Vengeance from Beyond the Grave

Wanda: Surprise! I haven't forgotten about this one! A short update, but I just got too many ideas at once. Anyway, this chapter is a bit shorter, but I hope you'll all enjoy it. I do not own Harry Potter.

Chapter 2: Vengeance

Fenrir Greyback had been unleashed by Voldemort to cause terror not long after the successful attack on the Ministry. He had bitten many people, killed others, and ruined lives.

Then, one day, people came out onto the street and found his body riddled with crossbolts, his head cut off and impaled on a silver spike.

His latest would-be victim, little Nina Ender, insisted that a black cloaked angel had come down from heaven and rescued her. Her mother was too relieved to press the story, instead electing to threaten any reporters with bodily harm if they approached the family before immediately emigrating to Australia.

That would have been strange enough. The next day, Dolores Umbridge was also found decapitated in her own heavily warded home, her eyes gouged out and the hair cut off before the skull was planted on a spike. The aurors found her body had been bled white, with the words I Must Not Tell Lies written on the wall in blood.

Literally no one showed up to her funeral – except for a pair of former Hufflepuffs who elected to piss on her grave.

Walden McNair was found next. Despite having gone into pseudo Mad Eye Moody paranoia, retreating from society, he was still killed. When examining the scene of the crime, Kingsley Shackabolt found that a hole had been punched through the wall with extreme force. He reported that it was unlike any magic he had ever seen.

Lucius Malfoy was next, though oddly his wife and son weren't hurt – physically anyway, they were pretty psychologically damaged when they were finally coaxed out of their mansion. Lucius had been stabbed through the lung and had choked to death on his own blood.

The Carrow Siblings died at Hogwarts. The official explanation was that they wandered into the more dangerous parts of the greenhouse while drunk and failed to properly fend of the Devil's Snare, though none of the teachers believed that – the strangulation marks on their neck better fit human hands.

Though Amycus's two daughters, Hestia and Flora, seemed oddly unfazed by the deaths. In fact, they didn't show up for the funeral, instead disappearing from the country. They would be seen a few years later comfortably settled down in Canada.

The spectre that Nina insisted she had seen appeared in the Ministry Atrium shortly a few days after that. In front of dozens of witnesses, he seemingly froze time, before going about systematically offing various Ministry members, some of whom had their right arm cut off leaving a pulsing dark mark exposed. Others died without this mutilation, but they were known to be either apathetic towards the atrocities being committed or exploiting them out of spite towards 'new bloods'.

Bellatrix Lestrange and her husband died next. Bella's body was burned so badly that she had to be identified by her DNA; signs showed that she had put up quite a vicious fight but her attempt to use Fiendfyre backfired on her.

Her husband and his brother Rabastian were both mutilated and decapitated, which seemed to be this mysterious spectre's MO.

Rumours about this vigilante ran rampant as the news spread. Some people classed it as divine retribution from all of Voldemort's past victims, while others suggested it may be some anonymous muggleborn driven too far by the return of one of history's greatest muggle hater.

No one person seemed to agree on the story – the only consistent details were that he would appear in a flash of light and overpower the offending party with moves too fast to see. Young muggleborns, especially in Hogwarts, tentatively hypothesized that he was a guardian angel sent to protect them.

Despite some effort, none of the would be victims managed to catch a glimpse of their saviour's face. Nina said that he was hidden by his hood; perhaps it was a disillusionment charm to protect his identity from potential retaliation. At least, that's what everyone said.

Ginny Weasley would say differently. But she was a special case.

**With Ginny, Hogsmeade**

"Fuck," Ginny muttered as an explosive alarm rang throughout the seemingly silent and abandoned village. "Should have expected that...damn it, should have waited for Hermione and Luna..."

That was mostly her fault. She had wanted to chase their solid lead on the horxcrux in Hogwarts – not meander around talking to senile old folk like Bagshot. Since Hermione could take care of Luna, she had decided to try to strike her own blow. Unfortunately, the intangible charm she had placed on herself while sneaking in hadn't been quite strong enough.

Snatchers and low ranking death eaters swarmed the village. When they saw Ginny, they grinned, thinking she'd be easy prey.

They were proven wrong very quickly.

Ginny had been a good dueller before Voldemort's return, but with that advent she had learned many lethal spells. She was the only Hogwarts student aside from Hermione who could cast Fiendfyre without loosing control of it.

She killed seven of them, but the numbers were threatening to overwhelm her and she was backed into an alleyway. Ginny was just trying to think of a new strategy when a blinding light forced her to cover her eyes.

When it cleared, the familiar cloaked figure who had been all over the Daily Prophet for the last several weeks was standing between her and the group of Death Eaters. The men let out a disturbed cry when they realized who they were facing, before they all simultaneously threw the killing curse at him.

Before everyone's stunned eyes, the green spells harmlessly disappated when they hit his cloak.

The man – boy – let out a soft chuckle. Then he whipped out a scythe from thin air and spun in a circle. The blade glowed while and tore through all thirty men as if they were made of paper, all in a just a few twirls.

Ginny stood stone still, watching as the figure straightened up and turned towards her. "Thank you..." She asked after she had caught her breath. As grateful as she was for him rescuing her, she was still slightly wary. "What are you doing out here...?"

"..."

"Who are you?"

The boy let out another quiet laugh before saying, "Never thought I'd hear that." the girl's heart stopped. That voice was very familiar...

He turned around to face her and pulled his hood back with one bony hand, revealing wind swept black hair and emerald green eyes.

Ginny felt light headed. Her eyes had to be deceiving her. "H...Harry...!?"

Harry gave her that nervous smile that had always made her breath catch in her throat when he was alive. He took a step towards her, which snapped Ginny out of her shock enough to raise her wand. "Who are you? Why are you wearing his face!?" She demanded.

Harry lowered his scythe, which disappated into shadows. "I thought you'd say that," He said mildly.

"Harry is dead!" Ginny nearly shrieked, though sheer iron self control kept her voice down.

Harry smiled sadly. "I am dead," He responded, taking his gloves off. Ginny gasped. His hands were covered with horrific burns...and a moment later, the flesh vanished to reveal skeletons.

She put a hand over her mouth. Harry flexed his fingers, causing healthy flesh to reappear. "It's good to see you again." He said simply.

Ginny's legs felt watery and weak. The ground lurched. "But...but...how...?"

"I was sent back to finish this." Harry said, gesturing towards the castle. "I don't know if Dumbledore told you about the prophecy...but I was given a little leeway so I could come back and end Voldemort. That...and I'm here to see you one last time."

Ginny stood on her toes for a moment, before flying forward, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him until there was no air in her lungs. His flesh was cold, she realized. But it was still him. It was Harry, that foolishly heroic boy who had died rescuing her, who she had loved with all her heart once she had truly gotten to know him.

When they broke apart, Harry smiled at her. "Want a little help, getting that horcrux?"

"You know?" Ginny asked in surprise.

"Of course," Harry said with a slight, wry grin that made him resemble Sirius to a certain extent. "I know everything about dear old Riddle now."

"We'll have trouble getting in," Ginny said, pocketing her wand and frowning at the castle in the distance.

"It's not really about walking," Harry responded before taking her hand. Ginny gasped as they were surrounded by white light. The next moment she could see, they were on the seventh floor of Hogwarts.

"You can do that now?" She asked, incredulous.

"I can be where ever I need to be," Harry answered. "Now...let's go find a crown."

End Chapter

So, next time Harry and Ginny deal with the last threads at Hogwarts before running back to rescue Hermione and Luna from Nagini!Bagshot. Then we go check on Sirius and Remus and Tonks!

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