Summary: A Fusion unlike any I've ever read. H/HR. Second Arc. Due to ancient items being stolen the darkest spells are no longer usable. But that doesn't mean it's any safer. And a new, unrelenting, and far more terrible evil will be unleashed.

Disclaimer: I've just figured I don't care. Columbus did it. So can I. I claimed Harry Potter and all that's associated with the character in the name of Einheri.(Lawyer whispers in my ear.) I'm not allowed to do that. (Lawyer continues to whisper.) I know I don't have a whole country backing my actions.( Lawyer whispers still.) They'll do what? Oh that ain't happening.

As I said before it's not mine, I don't own anything but my Original Characters.

So shorter chapter this time, but since nobody really cares, I even might start drabbling to finish this story. Just think, three hundred word post every few days. It'll be amazing.

Just kidding or maybe...

Okay pity session over, as it says in my profile I would never hold a story hostage for reviews, but the muse damn sure takes a hit with the lack of interest, along with my fragile authors ego.

[A/N - 1] All mistakes are my own.

Now, on with the story then.

***The Unforgiving III - Chapter 10***

'NHS - Saint Peter's Hospital'

Surrey

May 25, 1996 - 1743 Hr.

The simple sounds of the patients waiting for their doctors and several persons with heavy labored breathing assaulted his ears. Some woman was digging in her bag, while the child next to her sniffed loudly. Another man coughed without covering his mouth and the receptionist tutted at him. The telly in the corner had BBC news on, something about a terrorist attack in Spain, he wasn't really listening. The door opened and the Doctor came out and handed the receptionist something, he bent down to whisper something to her and his hand semi-stealthily glides to her stomach and she gives him a small smile, as his left hand comes into view around her back he notices a glint of gold. After the Doctor leaves, the receptionist calls his name and the young man goes to her desk to get his grandmother admitted, as she hands him some paperwork and her left hand comes into view he notices something else.

There was no ring.

Shrugging it off because it wasn't his business the young man went back to sitting next to woman with the rapidly declining health. They were beginning to come back to this place so often that it seemed they were there almost every other day. The only thing he could do was ask if there was anything that could be done for his grandmother, money was of no concern and yet the answer was always the same.

You have my condolences.

Her age is catching up to her.

Please. She was a witch of the highest caliber in her day. There was no way that it is that simple, he knew she was dying due to grief and helplessness. He knew of helplessness, he felt it his first two years of Hogwarts. But when him and his Gran went to ground after the Fall he decided he wouldn't be pushed around anymore. Gran had gotten him the best instructors in magic she could afford and without his family and classmates belittling him he finally begun to shine. He'd lost his baby fat from work outs and was on a proverbial high. And since they had to pretend to be muggles, his Gran enrolled him in a muggle school. He was elated to show the kids the new him and he made what he thought for friends fast. Hanger ons, that was all. Thus he learn the harsh lesson that people would treat you different when they wanted something.

And what they wanted was someone who wasn't afraid to deal with the class delinquent. He was new so he didn't know the reputation the delinquent had. But Neville had little use in attacking a simple muggle no matter how rude he was to everyone, as he knew magically he could thrash the boy. So he ignored the peer pressure until one day the boy snapped at the teacher, and he felt it was his duty as his new status of protector to do something about it.

Stupidest thing he ever did.

He woke up twenty minutes later in the schools infirmary with a cracked jaw and bruised ribs, he punched the boy that was smaller than him and he was knocked out before he could throw another. He began to feel helpless again, to be on such a high then fall can either break you or you can learn from it. Neville choose to learn from it, he talked his Gran to let him learn a muggle Martial Arts, he trained his magic why not his body, was his argument. If he was ever without a wand he would never be helpless. But the one of the other things he did learn was Harry Evans hit a lot harder than Crabbe and Goyle.

His Gran just needed a fall so that she could pick herself up again. She had felt helpless ever since his parents torturers escaped Azkaban. Twenty years ago she would have hunted down the Lestranges, like the dogs they were herself, but she's lost about a third of her magic power from age. Maybe that's why he dug for info on a magical fix. She just needed a little help to get up again and she would get it. Sure she would miss him afterward, but the magical world needed her now more than he ever would. The only thing he felt bad about was not killing Palagyn or letting Ron try to do it. He felt that he was monster of a different kind and he should have been dealt with. He just hoped that it wasn't a banished that thought because he needed to hurry and make plans.

The Full moon was in a week.

'Riddle House Dark Chamber'

Little Hangleton

May 24, 1996 - 2113 Hr.

The people of Little Hangleton no longer questioned much that he did these days. They didn't question that the large house that was supposedly abandoned, that he and his sworn followers habituated, wasn't. They didn't question the fact that they couldn't leave town anymore without his orders. Not even the men in dresses coming and going from the large manor raise even one of their brows. Nor even people flying in and out brooms. They did not even question that they hungered more and more with each passing yet did not eat. They questioned nothing because there was nothing to question.

They were his Infereri.

This was the room he killed his past in. It held no furniture save his dark throne and his Dark Mark engraved in the ceiling. His only regret was that there wasn't any stains on the floor to let him bask in what happened her so long ago. As he walk to his dark throne that sat against the wall, his minions knelt as he walkedpast them each just wanting to touch just the hem of his robes. Nagini his familiar was coiled at the right of the throne, waiting and anticipating for her chance to give out his punishment.

His most loyal stood before him awaiting to attend his every whim. As he passed them they bowed before him. The world should bow to his greatness. England already does, she just doesn't know it yet. As he turned around to sit, he looks at the men and women in front of him, all of them were his sheep and only a few that he would give a merciful death stood out. Those whom he had entrusted his most precious items to hide.

Bellatrix, one of his most loyal, she braved Azkaban for his noble work. The years in the weak willed Ministry's prison had stolen most of her beauty, but as he had not been around, due to his lack of foresight, it wasn't of any concern. As it was, she is even recovering most of it at a maddening rate. She attended him in all matters, whether it be carrying out his explicit orders or for him an outlet for his carnal desire.

Severus, his loyal pet spy, his half blooded prince. Getting the most useful information from Dumbledore, while he altered the minds of the hundreds of children, subtlety connecting all of their sub conscience fears to his and his masters presence with his mediocre mental prowess, all the while continuing his sob story of how the loss of the two women he loved drove him to be a death eater.

And Lucius, his face to the world, the leader of his New Wizarding Allegiance and the gold in his pocket. But, when his son was finished being groomed to take over he would be killed. He would have been kill long ago had his betrayal not garnered such... interesting consequences. His wife will be used just as her sister's latter uses and she is less ravaged by the hard ships of prison. But she brings nothing to him but her body. So, after her husband is dealt with she will be passed around to his men and then given death for her husband's betrayal.

And Wormtail, his traitorous rodent. He too would be dead by his hand. Lord Voldemort does not forget, he does not forgive. He is only alive as he feeds his enemies misinformation.

"Welcome, Death Eaters," Voldemort spoke with his silkened voice, "It has been three full moons since we last have been all united under this Dark Mark."

"Master," the Death Eaters called out.

"And I now find myself in a quandary," The Dark Lord continued, "Even with all of the knowledge gathered here before me, I cannot seem to understand, why I am in such an addled state from predicament that I now find myself in. It would seems that the Wizarding World is not as afraid of my power as they should be and I ask myself, have I failed?"

"No, Master," most of the Death Eaters said, "Not at all Master," a few others cried, "It's only our fault Master," said others.

"And I answer myself," Voldemort started as he began to pace slowly, "No. It is not Iwho have failed. I have given all that I am."

"You have Master," most of the Death Eaters said, "Of course Master," said others.

"It has become a disappointment to me, that the fruits of our labor have not bared... And I confess to you all I am sorely disappointed in myself..."

"Forgive me Master, forgive us all."

"And I tell myself," he began again in a stronger voice, "I have been a merciful lord. But am I asking too much?

"Never Master," the Death Eaters praised.

"Do I not deserve all that I ask and more?"

"Of course Master," said his minions.

"And I answer myself," Voldemort was nearly yelling at this point, "No, of course not, I have not asked more than I would give myself."

"You have Master," his puppets said.

"AND I DESERVE THE WORLD," he screamed. And his Death Eaters cheered. He stopped pacing and his body posture drooped, bringing total silence to the hall, "But," Voldemort whispered, "Who is to blame that I do not have what I ask?"

"Master," an overzealous Death Eater ran up to him and knelt, "It was not your fault." And as he knelt Voldemort already had his white colored yew and phoenix cored wand out.

"Crucio," he cried and the minion was on the ground writhing and shrieking as the pain lance through him, "Do you think I do not know that?" he hissed at his victim, "Do you think... did you actually think, that I, Lord Voldemort, could somehow be at fault. You sicken me," he said as he remove the spell, "And you are not worthy. Advada Kevadra."

The bright burst of green light leaped from his wand into the chest of Death Eater and he turned away as the body slumped to the floor and sat down on his throne. He closed his eyes and took a few deep calming breathes, since it would not be wise to kill all the stupidity at his disposal. The silence of the room was deafening to him, for none of his Death Eaters made the slightest movement. He raised his hand and indicated the number five. Five ambitious Death Eaters rushed up before him and knelt before him. He opened his eyes and waved them away as he ordered.

"Get it out of my sight," with a yes Master, the five Death Eaters scurried to the body, hoisted the lifeless pawn up and while they were quickly carrying it out they heard him speak again and they knew that failure would never be tolerated, "Oh, and killed his family as well."

"Of course Master," they said and left the room.

"Lucius, attend me," The Dark Lord called out. And a platinum blonde man with aristocratic features scurried up to kneel before him, then he grabbed and lifted the hem of his Lord's robes, bringing it to his lips.

"Yes my lord," Malfoy responded.

"Has your plan to conquer England with your politics come to fruition?" Voldemort asked in a tone that suggested he already knew the answer and Malfoy winced.

"No my Lord, I apologise," Lucius said, "The Blood Purification Acts deadlocked my plans because of Augusta Longbottom, who is still in hiding, but voting no contest on all the laws. The voting is at a standstill. But the laws that have been made I would still be able to hand you England on a silver plate."

"No matter, Bella has every confidence that her plan will work, and she will be dead by next months end," he focused on the blood red stone on his ring that he made when he regained his body, with a thought a bag of galleons were in his hand. He dropped it next to his willing slave and waved Lucius away, "Go, continue my noble work."

"By your will, Master," Malfoy responded as he took the bag of galleons and scurried back to his rank.

"Wormtail attend me," Voldemort hissed and a portly man with ratlike features and a silver hand scurried up, knelt before him, grabbed the hem of his Lord's robe, lifted it and brought it to his lips.

"Yes Master," Pettigrew squeaked out and Voldemort sat and stared at him for a full minute until he heard the hiss of his familiar beside.

§May I eat him now,§ she whined.

§No Nagini you may not. Only when I command it so,§ he hissed back, "So, how are the plans of destroying the last remnants of that meddlesome champion of commoners, of Mudbloods and Muggles, Albus Dumbledore."

"Dumbledore," the Death Eaters hissed at the hated name.

"Silence, Death Eaters," Voldemort chided.

"Master," Peter started, "I have disrupted several significant missions that were vital to you and I also recently caused the death of four members. I have given the Order several falsified documents that will stop them from recruiting what few decent resistance fighters they could have have. And just a hour ago I had contacted a source and they will send some Eiherijar..."

"Abominations," the Death Eaters hissed again.

"I said silence, Death Eaters," Voldemort said.

"So they will either kill the Order or the Order will kill them," Wormtail finished.

"Excellent," as he waved Wormtail away, "Go, continue my noble work."

"By your will Master," Peter responded and scurried back to his rank as well. Voldemort steepled his fingers as he stared out among his followers, they were waiting for his next words, his divine wisdom, that they could partake of it and he would not disappoint them. He stood up from his throne and begun to pace again.

"My Death Eaters," he began, "You hiss at these abominations because you know that they are soulless monsters. Our brothers in arms, the Dementor, will not even feed on them. But why... tell me why should we not use these monsters as they are meant to be used? We will use these things up until they are no more use to use to us and then, and then My Death Eaters we will slaughter them in droves. But... for now, I will give these creatures a great honor, to be commanded by Lord Voldemort. This is the highest honour they could ever hope to receive. My Death Eaters..."

He was interrupted by the large double doors swung open. As all of his servants turned and drew their wands at the intruder and two figures strolled into the room arm in arm. He put his wand away when he felt the magic of the male of the pair, it was so familiar to him, but more powerful than he remembered. The woman with him was powerful as well, though not even a drop in the bucket of the male's power. He raise his non existent eyebrow at the pair. The man raised his hand and gave him a jaunty salute in return.

"Sorry we're late, we were feeling a bit peckish," The man said playfully as he nuzzled the woman with him through the cloaks causing her to giggle, "How are you doing Gramps," he said still nuzzling the woman.

"I am your Lord!" Voldemort seethed as his hand flashed for his wand, but he was surprised, as was every one in the room as the man in the cloak already had his wand out, the midnight black stone on his finger a counterpoint to the blood red one on his hand. The tip of his pale white wand was glowing green so Voldemort withdrew his hand slowly as the cloaked man spoke.

"And I don't care," the man said ice frosting his tone as he replaced his wand into his robes, "You invited me here, remember. My time is valuable and this is wasting it."

"How dare you say that to my Master," one Death Eater cried, "Avad..."

He never got to finish his thought, since a spray of blood covered the Death Eaters closest to him as his head crashed to the floor, followed a half second later by his body. The Death Eaters could only stare in shock as a second comrade was slain that day, by what most would be thought of as seemingly invisible magicks. But only six people saw him begin to draw the rapier from under his cloak, that number dwindled down to three who saw him take his first step toward the Death Eater, but only one other being in the room saw the whole thing and as calmly as he could, due to the extreme rage building in him, spoke through clenched teeth.

"Please refrain from killing my Death Eaters," Voldemort grit out.

"Then keep your dogs on tighter leashes," the man barked back. They both stared at each other for a few tense moments.

"Leave us," he barked to the room and bodies left fast as they could, the doors creaking closed as the last Death Eater vacated the room. The witch and wizard pulled down the hood of their cloaks revealing a beautiful blonde witch, with cobalt blue eyes. The sight of the woman nearly caused Voldemort to start, as memories of long past began to haunt him, of the one who had almost broke into his heart, he looked away quickly back to the male.

His 'Other'.

There was really no other way to put it. One of his horcrux had stolen the life of someone else giving it corporealness, and it took on a life of it's own, creating a very different person than he was a half century before. The hansome young man he had been very long ago stare back at his creator with a look of impatiance, something that he would admit to no one, took far longer than he would have liked to gain mastery over.

"I ask a favor of you," Voldemort continued, he was glad he ordered his Death Eaters to leave the room or that would have caused tittering among his ranks. He is their Lord, he is supposed to command it and it is done. But they do not know the delicateness of the situation, "I ask you to go forward with the plan to stir panic with the muggles."

"No," Tom said simply.

"NO!" Voldemort yelled his eyes flashing in rage.

"Yes. No," Tom continued calmly.

"Explain it to me," the Dark Lord demanded.

"A few days ago," the younger wizard began, "I sold the half-giant Palagyn, known for his brashness against muggle in general, info on the Department of Mysteries Storehouse and I've decided to see how this plays out."

"Palagyn," Voldemort said, "The name is unfamiliar to me."

"Palagyn is known as ze 'Muggle Eater' my Lord," the woman with the man spoke up. Her voice tinged with a slight French accent.

"And you are?" Voldemort demanded as he took in the curves she had even in heavy robes.

"Head of the nobel family Black," Alrisha answered haughtily, "I am most honored to be in your presence."

"She is also my consort," the man said not liking how the snake like man was eying what he considered his property.

"Pity," the Dark Lord said, sounding disappointed, "Never the less. We shall toast to our upcoming victory."

"I'm afraid we can't stay for long Old Bean," Tom said, his voice playful again as when they first came in. The wizard and witch turned as they headed to the dining room, "The little woman has places to be."

"That is quite disappointing," as he stared at their retreating forms, "Quite disappointing indeed."

'Bone's Estate: North Wing' Family Quarters

Northampton

May 26, 1996 - 0155Hr.

She took in the sleeping form of her most precious while she dressed for the storm that was brewing. As he tossed and turned in his newly acquired sleep, she stared longingly at her bed wishing she could go to sleep and it would all be a dream. But the memory of the klaxons were still ringing in her head reminding her that it was anything but. What she was about to do was liable to get her killed, they were forcing her hand and she was damn well gonna play it the best she could. She looked in the mirror and she frowned at it, she was dressed in her old school dueling uniform from Spelman College.

Jet black pleated dress to allow for the same maneuverability as robes. Hibrenean Black Dragon Leather Boots with a boot knife in it. The white chemisette was worn under the the ivory sleeveless doublet with a stylised jaguar on her stomach. The doublet was enchanted to absorb most low level spells that was use in most National Collegiate Wizarding Athletic Association sports, like quadpot, quidditch and longspell. The only thing different was the location of the wand holster, that Hermione had given her, strapped to her back instead of her forearm.

As she looked at the angel pendant hanging off the corner of the large mirror she took a steadying breath and drew her wand. She waved her wand in a few sharp slices, canceling the permanent transfiguration, watching in trepidation and anticipation. She watched her best friend and life saver when she was fourteen reappeared, up until Desmond was born three years ago, turn back into the large multi-bladed knife she changed it from.

Her mother magically endowed Bowie knife.

She pulled it out of the sheath, doing a quick check determined it was still in optimum condition. She stared at it for a moment, noting that it was a lot colder and heavier than she remembered. She stuffed it back in it's sheath and stuffed it in the back of her pants exhaling loudly. She exhaled and whispered.

"Belly," At the sound a large House Elf, well large for an House Elf, appeared quietly.

"Yes. Missy Kiki," The House Elf replied with a deep and gravely voice, well deep and gravely voice for a House Elf.

"I need you to watch Dezzy," she said quickly, not wanting to waste more time.

"Yes ,Missy Kiki."

"Thank you Belly," she said as she headed for the door.

"Missy Kiki?" The House Elf questioning voice stopped her.

"Yes Belly."

"When will you be retuning?" the House Elf asked with a gleam in his eye.

"Later Belly," she replied evasively.

"Shall Belly inform Madam then," Belly said as the gleam became a twinkle.

"No Belly," Kiara snapped, "You 're not tellin' Aunt Amelia."

"Sorry Missy," Belly responded slyly as the twinkle began to sparkle, "But Belly must inform Madam of all comings and goings of family."

"Okay," She said to herself. She should have realized what this was about. Time for the Waltz then, "Okay, Belly. Do you have to tell her right away?"

"No Missy Kiki," Belly said nearly bouncing with anticipation. He knew the dance as well.

"If you would please," Kiara responded stiffly, "Tell my Aunt that I had left about an hour

from now," She and the elf stared at one another for a long moment, deciding how this would play out, and who would come out on top. She didn't have time for this now any time but now.

She blinked first.

"I'll get you some Ogdens."

"Very good Missy Kiki," The House Elf eyes glowed, "Thank you very much Missy Kiki."

"We done," she asked and the elf nodded very quickly, his oversize ears flapped against his head. As she took off up the hall of her personally quarters she muttered "Little ass, lush Elf."

"What was that Missy," Belly bellowed in a very loud voice, as in loud enough to wake the whole wing voice.

"Nothin," she hissed back, "Damn."

With an eye roll she stealthily made her way to the east part of the estate where the infirmary was located. It would be here the only open floo connection this time of night would be. She looked up and down the hall to make sure the way was clear before she opened the door to the small antechamber with a fireplace in it. She took a cursory glance around the chamber, seeing no one she reached behind her and pulled her wand out aiming at the hearth 'Incendio'. She watched as the jet of flame poured from her wand onto the wood already placed there.

"I knew I would find you doing this," A cool voice from the corner of the room nearly startling her. But Kiara didn't even turn around to see the person in the chamber with her. Instead she just walk over to the pot that contained the powder and grabbed a pinch and threw it onto the flames watching as the flames roared up and changed colors. As she headed into the fire her aunt snapped, "Aren't you going to say something?"

"I said all I had to say," Kiara replied thinly.

"What now," Amelia said, " you're just go and confront the Weasley boy?"

"Something like that," she said while smirking, "Leaky Cauldron."

And she vanished into the fire, stepping out neatly into the tavern, making sure she was seen leaving into London. As she was still underneath the notice me not charms over the Leaky Cauldron she spun on her heel and disapparated with a small snap. As she reappeared in front of a broken bench underneath a lamp post. As she stared at the building for a moment she nodded, this is her path. She enter the building and got on the elevator going to the basement isolation rooms where the Order now keeps their prisoners.

She strode down the corridor until she got to the first guards, a nod of the head and she was in. The single guard stationed on the cell watched her as she walked up to him, he put on his very best smile. The witch groaned when she saw him smile, just one date, one horrible set up from her aunt when she first came to this country two years ago. And yet he still tries to flirt with her.

"Good morning," she said dully.

"It is now," the guard replied, "Hello my Nubian Goddess."

"Hello Freddy," she returned the greeting. He really wasn't that bad looking of a guy, just plain boring.

"It's Eddie," Eddie mumbled, "Edwin Whitman."

"Okay Freddy," she replied not hearing or not caring, "Whatever, listen I..."

"Why are you dressed like that?"

"Like what?" Kiara questioned back.

"Like..." he wave a hand toward her clothes.

"What's wrong with how I'm dressed," she said frost lacing her words.

"Uh..." was the best he could come up with, as he cowered to the smaller girl.

"See, now would be a good time to change the subject Freddy."

"Eddie," he said lamely, "Right, so..."

"So what can..." Kiara prompted.

"So what can I do for you?"

"I need to see the prisoner," she said plainly.

"After hours," Eddie let out a small bark of laughter, "I can't do that Babe."

"Look Eddie," Kiara said with a smirk. "you can either let me in there or I can make you let me in there."

As Eddie stared at the woman in front of him, Kiara could see the thought process of his decision as clearly as a pane of glass. Then of his resignation, she ran her hand down his shoulder consolingly as she went for the door but his hand on hers prevented her from moving further.

"Fine, but I'm coming as well."

She nodded and they pushed the heavy door open, the groaning of the door hid the small rattling of the chains that held the occupant against the wall. He was siting against the wall like he owned it, with his eye closed and arms hung loosely from their chains and his legs crossed ankle over ankle.

"Go away Princess," he said without opening his eyes, "Story Time is over."

"Not why I'm here," she replied.

"Well, that's the only thing I got to give you," he open one eye and smiled at her making Eddie tense, "Well not everything."

"Spare me," she said with a roll of her eyes.

"Only because I was ask to," he said and closed his eyes again.

"Ain't you gonna ask why I'm here," Kiara demanded.

"And why, pray tell, should I give a flying fuck why you're here."

"Because."

"That's not a sentence. Congrats, you've now successfully lowered my Intelligence Quotient. So why don't you scurry away and let me sleep."

" Because Hermione's been kidnapped."

TBC

I hope my Voldie is good enough or bad enough, since I read GoF, I always picture him as like cult leader with a silver tongue. Most of the bad guys in the books are stupid to be sure, but I don't think they would follow someone who throws crucio's (excuse the only phrase that comes to mind) all willy nilly.

Seeya when I Seeya. Peace Out.

Reviews appreciated.