Harry was always kind of surprised that no one had guessed who had betrayed them to Voldemort. He thought it was rather obvious really, after all that they had done to him, did they really believe that he would stay loyal to them. They had locked him up with his horrible muggle relatives, lied to him, stolen his money, planned out his life for him, including his marriage and career, and then worst of all when he had stepped out of line they had used spells and potions to make him do as they wished. They had taken away his childhood, his choices and then planned to take his life. Harry stood cloaked and hooded behind the Dark Lord as he gloated to the captured people. Harry could see among them a bloody and bruised Ron, Hermione whose torn robes gave evidence as to her treatment during her captivity, Ginny had the glazed eyes of someone who had spent too much time under the cruciatus curse, Neville was missing an eye, McGonagall's normally tight bun was out of place and she was holding her bleeding shoulder, and the others were in similar condition. Dumbledore alone did not look as if he had been in battle and lost, his hideous orange robed with neon pink sheep roaming on them did not have a single speak of dust, he was free of blood and his eyes still twinkled.

"Give up Voldemort, you will be defeated. Harry will avenge us." His voice was proud and mocking.

Voldemort laughed, "Harry Potter? You think Harry Potter will avenge you? You're more delusional than I ever thought. Your saviour has betrayed you." Voldemort held out his hand and Harry stepped forward, and removed his hood. His face was blank but his eyes glittered with a triumphant gleam. Voldemort cupped a hand around Harry face in a mock caring gesture. Harry tilted his head into the hand. "You betrayed him and he came to me."

"Oh Harry, what have you done?" Dumbledore's voice was disappointed. Harry just stared at him blankly.

Voldemort laughed cruelly, "I don't know why you bother Dumbledore, he's mine..." Voldemort made a choking noise and clutched the dagger sticking out of his chest, he turned to Harry, "Why?" he choked out.

Harry smiled, "You killed my family." Voldemort gurgled and looked to his minions, none of whom were moving to assist him. He slowly sunk to the ground, and chocked out his last breath lying in a blood of his own blood.

"Harry, my boy, you've defeated him." Dumbledore was pleased and the captured people started to cheer.

Hermione spoke her voice trembling with joy, "Oh Harry, I knew you would never betray us."

Harry looked at her a smiled vaguely, their cheering slowly died down as there was no move made to release them. Harry continued to smile as the prisoners began to grow more apprehensive, Harry looked at them and smiled brightly as he spoke. "Kill them all."

As the screams started Harry turned and skipped out of the room. Harry giggled to himself, soon all those who had hurt him would be dead. The order and his friends were dying now and soon the Death Eaters would be dying as well. Harry was planning to destroy everyone, the wizards who had celebrated the death of his parents, the muggles who had never helped him, soon Harry would have his revenge.

Harry laughed as the fires bloomed around him, as the screams rose in volume, as blood flowed in the street. Yes, soon he would have his revenge.