TW: Mentions of rape and non-consensual intercourse

Harry and Remus flooed into the Hall of Grimmauld Place. The dark and dusty hallway had not changed since he had been there last summer. The wallpaper had faded into dull shades of brown and the windows were caked in grime so no light actually entered the house. Harry dusted himself off of the soot and quickly called for Kreacher. A woosh of flames behind him marked Remus's entry behind him.

"Master called?"

Remus was surprised at that. Kreacher being polite was a surprise to him.

"Prepare lunch for us. Steak for Remus, rare. I'd like mine medium-rare. Put our bags away as well."

"You seem to have things in hand," Remus commented.

"Oh, you have no idea Mr. Moony what I have been up to," Harry said with a twinkle and smirk that punched Remus in his heart with how similar it was to James's.

"Shall we?"

"What did you have in mind for Padfoot's funeral?" Remus asked.

"Well, I thought of a few ideas but then I realized those were for funerals of normal people. So, I had to improvise a little. Follow me." Harry said with a sad smile.

They headed into the backyard where Kreacher had dug a Dog shaped hole 3 feet deep. Remus barked a laugh at that. Three shot glasses were kept on a table between a pair of chairs with a warming charm on the food.

"You, me, and Padfoot and going to drink and you are going to tell me a story of every prank you guys ever pulled in excruciating detail. Then, tomorrow morning, you and I are going to visit my parents' graves and we will lay Padfoot to rest right next to them."

Remus couldn't help but feel the tears pool in his eyes at that. He was about to say something Harry expected to be about his safety but Harry cut him off and said, "I haven't visited their graves in all these years Moony. I need you to be there."

Remus couldn't help but agree. They spent the rest of the day getting black-out drunk. For every prank pulled, Harry would pour a shot in each of the three glasses with one being tossed into the dog-shaped hole. By the time the sun set, Kreacher had poured out much of the fourteenth bottle and Remus was slurring his speech so much that the story had devolved into incoherent mumblings. Remus suddenly burped, laughed, and fell out of his chair.

Harry tried shaking him but he realized Moony had passed out completely and was out cold.

"K'eecha. Iss 'ime" Harry slurred. Kreacher popped in front of him with a sobering potion.

Harry chugged it and gave a full-body shudder as the haze of alcohol slowly lifted. "Another one, Kreacher."

Harry chugged that one as well and became fully aware. Harry knew it was no joke to drink with a werewolf until they passed out and he'd prepared for it by sneaking in Sobering potions after a dozen or so shots. Even then, it took an awe-inspiring amount of alcohol for Remus to pass out.

Harry stretched his joints. "Where is he?"

"Basement Master"

Harry went into the basement and stood before a wine shelf. Kreacher came up next to him and pulled a few random bottles and turned others before the whole shelf swung inwards. A flight of stairs led down to a bunch of cages. The basement was a large one and was primarily a wine cellar. However, one section of the wine cellar contained a cage containing a severely malnourished Mundungus Fletcher.

"Hello Dung," Harry said in a calm voice, "How are you doing?"

"Kill me. Please." Mundungus rasped.

"You stole from me Mundungus. You stole from the House of Black. The punishment for theft is six months in Azkaban is it not? I don't even have any Dementors torturing you here. It's almost a vacation compared to Azkaban. I mean the temperature is nowhere as cold as the North Sea. Nor do you have people yelling and screaming next door to you."

"Wha' do you wan'?"

"Nothing. As far as I'm concerned. You have served your sentence." Harry said with the same pleasant voice

"You'll le' me go?"

"I am willing to let you go," Harry said with a flat voice.

"Then why don'cha?" Mundungus whispered. He recognized the look in Harry's eyes. It was one worn by people who genuinely terrified him, which were admittedly very few. People like that did not let go of slights easily.

"I only said as far as I'm concerned did I not? You see, I am not the only member of the House of Black. Kreacher is also a part of this household." Kreacher sharply looked up at that. "As such, I am willing to let you go, but he is the one who gets to decide where to actually let you out. After all, he was the one who captured you and he alone knows where he picked you up from."

A sadistic smile grew around Kreacher's face at that. He snapped his fingers and Mundungus and Kreacher both popped away. Kreacher suddenly popped back.

"The Task has been accomplished Master," Kreacher said with a deep bow.

"Let's hope Mundungus enjoys life in his Arctic hideout without any supplies or wand. Take me to the tunnel I showed you under Honeydukes. I have some family business to settle."

Kreacher popped him into the tunnel and Harry threw his Invisibility cloak around him as he made his way into the castle. A quickly whispered password over the parchment and the ink began flowing across the Marauders Map.

A few whispered words and Harry made his way into Slughorn's classroom. A door in the back led to his lab. Harry checked for wards and was surprised to find that someone had disabled them. He quickly entered the room and filled up a few vials of Veritaserum. He silently made his way out and headed up to the seventh floor. He waited outside the Statue of Barnabas the Barmy.

Two girls stood near the wall carrying scales. A quick look at the map revealed them to be Crabb and Goyle. Harry smirked and sent silencing charms at the scales and positioned himself between the two. A pair of stunning spells in quick succession dropped both of them and with a quick Levicorpus Harry levitated them into a nearby closet.

After fifteen minutes of Malfoy not making his way out, Harry impulsively decided to walk in front of the wall and think 'I need to talk to Draco'. Surprisingly, this time the door materialized. Harry opened the door and slipped inside without making a noise. He was greeted with huge piles of junk stacked dangerously high. A set of footprints marked out a well-worn path and Harry had a hunch it led to Malfoy.

As expected, Harry found him hunched in front of a closet muttering to himself about runes. His wand was on the table and Harry quietly moved towards it. The silencing spells on all his clothes had muffled any sound that a moving fabric may make. A quick glance at Malfoy's left arm also confirmed Harry's suspicions. He was very much looking forward to crowing in victory in Ron and Hermione's face. He resisted the temptation to cheer but decided to steal his wand and moved behind him to put some distance between them.

Harry removed the cloak and stuffed it in his bag.

"Hey Ferret"

Malfoy practically jumped out of his skin at that and dived towards his wand only to realize his hand had closed around thin air where his wand was supposed to be.

"Yes. Constant Vigilance. Moody would be disappointed. As would Crouch Jr I think." Harry joked.

"Potter!" Malfoy spat out angrily. Now that he'd turned to face him, Harry could see the toll being in service to Voldemort had taken on Draco Malfoy. His eyes were bloodshot red and his normally long slick blond hair was now sickly wispy, pale and unkempt.

"Me? I'm here to get some answers." Harry said with a creepy smile that did not reach his eyes. Draco was taken aback by the uncharacteristic expression he had never seen on the Gryffindor's face. That momentary hesitation allowed Harry to conjure a char behind Malfoy and throw an Incarcerous at him to make sure he could not move. Draco struggled a lot but Harry forced Draco's mouth open and dropped three drops of Veritaserum in his mouth.

To make sure he swallowed, he held Draco's mouth closed until he swallowed. Draco suddenly stopped struggling and a blank expression fell across his face. His eyes glazed over. Harry let go of him and pulled out a Dictaquill and a long scroll. A touch of the wand and the quill was ready to record.

"What is your name?"

"Draco Lucius Malfoy" he answered in a flat voice.

"When were you born?"

"5th of June, 1980"

"Did you buy your way onto the Slytherin Quidditch team?"

"Yes"

"Did you tell your father to make sure Buckbeak was killed?"

"Yes"

"Did you create the plan that led to Katie Bell getting cursed?"

"Yes"

"Did you buy the necklace that cursed Katie Bell?"

"Yes"

"How did you get the cursed necklace to Katie Bell?"

"I placed Madam Rosmerta under the Imperius curse a week before school started. I sent her instructions to place Katie Bell under the Imperius after my father gave her a package and order her to deliver it to Dumbledore."

"Is that all you ordered her to do?"

"No. I ordered her to sleep with me multiple times."

"What task has the Dark Lord given to you?"

"To kill Dumbledore"

"What are your plans to kill him?"

"I plan to repair the Vanishing cabinet so the Dark Lord's faithful can enter the castle. Then would sneak into the headmaster's rooms and ambush him in his quarters."

Harry's face scrunched up in incredulity but he forced himself to calm down and focus.

"How many Death Eaters do you expect will enter through the cabinet?"

"At least a dozen"

"Did you break the wards to Slughorn's lab?"

"Yes"

"Why?"

"Because I need Polyjuice Potion so Crabbe and Goyle can keep watch outside the Room and warn me if you, Longbottom, or Bones approach the room."

Harry's heart began racing at that.

"Do you know what we have been doing in the room?"

"No"

"Does the Dark Lord know the three of us are meeting in here?"

"Yes," A pit formed in Harry's stomach.

"Why did you give Katie the cursed necklace if you wanted to repair the cabinet?"

"Because the Dark Lord expects results"

"Do you have any other plans like the cursed necklace?"

"I confunded Slughorn to send a poisoned bottle of mead to Dumbledore for Christmas."

Harry felt like screaming in frustration. He kicked himself for not acting sooner. Dumbledore could not be allowed to die before his plan was ready. Both Neville and Susan were only halfway through their own tasks. He just hoped Dumbledore did not end up dying before he was ready.

"Have you taken any oaths to hide a secret?"

"Yes"

"What secrets are hidden behind oaths?"

"The process of creating the Dark Mark, the location of Malfoy Manor, the deals made between the Malfoys and Parkinsons, Bulstrodes, Crabbes, Goyles, and Montagues."

"Do you know where the Dark Lord is currently residing?"

"No"

"Did you take the Dark Mark of your own free will?"

"Yes"

"What did you do to get his mark?"

"I abducted a mother with her child and brought her to the Dark Lord. I made the mother strangle her child with the Imperius and then removed it so she could see what she had done. I then raped her and removed her heart with my own hands. The Dark Lord used the mother's heart and the child's blood to draw the tattoo before he filled it with his magic."

Harry was feeling extremely nauseated but he knew he only had one shot to record as many of Draco's crimes as he could. He swallowed deeply and continued.

"Who do you know of that carries the Dark Lord's mark?"

"My father, Crabbe Sr., Goyle Sr. . . . "

Names kept on flowing and the quill kept on scratching. There were close to two hundred names before Draco finally stopped.

"Did they all kill a mother and child like you did to earn their marks?"

"Yes"

"What other crimes have you committed?"

"Trading in banned artifacts, trading in human sacrificial artifacts, rape of the muggle woman, Madam Rosmerta, and Pansy Parkinson, murder of the child and attempted murder of Albus Dumbledore and Katie Bell"

"Why did you rape Pansy Parkinson?"

"She used to think she was in love with me and I can use her to relieve my stress with no repercussions. She stays quiet because she believes I will marry her."

"Since when have you been raping her?"

"Since the Dark Lord returned."

"Does her father know?"

"He does not care. Lord Parkinson hates Pansy because of her looks and does not care if House Malfoy uses her as a concubine."

"I don't think I can hear any more," Harry said weakly. He waved his wand and the quill fell flat on the parchment as it rolled up. He pointed his wand straight at Malfoy's head and had the piercing spell at the tip of his tongue, however, at the last second, he said, "Aguamenti"

A huge stream of fresh water burst out of his wand and hit Draco in the face till the chair toppled over. Malfoy was coughing and spitting out water when Harry pulled his chair to sit upright.

"What now? You're going to hand me over to the Aurors?"

"No," Harry said coldly. The unnaturally cold voice made Malfoy pause.

"Why not?"

"Because daddy dearest barely lasted one summer in Azkaban before Voldemort broke him out."

Draco suddenly looked up sharply at that. He realized this was the first time Harry had said the Dark Lord's name. Draco recognized the look in Harry's eyes. Harry was not considering murdering a fellow man. He was preparing himself to put down an animal. Draco knew the look because he had been practicing that same look in front of a mirror for weeks before he got his mark. Draco knew he was going to die. He simply closed his eyes and began weeping.

He was broken out of his grief, however, when the ropes holding him suddenly loosened. He charged out of his chair only to be hit with a 'Petrificus Totalis'. Harry silently levitated Draco over to the table with the notes on the Cabinet.

"You really are an idiot. These rune sequences are supposed to go on opposite sides. And this rune here is Younger Futhark in an Elder Futhark sequence. I get that you're not someone familiar with the concept of original thought, but all you had to do was sketch out the runes from the intact cabinet and replicate them on the broken one. I can have this repaired by the weekend."

"How could you possibly even know that? You don't even take runes" Malfoy snapped.

"Yes. But I don't have to sit in a class to learn about runes. Having an OWL does not mean you know your shit. I mean look at you!"

"Why haven't you destroyed the cabinet already?" Draco asked.

"Because I need Dumbledore to die at the hands of Death Eaters around the end of this term."

"What!?"

"Well, you see Dumbledore is a relic of a past age. He does not have what it takes to fight this war. The Ministry as an institution has been corrupted to such an extent that ripping it out and rebuilding it, is easier than saving it. So, I need your plan to succeed so the Death Eaters remove Dumbledore from the board. That will force Tom to take over the Ministry as soon as possible. Right now, he is still building his forces and recruiting. It will take at least a year or two for his forces to be combat-ready like they were during his first rise."

There was a moment of silence as Draco digested everything. "The Dark Lord expects me to fail?"

Harry couldn't help but give him an incredulous look. "Did you really think you could succeed where he himself failed?" Harry shook his head. "You really are a delusional fool Draco. You were meant to fail so that Voldemort could freely punish your father for the Department of Mysteries debacle by depriving him of the heir he is so proud of. That mark on your arm is not an honor, dumbass, it's a brand on a sacrificial animal."

Harry's voice suddenly shifted from a scathing scolding to a conversational baritone, "Hello Tom. I'm assuming you have finally found a reason to look past the Obliviations in dear Draco's mind. But, knowing you, this is going to be too late for you to actually do anything."

"Who are you talking to?" Draco interrupted confused.

"Your pawn will have succeeded in reaching the other end of the board even when you sent it on a doomed quest with a head full of sawdust." Harry continued without acknowledging the interruption. "Knowing Draco, he must have fucked something up right around the time your take-over of the Ministry for you to take a deep look into his mind to look at what he was thinking. Was it the Goblins? Or the not claiming the Lordship of Blacks?"

Harry paused before a predatory gleam entered his eyes, "Or was it dissolving the Lestrange marriage and re-claiming their vaults with interest? No? That was me. Yes, I know what they are. I know where they are. I know how to get to them. Run Tommy. Run."

"Who are you even talking to?" Draco wondered if Potter had finally lost his mind. Harry suddenly turned to him and said, "Oh don't worry about it. It's a gift for your master. Say hi to him from me. 'Obliviate!'"

Draco's eyes glazed over again as Harry suppressed the past hours' worth of memories. He placed Draco on his table and made it look like he fell asleep while working on it. He modified Crabbe and Goyle's memories as well but decided to leave them in the hallway for someone to come across two sixteen-year old's wearing the clothes of a first-year girl. He quickly made his way out of the castle and Kreacher popped him back into his bed. Harry planned to be fully awake when he visited his parents for the first time.