Harry Potter sat against the wall. He felt so weak. He had been trapped in the same cellar, chained to the floor and only having bread and water every other day for weeks. He had watched as the days had passed, the winter's sun the only light which filtered in through the small window into the normally dark and damp cellar. He had tried everything to escape, but it was impossible to transform into his animagus form without his wand and Kreacher had not appeared when he had called him.

Harry now could finally fully understand what it had been like for Luna and Mr Ollivander to have been trapped in the cellar of Malfoy Manor during the war. He knew for a fact that he was not in Malfoy manor. Firstly since the end of the last war, Draco and his mother had tried their best redeem themselves and stay away from dark magic. Draco was now working as an informant at the IDA. The cellar was also the wrong shape to be the one at the manor. This cellar was roughly circular in shape and was made out of cold dark stone. It was as if the cellar had been dug out of the rock. At the end opposite to where Harry was chained up was a set of old rickety stairs which lead up to where his captors seemed to be.

He knew it was now winter since snow had started to fall at block up the small window, which was his only light source. He spent most of his time trying to work out why he was where his was. The badge Rookwood had been wearing had been a Runespoor, the three headed snake. He also knew from past conversations with Hermione back when they were on the run, that it was also the Ancient Rune symbol for the number three. That symbol had followed him; Dolohov had also been wearing that symbol back in Egypt and so had Lestrange when Harry had cornered him in Bulgaria.

That symbol must mean something, Harry thought, casting his mind back to his and Gabby's suspicions about the cause of the out breaks in Azkaban, could she be behind this? In his first years at the IDA he had spent his time rounding up wanted dark wizards around Europe. He had caught his old classmate and nemesis Goyle on the run in Switzerland and he had duelled a very angry Alecto Carrow by the side of a lake in Northern Italy. That had actually been an interesting fight ending with one of Alecto's creative spells back firing at causing her serious damage.

But none of them had been wearing that badge. Egypt had been the turning point. Dolohov had been wearing the badge, he had talked about ancient magic and a sacrifice, Harry's mind drifted back...he could still remember her screams...her pleas for help...Daddy, Daddy please save me...Daddy help me... Papa, ne le laisse pas me prendre!

Harry tried to block out those thoughts before they consumed him. He had found her, Dolohov was now dead and Ollie was safe. Carrow had mentioned Druids, specifically the exiled druids of Anglesey. What did they have to anything? History of magic had been one of his worst subjects at school, but in those lessons Professor Binns never mentioned druids, only the goblin rebellions but he knew that Anglesey was a big island off Wales which had been home to a group of Druids at the time of the Roman invasion. What was so special about these exiled ones?

Suddenly a shaft of light hit Harry's face as the wooden door at the end of the cellar opened. Harry lifted his hand to shield his eyes from the blinding light. 'Who is it? He called out.

'Well well well Mr Potter, we meet again at last' a high pitched girly voice replied.

'Umbridge'

'Oh, it feels so good to have you all tied up and powerless' she remarked gleefully

'What do you want with me?' Harry asked, standing up his legs weak and wobbly from lack of food and exercise.

'The time has come for my revenge Mr Potter' she replied, her toad like face smirking in the darkness, before flicking her wand at him.

Harry found himself in a crumpled heap, lying on the cold ground. Four figures wearing black cloaks, with their hoods up, were circling him whilst muttering under their breath. They all wore the three headed snake symbol. Harry glanced around, it was night, the almost full moon was high in the sky and the stars were shining brightly. It looked as if he was on a mountain at the edge of a cave. He spotted his wand lying alongside bubbling cauldron just inside the entrance of the cave. He was so close to it, if only he could reach it.

The cloaked people stopped circling him and slowly lowered their hoods. Harry looked up at them, realising that his hands were tied together behind his back. Their faces were illuminated by the fire burning at the edge of the cave. Umbridge, Carrow, Rookwood and John Dawlish, head of the Auror department, stared at the defenceless Harry.

'It's time' Umbridge announced. 'Stand up and face me' she ordered, pointing her short stubby wand at Harry, who stood up shakily. 'I want to see the fear in your eyes, I want to hear you beg for mercy, Crucio!' she cried.

It felt as if a thousand white hot knives were piercing every part of his body. Harry clamped his mouth together, biting on the inside of his lips to hold them together, trying to hold back his cries. He was not going to give her the satisfaction of hearing him scream. The pain disappeared as she lowered her wand, observing Harry with morbid curiosity and disgust. Harry was still standing, though only just, he had locked his knees in an attempt to remain standing and now they were shaking. He was breathing heavily a trickle of sweat was making its way down his brow.

'The potion only requires the last ingredients mistress' Dawlish announced, bringing the steaming cauldron towards Umbridge, bowing as he paced it in front of her. The whole set up reminded Harry about his ordeal in the graveyard where he had witnessed Voldemort's rebirth.

'What are you doing?' Harry asked lifting his head to look her in the eyes, trying to read her thoughts and find out what she was planning.

'Tut tut, Mr Potter, ligilimency won't work on me' she replied as Harry hit a mental barrier. Umbridge smirked as she fingered her wand, debating what to do next. 'You want to know what I'm up to. Well since you'll be dead in a matter of minutes I think I can let you know why.'

Harry watched her carefully as he edged towards the side of the cave trying to get to his wand. His hands fumbling behind his back trying to untie to rope which held his hand together. Dawlish was sat tiring the potion while the other two death eaters were inside the cave. It was just him and Umbridge, who began to tell her story.

'At the time of the Roman invasion of Britain there was a group of druids living on the island of Anglesey. They were peaceful magical people, believing in non-violence and spent most of their time focusing on the art of healing, potions making and wandlore. However the Romans soon came and saw these people as a threat. They launched an attack on the unsuspecting Druids. Only three made it out alive and they vowed revenge on these invaders who had heartlessly killed their wives and children. So they developed a potion a purifying potion, a way to wipe out their enemies. These druids captured a Roman centurion and used his blood in the potion. At that moment, so the legend says the whole Roman century who attacked the druids were killed'

So what has this got to do with me?' Harry asked finally getting his hands free but keeping them behind his back to maintain the illusion.

'Inquisitive as ever, Mr Potter' she replied gesturing for Dawlish the bring Harry's wand towards her. 'The potion contains the blood of different types of half breeds from around the world. When your blood sacrifice and the pheonix feather is added they will all just die.'

'How do you know that will happen, you said the story was just a legend?' Harry asked horrified, doing everything in his power to remain under control and not launch himself at her.

'This potion has worked throughout history Potter' Umbridge replied, taking his wand off Dawlish and inspecting it. 'The ancient Egyptians used it to kill off their enemies, the Chinese emperors also used it on their prisoners, Grindelwald was also going to use it for the greater good however Dumbledore stopped him before he could at the blood.

'Why do you need my blood?' Harry asked trying to buy himself some time and work up the magical energy to perform some wandless magic.

'You do like to ask questions don't you Potter? Umbridge replied smirking slightly. 'This potion requires a blood sacrifice of someone with a noble heart to make it work' she said gesturing for Dawlish to come closer a silver knife now held in his hands.

'Why did Dolohov kidnap my daughter back in Egypt?' Harry asked desperately as Dawlish approached him, lowering the knife towards his neck. 'Ah yes, little Miss Ollie Potter' Umbridge replied in that annoying voice of hers. 'Dolohov knew that if he kidnapped her we would be able to get to you easily, unfortunately he did not wait for reinforcements and paid the price. Now I can't delay this any longer, goodbye Mr Potter!'

As Dawlish brought the knife towards his neck Harry closed his eyes and built up his magic. Suddenly he unclasped his hands knocked Dawlish out of the way and summoned his wand, knocking over the cauldron filled with the potion in the process.

'NOOOO!' Umbridge shrieked drawing her own wand and turning Harry who was now hiding in the shadows near the entrance to the cave.

Rookwood and Carrow heard the commotion and came rushing out of the cave to find a screaming Umbridge and a sobbing Dawlish who was lying on the floor clutching his hand to his chest. The two death Eaters launched an attack on Harry as Umbridge watched, distraught that her plan had been ruined.

It took months to brew that potion plus years of tracking and collecting the blood of all the half breeds. The Potion had contained the blood of werewolves, veela, vampires, centaurs, giants plus any other blood of any other half breeds her minions had come across on their travels. She wanted to purify the wizarding world so only the true magical people would live. This was the first stage in her plan for domination and revenge. After she had achieved the eradication of the half breeds she would use Dawlish. The Current Minister, Kingsley would have to stand down as a result of public uproar and she would place Dawlish as the new minister for magic and rule through him. Dawlish always did everything he could to please his mistress. Now all her plans were ruined and Potter was free.

Umbridge suddenly looked up and found Potter heading towards her; she glanced around and noticed the bodies of Carrow and Rookwood lying on the ground, dead. Harry had clearly wasted no time finishing them off, having been tormented by them for the past month.

Harry pointed his wand at her, panting slightly catching his breath from his previous fight. 'Give me one good reason why I shouldn't just kill you now' He said.

'Mr Potter, I know you, you don't kill' Umbridge replied smirking slightly.

'You knew me as an angry fifteen year old' Harry replied 'may I remind you that I have killed, I kill those who threaten me or my family. I killed Voldemort, I killed Dolohov, I have killed Lestrange and look to your right and you'll see I have killed Carrow and Rookwood.'

Umbridge looked into Harry's eyes which were now a dark deadly green. For the first time in her life she truly felt powerless. This boy was not a boy any more he was a man and a force to be reckoned with. He was no longer the young idealistic school boy but a man hardened by fighting. 'Now Mr Potter, this isn't how this has to end, I can change my ways, take me to Azkaban, take me to the ministry for questioning please don't kill me!' She begged taking a step backwards.

'And how am I meant to know that you're not just going to plot your revenge and escape again' Harry replied, becoming aware of a stabbing sensation in his chest. 'You and your group kidnapped my daughter and my friends, injured someone I care a lot about and killed hundreds of innocent people. You know I'm telling the truth' Harry stated holding out his hand to show Umbridge to show her the faint scars on the back of it 'I must not tell lies'

'They were not people!' Umbridge shrieked 'They were filthy half breeds who needed to be eradicated' and she launched an attack on Harry. Harry quickly blocked the curses she was aiming at him and continued to push her backwards. Harry fired one last spell at Umbridge which hit her straight in the chest. She lost her balance and arms flapping fell off the edge, rolling and bouncing down the rocky mountainside until she reached the bottom of the valley in a broken and bloody heap.

Harry staggered backwards away from the edge. He felt drained both physically and magically. He closed his eyes momentarily trying to think of a way to escape from wherever he was. Harry's eyes snapped open as he heard footsteps shuffling towards him. It was Dawlish coming towards him, the silver knife held tightly in his uninjured hand.

John Dawlish had watched in horror as his Mistress and love had fallen off the edge of the mountain. The cause was over and he was on the losing side, however the only person who knew about this was Potter. He needed to get rid of the evidence. As he watched Potter regain his strength he crawled over to where the ceremonial knife was lying on ground. He slowly picked it up and headed towards Potter, knife raised ready to strike, aiming for the heart.

He missed his target Potter moved and he caught his arm. Potter let out a cry in pain glancing at the blood that was now seeping through his already dirty torn shirt. Dawlish seized his chance and pushed the defenceless Harry against the cold stone wall of the cave bringing the bloddy knife up to his victim's throat. Harry struggled and with a surge of wandless magic through Dawlish across the cave. Dawlish's head hit the top of the cave and there was a loud crack. Harry slumped to the ground and whispered the name of his faithful house elf before the darkness claimed him.


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