Huntress's revenge.

Helena had invited over a dozen people to come to attend Bella's funeral, some non magical friends of Bella and Helena, particularly Helena's school friends who were close to the two women, amongst them was the Tonks family, except for Nymphadora since the younger woman had declined, citing auror duties. Helena had doubts about that, clearly the younger woman had learnt that she was aware of who actually murdered her aunt, although technically Bella was Tonk's biological relative.

It was actually ironic, in a twisted sort of way that the only person close to Bella would consider her an aunt, mother, and sister all rolled into one person, whereas the real niece was a murderous bitch.

No one from the Order had arrived, and certainly not Dumbledore or her parents, but considering the way she'd lashed out at her own mother, Helena was willing to bet that Dumbledore didn't want a repeat. Besides direct contact was not in the old wizard's style. Her parents were probably avoiding it because of her, but Helena didn't know what their reasons were and she didn't care one little bit.

Helena didn't hear the vicar when she went through it, she gave the eulogy almost on autopilot. Helena outlined how her godmother had treated her like a human being, that she'd bought her, her first ever book, how they'd gone out for days. When Helena finished, the tears she'd kept contained brokethrough, and she cried. Surprisingly Andromeda Tonks comforted her by wrapping her into a hug. Physically Andromeda was similar in appearance to both her sisters, although she lacked Bella's violet coloured eyes and Narcissa Malfoy's pinched appearance.

" I'm sorry, I'm sorry about your sister," Helena cried into Andromeda's chest. The younger woman felt the older woman's head shake and body shake with tears.

" No, you've got nothing to be sorry about. It's the scum," Andromeda whispered, spitting out the word scum although she was still unaware of what her daughter had done. " who joined the Dark Lord. They destroy everything and leave everything in ruins, all in the name of the future."

When the funeral ended, Helena went with the Tonks family. " I have something to tell you, a story." She said.

Helena cringed when she watched Andromeda burst into tears at what she'd just learnt. She'd learnt it was her own daughter who'd murdered her sister, but Helena wished that she could give her better news. She'd backed it up with evidence, the memory of what she'd learnt about the murder of Bella she'd taken from Lily, and she collapsed into tears.

Helena caught the look on Ted Tonks, and the older man gestured her to follow him, and she was more than happy to get away from Andromeda for a little while, but before they did Ted waved his wand over her before he led her away from the room.

When they'd left, Helena gave into her curiosity, " What spell did you use?"

Ted sighed, " I used a sedating spell, should keep her unconscious for a few hours, but I doubt it would help in the long run. Andromeda and Bellatrix were really close."

Helena nodded, " I know. I remember coming over here with her when she wanted to talk with Andromeda. Aside from Bella, you two were my favourite adults."

" I remember," Ted replied sadly. They both walked into Ted's office where the older man ran his accountancy business. Ted and Helena sat down, and Ted poured them both a drink of strong firewhiskey.

Helena took a sip, but she didn't cough when the fiery liquid went down her throat. She'd mastered firewhiskey a long time ago, just like she had with other alcohols.

" I'm sorry about what your daughter did," Helena began.

" Thanks," Ted Tonks grimaced as he took a sip. " I don't know what's happened to the sweet young girl, always laughing, making jokes and playing games has gone. Dora changed when she went to Hogwarts, and it wasn't a good time for her either. A young girl, only just coming into her own with her metamorph powers, being constantly bullied and Dumbledore not doing anything about it. As time went by she changed, and became someone different. It got worse when she went into her teens. She became an arrogant girl, so convinced of herself. Andromeda tried to keep up with her, but I couldn't. Then she joined the Order of the Phoenix."

" Not your favourite bunch then?" Helena observed.

Ted shook his head as he took another sip, " You could say that," he muttered darkly. " Albus Dumbledore never did me any favours when my own parents were murdered by Death eaters, and he could've done something about it. When I confronted him, he just gave his patronising bullshit to me. Later, when Dora joined, she repeated the same monologue like Dumbledore did. Dumbledore enjoyed that, twisting my daughter into his own mindless automaton."

" That's not the only reason you hate him, is it?"

Ted shook his head grimly, taking a sip again, then he started ranting. " Albus Dumbledore runs a school where bigotry and stereotypes run amok. When I was at Hogwarts, I quickly saw how bigoted the magical world, something that bitch McGonagall didn't mention when she came to my parents to discuss magic with them. Dumbledore and McGonagall are like that," he crossed his fingers, " and she follows his every command without question, or thought, and he does the same with the other students. Oh, there are a few teachers who don't follow his every word, but he keeps them contained. Now we find out he's taken our only child, and turned her into a murderer."

Number 12 Grimauld place lived up to its name, Helena thought to herself as she found herself outside the Order's headquarters, the fidellius charm broken since she knew precisely where the place was thanks to her mother's memories. She checked her belt and found the daggers she'd secreted there, and her crossbow and bolts, all checked and ready. Her petrol can was ready as well.

Showtime.

Marching up to the door, Helena ran her fingers over the doorlock, and directed the magic into unlocking the door without setting off the wards. Opening the door carefully, Helena walked in, but she didn't make a sound. She stopped in the dark hall, with the oppressive darkness all around her, the clawed hatstand, the blackness of decay all over, the stench.

But the house was inhabited, she could hear the voices distant and unaware of her presence. Taking the petrol can, she walked up the stairs, and poured the liquid all over the place, careful not to splash or waste any of it. When she walked inside rooms, she drenched the place with petrol and walked out, pouring it on the stairs before she went back downstairs, and left the can outside the door leading into the kitchen.

Taking her daggers out and balancing them into the crossbow, Helena kicked the door in and stepped through. Activating her powers she went to work. She shot her crossbow at one of the Order, who dropped to the ground, but as they were going for their wands, Huntress was slashing her way forward, the hood of her hoodie covering her head, but they knew who she was.

Huntress didn't listen to them, their cries for mercy, their surrender, she hacked her way through them with a ferocity they couldn't imagine. Huntress either killed them or she left them wounded, unable to use their magic. When she got to Madeye Moody, however, she ducked under his spell, and slashed at his throat. Leaving the old auror to die, Huntress looked around, and found the still living body of Molly Weasley, the fat bitch whose son had bullied her. Kicking the wand away from her, Huntress opened her eyes and looked into Weasley's eyes. Apparently, there was to be a meeting tonight, and the whole Order would be here, but Huntress was looking forward to their reaction when they arrived.

Getting up, shoes crunching on the bodies, some were still twitching or moving, Huntress crushed some of their wands as she walked over the bodies and reached outside the door for the can. Chucking the petrol over the Order members, Huntress walked over to Molly Weasley and opened her mouth, and poured the petrol down her throat, making the woman choke.

" I've wanted to kill you for years, you bitch, since you let your bastard son bully me. Now, I'll have my revenge on you, for the murder of my aunt." She hissed at Weasley as she choked.

Pouring the petrol over the ground of the house, Helena left the building and struck a match before she threw it at the petrol drench floors. The whole place went whoosh and went up in fire.