A cold white tiled room with a metal door in one side, with a single chair in the center. Strapped to the chair, with wide bindings of battered brown leather, was a struggling Alex. His wings were retracted into him, whilst one horn was in his head and the other stayed out as a bloody stump.

Six figures stood around him in a circle, against the walls standing a lazy watch.

His mouth dripped blood, and a spat hunk of indiscriminate meat was off to his left.

An ear.

Alex had bitten off one of his captor's ears.

The door swung open ominously and a harsh white light flooded inside, causing Alex's pupils to shrink very quickly and his third eyelid to swing closed in a hazy clear barrier.

"Are you ready to begin, Alex?" A sibilant voice hissed, dripping malice.

"As ready as I'll ever be. How about you get on with your pathetic attempts at torture and we get through this quickly." Alex replied in a wheeze, coughing up some blood.

"Your skin may be impenetrable, but you are not immune to blunt force. I have a special gift for you tonight." The voice hissed again, and a sledge hammer came into view. The Death Eaters against the walls chuckled darkly.

"That's it? A puny hammer?" Alex scoffed.

"Not just any hammer. This, ordinary looking sledge hammer was forged from the remnants of Mjolnir." The voice replied.

"Mjolnir? As in Thor's Hammer?" Alex replied, feigning worry.

"Yes. Thor's Hammer." Malfoy replied.

Alex's face broke into a grin and he began to laugh, evolving from a deep chuckle into raucous, high-pitched booms of sound.

"What is so funny?" Malfoy hissed dangerously.

"Mjolnir, the true Mjolnir, is safe in my grandmother's care in the Hagrid Family Manor. Behind impenetrable wards and unforgiving defenses.

Whoever you bought a muggle sledge hammer from is cackling in glee over your galleons, right now. You've been played, Malfoy." Alex replied in a cackling shout, sending blood and saliva into Lucius face from his mouth.

The man hissed in disgust and wiped his face with a handkerchief, before grabbing the sledgehammer and swinging it into Alex's gut.

Alex wheezed out some heavy air and coughed up more blood.

"Ooh, that tickles." He defiantly snarled, looking up into the man's eyes.

Lucius growled.

Alex sprung his distraction play, speaking to the empty air of the open door as if someone was truly there.

"Good evening, Bellatrix. Here to kill Lucius for torturing a prisoner before you could?" Alex cheerfully greeted the empty air, causing the blonde man to whip around in shock.

An opening.

Perfect.

Alex shot his wings from his back and the bindings snapped, allowing him the opportunity to drive his remaining horn into Lucius' gut. Hardening the feathers and spinning, he sliced deep gashes into the shocked Death Eaters. They didn't even have time to blink before their entrails spilled out or their bisected torsos slid apart and fell onto the floor.

Apart from one.

Alex strode to the table in the corner and took his wand, casting a healing charm over the worst of his injuries. He sighed in relief before crossing to the opposite wall.

He bent down and took his horn, shrinking it down and placing it into his jeans pocket.

Alex bent down once more and lifted up a cowering man.

"Good evening, Mr. Pettigrew." Alex murmured, a smile on his face. The group of seven withdrew from the pensieve and looked at each other with wide eyes.

"My god." McGonagall whispered, her hand covering her mouth.

"I told you all I saw Pettigrew last year, and you wouldn't believe me." Harry bit out.

"This vision doesn't mean anything, a deluded dream by a deluded boy." Snape dismissed.

"Think again, Severus." Alex said from behind them, accompanied by a thunk. The six spun around to see Alex standing there, clutching his gut with a large trunk to his side on the floor.

A trunk with airholes.

"Alex!" Luna squealed slightly and launched herself into his arms, a brown-haired Alex-seeking missile. Alex stumbled back slightly and grunted in pain.

"Easy there, little bird." He murmured, pushing her off.

"Sorry." She muttered slightly.

"No problem. Just… get me to Pomfrey." He said, before collapsing onto the floor.