Mad Circle

AN: This story is the product of a plot bunny supped up on a shit load of caffeine. It came to me while I was writing a scene from PUTM. This is about a fem-harry that has been influenced by both Voldemort and Bellatrix. This one will be almost completely AU since I don't plan on her going too Hogwarts and she will be as dark if not darker than both Voldemort and Bellatrix, with a mix of the Joker with Harley Quinn (one of my favorite female super villains), combined. So yeah she's going to be crazy as fuck. Since I'm making this up as I go along I'm just going to sat that this will have Violence, Language, and Sex. If you've read my other stories than you know what might show up in here as well.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Chapter One: What Was His Real Intention?

There was a place, and at this place sat house, and in that house a girl sat. Though that wasn't just any girl, no this was a girl, which even at a tender age of one, had the gleam of madness in her killing-curse green eyes. This girl was something even her parents didn't understand. "Something's not right about her." Her father would say, and her mother wouldn't deny it. When she would fall a bleed she wouldn't cry, no she would giggle. Her toy dolls became mutilated. The thing that terrified them the most was the way she watched, always watching, like she was planning the best way to kill you. Even though they were terrified of her they still loved her. They even loved her enough to die for her, because a Prophecy tells that she will be the one to defeat the dark lord. To bad for them they didn't know the Prophecy was wrong. This girl was Harley Quinn Potter.

The day had started of like any other for the Potter family. Lily Potter woke up with her husbands arms wrapped around her. She smiled as she gently slipped away and padded to her daughters room. Like always she found her daughter already awake and just sitting there playing with the bed sheet. The child's black hair reminded her of James but its straightness matched her own. Her daughter also had her green eyes but hers didn't glow like her daughters. She frowned but quickly caught herself when Harley looked up. It was then Harley did something that she had never done before. She raised her arms as if asking to be picked up. This shocked Lily greatly because her daughter hated to be touched. "You? You want me to hold you?" She asked her. Harley Just stretched out further to her. Lily quickly moved toward her with happy tears in her eyes. "I knew there was nothing wrong with you, my sweet baby. My little Harlequin. Momma loves you so, so much." Lily said as she cried holding her child tight to her bosom. Still smiling she carried her down stairs and into the kitchen. "How about you help me make some breakfast for us and your daddy? What do you want, pancakes or French toast?" Harley pointed to the picture of pancakes on the box. "Good choice."

The Mother and Daughter Duo had just finished setting the table and were about to go wake James when he lumbered down the stairs. "Oh look sweetie there's your handsome father." She said bouncing Harley who she had yet to put down. Harley giggled at her father's messy mane. He did a double take at his daughter and wife. "What this?" He asked sitting at the table. Lily smiled and sat next to him. "I don't know I went to check on her and she wanted to be held. She even helped me cook." She said feeding a bite of pancake to her daughter that was sitting on her lap. "She just asked to be picked up?" James asked dumbstruck to which Lily nodded vigorously. He smiled back at her.

Like in all tragic tales, the happiness does not last, because well, a tragedy strikes. It was late that night on Halloween, when it happened. James had been entertaining his daughter with magic when the door was blown open. "Lily! Take Harley and run!" He yelled as Lily carried their giggling daughter to her room. Placing her in the crib, Lily quickly shut and warded the door. Though this was futile because as soon as she moved back the door exploded causing Harley to laugh in joy again. "I won't let you kill my daughter." Lilly declared moving in front of the robbed man. "Move mudblood and I'll spare you this once." The man said flicking her wand away. "Never!" She cried as the green light stuck her chest. "Foolish girl I have no intentions of killing your child." The man said as he stepped over the body. "You child will be mine!" He hissed as a gold light seeped from his wand and into the still giggling girl's head. The Prophecy was right about one thing, I did mark her as my equal. The man thought as he looked at her now white streaks that ran through her raven black hair. An attribute that many will that assume was caused by the killing curse and not the knowledge transfer spell that he really used. That right Voldemort transfer nearly sixty years of knowledge and experience into his prophesied one-year-old enemy. Those who know him would ask why? Why would he give such a powerful tool to his enemy? Should he choose to answer it would be to try and turned to his side. What he didn't know was that she already was on his side and that he just gave her the tool to become one of his most loyal and powerful followers.

Truly this night just didn't go as he planed even though he was more successful than he knew. He had planed to let the mudblood live and only modify her memory so that she would become a loyal servant as well, but she pissed him off and now she's dead. He sighed. "What am I going to do with you now?" He pondered. "I guess I could allow Bellatrix to raise you. She's always wanted a child." The Dark Lord decided so he went to pick her up. What he was not expecting was for the wards that Lily had placed on her daughter would be powered by her sacrifice, and when he placed his hands on her it caused his body to exploded destroying a good chunk of the house. Moments later a scruffy looking man that she identified as her god-father came in and screamed in rage as found the bodies of his friends. He left as quickly as he came and was followed by a gigantic oaf of a man that carried her out of the house and to a motorcycle. Hagrid. The oaf's name is Hagrid. The child giggled as the voice hissed in her mind.

The giants overpowering stench caused her to eventually pass out as they were flying over London. As she slept, in her mind she rapidly relived Tom Riddles early life up until he was three. She saw the distain he was giving just for being different and wondered if her parents would have been the same as his Filthy muggle caretakers.

She awoke but pretended to sleep when the motorbike jerked on the ground. "Ah Hagrid. Everything went alright I suppose?" The oaf dismounted from the bike and move to an older man's side. Dumbledore, never look him in the eye until you've master Occlumency. "Ay Prof'ssor the little tike fell asleep just over Bristol, sir." He said while handing me to the old man. "Good that's good." The girl noticed a rather stiff looking woman of to the side. McGonagall, talented at transfiguration. Maybe we should try to convince her to join us later? The voice thought. "Albus what is wrong with her hair?" The woman asked. "I believe that this was caused by when Voldemort's killing curse backfired on him." He walked up to a house with a number four on the side. "Good bye Harley Potter I'll see you Hogwarts." With that the three were gone and the girl laid upon the doorstep of Number four Privet Drive.

Xx Age Five xX

I hate muggles. Filthy, nasty, muggles. I live with three of them. One is a whale, another is a baby whale, and the third is horse.You always could just kill them. Mista' V I need a wand for that, silly. I giggled when my master shrugged. I had already seen and lived through Mista' V life so I know what why he hates muggles jus like I do. In fact lately I've even noticed similarities between his and mine. He lived in an orphanage. I live with my aunt and uncle. He was forced to do chores while other kids went out and played. I'm forced to do chores while Dudley gets to sit on his fat ass and play all day. He often went with out meals. I'm lucky to sneak a bite while I'm making their food. But the thing that really connects us together is that we both are, or were in his case, beaten daily. One thing different though is that while he blocked out the pain and remained stoic I embraced the pain and laughed through it. Actually that might be why my uncle did what he did.

Almost six months ago my uncle had come home from work in a bad mood because he was passed up for a promotion. That day I was running late with making dinner because my aunt had trouble at the store and had only just returned a few minutes before he walked in. He came into the kitchen just as the water had started to boil in its pot. "Girl! Why isn't my dinner on the table?" He bellowed at him. I gave him a look that said 'you are beneath me' and replied. "Because your wife was late coming from the store and I was only able to start cooking, you disgusting muggle." I muttered the last part under my breath. "YOU! How dare you talk back to me!" He yelled as he grabbed me and through me into the stove causing the pot of boiling water to crash on to my back. I could already feel my skin begin to blister. Instead of crying like any other four almost five year old, I laughed and that only made him angrier. "You little freak you think this is funny? No matter what I do you always laugh and you're always smiling! I give you something to smile about!" He roared into my face after slamming it into the counter. "Let's see you smile now!" He screamed as he stuck the kitchen knife into my mouth. "Are ready to smile?" He didn't wait for a response, no he just slashed up from one corner of my mouth through my cheek and then repeated on the other side. I didn't laugh that time. Instead I fell silent for two months after my aunt had stitched me up, once it no longer hurt I became quite fond of my scars, because now no matter what happens I'll always smile.

After my brief flashback I returned to my current chore, cleaning out the attic. I had been up here for most of the day when I found a trunk with the name Evans and the Hogwarts crest etched into it. Being mildly surprised and incredibly curious I opened the trunk. I was high irritated when all I found in there was a bunch of books, some old robes, and school supplies. It wasn't until the very bottom that I became excited again. First I found what I assumed to be my mothers engagement ring. It was silver with three rubies surrounding a small diamond. I pocketed that and looked back in the trunk and found something that made me crackle in glee. I reached down and plucked out my mother's wand. You know...that's a wand? Yes go on. I prodded. And we have three unsuspecting muggles downstairs... Mista' V are you suggesting that I go down there and kill my relatives? No... I saying you should kill them and use their deaths to make that ring in your pocket a Horcrux. My grin stretched even beyond my scars. Why Mista' V you're one sly snake aren't you? I was a Slytherin. I could never be a Slytherin, I'm much too...blunt. I giggled when he sighed.

I kept giggling as I walked down the stairs with the wand clutched tightly in my hand. When I reached the last step my giggling had evolved into full-blown laughter. "Girl keep it down!" I heard my uncle yell from the living room. "HA-ha-ah-ha but uncle I have a.. he-he, um surprise for you!" I said with my shoulders shaking from holding back my laughter. I raised the wand. "AVADA KEDAVRA!" I cast at my uncle, who was hit center of his back. Dudley screamed and waddled as fast as he could but he wasn't fast enough because I cast a sent a silent severing charm which hit his groin and then another killing curse at his back causing him to collapse dead. Looking at both of their bodies I couldn't help it I collapsed into a fit of giggles. I saw my aunt come in from the kitchen to see what all the noise was about when she saw her son's dead body staring up at her. "Silencio." I threw at her to prevent her from scream. "Now, now auntie, we uh, can't have you screaming, you understand." I flicked the wand and she flew unto the couch. "Do you know what this is about to be?" I asked her when I pulled out my mothers ring. "This is going to uh, become a Horcrux. That means that a piece of my um, soul is going to live in here, and as long as this survives that means that I can never, well uh, die. You see all I have to do is say a very old, um spell, and then a little piece of me goes in here. Well after I kill you that is." Her eyes widened and she struggled against the magic that was holding her down. It took me three minutes to recite the whole spell and three seconds to kill my aunt. I have know idea how Mista' V was able to split his soul six times I mean just the once had me ready to die. I could barley move to hide the ring under the floorboards of my cupboard; I was in so much pain.

But I hid it successfully moved back to the living room just as the Aurors Apparated in. Quickly you must kill them! "Avada Kedavra!" I flung at one of them just as he turned to face me, the rest quickly disarmed me and bound me. I guess I was I little tried form before. "Jesus Christ Dawlish is dead!" I tall back man said as he looked over at me. I just grinned right back and started to sing.

"One, Two, Forgive me I'm still a little new"

"Three, four, I killed the whore" I sang looking at my aunt.

"Five, six, I removed their dicks" I gestured to my cousin.

"Seven, eight, Death doesn't wait" I grinned at my uncles body.

"Nine, ten, I'll see you again." I said staring the black man in the eye, before giggling madly. "Jesus Mad-Eye she's insane." I struggled against my bonds with a wild look in my eyes. "I am not crazy!" I screamed at him and snapped my teeth trying to bite him from across the room. The man called Mad-Eye sent a stunner at me and I knew no more.

The next thing that I knew I sitting and chained to a chair in the middle of a court room surrounded by old people. One of them was standing beside me my master told me that this was Albus Dumbledore. "So is this standard procedure for all five year olds?" I asked to the gathered ancients. The one in the middle, who my master told me was the minister, answered. "Harley Quinn Pott-!" I cut him off. "Just Harley Quinn. I don't want my fathers last name." I glared at me. "You are being charged with using eight counts of under aged magic, four uses of the killing curse, and four counts of murder, three of which were muggles and the fourth was one of our own Aurors. How do you plead?" The old coot answered for me. "Not guilty." I cleared my throat. "I think he was talking to me." I said with a glare. "I plead guilty, and I would like to add that it would have been six counts of murder, but I uh, got tired." I said with a laugh. An older woman stood. "Would you consent to taking Veritaserum?" I cocked my head. "What's that?" I asked pretending not to know. "A truth potion." She answered. "You think I'm lying? I tell I killed those filthy muggles and the blood-traitor and you think I'm lying! Let me tell you something I. Never Lie!" I said in rage and then very sweetly said "Sure I'll take the potion." I grinned that their faces. The black man came up to me with a potion. "Careful I bite." I snapped at him and crackled. He just tilted my head back and poured three drops on my tongue.

My eyes became glazed. "State your name for the Ministry." The same woman said. "Harley Quinn." She waited for my to continue. "Please state your full name." Again I replied "Harley Quinn." "When is your birthday?" My eyebrows scrunched together. "I've never had one that I can recall." She looked to the Minister. He asked the next question "Did you kill the four people in question?" I turned to him. "Yes." I answered. Most of the others in the room gasped. "Why?" He continued. "Because they were nothing but filthy muggles who thought they were better than me." I saw a few members nod while most were disgusted. "Where did you get the wand?" Another man asked. "It was in a trunk in their attic. I think it was my mothers." The first lady who was still standing asked me one final question. "Where did you get those scars?" I grinned at her. "Well you see I was always a very happy girl, always smiling and laughing, even though I was punished if my chores weren't perfectly and sometimes even if they were. Anyways I had started dinner late one night and uncle didn't like that, not one bit. So he took and threw me into the stove spilling a pot of hot water down my back, I got scars there to want to see. No? Oh well maybe some other time. Back to the story, Even though my back was becoming blistered due to the water I still laughed it off and started to clean up. Well uh you see, uncle wasn't happy that I was um laughing, you see he wanted me to scream, but you see I said no, wasn't going to do it any you can't make me. Apparently he didn't like that I was always smiling so he decided to give me a reason to smile. He stuck the knife my mouth and made these. I kind of like them though, you know what they say a smile and laughter will heal the soul." I chuckled which turned into of full-blown hysterical laugh.

I watched as most of their faces turned into horrified ones, though because of what I don't know. "Your honors please I beg you to ignore what Miss Potter has said." I glared at Dumbledork. "It's Quinn." I snarled at him. "Miss Potter is being controlled by Lord Voldemort." There was a gasp among the crowd. Once again I cocked my head. "No I'm not I did all that because I didn't want to be a slave." He sighed. "I have strong suspicions that Lord Voldemort made several Horcruxes and that Miss Potter here was made into one by accident." Sorry Professor but I may have all of the real me's knowledge but that's all I am, no soul here. I giggle at my master. "Why is this old goat here?" I asked the Minister. His lips twitch slightly. "He's here because he's your magical guardian." My eye's narrowed. "Send him away then because he appears to be Miss Potter's guardian, while I am Miss Quinn. So tell him to get the fuck out cause all he's doing is trying to get me to deny what I did and make the rest of you look like fools." I huffed. "Alright that is enough all in favor dropping all charges?" No one raised their hand. "All in favor of ordering the Dementor's kiss?" Only a few raised their hands. "All in favor of life imprisonment in Azkaban?" Every other hand rose into the air. "So mote it be. Harley Quinn you are hereby sentenced to a life-long imprisonment at Azkaban. You will be held in a holding cell until Five O' Clock when you will be shipped to Azkaban. This Court is adjourned.

XxxX

Harley sat in a small holding cell while she waited for her escorts. Her hands and feet where shackled and there were two guards watching from just out side the bars of her cell. "So... You guys come here often?" When one the guards sneered at her. "What the hell happened to you? You defeated You-Know-Who? You were our savior!" She smirked. "I'm sorry I-Know-Who? I don't know who, and I don't know you." She giggled. The other guard looked up from his paper. "Corrish! Just leave her alone. You heard what she said at the trail, she's completely bonkers!" The girl stopped giggling and came as close as she could to the bars. She watched them for a moment before whispering softly. "Please help me... he's in here... I can't get him out...in my head... I do things... he makes me do things! He won't stop! MAKE HIM STOP!" She screamed and collapsed on the floor crying. The one reading the paper ran to the cell. "Shit! Go get a healer!" He yelled and as the other ran off he opened the cell. "It's alright, we're going to get you help." The girl immediately stopped and grabbed his wand. "Crucio!" She madly crackled. "Oh no, it's you that's going to need help. To bad you'll be dead before it gets here." She taunted with a sneer. Over and over she tortured him with the spell as his screams bleed through the corridor.

Soon several Aurors and a Healer approached the cell they could hear the screams partnered with a child-like giggling. Just before the reached the cell they heard a child's voice tainted with madness. "You really shouldn't have called me uh, crazy. Avada Kedavra!" Aurors disarmed her but it was to late the bright green light had already struck the downed Auror, killing him. "Oh lookie more people to play with!" The young female Healer was stunned. She had never seen any die like this, and never had she heard of a child being the one to do it. It made her sick. Corrish had run in screaming about how Harley Potter was screaming about someone in her head, but from what she could see this wasn't the case. This was pure and simple manipulation and murder. She fooled McCallie, the dead Auror, into lowering his guard and he paid the price...with his life. "What's the matter Doc? Haven't you ever seen a stiff before?" The demented child snickered. "You're a monster!" The horrified Healer stated. The girl only beamed up at her. "No.. I'm the future and five." The small girl said with the utmost conviction.

XxxX

After my fun with the guard, they sorta didn't trust me anymore so now I have magic suppressing shackles on and a grand total of five guards. Luckily for me it was almost time for my extended trip to my hotel. "Hey am I ever going to get to eat, cause you know a growing girl needs her vegetables?" One of my guards turned to me. "Shut up! If you're lucky they give you a late dinner in your cell!" He yelled at me. I grinned right back. "You know... I supposed to be this great savior? Well I can guarantee that I save you after your wife and kids have been raped and murdered." His face reddened in rage and he charged towards me, but was grabbed by the called Mad-Eye. "Tom stop. This is what she wants. She was baiting you." I frowned. "You take the fun out of everything." I said before chuckling. It was then that the Old Goat along with the Minister came to see me. "Her transports here." The Minister said to Mad-Eye. Dumbledork looked at me. "Why did you kill McCallie?" I sneered. "He said I was completely bonkers. I. Am. Not. Crazy! I just... uh, convinced him of that." He frowned. "You tortured him and then killed him." I looked him it the eye before shrugging. "Same thing." I chirped before laughing.

They had to take a boat to reach Azkaban. Apparently it's on an island in the middle of the North Sea. I could see it now. A large triangle shaped tower on an island surrounding by unnatural churning seas. I could see cloaked shapes floating in the sky. They seemed to suck the warmth out of everything. I shivered in the cold but still kept my smile on. They won't break me. Nothing can break me. Those are Dementors Harley. They'll suck the happiness right out of you. Mista' V I'm full of happiness. Even with my teeth chattering I was able to let out a giggle or three. The boat finally docked and I was roughly handled of the boat. "Hey now careful with the merchandise. It's fragile." I said to the guard that grabbed my hair. He shoved me into a room that look like a hospital. An older man came out. "What this? This is no place for a child!" He said outraged. The guard named Tom spoke up. "This child killed three muggles and an Auror. Then while she was in a holding cell, she tortured and killed a second Auror that was only trying to help her!" He spat. I glared at him. "Hey! I was perfectly content to just wait until I was brought here. It was his uh, fault! He shouldn't have called me crazy. Cause I'm uh, not!" I huffed at him and giggled at the Healers face. The Healer told my guards to set me on the bed while went to find a female guard. He quickly came back with a guard. He conjured a privacy screen and she went to unshackle me. "Wait!" Called out Mad-Eye. "Give us your wand. We don't want a repeat of earlier." The women was confused but handed over her wand. I groaned. "Seriously Mad-Eye you really are a party pooper!" I called out to him as she released me and handed me a set of grey robes that were way to big. "Um boss lady, these uh, don't fit." I chuckled. She stoically replied. "Those are the smallest ones we have. Once you're in your cell I'll shrink them." I shrugged.

They led me into an elevator and up to the top floor. Nearly the complete opposite end from the elevator we stopped at an open cell. It was dirty and small, maybe five feet by five feet, completely stonewalls. I had a small window with bars and about seven feet off the ground. They shoved me in and shackled me to the two chains embedded to the left and right wall. I immediately felt my magic suppressed and blocked. They slammed the iron bared door shut and true to her word she shrunk my clothing. Once again Tom opened his fat mouth. "Would you look at that it's Bellatrix Lestrange." He said looking at the cell across from me. Stretching I was barley able to reach my gate. She didn't have as much trouble. Probably cause she's bigger than me. "Yes fat-ass? May I help you? If you're looking for you wand I think I saw it under your third chin there." I giggled loudly drawing her attention. "That was a good one." The women smiled at me. Tom sneered at the two of us. "Fuck, you two are like two peas in a pod. Bellatrix Lestrange meet you neighbor Harley Quinn Potter." I growled at his back as they all walked away. "Its just Quinn, you arrogant whale."

Once they were gone Bellatrix continued to look at me. "Harley Potter... They girl-who-lived. The girl that defeated the dark lord." I scoffed. "I didn't defeat Master. My mudblood mother did." Bellatrix's eyes widened. "What?" I grinned at her. "That night Mista' V came to my house to give me a gift if you will. He uh, put his thoughts into my head to get me to join him when I was older, but he didn't know that I would have joined him anyways. I hate muggles, that why I uh, killed my relatives, they were muggles. So anyways he killed my parents and then gave me his memories. You know before his body was destroyed he was planning on giving me to you to raise, I think it's a little uh, funny that we meet up here. So yeah when he grabbed me the blood wards that my mother place on me attacked him, but since I killed my aunt and uncle those wards no longer exist. Don't worry though Mista' V is still around and he'll come for uh, me and I guess you too." For a moment Bellatrix was stunned but then her face slowly into a grin. "You know what Miss Quinn? I think you and I are going to get along just fine." My face matched hers.

Xx Age Fifteen xX

In Azkaban Prison, on the top most floor laid the maximum security wing. It was from this wing that two years ago that Sirius Black was the first person to successfully escape from there. Ironically it was also in this wing that Harley Quinn, formerly Potter, also resided, and he didn't know it. Maybe if he did he would have taken her him with for you see she was his Goddaughter. Then he might have noticed the similarities between her and his cousin Bellatrix, who still sits in the cell across form his God-daughter, and decided to leave her there. Very few people knew that Harley Quinn would be pardoned for all her previous crimes today by Minister Fudge and be released back into the Wizarding world. A tall black man by the name of Kingsley Shacklebolt was being led though the twisting corridors of Azkaban to free a criminal he arrested himself along with his mentor Mad-Eye Moody. He stopped in front of a cell to small for a grown man or woman to lay flat. What he saw shocked him. Inside was a young woman that he knew was only fifteen years old. She was skeleton-like and her face gaunt and shadowed. Those this was disturbing to most, he was used too it from the Azkaban Prisoners. What threw him for a loop though was what she was doing? She was humming, children's rhymes and was walking around on her hands. If you could ignore her appearance of dirty old robes and greasy, white-streaked raven hair, it would appear that she was affected at all by the Dementors. "Oy Harley! It looks like you have some visitors!" Bellatrix called out. In an unnatural show of flexibility she bent backwards and stood. "Ta-da! So what can a pretty lil' thing like me uh, do for such a gathering of fine strong men uh, like yourselves?" She said as she sauntered toward the bars. Kingsley spoke "You been pardoned of all your crimes and are free to go so long as you agree to spend your next three years attending Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardly. And that you don't perform any illegal acts." He spoke as if the words burned him. Harley's stupefied look stretched into an impossible grin. "Reaaaally? How interesting."

XxxX

In the past four years there have been three attempts to bring Voldemort only the last though was successful. Each time before his plans had been foiled by the Golden Trio, consisting Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, and Neville Longbottom. In their first year of Hogwarts Voldemort had possessed their Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor to try to steal the Philosopher's stone. So sneaking past a three headed dog, escaping a deadly plant, catching a flying key, battling their way across a chess board, and solving a riddle that if wrong could be fatal, they caught up with Voldemort and were able to stall him long enough for the headmaster to show up. In their second year Ron's younger sister Ginny was also possessed by one of Voldemort's Horcruxes and opened the Chamber of Secrets. So after half a dozen petrifactions which included Hermione, Neville and Ron followed Ginny down in to the chamber and slew the Basilisk with the sword of Gryffindor and then destroyed Voldemort's dairy with a Basilisk fang. In their the year Voldemort didn't make an appearance but instead Sirius Black did. People assume that he was there looking for Harley Potter since very few people new that she was locked away in Azkaban. The Trio later found out that he was after Scabbers, Ron's pet rat, who was actually Peter Pettigrew. Unfortunately he escaped and Sirius was unable to prove his innocence so he has gone into hiding with the help of Dumbledore.

Finally last year, Bartemius Crouch Junior impersonated Alastor Moody and taught DADA at Hogwarts. At some point he slipped Neville's name into the Goblet of Fire for the tri-wizard tournament. During the third task Neville was captured and used in a ritual to resurrect Lord Voldemort and when he told Minister Fudge this he was thought to be lying. Ironically this lead to Harley's freedom. Dumbledore believing that her stay in Azkaban might have cured her so that she could becomes the Wizarding Worlds savior again, and Voldemort knowing the truth pushed Lucius Malfoy to convince Fudge to pardon her which he did. So now the Wizarding World is about is about to the True Mistress of Chaos as she slaughters her way to reunite with her Master.