place an eerie feeling.

Harry had then chanted an ancient Druid spell, "Oscail- caillí agus- meandar- tá ciumhais an dá fháinne ailínithe sa phlána céanna." This spell was meant to appease his parent's restless souls and prepare them for their new resting place. If one were lucky enough a ghostly image would appear to the caster. Harry didn't see any image but he did feel a deep sense of contentment.

At that moment a golden dome had formed over the burial site and had parted the earth. The coffins had suddenly lifted in the air and had hovered at waist level. Harry with tears in his eyes had beckoned Xiana to him and together they had placed a portkey ring on each of the coffins and had portkeyed back to the Potter family crypt located about one hundred meters east of the castle.

Harry had greatly expanded the original complex. The new crypt is where he had laid his parents to rest. The head stone were a carved bust of each of his parents, created from one of their wedding photos. Harry had then put his parents' coffin inside a marble sarcophagus and had inlaid a lily flower and a stag on top cover. Harry had then charmed the roof of the crypt to see the sky. Harry had then built his godfather's sarcophagus besides his parents.

Xiana had stayed at his side holding his hand the whole time. She didn't say anything but was just there for him. Remus had joined him later and had cried at seeing members of his pack laid to rest. The wounds had temporarily reopened but it had been worth it. They had had all made their piece that night. Even Xiana had cried at being denied the chance to meet her in laws. When they were done, Harry had then sealed the chambers with many wards including blood wards. He remembered his last words that night, "Welcome home Dad, Mom and Sirius."

End Flashback

Harry looked at his watch and noticed that it would be another hour before class started. He took out his notebook and began reading Remus' notes on his meeting at the werewolf gathering. Harry was almost done with the notes. Poor Remus had come home with some bruises and cuts, but nothing too serious, thank God he thought. Apparently the meeting had been about forming alliances. It appears that the werewolf clans were split on the issues. They had initially discussed the pros and cons of joining Voldemort until Remus had approached the clan elders and gave them another choice.

Apparently, after viewing the offer the Manitoulin clan from North America had approached Remus about setting up a meeting with him. Four other clans had joined the Manitoulin. The Lou Garou clan from France had made it known to the others that they were in Voldemort's camp and had attempted to remove Remus permanently. The Manitou clan had taken exception to the Lou Garou's strong hand tactics and had accused Lou Garou of breaking the sacred laws. Every clan had brought three hundred of their members. The meeting soon turned to open hostilities. The Manitou clan had garnered four other clans with them against Lou Garou whom had only one other ally.

Open war had been declared in the Scottish Highlands. Lou Garou soon learned why the Manitou clan was the most powerful werewolf clan in the world. It had been a virtual blood bath according to Remus. Lou Garou had lost over one hundred members before abandoning the field. Manitou had lost twenty-four members. The head of the Manitou clan with the consent of the other clan elders had approached Remus about meeting the Scorpion Sorcerer. Remus, bless his heart, had told them that the Scorpion Sorcerer be able to meet the elders in early December if that was o.k. The clan elders had agreed and Remus had formulated the protocols, location and final date of the meeting.

Harry picked up the latest sales report from the twins and smiled. Techno Magic was taking the Wizarding world by storm. It had been such a smashing success that the twins were being begged by other European ministries to establish shops in their enclaves. Harry had gotten a special letter from the Goblin High Council praising him for his business sense. Techno Magic share value had increased five hundred percent in ten days. Things were looking up, he thought.

Harry was looking towards the front desk deep in thought when he felt an elbow smack him in the shoulder. Harry looked to his right to see Chilli Pepper and the Beaver walking past. Harry sneered and said, "What's wrong Weasley? Need to hit people from behind now to make yourself feel important. Only cowards attack people from behind. You would make a great Slytherin, you know. "

Harry was preparing himself for a fight. Sure enough the stupid dolt quickly turned around and started coming toward him. Harry remained seated, but had his wand out. The Beaver was screaming for him to stop. Every one in the class had stopped talking. Suddenly Weasley tripped and fell flat on his face. Harry noticed Neville pulling his foot back in and laughing at Weasley. Soon the whole class joined him. Ron got up and his face was the color of dried tomatoes. He had a fury on his face that might have been an attempt at being scary but actually came off looking like a bad case of constipation.

At that instant, Harry heard the classroom door slam and heard Snape say, "Weasley you insufferable egomaniac, you are a sorry excuse for a wizard. Get back to your seat this instant and 20 points from Gryffindor for disrupting class."

Ron looked like he was about to burst a blood vessel. The boy really had to learn self-control Harry thought. For her part, Granger was shooting daggers at him and Snape. Harry put on his best-bored attitude and watched Snape walk to the front of the class with his robe bellowing behind him. He got to his desk and in a dramatic way, quickly turned around to survey the classroom. God, the ponce sure loved his melodramatics. Snape was finally looking at him and Harry could see a small smirk forming at the corner of his mouth. Something didn't feel right, Harry thought. Harry narrowed his eyes and gave Snape his best sneer.

Snape with a sneer of his own said, "Class! Today we have been blessed. The great Harry Potter had decided to grace us with his presence. He thinks himself so special, that he doesn't need to attend classes like everyone else. Don't blame though, it's really not his fault. Potter here can't help himself. It's in his genes. His father was just as arrogant. I guess the apple didn't fall to far off the tree. Mind him your father did do something right in his pathetic life. He managed to leave this world early and as a bonus he took his mudblood mother with him"

Some of the Slytherins in the class were now howling with laughter and pointing at Harry. Harry slowly stood up and brought his body magic to full capacity. Unknown to Harry the classroom door had just been opened without a sound. Harry with vampire like speed and strength picked up his desk and threw it at Snape.

Severus saw Potter rise from his chair and knew he had properly baited the brat. It was time to teach the whelp a really painful lesson. Severus was brought out of his musing by a desk heading straight for his head. He quickly whipped out his wand and yelled, "Reducto!" The desk was turned into sawdust.

Harry had immediately brought his new wand from its holster. He was through messing around with the bastard. He could insult him all he wanted but his parents, family and friends were off limit. Harry with as much venom as he could muster said, "My father was ten times the man you will ever hope to be. He died protecting my mother and me from your Dark Lord. You could take some lessons from him Snivellus. You know the ones about courage, honor, integrity, looks, cleanliness, and magical talent to name a few. It's really too bad that Sirius' prank at the Whomping Willow didn't work out that night. It would have saved countless magical children being taught by a biased and incompetent teacher. My father was right about one thing - your problem is that you were born."

Snape roared and bellowed, "How dare you speak to me this way you little shit! I know more about survival in this world than you can ever hope to learn. You are nothing but an arrogant, overbearing and petulant little child with no real magical talent and I'll finally prove it to everyone. I Severus Octavius Snape challenge you Harry James Potter to an all out duel. Everything allowed including dark arts except for the killing curse. If you accept we will duel on the Quidditch pitch in one hour. Let's make this interesting and invite the rest of the school. After all we wouldn't want to deprive them of the privilege of seeing the great Harry Potter grovel at my feet begging for his life."

The room was suddenly so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. Harry slowly surveyed the shocked faces of his classmates. Harry saw Chilli Pepper and Beaver smirking at him. So this was Snape's game plan all along. Harry knew he was up to something when he saw that stupid smirk on his face at the beginning of the class. Snape had suckered him into a duel. Harry could almost see the old goat fucker's hands in this. So they were setting him up. Harry had an hour to figure out why. Seeing that the class was waiting, Harry bellowed, "I Harry James Potter accepts Severus Octavius Snape duel challenge. The duel will end when one member is fully incapacitated. No killing curses allowed."

Harry turned around to go get ready when he saw the headmaster standing at the entrance to the classroom. Harry looked at the headmaster and narrowed his eyes. Green glowing orbs met glacier blue eyes. The twinkle was gone from Dumbledore's eyes replaced with cold power.

Dumbledore looked at the flaming green orbs directed at him and couldn't help the shiver running down his spine. Harry brought forth his dementor aura and everyone in the vicinity could feel the room dropping in temperature. Harry project all of the hate he had for the man who was the caused him so much misery.

Dumbledore could literally see the hate coming off Potter's eyes. Dumbledore wondered one more time how his plans had degenerated so badly in such a short time frame. Fate could be very unforgiving it seemed. Dumbledore broke eye contact and looked at Severus and said, "Professor Snape, I would be honored if you would allow me to stand in as your second."

Severus bowed to Dumbledore and said, "Headmaster, it would be an honor and privilege to have you as my second."

To everyone's surprise in the room except for Harry, Blaise, Brianna, and Theo, Neville Longbottom stood up with cat like grace and said, "Harry I would be honored if you would allow me to stand in as your second."

Harry immediately replied, "The honor is all mine Neville. I would gladly have you as my second." Neville bowed to Harry and then turned towards the headmaster and gave him the most evil smile that he could muster.

For the second time this morning, Dumbledore found himself looking at cinnamon colored eyes filled with hate and power directed towards him. Dumbledore broke contact with Neville and directed his gaze to Severus who seemed to be just as shocked as he was. Dumbledore simply raised his eyebrows and said, "I will go a set up the Quidditch pitch and let the rest of the school know.

Blaise had been ready to stand by his brother in law when Neville beat him to the punch. Blaise looked at Brianna and Theo and in silent communication they quietly left the classroom, to catch up with Neville and Harry. Neville and Harry turned around to see who it was and then waited for the others to catch up. Neville turned back towards Harry and said, "Harry, I am positive this is a set up. They are planning something. I mean it can't be a coincidence that Dumbledore just happened to be by Snape's classroom just as he made the duel challenge. What's even more unnerving is the fact that Dumbledore accepted to be his second. I'll bet those fuckers had planned it all along."

Brianna was thinking furiously and said, "Harry you said last night that Dumbledore received his summons from the department of magical law. The date is set for November 15. Don't you think this is too much of a coincidence that this duel with Snape is happening so close to the court date?"

Everyone stopped and looked at each other. They then looked at Harry who seemed to be lost in his thoughts. After standing there for nearly five minutes gazing into the abyss Harry suddenly said, "I think Neville and Brianna have made the connection. Think about this, if Snape manages to injure me bad enough to be laid up in the Hospital, then the trial will have to re-schedule. I was lucky to get a court trial so quick. The backlog at the ministry is humongous. If this trial is delayed, it would take quite a while before the next court date comes up. This would definitely give the old goat fucker more then enough time to formulate his plans."

Harry slowly looked at each of them and continued, "Here is what we are going to do. Brianna, could you please portkey to the lair and pick up an invisibility cloak and go spy on Dumbledore at the Quidditch pitch. I don't trust Dumbledore to not lay out some kind of magical booby traps. Blaise and Theo if you could please get into the infirmary undetected and set up a disillusion ward on the south corner of the stained glass window and the painting of Alcazar the Magnificent, that would be great.

When you are done Blaise could you find Ginny and tell her to contact Bill and have him meet us at the lair later this afternoon. Theo, find Tonks, this will be the best opportunity we have to install a camera in the Headmasters office. Immobilize the portraits while Tonks installs the camera. The wall behind his desk would be perfect as long as it's high enough. I have been waiting this opportunity for a long time. As for Snape, it's high time for that he get his judgment day. The fucker has been living on burrowed time for far too long." He spat.

Everyone hurried to their assignment while Harry and Neville portkeyed back to command center. Once they arrived they informed everyone about the duel and the plan. Harry created a special portkey for later that night. He then exchanged some ideas with Neville on some duel strategies. Harry decided to go through his vigorous checklist before battle. He finally used a parseltongue illusion charm on his Basilisk battle robes. Only a parseltongue could remove the illusion. His battle robe was charmed to look like regular outdoor robes. Harry knew t hat Xiana would kick his ass if he didn't take all necessary precautions.

Harry looked at his watch and nodded at Neville. They both portkeyed to the Gryffindor Quidditch locker rooms and slowly made their way to the Quidditch pitch. They entered the pitch to find the bleachers almost filled to capacity. Neville bumped Harry and pointed at some of the signs, which were being flashed. Most of them seemed to favor Harry. No big surprise there, most of the student populations absolutely despised the bastard potions master. Harry looked towards the Gryffindor bleachers and found Ginny and Ron fighting in the bleachers. Hermione seemed to be yelling at Ginny and Blaise was threatening Hermione. Harry just shook his head. Harry had a very hard time understanding his ex-best friends' behavior. Why couldn't they see Dumbledore for who he really was?

Harry noticed that the middle of the pitch had been transfigured into a large rectangular sand mote. It was roughly one hundred feet long by fifty feet wide. Harry noticed that Snape and Dumbledore were conversing. They both looked up when they saw Neville and him come in. Harry could hear the crowd whispering and pointing. Harry could literally feel the tension and anxiousness in the crowd.

Neville for his part was mentally bringing his battle folders to the forefront of his mental shields just like Harry had taught them. Neville had a hard time containing his enthusiasm. There was no doubt in his mind that Snape was about to receive the beating of a lifetime. Neville had duelled Harry enough times to know that Snape was essentially fucked. Neville really hoped that Dumbledore get in the frazzle. Neville wanted to dish out some payback. He hadn't forgotten the memory blocks that Dumbledore had put on him as a baby.

Harry and Neville slowly made their way to the landing on the north side of the pitch. Harry took out his wand and Neville did the same while taking his place roughly ten feet behind him. Harry relaxed his mind and brought forth all of his battle folders. Anyone watching Harry would have seen his face become cold and stone like. Harry noticed that Brianna was approaching him from his right. They all knew that Dumbledore could see through invisibility cloaks hence Brianna showing herself made sense. She approached him and whispered in his ear that Dumbledore had cast several charms towards the center of the sand moats but she had no idea what they were. Harry nodded and she made her way back towards the bleachers.

Harry brought forth his aura-reading gift and saw the different energy waves emanating from the center of the sand moat. Harry compared the colors of the energy waves with his database of energy signatures. He quickly isolated the spells that had been cast on towards the middle of the moat. Harry saw a Corbita-Tutela, which was a speed-reducing ward. Anyone triggering the ward would see his reflexes slow down dramatically. He also spotted a Scabies-Enclaves ward, which would cause anyone to develop a bad case of the itch by bumping into that ward.

Just behind that, Harry found a confundus ward. Anyone tangling with that ward would become instantly confused. Harry couldn't believe the gall of the goat fucker. Dumbledore must have thought that a six-year student couldn't possibly have the knowledge to detect the curse wards. Well, good thing that Dumbledore had no clue that he was an aura reader. Nothing like a little embarrassment to start things right, Harry thought.

Dumbledore was looking at the proceedings with a somewhat detached attitude. That was until he saw the young Zabini female approach Potter. She briefly whispered to him and then left. What in the world would a Slytherin and a Zabini to boot have to say to Potter, he thought? He just hoped that Potter could be taken out early. The last thing he wanted was to get in the fray. Potter had really messed up by accepting Longbottom. The boy was near squib he thought. He had made sure of that himself, he mused.

To Harry's surprise, Madame Hooch appeared. She seemed tense but business like. She was wearing a full set Auror battle robe which could only mean that she was going to be officiating the duel. She approached the center of the sand mote and cast sonorous on herself. She looked around the pitch and bellowed, "Students of Hogwarts, staff and duellers. I have been asked to officiate for this duel. Spectator shields have been erected to prevent powerful spells from hurting spectators. The Contra Ferrate rules of 1357 apply in this particular duel. This means that all magic is allowed except the killing curse. The first person to be completely incapacitated will be declared loser. Are there any questions?"

Harry cast sonorous on his voice and bellowed, "Madame Hooch you may not be aware of this, but I have detected some illegal wards which have been set up close to your position. What is the penalty for cheaters Madam Hooch?"

The crowd went silent for a minute upon hearing his accusations and then went wild and started shouting. It looked like pandemonium was about to erupt. Hooch bellowed, "Silence!" Immediately the crowd began to quiet down. Hooch looked livid and Dumbledore's face seemed to have turned pasty white. She finally looked at both duelling parties and said, "Mr. Potter, are you insinuating that your opposition has cheated?"

Madame Hooch, I can only speculate since I have no proof. It is clear that someone wanted to play an underhanded game here tonight. Harry looked at Dumbledore while launching his accusation. Harry looked around the pitch and continued, "However! My intent here is to defend my honor. Now, I'm sure that if you asked Professor Flitwick, he could identify and remove those nasty little curse wards. "Harry said the last with a sneer on his face.

Hooch narrowed her eyes at him but agreed with his suggestion. Much to everyone's pleasure the vertically challenged Charms professor made his way to the sand moat and started casting different types of revealing spells. Once he had identified the wards, he made quick work of them. Madame Hooch finally said, "Duellers on me."

Both Snape and Harry made their way to the middle of the sand moat. Hooch said, "Professor Snape and Mr. Potter you have thirty seconds for commentaries before hostilities are allowed. You are not to begin the duel until you are back to your respective positions."

Snape was the first to speak and said, "Potter you don't know how long I have waited for this. It's really too bad that we can't use the killing curse. It pleases me greatly that the golden boy of the Wizarding world doesn't have the intent or the magical power to cast such a dark curse. I can't wait to see you beg at my feet Potter. I hope your stupid father and the mudblood whore that you call a mother are watching this. They are about to be severely disappointed in you Potter." Snape said his last words with a malicious smile on his face.

Harry dripping pure venom leered at Snape and whispered so that only Snape could hear, "You can't imagine the pure orgasmic pleasure I had torturing that spineless whelp you called a godson. I can still hear him begging for his life just like you will very soon. You should have seen him begging while his own mother cut off his balls and he vomited and shit all over himself. Don't feel bad, you rat fuck son of a bitch, you'll soon join him in hell fucking his tight little ass. "

Snape's face took on a look of pure hate and fury. Harry simply smirked at him. Hooch looked at both of them and said, "Duellers take your position!"

Harry walked back to his position and waited. Snape did the same. Hooch had her hand up and bellowed, "Begin!"

Snape wasn't fooling around and went straight to the dark arts by sending a barrage of nasty spells. He immediately cast Reducto-Maxims/ Conglobo- Accendo/ Cariosus- Carnis Harry immediately saw a maximum explosion, an incendiary, and a rotting flesh spell coming his way.

Harry instantly launched a series of layered defensive and offensive spells. Harry bellowed, "Transformo- Sabulum-Lapis/ Penetrabilis-Matara/ Diffindo-Caruncula-Facere/ Inferorum-Animas- Chalybeius/ Ku-šen."

Immediately a wall of sand transformed into a six inch thick wall of black granite which was followed by a slew of spikes followed by a dark cutting hex to the face and ten balls of sand transformed into steel balls with a seeking charms. The last spell was a dark shield. Snape's Reducto smashed Harry's granite wall, but his powerful dark shield stopped the shrapnel and deflected the rotting flesh curse.

Severus with a smirk on his face had expected to overwhelm Potter with his first volley of spells. The speed of Potter's counter attack had instead badly shaken him. He saw a series of spells, which he didn't even recognize but could tell they were dark in origin.

When the fuck had the brat found the time to learn the dark arts was now the million-galleon question. For good measure Severus cast his most powerful shield and threw himself face flat against the sand. Severus looked up to see a wall of spikes fly by him, and could feel a nasty dark cutting hex pass him by also. Thinking he had avoided the worst he started to get up when he noticed a slew of metal balls heading straight for him. He cast Protego and rolled to his right.

The first five balls hit his shield and bounced off but in the process shattered the energy barrier. Severus noticed more balls heading his way and seeing as he had no time to cast another shield charm. He immediately dropped to his knees and let the remaining steel balls sail overhead. With astonishment on his face he noticed that the balls were coming back at him.

He quickly fired off a slew of Reducto spells and managed to destroy seven of the balls, but three found their target and Severus felt his knee cap shatter along with a few ribs. Severus cried out "Bastard!" He quickly cast a temporary pain relieving charm on his knee and quickly stood up. He then finally managed to pulverize the remaining steel balls coming to his left. He looked towards Potter and with pure venom cast "Adicio-Lancea / Crucio / Decem -Commuto-Canis."

While Snape was busy with his little steel ball, Harry began a pentagram chant. While waving his wand in a pentagonal manner he cast out four ancient runes in quick succession on the sand forming a box that was roughly thirty feet long by thirty feet wide. The runes glowed a crimson red and then vanished. Suddenly Harry brought forth his full powers of concentrations. With beads of sweat on his forehead, He layered a series of spells and silently cast, Caliginosus- Obductio /Anima- Imago- Humus / Serpensortia-Immanis- Basilisk / Praestigiae- Occaeco

Suddenly Harry's first spell triggered a big pitch black box that was roughly a thirty-foot cube. No one could see inside the box except for the person in the box. The book on Sun-Tzu often extolled the element of surprise Harry recited. His second spell conjured a golem out of sand made in his likeness. He then animated the construct to move in a human like fashion. The details were so exquisite that it was nearly impossible to tell the difference between them. His hardest spell in the duel so far was a transfigured forty foot Basilisk from sand.

The basilisk was not able to petrify any living creatures, since in itself it was not a living entity, but it could petrify conjured or transfigured animals from inanimate objects. Harry looked at the swaying monster and hissed, Attack the men at the other end of the sand trap. The basilisk reared itself ready to attack waiting for the black veil to lift. The final spell rendered him invisible. Harry quickly moved to the outer edge of the sand moat and waited for the black cloud to dissipate. It didn't take long for complete hell to break out.

Harry could hear screaming coming from the bleachers. Everyone was panicking at the sight of the Basilisk. Harry looked towards Neville and even he seemed transfixed by the creature. Harry turned just in time to see Snape's spells reach their target. The conjured lances missed his golem by mere inches. Harry figured that the dark cloud must have caused Snape to lose his focus. Harry immediately recognized the next spell as a Crucio. If nothing else, the stupid death eater was predictable, he thought. The last spell saw ten large hounds heading towards his Golem.

Immediately his Basilisk reared up and engaged the Golems. The Basilisk instantly petrified seven of the Hounds. It swept its tail in a great arc and lunged at the petrified hounds. Within seconds the hounds had crumpled to dust. Three hounds had slipped by the king of snakes and jumped on his golem. Harry needed to get the bloody hounds off his Golem in a hurry to keep up the illusion that it was him. The Basilisk turned around to attack the remaining hounds but Harry had already cast, Ablegatio- Compingo/ Gu-ul-þara

Harry had banished the large hounds high in the air and used his most powerful explosion curse. The blinding and loud explosion pulverized the remaining hounds into sand dust. The screaming in the bleachers increased another notch. Harry cast a silence charm on his feet and slowly started walking towards Snape's position. The king of snakes suddenly lunged at full speed towards Snape and Dumbledore.

Albus Dumbledore seemed to lose all blood in his face. He never imagined that young Potter could duel with such ruthlessness. He had to admit that the Basilisk transfiguration was worthy to be called a master's level spell. The bloody beast seemed so life like it was unbelievable. Dumbledore now realized that they had again made another grievous mistake.

Dumbledore's face now looked very grim as the implications of their bad judgment started forming in his head. The only thing he could do now was to prepare himself to duel the beast. Severus had better come up with a game plan very soon, or that bloody snake was going to pulverize him. Dumbledore noticed Potter getting up rather slowly. Perhaps the hounds had hurt him far more than he thought. One could only hope. The more he looked at Potter the more alarms started going off in his head. Something was off but he couldn't put his finger on it.

Severus was cursing the brat to nine kinds of hell. Where the fuck did the brat learn dark magic? He was pissed. Now he had a bloody Basilisk coming for him. He immediately conjured a series of walls. His rising panic however was affecting the quality of his obstacles. He cast Exsilium-Alcyon / Adicio-Lancea /Reducto-Maxim

A slew of lances landed on the large snake and seemed to slow it down, blood was seeping out of the beast, but it was still coming full force. The banishing charm seemed to only anger it and his explosion hex missed completely. The snake suddenly lunged to take a bite of Snape but just as the beast was about to nip him, he rolled to his left and cast his explosion hex point blank on the snakes left flank, which connected and gouged a large hole on the beast's side.

A large spray of blood and tissue now covered his robe. Severus quickly realized that his victory was short lived. The moment he was back on his feet the snake's tail caught him in the rib cage and he heard a loud crack and felt himself lifted off his feet. He flew a good twenty feet in the air and landed on his side with his left hand underneath him. He landed very badly and felt another sharp pain in his wrist. Severus was not having a good day at all.

The snake thinking that his prey was down went after the other man standing on his master's territory. He lunged for Dumbledore. Dumbledore with grim determination and a lifetime of learning cast Rumpere-Anima –Copula / Fulgor-Inis-Cavea /Reducto-Maxim. The spells were very powerful and draining. The first spell hit its target and the Basilisk started glowing a sick yellowish color. The first spell was used to dissociate the molecular bonds from a living creature transfigured from inanimate matter. The second spell was a lightning cage, which immobilized most creatures.

The creature stopped in its track as if caught in a web. With the molecular bonds severely weakened the explosion hex caught the creature in the head and managed to pulverize the top third section of the snake. It went down and slowly turned back to sand. Now Dumbledore could only hope that Potter didn't transfigure another one of the bloody beasts. He had at least taken care of the snake for Severus. Potter was still standing at the other end of the pitch moving his wand. No spells seemed to come out of his wand however. Maybe he was setting up wards, but even he should be able to see some sort of energy discharge. Suddenly his eyes widened and finally caught on to what was happening. That's when he saw Potter grab Severus' wand.

Meanwhile, Severus had managed to get back to his feet painfully and thanking the fates that Albus had managed to destroy the beast, he noticed Potter at the other and immediately cast a slew of explosion hexes, acid clouds, silver darts and a multitude of Crucio. The brat was dodging most of his curse when one managed to hit him directly in the chest and blew a hole in his stomach. The brat looked up in surprise and toppled on his back. The crowd suddenly went quiet. One could only hear the sound of the wind. Severus thinking he had won, cast a sonorous charm and yelled, "You see! Potter is nothing but a weak pathetic brat."

At that moment Harry was now standing two feet from Snape and with cat like reflex he reached out and snatched Snape's wand. Harry then silently cast Gaz-Pahal-Edakua to his left leg and heard a scream of pure agony. Harry had just pulverized the tibia and fibula bones in his left leg. Snape dropped to the ground screaming. Harry suddenly made himself visible and heard the insane screams coming from the bleachers. He looked towards Neville and smirked. Neville simply raised his eyebrow.

With a sneer on his face, Harry levitated Snape so that he was standing up and facing him. Harry closed the gap and whispered, "So Snivellus, how does the leg feel? Once again Snape, you got the shit kicked out of you by a Potter. You know what they say, cream always floats on top and shit sinks to the bottom. Do you think I spend my time caring what you or the goat fucker is up too, ummh? The truth Snivellus is that you just aren't worth my time. You are just another fucking death eater who needs to go. By the way how do you like the new me?"

Harry suddenly broke Snape's wand in two. To everyone's shock, he took one of the broken ends and stabbed it into Snape's shoulder. While he screamed, Harry with no mercy whatsoever delivered at full strength a roundhouse punch directly to his lower jaw and heard another crunch. Snape's jaw was now gushing with blood and was hanging at a weird angle. Harry was about to punch again when he felt a bludgeoning curse hit him on his right leg and he dropped with a scream. He could feel the sharp pain in his leg. From where the pain was shooting up, he was pretty sure that he had a large hairline fracture to his femur. The curse would have shattered his leg for sure had it not been for the alterations he did to his bones with the Naquadah potion he took during summer.

Harry immediately rolled around and with his aura reading capability saw four layered spells coming towards him from Dumbledore's position. He recognized the signatures and hissed Nisi-šen-šen and an emerald shield sprang around him. The spells hit the dome and were absorbed. This particular shield fed on magical energy. It was the equivalent to Aikido from muggle martial arts. It used the opponent's own strength against them. Harry was about to deliver a counter attack when he saw a slew of magical signatures whiz by.

Neville was in full swing. He had been waiting for Dumbledore to step out of line and was now on a massive offensive. He set three sets of layered spells. He layered a confundus, acid cloud, plasma ball, and explosion curses in a close triangular pattern. The effects were surprising. Dumbledore had managed to neutralize most of his hexes except for a Reducto and a plasma ball, which burnt his left hand very badly. One of his Reducto spells spell ended up connecting within a foot of his legs and the concussion wave was enough to break a leg bone. Neville was about to go for the kill when a loud thunderclap rang in the air and a very pissed off Madame Hooch ran into the field and bellowed, "All duellers are to cease and desist immediately! Anyone breaking anymore-duelling laws will be convicted against the 1469 Austrian convention on duelling protocol."

No one moved until Harry slowly got up and started hobbling towards his end of the pitch. Once he was in front of Neville he said, "Thanks for your help mate. Had you not been there, I think Dumbledore would have had a full go at me. I believe you seriously injured him brother. The fucker should think twice about messing with us now."

Neville replied, "I was just about ready to send the heart explosion curse when Hooch stopped us. I must say, I feel pretty good right now. Congratulations on pulverizing Snape by the way. Even if the outcome was already written in stone, it was a kick ass duel. You absolutely need to show me how to conjure a bloody big Basilisk. I nearly shit my pants when I saw your critter come out of the box." Neville had a huge smirk on his face.

Harry suddenly broke down laughing. Maybe it was stress relief or finally taking the fight against Dumbledore's minions but it sure felt good smashing the fools. Harry turned to his right and saw Chilli Pepper and the Beaver going to help Dumbledore. As they passed by they looked toward Neville and him and gave them a scathing look. Hopefully a little demonstration of his power should keep them in line for a while longer.

Harry with Neville at his side, made their way to the castle. They reached Myrtle's bathroom and portkeyed to the lair. It didn't take long for the troops to arrive and celebrate. Like him it seemed as if a hurdle had been passed. Luna ran to Neville and gave him a huge French kiss. Not too far behind, Xiana ran to him and gave him a hug and bellowed, "You scared the hell out of me. Jesus, how the hell do you get in these situations anyway?"

Harry frowned and replied, "Potter luck I guess?" Harry expected a sound verbal trashing but instead she just hugged him and kissed him again. Harry smiled and made his way to the salt baths. Xiana followed him until he was resting into the healing bath and cast a few healing spells on his injured leg.

The salt bath took care of the rest. Just for good measure he asked Xiana if she could go to the trunk manor by the lake and get some of his bone strengthening potions in stasis in his potions lab. Xiana went and fetched the potions. Harry took a restorative and his bone potion and then relaxed in the bath. Harry not realizing the time fell asleep while listening to light classical music. After about two hours Xiana awakened him. She had a huge smirk on her face and told him to get out of the bath. She nearly passed out from laughing when she noticed that his whole body looked like a huge prune.

Harry made a face at her and quickly apparated to the trunk manor. He quickly took a shower and then got himself a fresh set of clothes. He cleaned his battle robe and affixed his katana to his back, and then apparated back to the lair. His leg no longer hurt and he felt completely refreshed. He had a feeling that it was going to be another long night.

Harry met up with everyone and they decided to have supper at the lair. It didn't take long for Bill and Ginny to show up. The moment they did Harry went over to them and said, "Tonight is the night. If everything goes according to plan, Snape will be at our mercy. Everything is ready at Potter castle. You guys have the final kill, I just want some quality time to break the bastard and suck all pertinent information from his demented mind."

Bill replied, "No problems Harry, as long as we get to kill the bastard."

Harry said, "I hope you take your time, that bastard has a lot of pain coming to him from a lot of people."

Ginny smiled and said, "Don't worry Harry. I've been planning my revenge for a while now. All I can tell you is that it's going to be interesting. "

Harry nodded and led them to the dining table. Everyone was gathered and feeding on the awesome spread that his elves had provided. Harry was talking to all of his ex mentors and getting caught up in all of their research. Xiana for herself was enthralled with the potions master's new research on member regeneration.

The potion was based on the DNA memory capacity of the Polyjuice potion. The research centered on having an injured wizard or witch takes a drastically modified Polyjuice potion restorative to re-grow lost limbs. The potential was enormous. The restorative potion would also fix any physical deficiency such as scars, lost eyes and cursed organs. Moody had already volunteered as a test subject with bated anticipation. If it worked, he would be back to his old self.

Finally after supper was done, Harry had gathered all the troops to bring them up to speed on the latest development. He talked about the upcoming Vampire, Veela and Goblin meetings. He had the necessary contact teams update them on their research. He had also established a Horcrux research team comprising Remus, Theo and Luna. His weapons division now had the twins, Neville and himself along with his charms masters.

Bill told Harry that the charities were coming along very nicely. The new wizard orphanage would be up and running within the February time line. Harry couldn't wait to see it. No expense or protection would be spared. Harry planned on putting his most powerful wards on the orphanage. Anyone whishing to hurt the children would meet a most gruesome death. In his book, attacking babies and children that was the vilest crime imaginable. The only penalty for such a crime was excruciating death.

The Lycanthrope center was also moving along very well. According to Bill, it should be up and running by springtime. They were making slow but steady progress. Recruiting was also going very well. Tonks told Harry that many old students from the DA club were extremely dissatisfied with Ron and Hermione's leadership. Many had quit and were asking about him. Tonks told him she had discretely asked many of them where their political loyalties were and what they thought of Dumbledore. To his shock most of them hated the ministry and couldn't care less about Dumbledore.

Most of them wanted to know if he was allied with the Scorpion Sorcerer and wanted to know what he stood for. So far, most of them were opting for something new, something that resonated with their views and politics. They hated the status quo, and to Harry that was very good new indeed. Odin's Eye was getting a hell of a lot of use. Mad Eye had suggested a few things that they might want to add to the training regiment but overall he was extremely impressed with the depth of training. Harry couldn't remember seeing the ex Auror so happy.

The man seemed to be smiling a lot more. He had congratulated Harry on the innovative use of transfiguration and rune magic. Harry capped off the meeting with a financial review of their war chest and their spending. Amazingly enough, even with all of their spending the war account was growing at a phenomenal rate. The accrued interest was working wonders. Harry brought forth a list of spending priorities, which was voted on by the war council. More money was going to be spent on materials and battle equipment. When they were done, they broke into groups for happy hour. The games room and bar were opened and everyone began mingling. All work and no play made Jack a dull boy, Harry thought. After Xiana's breakdown, Harry now felt that scheduled down time whither they needed it or not was necessary.

Everyone relaxed and played games late into the night when Harry looked at his watch and realized that it was time for him to go fetch his favorite potions professor. Harry called Bill and Ginny and told him to meet him at Potter castle in half an hour. Harry concentrated on the predetermined coordinates and found himself in the corner behind an illusion ward. Harry took out his wand and scanned the area to see who was present. Harry noticed a couple of first years and a fifth year Hufflepuff lying about sleeping. He then looked to his right and found Snape asleep in his bed. Harry made sure that Pomfrey was also indisposed and made his way towards Snape's bed. Harry stopped about midway and cast several revealing charms on the bed. Sure enough, there were a couple of wards set up. Harry carefully identified the wards and took them down.

Harry turned around and cast a sleeping spell on the other students. He turned back towards Snape and noticed that the man seemed to be in pain. Well he thought Skele-Grow could do that to a person. He ought to know. He hadn't forgotten his second year at good old Hoggy Hogwarts. He stupefied Snape and then threw a portkey at him. He then tapped the portkey and the man disappeared. Harry couldn't very well go without leaving his calling card. Harry transfigured a dozen small scorpions and put them where Snape had been. He then cast a repelling ward around the bed to make sure that the scorpions stayed put. Harry would love to see Dumbledore's face come morning.

Harry decided to have a quick look at the infirmary. Harry passed by a cabinet of potions and healing books. He picked up a few of the books and noticed how old they were and whom the author was. To his surprise, the person who had written the book was Morganna Potter. He would have to check her out when he got back home. He should have a copy of her book back in the family library.

Harry passed by a muggle cabinet, which to his surprise had muggle medical implements. There were needles, gauze rolls, some antiseptic, different types of antibiotics and some slim implements which he did not recognize until he read the name. Harry suddenly narrowed his eyes and whispered, "Perfect!" He unlocked the cabinet door and picked up several of the muggle instruments. He would have to modify them for what he had in mind, but creativity was a quality he highly prized.

Harry apparated out of Hogwarts infirmary back to Potter castle dungeons. He found himself in the same room where the Malfoys had been. He found Snape crumpled on the floor and levitated him against the wall. He shackled him and took away his shoes. He made sure to remove items he found on his body. He ended up confiscating three portkeys, which were useless anyway but he didn't know that. The wards he had set up were dark wards and would prevent anyone not keyed into the wards form magically transporting in or out of the castle.

He also ended up confiscating a couple vials of potions, which he guessed to be poisons of sorts. Harry double-checked his torture cabinets to make sure everything was in place, and then made sure that the magical fires in the ovens were nice and blue, and that the freezing charms were working properly. Harry noticed that there were a few potions cauldrons set up by the smiting ovens. Harry smirked and realized that these must be Ginny's. She had quite the twisted mind, that one. Harry approached the table and noticed that many ingredients were on the table. He looked at many of them and winced. Harry almost had pity for Snape. The key word there was almost. Well he thought everything seems to be in order. Time to fetch the cavalry.

Harry was about to go up to the living room when two figures walked into the Dungeon. Harry saw Bill and Ginny enter. The twins followed them in. Harry said, "Are you all ready?"

Bill replied for all of them when he said, "You have no idea Harry."

"Good, now keep your hoods on, until I reveal myself to the greasy bastard. I want to see his face when he finally realises whom the Scorpion Sorcerer is."

They went to see Snape immobilized in chains and Harry cast Ennevateand then Lumos. Snape woke woozy and hard to turn his head from the bright light that was hurting his eyes. He looked to his right hand to find it shackled to a wall. The first set of questions which came to his mind was where the hell was he and why was it so fucking cold. He finally found his voice and said, "Where the hell am I and who are you?"

Snape found the light extinguished and could now see the blue magical fire from what appeared to be an open pit oven could also see the low-level blue flame torch burning along the wall. He looked up to see wet looking Stalactites dripping cold water. He saw five figures looking at him. Suddenly one of the figures approached him and said, with a voice that seemed to radiate about as much warmth as an iceberg, "Welcome home Snape!"

Snape finally looked at the man and noticed the bright neon green orbs looking at him. His eyes seemed as bright as a green flame torch. The fire in them was mesmerizing. Finally he found his voice and said, "Who are you? Where is this place?"

"I suppose you have a right to know whom your executioners are going to be. As for where you are, you can consider this the house of pain. Consider this place a short pit stop, before you reach your real home. "

Snape was now fully panicked and with his voice croaking said, "What is this home you speak of?"

There was no response for a few seconds until Harry said, "Hell of course. You didn't actually think that you were going to get away with the murders you have committed since serving your true master. "

Snape was having a horrible time keeping his emotions in check and managed to say, "What are you talking about. You have made a horrible mistake. I haven't killed anyone. I demand to know who you are!"

Harry waved his hand and yellow torches suddenly came to life, the brightness of the room increased considerably. Harry suddenly hissed, zi-pà -ñír-tab. Suddenly a huge twenty-foot long scorpion materialized in front of Snape. Harry made the scorpion move his stinger within six inches of Snape's face. Harry could see beads of sweat forming on the man's forehead and said, "Perhaps my little pet has given you some idea of whom I am? I believe from your reaction that you have heard of the Scorpion Sorcerer?"

Severus was now scared beyond anything he had ever felt in his life. The Dark Lord had not scared him as much as he was right now. That was perhaps because he always felt that his potions master's skills were always useful to the Dark Lord. This was certainly not the cast here. Severus narrowed his eyes and said, "I recognize you attire and I don't know anyone who can conjure such a dark beast therefore I have no choice but to believe that you are the Scorpion Sorcerer, however that doesn't tell me whom you really are."

Harry approached him and when he was within three feet of his face said, "You are quite right. It is high time that you found out who your executioners were." With that Harry lifter his hood and was quite pleased to see Snape's reaction. He turned to his mates and said, nodded at them. They in turn brought down their hoods. Snape by then was having an apoplectic seizure.

Snape finally managed to bellow, "Impossible!"

Harry sneered and said, "Why do you think it's impossible? Is it because I am the spawn of your most hated enemy and a Gryffindor to boot? You bloody people, you just can't help yourself labelling everybody. Oh, he is a Gryffindor, therefore he must be brash, bold and doesn't think before getting into situations. Wow look at him he's a Slytherin, so he must be cunning, and sly. You think that people being sorted into a house makes up the sum total of who they are. You've been following the goat fucker for far too long Snape. It seems to have idled your wits. As much as I despise Dumbledore, he is irrelevant. Don't deny it Snape, we both know that your true master is the Dark Lord, isn't it?" Harry could see a deep-seated fear starting to show on his face.

Severus was simply shocked. He needed to get out of here and inform Dumbledore. There were so many questions in his mind that he couldn't pinpoint where to start. It seems the Phoenix Order has been compromised beyond his wildest dreams. He had to hand it to Potter. He had fooled and screwed them all royally. Salazar Slytherin himself would be proud. Now that he thought about it, he had never seen the Scorpion Sorcerer and Potter at the same time. His second clue was the wand. He now remembered the shiny looking wand when he had seen the Scorpion Sorcerer fight the death eaters back in Surrey at his muggle relations place. Severus was brought back from his musing.

"What! Caught got your tongue?" Harry spat.

Harry banished the scorpion and continued, "Just so you know, I saw in Malfoy's mind that it was you who suggested that your master to kill Charlie Weasley. Just so you know, I considered him an older brother of sorts. Mind you, the people behind me knew him as an actual blood brother. You didn't honestly think that you would get away with this, did you? Another reason, you are here is for us to extract your many dark mysteries Snivellus. As a double agent, you must hold many secrets from both sides of the chessboard. I assure you, one way or another we will find out the truth. "

Snape started laughing. He finally looked at Harry and said, "I have managed to survive Dark Lord and you think that you stand a chance of breaking me? I have known more torture than you can possibly imagine. You are just a little bastard with delusions of being the next Dark Lord, so do your best little boy."

"We'll see." Was all Harry said? He turned around to the rest of the Weasleys and said, "He is yours. Please don't kill him until I've had a chance to look into his mind." Harry then walked out of the Dungeon cell to go work on his little project.

Bill watched Harry leave and he slowly approached Snape until he was within striking distance. Without any warning, Bill backhanded him as hard as he could. Blood immediately started gushing out of the potions master's nose. Bill then began to beat the shit out of the man until he passed out. When he was done, Bill cast several healing charms on Snape and gave him some healing potions.

Fred approached Snape and said, "Well George, I believe it's time for us to use our Genius for the greater good, what do you think?"

"Smashing idea old boy. I think it's time to test the war box." George replied.

Fred turned to his brother and with an evil smirk said, "The war box, you say? Well I can't think of a better person to try it on."

George went and fetched two boxes from one of their packs. He then looked at Snape and said, "We have spent the last two weeks developing a new line of torture pranks we call PPP. By the way that stands for puss, pestilence and pain. Mind you we haven't' tried them on anyone yet. We think you would make a fantastic test subject old boy. "

Fred agreed, "Yes, the perfect test subject." Fred opened the box and pulled out a black looking toffee. He then pinched Snape's nose to force him to breath by the mouth. Fred gave Snape his first candy, and took out a notepad to record observations. It didn't take long for purple looking boils to appear on his body. The boils grew until they exploded and released a very acidic puss. Snape started screaming in pain. The boils kept appearing for about ten minutes.

George for his part pulled out a green looking pastille and fed it to Snape. Within minutes Snape began having terrible flatulence which caused localized acid gas to emanate. Snape began wheezing as his flatulence began burning the inner lining of his lungs.

Severus for his part felt as if he had been branded and forced to breathe molten lava. Over the next two hours, he had been subjected to snakes growing out of his head and biting him, horns piercing his skin, and other types of pustules with different pain characteristics. They finally capped off their session by conjuring an invisible bubble on his head and placing doxins in it. Snape screamed as the little critters attacked his face. The bytes were very painful and poisonous. The poison was necrotic dissolved bits of flesh at each byte site. As he was screaming, Fred and George got on either side of him cast the Crucio spell repeatedly.

Fred finally said, "Hope you enjoy your time in hell."

"I second the motion." George replied.

For his part Severus could barely think as he was in such pain. He would have never predicted in a million years that his end would come about like this. It had all come down to bloody Harry Potter. After hours of repeated torture at the hands of the Weasley boys he had been left alone for about an hour.

Just as her brothers were finishing her potions were almost ready. She was just finishing putting the final touches on her Lethifold, and the Fusilis-Aetna blood potion. The Lethifold potion finished off as a gel. The gel when applied to skin would slowly eat and digest the skin away. It was supposed to be extremely dark and painful potion. The blood potion also known, as the larva potion would cause the person to feel as thought they were burning up from the inside out.

Ginny scooped up several cups of the Lethifold gel and sauntered towards Snape. She noticed that her brother's had done a respectable job on him but decided to heal him a bit. She cast several healing charms and pain relieving spells. She had learned a lot of healing magic from Fleur. After a few rounds of enervate, Snape seemed to be fully awake.

Snape looked up so see the young Weasley trollop looking at him with what he could only describe as cold malice in her eyes. Severus sneered, "What do you want you little cum trough!" He spat. Ginny recoiled at his foul language and without warning she kicked him in the balls. Snape dropped but was still being held by his chains. He was now coughing trying to breathe.

"Mind your manners Snape. You'll be glad to know that not all of your pain will be coming from silly wand waving as you so eloquently called it in your first year speech. The day I found out you were the one responsible for Charlie's death, I have been thinking of ways to get you back. Then I thought why not use potions? Since you loved them so much in life, let's see what you think of them in your torture." Ginny said.

She first petrified him and then removed the top of his robes. She looked at his flabby white skin with disgust. She put a Dragon skin glove on her left hand, and dipped her middle finger in the gel. She then wrote MURDERER on his skin in big bold letters. She then fed him the potion and watched as he started to scream in earnest.

Severus was panting and reeling from the pain. He didn't know how much more he could take. Several attempts had been made by the oldest Weasley to enter his mind. He had fought them off, but he now realized that his shields had been weakening bit by bit. No doubt preparing him for Potter's assault.

Early into the morning hours, Harry walked back into the dungeon and got his first view of Snape. Harry was very pleased with the results. It seemed that some well-deserved retribution had been dished out. Harry walked towards Bill and said, "Any progress yet?"

Bill looked very disappointed and replied, " I'm afraid not Harry. I must say I'm very impressed with his shields. I don't know what else to do. I can't think of any else to dish out."

Harry turned towards Snape and narrowed his eyes. He then turned back to Bill and replied, "I think we need to increase the pain threshold, what do you think?"

Bill frowned and replied, "Like I said, Harry I don't know what to do."

Bill noticed that Harry's face took on a psychotic look to it. Lucifer himself couldn't have been more menacing. Harry pulled out a small looking contraction, with a length of tube hanging out of it. Bill had no idea what it was. Harry walked towards Snape and said, "Well, fuck face, how was your night. You wouldn't believe the peaceful sleep I had."

Snape spit in his face and whispered, "Fuck you to hell Potter."

Harry with pure venom replied, "No, I'm afraid you'll be the one fucking in hell."

Harry whipped out his wand and cast Abeo-Vestitus and made Snape's clothes disappear to Bill's shock. The twins and Ginny were now watching Harry. The next spell to hit Snape was Exstructio-Penis. Suddenly Snape had a full erection of his penis. The next spell to hit him was Intercalo- specillum. The device flew out of his hand and inserted itself inside his penis.

Bill came over with the rest of the Weasley's and said, "Harry, how is that contraption supposed to bring him to the next level of pain?"

Harry looked at Bill and reached in his pocket and handed him another one of the contraptions. While Bill was examining it Harry said, "This is what muggles call a Catheter. It's a device used in muggle medicine to help relieve patients of urine while they are in a deep sleep or a coma. I have modified it to suit my needs. Do you see all of the little slits and holes on the outside of the tube?"

Bill looked at Harry and said, "Well now that you mention it, yah I see all kinds of them. What are they for?"

Harry smirked and replied, "Follow the end of the plastic tubing, you'll see a little button. Push it."

The Weasleys all looked at Harry with curiosity and Bill did as Harry asked. The moment he pushed the button, sharp little spikes and small constantina blades suddenly popped out of the surface of the device. The Weasleys suddenly caught on and the boys felt a strong need to sit down. They were looking at Harry with their mouths open.

Fred and George looked at each other and bellowed, "Holy shit Harry! You don't fuck around do you?"

Bill looked at Ginny and said, "Are you sure you want to see this. I've already allowed you to see more than you should."

"Bill you are talking about a girl who has six brothers. Don't you think that in the course of my life I haven't seen you little manhood at one point or another? Believe me, I'm not seeing anything I haven't seen before. Now shall we get on with this?" she said to her brothers.

Billed shrugged and said, "Harry, do you need any help?"

"No I should be all right. You may want to position yourself. When I'm done be ready to kill him."

Snape meanwhile looked down at himself, and couldn't suppress the shivers racking his body. He couldn't tell if it was the air, the fact that he was in so much pain or the fact that the end was near. He looked at Potter with his glowing green orbs coming towards him and the face that met him was so cold, that even the Dark Lord would shiver looking at it.

Harry took out his wand and tightened his chains so that his limbs were fully extended. He then took the end of tube and pushed the button. Snape bit his lip to prevent himself from screaming. Harry began pulling on the tube. Snape couldn't hold it anymore. He arched his back and let out a blood-curling scream. The inside of his penis was being ripped apart by the contraption. Blood was flowing down his leg.

Harry dropped the tube and opened Snape's eyes with his thumb, and brought forth his full Legillimens powers to bear. Bill was pretty good at it, but Harry was a master. Harry was now hammering Snape's weakened shields. The image he gave Snape was that of a muggle submarine sinking down into the ocean depths until the water pressure crushed it like a can. Harry pictured his attack like the ocean depths. Bit by bit, Snape's Occlumency shields began to crack. Due to his extreme pain and fatigue, the pressure was simply too much to resist and shields finally imploded. Harry quickly sped to the deepest recesses of his memory and started downloading any bits of information that were significant.

Harry was almost done when he noticed a particular memory that caught his attention. He followed the thread and soon found himself watching a young Snape in a bar facing Dumbledore and Sybil Trelawney. He was seeing the day the prophecy was made. Dumbledore had Snape immobilized and was telling him that he was going to get the Dementor's kiss for his crimes as a death eater. Snape made a deal that night to become a spy for his order promising him to pass important information on the Dark Lord's plans and attacks. He sealed the deal on his magic. That night Dumbledore found out who the spy was in the order. Dumbledore knew Pettigrew was the spy all along.

Dumbledore sacrificed his parents. Dumbledore was also the one telling him to divulge a part of the prophecy to the Dark Lord. It was on Snape's words that the Dark Lord went after them. Dumbledore could have been their secret keeper but he knew Pettigrew was a traitor. It was him who planted the seeds of doubt into Black's head so that Black would switch.

Dumbledore knew if his parents died, his hatred for the Dark Lord would drive him to destroy him. He also knew that by placing him with the muggles, instead of letting his Godfather take like he should have according to his parents will. Dumbledore had done this to make him more pliable. He knew Harry would be grateful to be rescued from them and happy to do whatever he asked.

Dumbledore couldn't risk him growing up with his Godfather, even if it was his parent's wish. Dumbledore felt that his Godfather would go dark like the rest of his family, and take the only chance at defeating the Dark Lord with him. Dumbledore orchestrated that night at Halloween to the last detail. He had planned every movement of his life since then. He was the one who had given mother the book on blood charms almost a year before, just after he was born. Dumbledore knew she would read it and use it. He alone knew the full prophecy and he used it in the worst possible way. Dumbledore deprived him of his parents, his childhood, and his life until he decided to take control of his life.

Harry pulled out of Snape's head viciously and bellowed at the top of his lungs, "DUMBLEDOORRRREEE!" Harry moved away from Snape and nodded his head at the Weasleys. Four AVADA KADAVRA shot towards Snape. Severus Snape saw the green lights shooting towards him and welcomed it. The moments the green lights hit, he was gone.

Bill came rushing to Harry and said, "What did you see Harry?"

Harry turned towards Bill and seething with rage, and explained everything he had seen in Snape's memories. They all stood gaping like fish. They all wanted Dumbledore's head on a platter. Bill had to admit it. The old fucker was a master manipulator. Bill now knew that Dumbledore was finished. His days were numbered and his death would be the most gruesome of all. They all looked at Harry and he had that looked they had seen in him when he was completely pissed. Harry wanted retribution, and he was not going to be denied.

Harry looked at Snape's dead body and spit on it. Harry took out a ring and pictured the great hall at Hogwarts. He timed the portkey to activate at breakfast time tomorrow morning. He hung the portkey around Snape's neck and then turned towards the Weasleys and said, "I'll be back later to take care of him. I have some payback to be dishing out."

Harry was turned and started walking when he heard Bill say, "Thanks for everything Harry. We couldn't have done it without you. Charlie has been avenged. Be careful Harry."

Harry stopped but didn't turn around. He simply nodded and kept going. Bill turned around and said, "Ginny go find Remus and explain everything that happened these last eight hours. I need to find Fleur. Fred and George, I'll meet you at the lair later this afternoon. "

Fred replied, "Bill, what do you think Harry is going to do?"

Bill replied, "I don't know, but I would not want to be in Dumbledore's shoes right now. What ever he does, it's going to be equal to the crime that much I know. "The Weasleys left the dungeon looking tired and weary. Bill reflected that they now needed time to put everything into perspective. They now had to find a way to deal with their demons the way Harry dealt with his.