-1Harry's biggest problem by far was his fifth period class, comprised of sixth years of all houses. The reason for his distress was the red-haired goddess who sat in the second row and frequently distracted his attentions away from explanations of the Patrounas Charm he was trying to teach them. The students in the first row, Ravanclaw's mainly, took it in turn to bring his attention back to teaching when his mind wandered to a place far from the classroom with one particular student. Ginny Weasly was a complication he had not anticipation when he had accepted this post.

He thought he would have been able to deal with seeing her occasionally in the common room or at Quidditch practice, but he never expected to have to spend a period a day, twice on Tuesdays, with her. It was becoming common knowledge among the student population that all one had to do was mention the youngest Weasly to get some free time in class. One fifth year Slytherin had allowed himself being overheard whispering to his mate about "that blood-traitors new boyfriend" and as a result earned the class the period off as Harry stormed into his office.

The Slytherin boy had, of course, been lying, but still the bell was wrong and nearly all of Harry's students knew how to infuriate they're teacher. And Harry couldn't even reprimand them for it without admitting, both to them and to himself, that it was true.

Ginny Weasly sat in the library pretending to work on her DADA homework, but really silently wondering if Harry would actually fail her for not completing it. She was perfectly aware of the effect she was having on her favorite teacher and was often seen smiling, looking very pleased with herself, when someone mentioned Harry's latest lapse in concentration over hearing her name. Her thoughts stayed on Harry as she remembered they're first kiss, after she had won the Quidditch cup in his absence no less, and the very pleasant, very long walk around the grounds that had followed.

"Ginny, the library's closing in a few moments… Ginny?…. Ginny?… GINNY!!" Luna Lovegood nearly screamed her name finally breaking her back to reality. "What? Oh… err… ok thanks Luna" Ginny managed to string together a few words as her best friend left for dinner. She soon followed blushing as Madam Pince, the librarian, watched her leave with a glare, making Ginny wonder how long she had been daydreaming about Harry, talk about having a crush on the teacher. A/N call me cheesy, I dare you!!!

"Potter! My office, now." Harry turned to see Professor McGonagall waving at him to follow her.

With a sullen "See you later" to Ron and Hermione he followed her, sure that he was in trouble for allowing students to distract him so easily.

"Potter you're going to headquarters, Alastor and Tonks need to see you at once."

"What's happened?" asked Harry, sure that someone was hurt or someone was dead or- "Nothing dreadful I assure you, Tonks simply said they needed to speak with you, so off you go."

And Harry shouted "Number 12 Grimould Place" into the fire, felt a sickening spinning and fell out onto the kitchen floor.

"Wotcher Harry"

"Hi Tonks, Moody, what's happened?" He asked as he stoop up.

"We've found Miss Lestrange… we thought you'd want to be there for it" replied Moody and Harry knew exactly what he meant. Of course Harry wanted to be there when Sirius' killer was put down. They Apperated, Harry holding Tonks' arm for guidance, and Harry found himself outside a rundown looking manor that reminded greatly of the Riddle house.

"Where are we?" He asked Tonks

"North Scotland, not sure exactly" She replied "Well where is she Mad-eye, I'm freezing"

"Second floor, alone. What do you want to do Harry?"

Without answering Harry shot a hex through the window Moody had indicated. The other two seemed to under stand and raised they're wands, waiting for the demented witch to come to them.

"Well well well if isn't my half-blood niece, how are you Nymphy? And you've brought me Potty, delightful"

They turned to face Belleatrix Lestrange, her face still bore the effects of Azkaban, though Harry suspected she had never been much to look at in the first place. He was jarred from his thoughts by a word he dreaded hearing.

"Crucio!"

Harry braced himself waiting for the pain, but it never came, instead he heard a scream from his left and turned to see Tonks on the ground managing not to scream but clearly in a lot of pain.

Harry cried "Stupefy!" just as Moody yelled "Impedimenta!" and both spells struck Bellatrix, knocking her off her feet and out of consciousness. Harry bent over Tonks while Moody covered the Stunned Death Eater.

"You alright?"

"Yeah Harry, that wasn't my first time under that curse, but it was the worst, she must really hate me."

"I think that's something to be proud of." replied Harry.

"Wake her up, she at least disserves to see her death coming, if only just."

"Ennervate" muttered Moody pointing his wand at Bellatrix's chest.

"Bellatrix Lestrange" said Harry in a strangely empty voice, "For your many numerous crimes I have deemed you unfit to live, good bye Bellatrix… SECTUMSEMPRA!" With the last word Harry slashed his wand through the air, aiming at the crying woman's torso. A huge gash appeared across her chest, spilling blood everywhere as Bellatrix Lestrange died. Harry pointed his want into the air and shouted "ASCENTIO FIONTI!" A giant scarlet and gold phoenix rose into the air above them, his own version of the Dark Mark.

"Nice one Harry, You-Know-Who's really going to like that."

"I thought Professor Dumbledore would have liked it"

Without another word turned and apperated to his house, then by Floo powder to Hogwarts in search of Neville Longbottom. The memory of his first murder still fresh in his mind.