Disclaimer. As usual I don't own Harry Potter, or any of the characters, things, or animals, that are mentioned in the Harry Potter books, I do how ever own the plot in this little venture into the Potter verse

Vengeance came calling.

Vengeance came calling on the British ministry of magic in the form of Harry James Potter. He had been out of the country on a diplomatic mission, he had returned in haste when he had heard of Hermione's arrest and sentence. His return had not been to bury and mourn her death, his return was to avenge her death and those of every Muggle and Muggle born that the ministry let die or killed, and they did it with the full co-operation of the wizarding public.

Seeing Harry Potter enter the atrium was just about the strangest sight any witch or wizard there had ever seen. Harry was dressed in black Muggle armoured battle dress, bandoleers crossed his chest from both left and right, in his hands he held two general purpose machine guns, each had a belt of live ammunition that dragged along behind him. Three belts around his waist held numerous hand grenades, all of them fragmentation grenades, stuffed inside the belts were several desert eagle hand guns.

Harry scanned the atrium, his green eyes shining like lethal flames; the anger in them knew no depth. Those looking into those eyes knew they were looking death in the face. Harry pulled out his wand and raised it to his throat, a moment later he replaced the wand in his pocket.

"My name is vengeance. The magical world of Britain made a fatal error when they framed and executed my woman!" his voice boomed out, reaching every room in the ministry building.

Several of the visitors instantly remembered the daily Prophet edition from just one week before. The headlines had read 'Hermione Granger found guilty of attempting to murder ex boyfriend Ronald Weasley, was yesterday sentenced to be kissed, sentence was carried out immediately after the five minute hearing.

Those just visiting the ministry fled toward the floo's trying to escape. They never stood a chance as Harry sprayed the entire atrium with both machine guns. Bodies fell in all directions; Harry ignored the screams and the crying of the injured. As far as he was concerned they were all guilty, it was their complacency that allowed the politicians to do as they pleased and because of it they had taken his Hermione from him.

Harry walked the halls of the ministry killing every one he came across; no one was safe from his wrath. Reaching the office of Arthur Weasley, Harry blew the door from its hinges. Inside he found five of the eight remaining Weasleys. Each of them begging for mercy, Ron was stupid enough to claim the trial had all been a big mistake. They were so frightened they failed to hear the sound of two metal objects as they rolled under Arthur's desk. All the Weasleys released a breath when Harry turned and began to walk away. Ron was about to fire a spell at Harry's back when he heard his sister speak her last words.

"Dad? What's that?" Ginny Weasley asked pointing at a small oval ball made of metal.

Before any of the Weasleys could look at where she pointed there were two almost simultaneous explosions. Five Weasleys were ripped apart in the carnage that accompanied the two grenades exploding.

Harry continued on his hate fuelled massacre of the elite of the British wizarding world. All those sent to stop him met the same fate; they were either blasted by grenades or slaughtered by the machine guns. By the time harry reached the ministers office the only people still alive were the minister and Harry.

Harry entered the ministers' office to face a man he had once respected. "Goodbye Kingsley," he whispered as he forced the minister backward with his guns. As Kingsley's back pressed up against the wall Harry reached forward and dropped a grenade inside the ministers' waistband. "You should have left my Hermione alone." Harry then turned and walked away.

Seven seconds later the only person left alive in the ministry was Harry James Potter. His hatred, revulsion and quest for revenge against this world had not abated at all he wanted their taint on the world removed and if he had too he would do it alone. Pureblood supremacy could never stand up to the weapon that was Harry James Potter.

Standing alone on Diagon Alley Harry used a sonorous charm once again. "Muggle born's, go back to the Muggle world I have no quarrel with you. The Muggle born's who saw Harry and how he was dressed had no hesitation in leaving this world of bigotry. Muggle born's what few there were in the alley quickly spread the word to other Muggle born's and ten minutes later there were no Muggle born's to be found anywhere near the alley, after twenty minutes there was not a single Muggle born anywhere in the British magical areas.

Two hours later Harry Potted sat down on the steps of the Goblin bank, Gringotts, and after telling the Goblins to work with the Muggle born, and to share out the gold of the pureblood's with them he pulled out one of the desert eagle guns from his belt and placed the barrel against his forehead. The sound of a single gunshot echoing around the corps strew alley announced to the world that Harry James Potter had joined the love of his life Hermione Jane Potter.

From that day on Muggleborn witches and wizards ruled the remains of the British wizarding world. Percy and Molly Weasley were found dead at their home, they were both riddled with huge holes, there was no doubt they were dead, as were all purebloods. Of all the pure bloods only Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom survived Harry Potters quest against a world that had murdered his wife.

It took Harry just three days to destroy the entire wizarding world of great Britain. Three days filled with death and carnage. Pureblood homes still burned, as did the two small pureblood villages.

The Muggle borns eventually built a statue of Harry Potter their saviour and liberator, he was given a state burial that was copied from the state burials used by Muggles. The magical society of Britain would rebuild and flourish. But this new world would never again suffer from arcaic laws and bribery. The magical society would grow and know peace prosperity. Never again to be populated by cowardly sheep like people.