Damn people... for a first chapter, that was quite the feedback. Couldn't sleep last night cause my muse kept kissing me awake. So here you go. I'm actually feeling a little bad cause I wrote another chapter of this and not Hadrian Black. I'm sorry? :P

I don't expect this to be a super long story. I think about 30k-40k words should do it. I've had a few ideas that will get mentioned in this fic, but not explained. I've been contemplating writing a Voldemort raises Harry fic, and I think some of the things I came up with would work well for that.

I know the whole virgin thing is a bit annoying. But there is reason to the madness. Anyhow, last week of exams before I can have a life again!

Disclaimer: Yada yada...you know the drill.

The Blackest Night

Thunder rippled the sky above the great black manor below. None could see far enough into the clouds to make out the great Lion creature with it's black fur and mane of lightning. Neither did they have any chance seeing the two Oocamy next to it descend upon them. The Lion ran a circle and slowly but steadily began to ease down towards the ground hidden by the darkness that was the night sky.

A few sparks of electricity flew as the paws made contact with the wet ground. The Lion was truly massive, easily as big as a car only slightly taller than one. He was still growing, growing with the magic of the wizards body. When the creature finally stood a shiver ran over it's body allowing it to change. The Animagus transformation quickly passed and in it's stead a tall man rose to his feet, covered in a black cloak. 'Shall we go introduce ourselves?' He hissed to the two flying serpents now on the ground next to him.

'Give the word.' The Occamy all but demanded. He smiled kindly at them.

Harry held out his wand and just as he did, the wand spit out a large snake about five feet long that soon coiled affectionately around it's masters torso before coming to rest it's head on his left shoulder. "Easy now my friends... I can't feel him, so this should be... interesting" He said thoughtfully while scratched the lower part of the serpents head. It had a broad neck with black scales that had lines of orange run through them.

The wards were laughable at best, clearly someone hadn't expected visitors... then again, there were few that could stand the test of time against him now. He was no longer a child, and he most certainly... was no longer a victim.

He walked up the front entrance, he'd made sure there were still some here, resting... waiting for a meeting with a group of snatchers that would never come. When the man on guard, seated on the front porch finally took notice of the approaching stranger, it was far too late. One of the Oocamy launched forward and bit down on his neck, breaking it instantly.

The cloaked man walked up to the door, it was simple enough. A gentle wave of his hand, from right to left and back saw the door open. They were lazier than William Weasley and it would be their undoing... then again, not that his security had done much for the Weasley. Harry had simply needed to work a bit harder for it. He smiled coldly. There was no clicking noise from lock on the door ... he was no amateur, only amateurs made noise.

Harry then pulled the second cloak shut around him, disappearing instantly underneath.

Rosier, Mulciber... they dropped by finding themselves faced with the silvery eyes of the snake. Paralysed for now. It was a simple clean up. A planned assassination for some of the higher ups. The inner circle as Tom liked to call them. But Voldemort was too smart to be here now. He was moving and never stayed in one place too long.

Rookwood was sound asleep. He was slapped harshly across the face and hit with a powerful fullbody bind before being wrapped up by one of the Occamy serpents.

The Malfoys were awake, truly it made Harry gag, Draco was screaming in ecstasy. It really wasn't a big surprise to see Lucius Malfoy fucking his own son while his wife watched them smiling... proudly?

Narcissa turned her head and watched as the black cloaked man appeared in door frame and raised his wand at her family. He made sure to time it so Draco's eyes were open. They all needed to see, to hear.

That the serpent had killed the guard at the door had been beside the point of this. Although they had known there would be casualties, he needed them alive... for now. Narcissa began to shake violently as pure magic flooded the room. The mans eyes settled on her, he could see... everything, all of her. Everything she'd been, everything she was and everything she might have ever been. She felt the prompt... the question. Nervously and with extremely shaky fingers she pulled her sleeve back offering her right forearm. She knew what would happen next. The branding that marked her, would be her death sentence that night. She tried to speak but no word would leave her lips, a silencing ward just like that. As though cast with a simple gaze. That was how good Hadrian had become.

He moved down towards the cellar where there was screaming to be heard. His steps quickened, as did his heart when he realised who he'd found. His hand came up all by itself, as did the wand guarded within it. The mad cackling laughter died, and then... there was no more laughter. Only silent contortions of the face.

The young woman in front of the frizzy haired, mad looking Bellatrix Lestrange settled down on the ground a second later. She tried to speak and was terrified when she found she couldn't. Harry's eyes bore into her, read her, watched her. He asked... not with words, but with the fire ablaze within his eyes.

She exposed her forearm to him, causing a smile to form under the cowl. Moments later his forefinger came up to his mouth. Telling her to be quiet. She felt a hand in hers only a second later. And looked beside herself to find a smiling house elf waiting patiently for permission. She gave him a nod as she had to, no elf could take someone with them that did not agree, and thus quickly disappeared holding his hand tightly in hers.

Bellatrix Lestrange writhed on the floor, she'd never felt pain like she was feeling in that moment. The moment she looked up her bladder let loose, the man... she knew that man. Knew the eyes, but not quite like that. Not full of the cold fire raging in them. An inferno of magic... her Master had the same gaze, the one capable to simply freeze your very soul, it was clear to her, while she looked at him, twitching from violent muscle contractions that he was enjoying this.

"I thank you." It was barely a whisper, nothing more, but enough so she could hear. "As you see, I've taken your lesson to heart." She'd snapped her own wand trying to reach for it while twitching because of the cruciatus still on her. When it finally let up she gathered her strength and was about to jump the intruder, but another wave of his wand saw her body bound as well.

"Dobby has rescued Mr. Ollivander." The elf said now returned.

"Good, if you find any more hostages, take them away. Afterwards help Winky take all the valuables you possibly can. Let's fill the treasury early. I still have one more victim to gather around."

"Yes Lord Slytherin Sir." Dobby bowed before shimmering away.

Rudolphus Lestrange was next. He was woken by a hand above his mouth. "Ah ah." Harry said smirking at the man who now noted that he was incapable of moving to put up a fight. "Shh, I'm afraid I'll have to insist on you joining me in the dungeons." His muffled voice was trying to protest but that was when he realized an Oocamy had just lifted him and was now carrying him downwards, it was also the time he wet himself.

"Let's see, how many do we have. Three Malfoys, two Lestranges, Mulciber, Rosier and Rookwood." An unknown glowing rune of pure magic flashed across the faded remains of his scar, they soon travelled over the ground to cover the room preparing it for the ritual that was about to take place. 'Place the woman in the middle!' He ordered content in watching one of the flying serpents obey his command immediately while the others were brought into position around him in a circle. "Well people, don't know what to tell you, I've got one too many here. That girl you people raped, the one you were torturing... I didn't feel the magical residue on her. She wasn't a virgin?" Bellatrix spit on him causing him to violently back hand her across the face, dislocating her jaw in the process. "The first to answer gets to run home back to mummy." He hissed.

"She wasn't!" Narcissa Malfoy yelled out quickly.

"Interesting, what did I miss then? Seemed a bit old for a Death Eater play thing."

"She's a quarter Veela." Harry clicked his tongue, he seemed to know how to pick them.

"Master, the hostage be wishing to return here." Dobby said having popping back.

"Let her come, I'd love to hear this story." He told his friend eagerly.

Whoever she was it was clear instantly that she was just as sure of herself, as confident as Fleur had ever been. She wore a blanket like a poncho and seemed to have conjured rope to hold it to her body. The woman had dark hair and olive coloured skin. Her eyes seemed made of amber, sharp but understanding. Somehow she felt unnatural. There was something about her that was just so... Fleur but also a feeling that was just screaming Nym at him.

She stared at Narcissa before turning to Harry. "I'm Erica, you are?"

"Hadrian." She regarded him with slightly widened eyes as she realized that her allure was not taking him in. It was this reason that saw her extend her hand. His eyes immediately held her attention and captivated her for a good minute. He smiled then took her hand in his before he kissed her knuckles.

"A metamorph and a Veela. No wonder they wanted you. I'm sure you would have provided entertainment for... quite a bit." She paled and stepped back dropping his hand in fear which in turned caused Harry to put up his hands slightly.

"Relax, I'm not in the business of forcing innocents into anything. Death Eaters? Sure. Criminals and thugs, yeah. Traitors... oh most certainly. But...but..." No, Harry thought that wasn't right. "Ah... wait. Let's try this, I don't force innocents into anything unless they force my hand." He nodded to himself liking this one much better. "I've damseled two women tonight. And it seems like you make for an impressive third. I dread the Christmas dinner." He then laughed playfully while Erica couldn't resist but join him.

"Kill him!" Narcissa Malfoy demanded hysterically trying to rip of the chains holding her to the cross Hadrian had conjured for them all.

"And why would I want to do something so stupid, Cissa?" The woman asked walking over, raising the pale looking womans head slightly. "He saved me, so why would I want to stab him in the back?"

"The dark lord will reward you!"

"The Dark Lord can go fuck himself!" Erica spit angrily making the present Death Eaters gasp collectively. It was like they'd trained to do this. "20 years we've known each other, 20 years we've been best friends. And you just hand me over to these monsters like I'm cattle. Fuck him, and fuck you." She then turned to Harry.

"Are you going to kill the bastard?"

"Quite Spectacularly." Hadrian deadpanned with a glint in his eyes.

"What about them?"

"Well I was going to use a few of them for a strengthening ritual and probably take one with me. It's always good to have a life force battery lying around. You never know when you can use it to do something amazing." He told her making her grin coldly. "You're older?" He asked her looking her over. Having heard her state that she'd been friends with Narcissa for over 20 years. Erica shrugged her shoulders but realized that this conversation wouldn't go any further if she were to refuse to answer him. Letting out a sigh she held out her hand again.

"Alright then, let's try this again. Hi, I'm Erica Zabini, I'm 34 years old I'm a quarter Veela and yes a Metamorph as well, that's why I look younger."

"Go on." Harry told her eagerly.

"When I was 17 I had a... male friend. A friend I trusted. We went out, we had some firewhiskey, and next thing I know he's telling me all about his grades and the money he'd someday inherit. My inner Veela found that highly attractive so I slept with him." She shook her head heavily, not entirely sure why she'd answered him so willingly. "Why did I just tell you that?" It was more a spoken thought than an actual question. But he answered her anyway.

"I'm a trustworthy guy." Harry just stated before letting out a tired sigh. "You see... I would have never thought I'd actually use that ritual as much as I'm apparently going to. I'd researched it for a friend of mine. Now, I've offered it twice... and you are the third. So here it is, I can restore you. Properly so it never happened. You can be the virgin mary and claim god himself impregnated you with your son. Or you could decide to stay with me."

"And why would I want that?" She asked making him chuckle darkly. All of her Veela senses told her that this was someone not to be triffled with. Someone powerful enough to override all of her reason if he desired to do so. He opened his arms in a welcoming fashion, as though he was about to give a speech. And that was exactly what he did.

"I've walked the darkest corners of this world, I've found and used magic so ancient it would make you run in terror. I was bend and broken, burned and drowned. I died and was reborn seven times. This... shell. Used to be Harry Potter." She paled instantly, what could have possibly happened to the golden boy to turn him into this. "Now I'm the last true descendant of Salazar Slytherin and not some inbred Gaunt imposter. Magic remade me into someone stronger, something stronger. So Miss quarter Veela careful now." She attempted to shut herself off but was simply so entranced by him it didn't work completely. "You stand in the presence of the first Chaos Mage in more than 140 years, and none have ever beaten the trials as fast as I have." The blush on the elder womans face was clearly unhealthy and her hair flashing a deep red wasn't entirely normal either. She was hyperventilating, not because she knew what exactly a Chaos Mage was, but because her Veela nature told her to take him for herself right now before anyone else possibly could. But she wasn't 17 any longer and she had disciplined herself to make sure her mistake from back then would never be repeated.

Harry stared at her for a moment and watched her calm down, he allowed her to kiss him on the cheek still blushing. "I have no place to call home, so if nothing else, I'll help you kill more of them."

"That's the spirit!" Harry immediately proclaimed ecstatically clapping his hands together. "Now I've had an idea... Draco? Be a dear and tell me whether or not you've ever had a girl. I feel like I've asked this question way to many times today but I need to know whether or not you are a virgin." With a wave of his hand the silencing charm was lifted from the boy.

"Fuck you... Potter." There was that savage smirk again.

"I just love this Gryffindor mentality you Death munchers have going on. Crabbe and Goyle, may they burn in hell forever, didn't want to tell me anything either, but imagine... I'm here, so guess what? The bravado doesn't hold up. All of you talk eventually. Just make this easy for yourselves... and speak up."

"The Dark Lord will be here soon, and you will die you filthy..." Bellatrix was then spelled silent by Erica who seemed decently adept at using wandless magic. Good for her. Rudolphus vomited all over himself when he saw blood spurting from his wifes mouth as her tongue dropped to the ground.

"Like I said before... you will talk. One way, or another." He was surprised to find Erica having placed a hand on his arm, apparently wanting his attention.

"May I try?" He realized that with Draco she would most likely the easiest way to obtain information. So he waved his hand for her to continue.

"STAY AWAY FROM MY SON YOU B..!" Narcissa Malfoy then found her mouth then magical sown shut and stared at the man responsible, Harry's wand was still dimming from the spell.

"Draco~?" Erica asked seductively giving the boy the most dazzling smile. He didn't care what she wore from that moment on. She might have been naked and he wouldn't have cared. Such was the power a Veela held over those of a weak mind.

"Yes?" He asked sweetly, but extremely eager to follow any order she might have from him. Erica raised an eyebrow. She'd actually thought this might be harder. Draco had received schooling in Occlumensy as she well knew, from none other than Severus Snape who was as accomplished in the art as she'd ever seen.

The woman cupped his cheek making the young platinum blonde purr like the happiest kitty in the entire world. "Draco dear, I need to know." She asked putting on a cute little pout that made Harry raise an eyebrow.

"What do you need, my love? Anything... it's yours." She gently stroked her hand along the side of his face.

"Have you had any other women Draco? Have these bad... bad girls touched my little dragon?" Quickly he shook his head, willing this gorgeous woman with all he was to believe him.

"No." He breathed obediently. "No of course not."

"Are you sure?" Erica sniffled in the most heart wrenching voice Harry had ever heard.

"Of course, I swear! I'm untainted." The sniffling stopped and Erica took a step back smiling no less savagely than Harry himself.

"Is it my birthday? No? Well it is most certainly Christmas then. I found myself a virgin sacrifice." Realization dawned on the presumably Italian womans face. That's why he'd asked her and most likely the two others he'd spoken about as well, he intended to use their blood for something.

"You've caught on quick." He said having apparently read her. She knew full well that virgin blood was the greatest catalyst for blood magic there was. "Of course with 3 willing virgins providing blood, none of them would have to die. I have enough life sacrifices to 'repair' you, but with him I'll be able to truly purify you as well. And maybe... more. So for now... you are a battery." He smiled slyly now having his arm around her shoulder. The contact of which she didn't mind, much to her surprise. But something in his voice told her that his plans had changed somehow.

"We're taking them all with us aren't we?"

"Oh yes, with what we have here I can pull off an epic sharing ritual. I've always wanted to have Veela powers." He stated causing many of the Death Eaters to faint at the thought of him controlling allure.

Narcissa was whimpering and whining clearly unhappy about not being let go. Harry didn't really understand why. He'd promised he'd sent her off to see her mother. Lady Black was dead. So that was exactly what he'd do, although of course... a little later than expected.

When the Dark Lord later returned he simply found a message written in magic, hanging over a burned down and destroyed Malfoy manor: "You are next, Tommy boy." Tom Riddle paled recognizing the magic below to be a Chaos Seal. A Raven sitting on a staff which had a serpent coiling around it. He had never seen it... few had. And all those that did, didn't live to tell the tale. Apparently there was a new player on the board. At least that's what he thought. By the time he would realize who that player was... it would be far too late.

With the wards stripped off Malfoy Manor, Harry and Erica had easily disapparated from the remains of the Malfoy family home. Harry had gone off first to make sure his 'Batteries' were somewhere safe, before coming back to pick her up.

Tonks Home

"Is that Romy's home?" Erica asked just after they appeared there trying to see into the door frame. The door was yet open and Andromeda Tonks was just about to wave Fleur inside.

"You'll recognize her soon enough." They moved forward. And she did. He'd had no idea when two women knew each other, they had apparently been quite close in school. For a moment he watched the happy reunion but he still wasn't done. He'd made a promise and he always kept his promises.

"Erica? What happened to you?"

"I guess Karma caught up with me?" The woman chuckled awkwardly.

"Come on in." Andy told her leading her into the house. Erica Zabini knew full well she deserved everything she'd gotten. Having followed Pureblood doctrine herself to some degree if nothing else because of the company she kept. This was just her reckoning.

She found the silver haired French girl inside. The two didn't know or had even ever spoken to each other but the allure past them and they knew what company they were having. They hugged as though they were long lost friends before allowing the other to place a hand over their heart. A small peck on the lips followed. "It's very nice to meet you. I'm Erica Zabini."

"Fleur We... Delacour. Things changed tonight." She looked the older woman over before nodding knowingly. "For a lot of us evidently."

"You must be Nymphodora." Erica said looking at Tonks who sighed. "Nym or Dora, choose one, but never call me Nymphodora again please. I hate it." Erica looked at her, she was in a state of emotional upheaval. Something wasn't quite right.

"Now... not that I want to impose, but I'm apparently supposed to stay here. So could I possibly take a shower?"

"I'll show you and Fleur around meanwhile... Mum, weren't you making dinner?" The woman was off like a shot accompanied by a panicked little yelp.

As soon as they were alone Fleur quickly closed the door too look gravely at the others with her. "What the hell happened?" She asked making Erica shrug her shoulders. "I saw Harry some 3 months ago. He was powerful but not... not this. And he most certainly was never what I might call ruthless. Hell the last time I saw him he was still using disarming charms against Death Eaters."

"Don't ask me, I've never known Harry before tonight. I've seen him, sure. Coming off the express when I went there to pick up Blaise. But we've never spoken two words. And then this year... I just..." Things were finally starting to settle in, before the first tear came rolling down her cheek. Fleur was seated next to the older woman. Over the next few minutes they shared the past few months of their lifes. For Nym it went as far back as the end of fifth year.

"And then... a week ago I had this vision. I don't know how to describe it. There was this blonde girl, to be honest I think it was that Lovegood character. And she told me to stay put, to belay using my allure to run. She told me the Raven was coming." Erica explained drawing the blanket around her more strongly.

"The Raven?" Nym asked.

"The Goblins say it too. The few times I've managed to get in contact with them, it's all about to keep my head down and save. 3 Days ago all of Gringotts stood still, and apparently the ministry did too." Fleur explained.

"Why? I would think Moldyshorts would pull the noose tighter." Dora's eyes narrowed as she thought about it. "3 days ago was..."

"Winter Solstice. And everyone stood still because according to the Goblins all Magical Ministries around the world and most sentient races registered a Scale 7 Magical Event somewhere in Tibet." They all fell silent as the exact same thought crossed their mines at that precise moment. 'Surely... that couldn't have been Harry?'

"Fleur?" Erica asked now with a light blush colouring her cheeks. "I still need that shower." The french girl smiled and removed her arms from around her new friend. "Would... eh, would you join me?"

"Dear god yes." She answered immediately unable to hide the longing in her voice, confusing Tonks. Both women looked at her, Erica was the one who explained. Remembering that Dora most likely didn't know all too much about Veela.

"To a Veela... Harry feels very..." She clicked her tongue thinking of a good word. "Exciting." She finally admitted.

"Exciting?" The metamorph asked raising an eyebrow before her eyes suddenly went wide finally understanding what they were getting at. "Ohhh."

"Yeah." Fleur agreed. "It helps when we can work these things out with a partner. Since Harry didn't really seem all too eager to touch me while... well, right now at least." Fleurs confidence simply failed her. It seemed as though, and she could well understand why, that he wouldn't touch her until she was for the lack of a better term, cleansed.

"You can join us if you like, I just didn't think you would want to. This is more of a Veela thing." When the two witches saw Tonks absent mindedly brush her hand against her belly they knew why didn't want to join in. She was ashamed of the child growing inside her. Needless to say, they dragged her along with them. Dinner was served by non other than Winky the house elf about an hour later when three very satisfied young witches returned to the kitchen positively glowing. Erica now looked 10 years younger making Andromeda sigh longingly. They then went to bed, the three now sharing in the company of those who understood what they had been going through.

Sun Rise, a few hours later...

As the first ray of sunshine made it's way into the Tonks home Andromeda opened the door without the necessity of a knock. And indeed she found Harry standing there on her front porch. She greeted the two guests he'd brought and asked them inside.

Madam Delacour broke down in tears when she held her daughter for the first time in months and apologized endlessly for having been unable to spot the terrible plot against her. Fleur hugged her father for nearly five minutes as the usual so stoic man remained silent with tired eyes lowered in what she rightly assumed to be shame.

"So Harry, how about you tell us what's been happening? Or rather... start at the beginning. Tell it all." Tonks asked refusing to hold anything back.

"It's not a nice story." He said. "And certainly not one for Christmas morning."

"Nonsense, you're amongst family. You can tell us." Andromeda said caringly not missing the shadow passing his eyes.

"It's interesting, how easily some throw around that word. 'Family'. We are, however distantly it may be, in fact related by blood. You didn't much care to call me family when I didn't force you to see me as Lord Black. You may no longer be part of the family but now... you think you can gain something from acting... 'proper'." She was going to protest but found herself spelled silent by her daughter who had expected this to be the first thing out of his mouth. Since he'd told Tonks exactly the same when they'd got talking for the first time.

"I grew up, as Nym well knows. In an extremely abusive home. While I wasn't actively beaten all the time, my aunt was particularly fond of her frying pan hitting my head. I was often starved for days, I've lived in a cupboard under the stairs for nearly 11 years of my life with little light or visitations to a 'healer'. I was made to do work, similarly to a house elf. I took care of cooking, gardening and everything in the house really. Until the day I joined Muggle school, I'd been sure my name was Freak Boy and the only real social interactions I had, were the teachers asking me a question, the plants in the garden and the spiders in my cupboard. However... I wasn't born an idiot. I learned by watching others. I learned to covet power and wanted to have it for myself." He let out a long breath before continuing. "When I was 7 years old, I managed to catch a handful of dogs and cats from around the neighbourhood. The power over life and death in my hand... I killed them. The thing is, the people coming to look for them, children and their parents... I felt like I'd become the same type of monster my relatives had always been to me. So I began to make up rules. They were quite simple really. Don't hurt, injure or kill anyone. I learned to act the part of a play. I became Harry Potter. The boy who lived and your apparent saviour. That is until about... 2 months ago from your perspective, when my two so called best friends abandoned me to deal with this war and the Dark Lord all by myself."

"Ron didn't lie." Fleur breathed heavily through her anger. "you did cut off his fingers."

"He raised his fist to me, if he did it again now, I would take much more than just two fingers. How did you know?" He asked her curiously.

"They came to Shell Cottage. Ron and Hermione. And they claimed that you had sent them away to keep them save after some dark artifact somehow made you attack Ron." This made him laugh. Hermione's idea no doubt.

"They were fed up with our task taking so long." He said leaning back in his chair.

"What task?" Erica asked now keenly interested in this discussion as well.

"What did you mean by 2 months for 'us'?" Tonks asked.

"After they left I threw away my rules, I decided it was enough and I would try 'my' way for once. So I returned to Hogwarts to study, went into Slytherin's chamber and learned about Blood Magic and the darkest secrets of the dark arts. I'd taken Hermione's time turner with me and was making good use of it, but sadly... they aren't build for continuous use. It was around that time I learned about the magical definitions of Chaos and Order magic.

Chaos is supposed to wild, un-patterned. Nearly all spells powered by emotions are chaotic in nature. Order is the complete opposite, it's calm magic, patterned and driven most simply by intent. You have to know while intent is important for most spell casting it's not always the focus. Take the Patronus for example. It's probably one of the most chaotic spells there is. Your intent is protection but you fuel it with feelings. By being simply put, 'happy'. I wanted to study up more on the subject, it took hold of me more than any other topic regarding magic ever has. So I thought on it, and after some contemplation I decided to take my broom and make my way to France. But before that, I visited the Goblins, they provided some help and one of their Ravens for a carrier bird. Which I then sent on ahead to the Head of the french DMLE. Asking him for a meeting and offering... should he so choose that the life debt his daughter Gaby owes me, would be settled upon shaking hands during that meeting. He agreed instantly. So I pulled my cloak tight and spent a few hours up in the cold sky."

Fleur looked to her father who smiled. There was no words to describe how happy she was that this debt had been settled as those kind of things could be terrible for any part or full blooded Veela.

"I spoke to Alain and explained my fears concerning Fleur, and that I would help him get even with Bill if he helped me. Once more, he agreed and provided me with an experimental time turner, which allowed me to go back months at a time instead of a few hours. So for you Fleur, it's been 3 months since the wedding. For me, well I haven't exactly kept track. But it should be around 2 years. I've travelled the world, I've studied the most ancient magics and deepened my understanding of Chaos magic, finally reaching it's Apex 3 days ago when I underwent the final Chaos Trial far into the Himalayan Mountains in Tibet. One journey ended, another one began." He then stood up and began unbottoning his shirt before taking it off. There was no longer any remnant of abuse. There was instead, a strong body with cat like toned muscles that spoke of only a hint of what he may be capable of. With his shirt on, he looked lean and thin and barely more than he'd been before. When Harry turned his back, it glowed in a violet colour before dimming until finally it turned Black. A staff with a serpent coiled around it and a black bird, a Raven perched on top with it's wings spread wide." Erica who had in fact a Rune mastery traced her fingers along the... magical tattoo? She wasn't sure. It looked like something a threaded rune cluster might create.

"Tom Riddle, during his younger years attempted these trials but failed, the Chaos magic drove him mad... well. Madder than he's always been. The skull he summons... the Dark Mark, is his own withered Chaos Sigil. Mine however... is at the height of it's power and as far as I can tell it's still growing in strength with every bit of new knowledge I learn." The all just stared at him. "As for what task. Tom Riddle, the Lord Voldemort created Horcruxes." Neither Erica nor Tonks seemed to have any idea. Neither did the Delacour or Ted Tonks. Andromeda and Fleur were a different story, their faces drained of all colour recognizing what that might mean.

"He really is mad, for you who don't know, something called a horcrux in an object housing a small part of the soul of a living person, even if the body were destroyed they would live on. But as little more than a wraith. But it's insanity, splitting your soul means splitting your magic." Romy told the room.

"Indeed it does. Which explains why Riddle after learning so much and being considered a prodigy was forced to keep relying on 3 simple curses in his later years. The only reason he survived the duel with Dumbledore in the ministry's atrium is the Sigil. Giving it to a follower binds them to you. It's a life long loyalty oath, and thus far I've been unable to find a way it could possibly be removed. He draws on their magic to strengthen himself. Breaking that loyalty will see you killed. It would be as though you broke a magical oath. Now on my travels I've found a number of ways to track and deal with dark artifacts such as a Horcrux. Over the next 4 to 5 months I'll be using that knowledge, and once I've found them all... " His eyes suddenly got a dreamy look in them. "Tommy will get his duel."

"There's something else." Erica said. "I've seen what you were about to do to those Death Eaters, by the law of this country. You are considered a Blood Mage. They'll crucify you just as soon as you've killed the Dark Wanker." They were all surprised the sudden light heared laughter of the young man.

"Oh thank you, I needed that one. This country... can go fuck itself. Voldemort bend this country over and is fucking it in every which hole he pleases. It's already on it's knees and once I've done him in... I intent to drive the blade home. We'll see whether or not I can do a better job."

"You intent to become Minister of Magic?" Andromeda asked in utter disbelief make him continue to shake with laughter.

"Minister? Mrs. Black. Is your mind truly so tiny? Fuck the Ministry." His laughter died as Harry turned serious. "I intent to clean out Buckingham Palace. The Queen can move out willingly, or I'll mount her head on a stick. And after I'm done with her, I'll give the ICW a sucker punch, they'll never... ever, forget." They all shivered as his eyes narrowed threateningly. "They get the same choice I've had all my life. Fight and possibly die, or run and live." Alain Delacour knew well enough that even listening to this could see him brought up on charges of treason in France.

"Which finally brings me, to the reason why I've come here. My debt to you 2, is paid in full." Harry explained to Fleur and Tonks. "This country is about to change, for better or for worse. But before there can be change, some people will need to die. And I'm going to be the one to do the slaughtering. And everyone who as much as thinks that raising their wand against me and mine is a good idea will be put down with such extreme prejudice that the act will be remembered for generations to come. You asked me who I am? I'll tell you who and what I'm not. I'm not your fucking savior, I'm not here to lead you to a false peace. I'm the guy that will lead you to a bloody revolution. A country where child abuse will see you whipped until you're bloody, a country where you will be punished according to law and not the whims of politicians." His voice had been growing progressively louder until the last word was yelled at them. "So here it is, this is your chance. Leave this country if you don't want to be part of it. Leave and never look back. Because if after this, you stand against me. I'll crush you like an insect under foot."

While both Andromeda and Ted were too stunned to speak, Alain and Apolline Delacour were impressed. As french citizens they were no strangers to revolutions. And Mrs. Delacour had to admit that she could completely see why her two daughters were attracted to this young man why if she'd met him some year later she might have even spoken to Alain about a 'special' arrangement.

Harry then let out a long sigh while pushing his right hand through his hair in exhaustion. "I'm sorry, this is Christmas morning... I really shouldn't have gone into this so much." He got up and straightened out his robe.

"This will take you to a safe place." Harry said placing a single Galleon on the table. "Simply hold on to it and swear your loyalty to Ravenwood. The offer is good for the next week, afterwards the Galleon will be automatically recalled my by treasurer and I'll know your answer."

"I'll come with you." Erica said immediately not wanting to loose the little chance she perhaps had with him. It wasn't like she was in love with the boy. That could come later. For now, her Veela blood saw him as one of the most powerful men she'd ever encountered and that was enough.

Fleur looked to her parents and smiled. "I'll join you in a few days after I've spoken to my family. I've missed them."

"I'll come." Nym declared with out hesitation as well, shocking her family. "This country and most of it's people all deserve to die. Look at what they did to all three of us. Play things and slaves for the older families meant no doubt to raise the Weasley family back to a more respectable status and financial situation. A Headmaster that allowed Harry to be tortured growing up for 17 long years. A Headmaster that meddled in our lifes... No more."

"Then perhaps Fleur, you would be willing to accompany us and return to your parents later. You have my word, you may leave whenever you like. It would be easier to show you all around at once." She gave him a warm smile and accepted. Her thoughts were no different from Erica's. If she could somehow help it, she would let Harry get away from her. As they all grabbed an arm, or in Tonk's case stepped into his chest for a hug. Harry looked at the two sets of parents again. "I look forward to your answer." They nodded before he declared: "Home!" A vanished with the portkey in his pockets.

"So... " Andromeda said awkwardly, not quite sure how to proceed.

"He'll do it." Ted told his wife and guests. "That week ago... when he joined the camp. A group of snatchers was running from him..."

Flashback

The sudden canon shot like noise brought them all to attention. There was movement in the bushes then there was a man who leapt from it, bloodied and tired. "RUN!" He yelled in a panic just as a full salve of silver arrows came charging through the underbrush impaling him on the tree.

Another quickly followed, he stumbled and fell tears streaming down the sides of his face. "Please! Please! Mercy!"

"Sanguis Clavus." The man on the ground screamed as his skin was pierced from the inside by his own blood, now sticking out as red nails. A black cloaked figure stepped through and looked at the people around. Harry recognized Ted Tonks and Luna Lovegood. There was also Gryphook the Goblin. "There are two more." He told them as he pulled a long black curved dagger. "Ave Victoria, Gryphook of the Goblin Empire." He said as he threw the blade towards the Goblin. "Are you a warrior or a clerk?" None of them had ever seen a furious Goblin before, with a snarl in his throat he picked the blade up and charged off into the direction Harry had just come from accompanied by a feral roar. It was only a minute later that he returned carrying in his hands two cut off heads.

"Don't ever suggest I'm a simple clerk, wizard."

"So you would say you remain unvanquished then?" The Goblins face visibly lost colour.

"Oh don't worry, I'm just messing with you. I can't use a Goblin who follows me for some life debt or tradition instead of truly believing in what I do." This seemed to be calming down and relax the warrior although part of him still demanded he follow his culture. Ave Victoria was used for a Goblin to declare the formation of a warband. All the Goblin Rebellions had been fought by them instead of the entire Goblin Nation spread around the globe.

"Can I have my knife back?" Gryphook handed it over immediately.

"It's a good weapon. Basilisk Tooth, isn't it?" Harry chuckled darkly.

"Indeed it is. Well spotted." He said moving over to the werewolf nailed unto a tree.

"Please... I have family. It's a way to make money."

"I've been at the mercy of people just wanting to make money. For 11 long years I was fed scraps and little more than shit while they used my money, to grow their own fortune. And you know what?" The man sniffled heart wrenchingly and screamed as the knife pierce through his lower belly. "Never again." Harry drew the blade up, opening the man up to his throat. He squealed like a pig for a while... that was until Harry decided that it was getting annoying at which point the mans throat was slid as well.

A few hours later...

Luna had seen it coming and yet, still refused to move out of the way. So when she was woken from her light sleep on the forest ground by Harry leaning over her she made no sound and instead listened. "I wish... I'd paid you more attention. I think we could have bonded over the way our lifes went. Why did you never speak to me? Why did you never try?"

"I was afraid." She admitted. "Afraid of what might happen because of it." He gave her a nod, understanding. His mage sight could easily see her chaotic magic. The way it moved and coiled around her eyes. She was a seer. And now he knew.

"You can join me still, or you can get out of the way." His hand closed around the young blonde's throat. "But if you work against me, I'll kill every last living thing who's ever so much as looked at you twice." She quickly nodded, knowing full well that he was deathly serious.

"I'd like to come to the island." She asked knowing that the question alone could see her killed, it was a fifty fifty chance.

"Are you on my side?" He asked carefully.

"Yes, yes I'm on your side."

"Is there anywhere I should be?" The question carried a threat with it, she had to answer truthfully or die.

"You've figured out two, but there are 3. Not 1, not seven. Just 3. You will find one of them in Malfoy Manor. The best time to go, is in exactly 1 weeks time after sun set." He clicked his tongue allowing her to add: "And yes, that means you can finish the last one before you go to her." She noted the wand glowing off the all too familiar green before it was lowered.

"Good." Harry just said.

6 days later...

Hadrian could see that the young blonde wasn't sleeping yet. "Gryphook says he wants to come as well. Meaning we go now." He whispered lowly making Luna snap her eyes open. She knew where they were going and was honestly excited. The young man pulled the blonde up to her feet and moved over to the waiting Goblin. "3 months." The looked at him confusedly, but were shocked to find him stepping closer and wrapping a thin but long chain around them. "Tic, toc." And with that... everything moved.

When Ted Tonks woke up at sunrise, his companions would be gone, and he would finally agree to go home to see his wife with a Harry, that had just aged 3 months and finished the Chaos Trials.