Disclaimer: I own absolutely no characters from the Harry Potter
series whatsoever or I wouldn't be writing this right now.
Revenge
Harry's POV:
It's been 6 years since Bellatrix murdered Sirius. After I got out of Hogwarts I got married to Ginny Weasley and became an Auror. Now my work is devoted to finding and killing Bellatrix Lestrange. Voldemort's dead so we don't worry about him anymore. There's nothing stopping me. Aurors are allowed to kill any Death Eaters left out there, a new rule made by the Minister of Magic, Hermione Jordan, she understands. Neville helps me with my search. He's a respected Auror since he killed Voldemort and a lot of Death Eaters.
I Apparated into the Atrium of the Ministry and strode past the security stand and the fountain. It had been repaired since my fifth year escapade. I jabbed the up button next the lifts and heard a clanking noise. The golden grilles parted and I walked into the lift. I pressed the button that led to my office and waited. After two floors of loneliness, Ron Weasley from the Department of Magical Games and Sports hopped into the lift.
"Alright then, Ron?" I asked cheerily.
"Couldn't be better, you been taking care of my sister?" he demanded in mock anger.
"Of course" I said.
Ron got of on his floor and I was alone again. Only one more floor. Finally the grilles slid open and I stepped into the corridor of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. My cubicle was all the way at the end of the corridor and the sound of people laughing made my head ache. I finally reached my cubicle and the sneering face of Bellatrix Lestrange bore down on me. My IN box was overflowing and about ten memo airplanes soared down to my desk at the same time bring the total amount to about twenty.
I had to talk to Hermione before I did anything. I grabbed a piece of Charmed paper and scribbled on it:
Mione,
Is there anything new on Bellatrix or any Death Eaters? Send an answer soon this is urgent.
Harry
I tapped the already folded airplane with my wand to magically seal it and gave it a little throw. It soared through the corridor and out of sight. I sighed and started on my IN box. About ten minutes later a memo-plane came zooming toward me. I grabbed it and tapped it with my wand. It unsealed and I read the note written in Hermione's hand:
Dear Harry,
I've heard something from Neville, go to him and ask about it.
Mione
I finished the note and bolted out of my chair. Neville's cubicle was quite a way away and I needed to get there quick. The motto of an Auror was "Never dismiss a lead, even if it be unlikely." In other words even if the lead it millions of miles away from the last lead, it could still be it. I sure hoped this was it.
What do you think? This is my first fic written after OotP and I really, really, really HATE Bellatrix Lestrange. In this fic, she dies slowly and painfully. Hehehehehe..
Revenge
Harry's POV:
It's been 6 years since Bellatrix murdered Sirius. After I got out of Hogwarts I got married to Ginny Weasley and became an Auror. Now my work is devoted to finding and killing Bellatrix Lestrange. Voldemort's dead so we don't worry about him anymore. There's nothing stopping me. Aurors are allowed to kill any Death Eaters left out there, a new rule made by the Minister of Magic, Hermione Jordan, she understands. Neville helps me with my search. He's a respected Auror since he killed Voldemort and a lot of Death Eaters.
I Apparated into the Atrium of the Ministry and strode past the security stand and the fountain. It had been repaired since my fifth year escapade. I jabbed the up button next the lifts and heard a clanking noise. The golden grilles parted and I walked into the lift. I pressed the button that led to my office and waited. After two floors of loneliness, Ron Weasley from the Department of Magical Games and Sports hopped into the lift.
"Alright then, Ron?" I asked cheerily.
"Couldn't be better, you been taking care of my sister?" he demanded in mock anger.
"Of course" I said.
Ron got of on his floor and I was alone again. Only one more floor. Finally the grilles slid open and I stepped into the corridor of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. My cubicle was all the way at the end of the corridor and the sound of people laughing made my head ache. I finally reached my cubicle and the sneering face of Bellatrix Lestrange bore down on me. My IN box was overflowing and about ten memo airplanes soared down to my desk at the same time bring the total amount to about twenty.
I had to talk to Hermione before I did anything. I grabbed a piece of Charmed paper and scribbled on it:
Mione,
Is there anything new on Bellatrix or any Death Eaters? Send an answer soon this is urgent.
Harry
I tapped the already folded airplane with my wand to magically seal it and gave it a little throw. It soared through the corridor and out of sight. I sighed and started on my IN box. About ten minutes later a memo-plane came zooming toward me. I grabbed it and tapped it with my wand. It unsealed and I read the note written in Hermione's hand:
Dear Harry,
I've heard something from Neville, go to him and ask about it.
Mione
I finished the note and bolted out of my chair. Neville's cubicle was quite a way away and I needed to get there quick. The motto of an Auror was "Never dismiss a lead, even if it be unlikely." In other words even if the lead it millions of miles away from the last lead, it could still be it. I sure hoped this was it.
What do you think? This is my first fic written after OotP and I really, really, really HATE Bellatrix Lestrange. In this fic, she dies slowly and painfully. Hehehehehe..