Chapter 14

THE HYDE PARK INCIDENT

The Thestrals flew away into the night sky and for hours the band of fighters were still in the air. After hours of flying, they landed outside Harry's house and got down. Bellatrix yawned and stretched her body muttering something about food.

"Thank you all again," Harry said, nodding at each of them. "I was out of options until you showed up."

"I could have taken them Potter," Bellatrix said lazily. "If you want to be modest, do it but count me out." Sirius hugged Harry and pulled him back.

"You are a man now Harry, and you can make your own choices but if you ever need help, just send Dobby. He knows how to find us," he said and wiped the tears from his eyes.

"I will do that Sirius," Harry said and hugged him once more. Alastor Moody slapped each of them on the back and after goodbyes were said, the rescue team left on the Thestrals and flew away. They then made their way slowly inside the crumbling old house.

Blacktooth was waiting for them when they arrived and he had already made himself at home, helping himself to Bellatrix's wine collection. Harry collapsed on his armchair and Neville threw himself on the carpet, trying to get some sleep.

"I'll let you off the hook Blacktooth, but next time don't fuck with my wine," Bellatrix said and poured herself a glass. The goblin chuckled and looked at them all.

"I took care of the royal families Potter, your vaults are flowing with gold and the people in your industry are living happy lives free from attacks."

"Is that all?" Harry asked.

"Yes."

"Good. Get out when you finish with the wine," Harry said. Blacktooth drained his glass and stood up. "Nice show anyway, I forgot to say the princess of Paraguay was very enchanted with your performance." Harry fired a shot at the goblin who simply dodged it and chuckled as he left the building.

"Today was just bloody amazing!" Bellatrix said in excitement. "The blood Harry, the blood felt warm on my body when I killed them!"

"That's enough Black, I want to sleep," Neville moaned from the carpet.

"Let's all get some sleep for now," Harry said and closed his eyes. "There's trouble at Hogwarts anyway."

HOGWARTS CASTLE

The Death Eaters who had pledged their lives to Voldemort and his cause were all present. From high ranking member to marching soldier. Lord Voldemort sat in the Great Hall and looked at his followers with fury.

"THIS GAME WAS PERFECTLY FINE TILL HARRY POTTER AND HIS BAND OF OUTLAWS CAME IN!" he roared. The tension around them was thick and a cough from a single person would cost their life.

"WHO WAS IN CHARGE OF THE CELLS? WHO I SAY?!" No one moved and Voldemort angrily.

"IF I SHOULD DELVE INTO THE MINDS OF YOU ALL AND FIND THE FOOL WHO DID THIS, HE WOULD WISH HE WAS DEAD!"

"It was I my lord," a wizard said and slowly made his way to the front.

"Nagini kill," Voldemort whispered to his snake and she leapt out of his arms and coiled herself around the poor wizard's body, cracking his bones and suffocating him. When the life left him, she attacked his body with her fangs and chomped noisily as everyone watched.

"Let it be known to everyone that Lord Voldemort does not tolerate mistakes," he said in an icy tone. He waved them away and slowly, they dispersed.

POTTER RESIDENCE – THE FOLLOWING DAY

Harry opened his eyes when he heard a loud screech. He looked around and saw Bellatrix using the Cruciatus curse on a number of birds she had trapped in cages.

"Morning Potter. Longbottom left to see how the company was doing. I caught Lavender Brown and some reporters sneaking outside the house and I hurt them nicely and after this experiment, I'm going to see Crabbe and Goyle."

Harry took his phone from the table and answered the call. "Beecher?"

"Master Harry. I saw your match yesterday and it was lovely."

"Thank you mate. I did it with some help."

"That Bellatrix girl is quite the specimen. Does she use a phone?"

"She's strictly pureblood. Why did you call?"

"I became curious about this Greengrass lady so I had her followed around. She always makes a stop at Hyde Park and around Princess Diana's memorial stone, there's this little girl with a puppy. They always talk for exactly seven minutes and then they go their separate ways."

At this time Harry was into a set of new clothes and was brushing his teeth. He spat the paste from his mouth and replied, "You are such a pal Beecher, and I'm going there now."

"Make sure you deal with her. She's gradually interfering with my courtesan business. It's not good for me or the royals who like different types of –"

"I get you mate," Harry cut in and chuckled. "I'll see to this once and for all."

"You do that," Beecher said and ended the call. Harry jogged down the stairs and swore as a floorboard gave way and pulled him under. Bellatrix was on her way up and ignored Harry who clearly needed help.

"How many times do Longbottom and I tell you to renovate the bleeding building," she said in a bored voice and walked to her room. Dobby appeared there and immediately pulled Harry from the floor.

"Thanks mate," he said and used a cleaning spell on his robes. He walked to the hall and put a Walther PPQ in his trousers and waited for Bellatrix to come down.

"I'm going to check something out at Hyde Park- Greengrass related."

"Good for you darling, I've got a date with Crabbe and Goyle," she said sweetly and arranged her hair neatly in a ponytail and opened her shirt buttons exposing her cleavage.

"You don't want to have sex with them right?"

"No. I'm just using my charms first and then I'll do what I'm known for." She blasted the front door open and flew out, leaving Harry and Dobby in the house.

"Shall we take the Potter Lincoln or the Bentley sir?"

"No. Greengrass will see me from afar. I'll go alone."

HYDE PARK, LONDON, UNITED KINGDOM

Two people were taking a stroll around the beautiful gardens of Hyde Park. They had taken extra care and precaution to meet without arousing suspicion and they had been having their secret meetings for almost a year now. There were a lot of people in the park going about and the Muggle school students, and other Muggles were in their numbers so they didn't stand out.

As they walked in the autumn afternoon, they only cared about themselves and discussed a possible future far away from Britain.

"Neville, I think we should get married," Tracey said and placed her head on his shoulder as they walked on.

"I want us to Tracey, but we have duties. Mine is to Harry and yours is to Greengrass. Leaving them alone would cause another war. I don't trust Bellatrix to keep him from doing something stupid, she rather spurs him on." Tracey giggled and pulled him to a corner.

"I really loved your fight at the Death Games. I never had a chance to express my admiration," she said softly talking on his lips. The hot air and the friction between them was high. Neville loved the smell of her body oils and she loved the masculine smell Neville had and they both leaned forward and locked their lips kissing each other passionately.

Neville put a hand under her skirt and she moaned into his neck.

"Neville," she murmured and closed her eyes as he tortured her down below. Neville was attacking her with his fingers and slowly worked her into an orgasm.

"I'm gonna - AH!"

She held him tightly and Neville felt her muscles tightening as the orgasm came. When it was all over, she breathed heavily on his neck and kissed him once more.

"That was intense," Neville whispered and cleaned her dress with a spell. They stepped out of the corner and after taking a few steps, Neville pulled her back and swore loudly, punching the wall.

"What is it?" Tracey said. Neville took his phone from his pocket and stretching his hand outside his hiding place, he took a photo and showed it to her.

"Oh sweet Morgana," Tracey whispered. "It's Harry Potter."

"If he is here, then Daphne Greengrass is also here."

"I don't think so Neville, she would have told me."

"Well, Harry is only driven by one thing for now and it's your friend. If she's hiding something from you, then it must be really big." Tracey sighed and shook her head.

"You have to leave here."

"I am, but where will you go?"

"I'll sneak out and blend in, then I'll follow Harry and see what he's up to."

"Please. I don't want you to die," Neville said desperately. "He will notice you and when he does, the gun in his trousers will kill you. Let us go back to work," he pleaded. Tracey nodded and kissed his cheek.

"Goodbye Neville." Neville nodded and they both apparated to their work places."

DIAGON ALLEY

Bellatrix was walking along the now deserted and filthy streets of Diagon Alley. She was using a charm that changed her looks, but when Crabbe and Goyle saw her, they would recognise her for who she really was. She made her way into a bar and noticed the place was filled with Death Eaters. Everyone looked at her as she entered and a few men tried to make advances but the look on her face stopped them.

She walked to Crabbe and Goyle's table and when they saw her, they choked on their beer. They went pale and looked around to see if anyone had noticed her.

"Good morning," she said sweetly and took Crabbe's mug. "Don't worry, you two are the only ones who can notice me for the darling I am," she said and took of her coat leaving them speechless.

"Unless you want everyone to keep staring, I suggest you tell them to mind their business," she said and took a sip of her beer. Goyle stood up and tried to look tough. "It's all right, everyone fuck off and mind your business." The bar slowly grew back to life and the chatter among the Death Eaters resumed.

"I believe you have both regained your memories from our last encounter." They both nodded and Crabbe was having a hard time preventing himself from shaking.

"Any news about Dumbledore?"

"No."

"I see. I guess I'll have to silently torture you and get something out of you then," she said and placed her wand on the table.

"Cruc-"

"Wait!" Crabbe hissed and Bellatrix smiled at him. "Rodolphus and his brother are going to that Inferni cave tonight. I think they are going there with the Dark Lord to torture Dumbledore. That's all I know I swear," he said quickly.

"What about Greengrass? I want to know everything about her," she said and placed privacy wards around the table.

"She started getting some power in our sixth year. You were away for some reason and we didn't know what happened and she started getting bossy," Goyle said.

"She doesn't have the Dark Mark though. We tested her but she's clean. I heard her parents are afraid of their own daughter and she had them killed. Her sister, Astoria is dangerous too, but she don't make a noise and she sticks to Narcissa, and Snape all the time," Crabbe added.

"What is her game with Harry Potter then?" Bellatrix asked absorbing the information quickly.

"Well, we was all chatting with Draco and he was drunk at that time and he let slip that the Dark Lord will use her to destroy Harry Potter," Goyle said and stared at Bellatrix's chest. Bellatrix noticed and smiled at them.

"We can be good friends after all," she said to them and tapped a finger on the table causing a button to pop open. Crabbe and Goyle swore silently and looked at her.

"That is why he doesn't wanna attack him. I think he has some real fucking shit cooked up for that Potter bastard and it won't end well," Goyle said. Bellatrix nodded in understanding and opened two more buttons.

"Morgana!" they hissed together unable to control themselves. Crabbe ordered more drinks and drained his glass in an instant.

"Crucio!" she hissed and Crabbe and Goyle clenched their fists in pain. They were clearly enjoying the thrill she was giving them and the pain just made them want more. They wanted to sack every one out of the bar and rip her clothes off and make some serious damage to her but they couldn't and the thought of that alone made them want more.

"Wait a moment Bellatrix, we are trying to remember more," Crabbe said and wiped the sweat from his brow. Bellatrix felt someone trying to penetrate the privacy wards she had placed around them. She narrowed her eyes and tried to retrace the spell but she felt it all over the bar and tracing it to the source required time which she didn't have.

"The Dark Lord was also trying to get the Basilisk in the Chamber to bond with him. I heard he could hear it calling out but no one was responding. He killed sixteen people skilled in magical creatures care in anger. He also sent out a party to find Hagrid but they ain't back."

She stretched her legs under the table and located their members, massaging it with the heel of her boots. "That feels good don't it?" she asked and they closed their eyes in pleasure as she played with them expertly.

"That would be all for today boys," she said and stood up from her chair.

"Get me more information," she whispered sweetly and buttoned her shirt. She grabbed her coat from the chair and walked out of the bar. Unknown to them, (maybe Bellatrix knew something) a pair of green eyes were watching them from a corner and observing their every move. The spy stood up a few minutes after Bellatrix left and followed her.

This spy knew Bellatrix's reputation and knew she didn't like stalkers so the spy kept a safe distance away from her. The spy occasionally made a few stops in front of some stores or blended with other Death Eaters, trying everything to avoid detection.

Bellatrix was walking back home and could feel someone following her. She maintained her composure and swore silently when she realised that, about fifteen people were now following her and she could hear their thoughts from the eight hundred meter distance between them. She muttered a spell and continued walking.

The spy followed Bellatrix into an alley and realised it was a dead end. Bellatrix's apparent body slowly faded away into the air and the spy looked up for any sign of danger and suddenly, fifteen Death Eaters appeared out of nowhere. Before a spell could be uttered, someone flew around them but the person was not on a broomstick. The person was actually flying but as the body moved about in the air, all that could be seen was a trail of a kind of black smog. The attacker swooped down and grabbed two of them and screams could be heard and then their bodies hit the floor. The necks were snapped out of place and a look of terror was written all over their faces. Another two were grabbed and they met the same fate until none of them were left alive.

The attacker flew around the spy for minutes and then landed behind her. The spy spun around quickly, casting a spell, but the attacker was faster and flicked the spell away.

"Bellatrix Black."

"Astoria Greengrass. Give me a good reason not to kill you right now and if it doesn't make any sense to me, you will die darling."

"Snape and Narcissa Malfoy sent me to meet you."

"What the fuck did I do?"

"They want to meet. She said to meet them at the first secret tunnel you both discovered." Bellatrix straightened her skirt and stretched her stockings.

"Much better," she muttered and looked at one of the men on the floor.

"If they sent you, who sent them?" she wondered aloud and knelt over a body. She ripped his shirt off and rolled him over his back.

"There we are," she said and pointed at a tattoo of a snake down their spines.

"That is for Rabastan and Rodolphus sweetie and it seems to me, they had orders to put you down. As much as I hate your fucking whore of a sister and would like to kill you right here and let the Prophet, and the Death Herald and Lee Jordan's Freedom Report publish it with me getting all the credit, I would also enjoy watching them hurt you," she said and cackled loudly.

Astoria shook her head and looked at Bellatrix fiercely, her green eyes burning with hate.

"What? Are you going to do something love?"

"You should be careful Bellatrix, not all of us are mental like you and seducing those idiots for information is dangerous," Astoria said in a cold tone but that didn't seem to unnerve Bellatrix.

"So you were the one trying to invade our privacy eh? Well good day Astoria, I have some boys at home who miss me," she said and blew her a kiss, cackling loudly as she flew away.

HYDE PARK

Harry moved through the people passing by and asked for directions to Princess Diana's memorial stone. He arrived there and just as Beecher had said, Daphne Greengrass was present, talking with a little girl. She was in a blue dress that fitted her body well, with blue shoes to match and her blonde hair was tied up in a bun. He could feel the hatred and anger rising within him and managed to control. He saw her hand a basket to the girl and then walk away. Harry followed the little girl out of the park and into a street that was inhabited by some poor folk. The whole place reeked of disease and suffering and he ignored the wailings of an old woman and stepped over a puddle of vomit. He grabbed the girl by the arm and shoved her into an old building.

"Please, don't hurt me," she said and started sobbing.

"Where's Neville when you need him," he muttered and pulled out his gun.

"I believe you know what this is little girl?" he asked and the girl nodded. Harry heard movement somewhere within the building and frowned.

"Who owns this place?"

"I won't say," she hissed and tried to run, but Harry caught her and pulled her back. This time, the movements were more frequent and he could feel people getting close. He grabbed some rope from the floor and bound the girl's feet so she couldn't run away and turned to face his assailants.

"Good afternoon," Harry said calmly and saw dozens of men walking towards him with bats and chains. One of them spat at him but Harry caught the saliva in a bubble charm and shook his head.

"I'll give you all a chance to live. You live in poverty and the damage I might do won't cover your insurance so just back off!"

Harry's warning didn't seem to deter them and a thug rushed at him swinging a chain wildly, but Harry grabbed it and yanked it from his grasp and brought it down on his back.

"I told you all to –"

His words were cut short because they all shouted and rushed at him swinging crowbars and dangerous items dangerously. Harry stood his ground and banished half of them into a wall. He waved his hand and a group of them fell down clutching their throats. The remainder looked at Harry and then at their fallen comrades and slowly retreated away into the shadows, not saying a word.

Harry turned and released the girl and sniffed. "I've been made angry by your neighbours little lady and I don't really give damn about ten year old girls so tell me what Greengrass wanted."

"You are a wizard like her?"

"Answer the damn question!" Harry hissed and some mice in a corner squeaked and scurried away in fear. A beam caught fire all of a sudden above them, but Harry put it out and looked at her.

"She wanted to help me that's all. She promised to give me a nice home with lots of kittens and puppies as long as I did what she asked," she said desperately.

"Problem is I don't believe you."

"You have to," she said and tried to run but Harry grabbed her basket and pulled out a ginger kitten. "I will snap the neck of this bloody cat if you don't tell me what she wanted and don't bloody get me started on animal cruelty or even child harassment."

The girl gasped and looked at him with defiance in her eyes.

"You wouldn't," she whispered and Harry snapped his fingers.

"No ten year old would look at someone who just threatened to kill her cat angrily. You are not really ten years old are you?"

"FUCKING HELL!" she yelled and Harry watched as the illusion vanished and a young woman, in her late twenties now stood before Harry.

"You ruined Miss Greengrass' spell."

"A basic concealment charm. The only thing needed to break it is the truth. Filius Flitwick was my Charms teacher at Hogwarts and I'm bloody good so speak now because this became a whole lot fun," Harry said and twisted the kitten's neck like a rag doll and burnt the body with his magic.

"Monster!"

Harry pulled out his gun and shot her thigh.

"What did she want?"

"Screw you." Harry sighed and shot the same place again, watching her screaming and crawling in the dust as she held her thigh.

"What did she want? And before you say something you might regret later on, I suggest you think carefully." Harry aimed the gun at the same wound and was about to fire.

"WAIT!" she hissed and wiped the tears with the back of her hand. She spat on the floor and looked at Harry.

"She wanted information on a certain witch. A seer to be precise and she had gone underground after your war ended with Voldemort defeating Harry Potter and killing Dumbledore. Her name is-"

"Sybil Trelawney," Harry cut in and shook his head. "Squibs know about what happened?"

"We receive copies of the Prophet if you must know," she said and dragged herself to a wall.

"A little help please?" she asked pointing at her wound.

"I'm no healer love. My healing skills are limited but I can remove the slugs and stop the bleeding and patch you up, but those bones would be hard to heal." Harry looked at her and shook his head.

"Fuck that, call Greengrass to fix you up instead," he said simply and walked out of the building.

"Of all the people to spy on Greengrass, why the fuck did it have to be Trelawney," Harry thought as he boarded the Knight Bus.

POTTER RESIDENCE - LATER THAT EVENING

Harry and Neville and Dobby were listening to what Bellatrix was saying. They were all quiet and absorbing the information well, and Harry especially didn't hiss or growl as he usually did.

"What did you ever do to her Potter?" Walburga Black asked from where she was.

"I have no idea."

"At least we know who will destroy you mate, do your best and stay away from her," Neville said. Bellatrix twirled her knife in her hand and gazed at the fire burning at the fireplace.

"You let her try Neville," she said in a distant voice.

"Well I have news as well," Harry said to them all. "My criminal contact Beecher told me where to find Greengrass and I found her at Hyde Park with a little girl."

"What the bloody hell happened Harry, get to the point," Neville said in a bored voice.

"Well it turned out she wasn't a girl and after I killed her kitten and shot her, I learnt Greengrass wants to find Trelawney."

"Now that's a shocker," Bellatrix muttered and threw her knife across the room, killing a rat scurrying off in a dark corner.

"What does she want with Missus Trelawney Master Potter?" Dobby asked.

"The woman never knew Dobby, and I intend to find out," he said and left the room.

"Don't get yourself killed Potter," Walburga called out as he left. Dobby left Bellatrix and Neville alone in the room and the only noise that could be heard was the soft crackling of the fire.

"Who are you screwing Longbottom?"

"Excuse me?"

"I said who are you bloody screwing?!" she hissed and the fire grew out of the fireplace and licked the air dangerously.

"What do you care?" Neville asked getting angry.

"What do I care? Have you told him who you have been fucking all this while?" Neville sighed and held his head.

"How long have you known?" he asked simply.

"Ever since Harry got involved with Greengrass. When we went for that party, I noticed the way she looked at you and when I went away with that fool of a man, I stunned him and I followed you only to see you ripping her clothes and fucking her hard in the corridor. You two have no idea how to hide an affair."

"Don't tell Harry," Neville said quietly. "I –"

"I know you bloody love her Longbottom. I don't want to hear it but don't let it get in the way. You promised to stand by Harry and you know he'll consider this as betrayal. I mean you are fucking with the enemy!"

"Tracey would never put me in the way of harm. She would inform me if anything bad was happening."

"Don't care Longbottom. I feel like telling a story, so let me tell you what happened after Sirius Black was cleared of all charges."

HOGWARTS CASTLE – EIGHT YEARS AGO

Harry Potter was excited that the only person he had to a relative was free of all charges. It turned out Sirius Black was innocent and Peter Pettigrew was the bad one all along. Though he got away, Sirius was taking control of his family's assets and he promised to come for Harry during the holidays. Surprisingly, Bellatrix had provided him with all the help he needed and she showed Harry, that Ron's rat was in fact the killer.

He was on his way to the library, the only place he knew she was. He crept inside the library and gingerly walked on the carpet, trying not to make himself known.

"What the fuck do you want Potter?" a voice said from Harry's left and he turned around and saw her sitting in a corner reading a book.

"I wanted to say thank you. I mean, you helped me than Hermione and the others combined," Harry said and stood in front of her.

"Yeah well, I did it because from the stories I heard about Sirry, he wasn't capable of what he did. He's the first Gryffindor in the house of Black and it doesn't make him a killer. Thank Merlin I found his old diary Potter, or he'll be rotting for long as I care." Harry chuckled and shook his head.

"Thank you Bellatrix," Harry said and pulled her from the floor. He tucked her hair behind her left ear and looked at the bruise on her cheek and her neck.

"I definitely didn't do this Black, what happened?" Bellatrix pulled away from him and recoiled into the darkness.

"It was an accident at home and I don't want your sympathy Potter, leave me now!" she hissed. Harry scratched his head and pulled something from his pocket. He threw it in the dark where she was and waited for her to speak.

"What is that?"

"It's a bangle I found in my family's vault. Blacktooth said it's made of goblin gold and it was just lying there so I've decided to give it to you." He waited for a response and when none came, he turned to leave.

"Harry Potter?" she said softly. Harry stopped and turned around. Bellatrix looked at him with her black eyes and for the second time in his life at Hogwarts, Harry saw her eyes soften. She stood on her toes and kissed his cheek. She then scurried away from the library and left Harry alone.

PRESENT DAY

"That was how close I was then to a boy. Harry was quite different," Bellatrix said and shut her eyes.

"Where is the bangle he gave you?" Neville asked.

"I left it at Grimmauld Place when I was being hunted. I plan to get it back though."

"Bloody hell though, Black. You can be human after all," Neville muttered and shook his head.

"I don't have time to relate with people Longbottom, there were certain things that went wrong when I was little and I'm not ready to share that yet," she said and produced a ball of flame in her palm.

"Whatever it is you are doing Longbottom, be careful. Harry will kill you and Davies if he finds out what you are doing." She looked at him one last time and left the hall, leaving Neville to do battle with his feelings for Tracey and how they could affect Harry.

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