A/N: Sorry it took so long to get this chapter out! RL has been crazy, but I will try to update when I can. Thanks so much for those who favorited and followed me. :) it means a lot. This is my first story so any feedback you guys might have would be much appreciated. Hope you all enjoy the next chapter!
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It was time. Finally, the time had come to bring down those who opposed us. To bring down those who killed our brothers and the dreams we had wanted to accomplish. A world where purebloods reigned supreme and eliminating those lower than us. Yes. It was time for revenge, and it will come slowly and painful to those who turned against us. And especially the one who took our master away from us. Yes, Harry Potter will pay. And his payment for injustice will be slow and painful. Yes, the time had now come.
A dark figure could be just be seen in the alleyway just outside the ministry. His hooded eyes watch the retreating figure of Harry Potter as he entered. The cloaked figured chuckled. 'Yes,' he thought. "Just wait Harry Potter, all seems quiet now. But soon, your worst nightmares will become a reality." The figure turns on the spot and dissaparrated away and a low chuckle could still be heard on the wind.
A few hours earlier
Harry laid in his bed, wide awake. It was a bit early to get up, but he could not fall back asleep. Today, would be his last day as an Auror. Well, hopefully, if everything goes according to plan. He had asked Ginny to let him finish this final case they had been working on for months. There had been some recent death eater activity and they finally found the location of their hideout. Hopefully, this would be the end to their terror.
Harry slowly got out of bed trying not to disturb his sleeping wife and steps into the shower. He reflects to that night a month ago, when Ginny told him they were expecting their first child. Excitement courses through him as well as anxiety. As he never had a good childhood experience, he worries that he will not be a good father. But Ginny kept trying to reassure him that he will make a great father. He already had done so much for his Godson, Teddy.
Once finished with his shower, he gets finished his morning ablutions. As he finishes, he goes back to his wife and kisses her forehead.
"I'll be back soon," he whispers.
Harry walks to the front door and apparates once he leaves the house. He walks out of the alley into the busy street that is outside the Ministry. Suddenly, a chill goes down his back and he stopped. Harry looks around to see what could have caused the sudden onslaught of discomfort, but he sees nothing and shakes his head while walking into the Ministry.
"Stay focused Potter. You need your head clear for today," he chastises himself. He then sees his best mate.
"Ron!"
"Hey mate! Ready for your last day?"
"A little nervous. Never been out of action before."
Ron snorts. "Well isn't that the truth. Always was an exciting year at Hogwarts, eh?"
"Hey! That trouble always found me. I never went looking for it."
They start walking towards the conference room that will have the meeting on this hit.
"That's what you always say." Ron gives Harry a wink.
"I'm serious!"
Ron just laughs at the expense of his best friend.
"Good morning gentlemen. Glad you could join us." They enter the conference room where Shacklebolt is waiting for them.
"Sorry," Harry says. "Someone wanted to take the mickey out of me." He sends a glare at Ron.
"Well, let us all find a seat and we can begin the briefing. Now we all know why we are here. Death Eaters have been spotted as of late and we have intel on where their hideout location is. Potter please present your findings that your team has come across."
"Right," Harry said. "We have gotten word through an anonymous tip that a suspicious group was seen entering an undisclosed house just outside of Little Hangleton."
"Wait! Isn't that somehow related to You-know-who?" another auror Timmons asked.
Harry rolled his eyes. After so many years and they still cannot say Voldemort. "Yes, it's where his father was from. As I was saying, we have found that there does seem to be some old Death Eater movement around this area. We need to be cautious and make sure we stay focused. We do not know exactly who is behind all this and we do not want anyone caught unprepared. Let us use our heads, not our egos. Understood?"
A resounding "Yes!" Was heard all around. Shacklebolt stood and said, "Alright gentlemen, we leave in 10 minutes. And you all heard Auror Potter. Stick to your units and do not get cocky, we need you all to return to your families tonight. Dismissed!"
There was a loud clatter of chair being moved. Harry and Ron stood and looked at each other. "All good mate?" Ron said to Harry.
"Yeah, just hoping this will be the last one."
"Don't worry, we'll get em all."
They followed the group to the apparating point out for the aurors and when the 10 minutes were up, a resounding bang was heard throughout the hall as the team left for Little Hangleton.
The air was still. Nothing could be seen or moved outside of the dilapidated house. Well, a manor was more like it as it was huge. It looked like it had not been used in years. But Harry knew that looks could be deceiving. He knew he had to be careful as he was the one who would enter first. All eyes were on him and he felt the responsibility of keeping his colleagues safe. The house was checked for wards and were safely taken down without anyone inside noticing. Harry disillusioned himself and began to move forward. He touched a pin that all his teammates were synced to. Handy piece of magic that Hermione made. It signaled to the others he was going in and for them to wait twenty seconds and come in after him. He trusted his teammates wholeheartedly.
He started with the simple alohamora and worked his way up to more stronger unlocking spells. Finally, one worked, and he stepped inside. You would think they would use heavier locking spells if they did not want intruders, thought Harry. He heard his team start to move behind him. He held his wand out ready to cast at any moment. But the room he entered was empty. The house seemed quiet. No noise anywhere, except for the floorboards underneath them. Harry took his disillusionment spell off himself wordlessly and headed for the stairs. Two others flanked him, Timmons and Jenkins, as this was what they had planned. Ron would lead the team downstairs. It was painstakingly slow going. Harry could hear his own breathing as well as those behind him. Anything could happen. Unknown wards being set off. Traps or even hidden Death Eaters waiting to show themselves.
Harry stopped at the top of the stairs and gave the signal to the others to spread out. Each taking a separate room. Harry took the first one on the left. He opened it slowly and looked around. It seemed to be an old nursery. A lump came to his throats as he thought of that terrible night all those years ago that changed his life. And now in a few months his life was going to change again. Yes, he was doing this for Ginny and his future child so they can live a peaceful life and not have to worry. After this he would truly be finished with all the adventures.
He refocused on the room. It was average sized and dusty. It looked like the family who once lived there, just left in a hurry and took only what they truly needed. He cast a stronger lumos to get a better look. There was a closet on the other side of the room. He stepped around the rocking chair that was thrown on its side towards the closet. Why would they use this place as a secret base? It looks completely abandoned and no signs of Death Eater activity except for the wards around the house. He took one more careful step in front of the closet and carefully stuck his hand out to open the door. He quickly thought better of it and flicked his wand and with a click, the closet opened. He stuck his wand high but was overcome with a bout of coughing as there was so much dust. It was in his eyes and tears sprung up as he hastily tried to wipe them. That is when he heard it. A floorboard creak behind him. He swiftly turned around with his wand in front.
There before him were three Death Eaters. He looked to the side and saw two more coming from the walls. What the? Was all Harry could think before he felt a spell heading towards him. He dropped and rolled to the side behind the overturned crib. He pressed his pin twice as this was the sign to all the aurors that there was danger and gave his location to them. He only had a few seconds before he heard, "Well well well, look at what we have here. A lost Potter and he has nowhere to go." Harry slowly stood up with his wand raised. "That's what you think! Reducto!" He quickly turns to the side and blasted a hole through the wall and swept through to the next room. He could hear spells and screams being cast throughout the house now. He only took a moment to gain his bearings but swept for the door of the bathroom he was in. He entered the hall and almost got hit with a yellow curse that went by his head.
"Move!" He screamed to his fellow teammates who were holding off the four that were just inside the nursery. "But Potter, you'll be trapped up here," shouted Jenkins. "I'll be fine! Just go!" Harry blocked a nasty looking curse thrown his way with a well-placed protego. This was a distraction his fellow aurors needed. "Go!" he heard. He cast a cutting curse at an advancing Death Eater coming towards him. Crap. This is not good. Quickly thinking,he cast a misting spell to give him some coverage. He then pointed his wand below him and thought, this is going to hurt, and soundlessly casts another reducto.
He landed in a heap on the floor ground. His breath very much lost from the impact with the ground. "Harry!" He heard Ron scream. "Grant, help him!" Harry felt someone grab his arm and hoisted him to his feet. He shook his head to clear it and found himself amid an all-out battle of spells in the dining hall. He cast another protection spell as he saw some coming towards him and who he assumed was Grant who helped him up. They stood back to back repelling spells. This is not good. We are surrounded. How the bloody heck did they hide themselves in the walls undetected?
"Ron, we need to create an opening! We are outnumbered. This was a trap!"
"Well no bloody duh! Could not have figured that one out for myself! Protego!"
Suddenly, it felt like everything stopped in slow motion. There was a laugh that could be heard above the chaos that was ensuing the room. Last protection spells were cast as everyone looked around for the source of the laugh. The Death Eaters slowly withdrew to the side of the room, with some of them chuckling under their breath.
"Oh, you guys will enjoy this." One of the masked men said.
The aurors gathered to the middle of the room, wands pointed out, keeping an eye on those who surrounded them. The evil laugh started again and was long and mad sounding. Sweat started to bead down Harry's brow. I know this laugh! Who is this?!
"Show yourself!" He shouted.
"Ha ha ha, oh I don't think that will be necessary. You see I have been waiting for this for a long time Potter. I am going to enjoy watching you being tormented and taken apart piece by piece. You have caused us a great grievance and you will pay for what you have done."
"You won't touch him!" Ron shouted.
The aurors who were close to Harry came a bit closer, protecting him. Harry, out of the corner of his eye, saw Ron squeeze the pin on his rob sleeve. "Alright guys, this is what we are going to do…" Harry half listened to the plan that was being projected from Ron's mind to the others but also decided to distract the Death Eaters around him.
"Who are you and what do you want from us?"
"Hehe no no, just you Mr. Potter. You have been my target for quite some time now. The others are useless you see. They cannot quite get the message to sink in for the wizarding world. No, only you can be our little beacon of sorts. Hehe."
Harry knew this voice. It was changed somewhat from overuse. "You Mr. Potter will show everyone that order will need to be restored and not to let filth to be mingled into our society!"
"Now!" Ron shouted.
A giant mist swept around the room and only those who were keyed into magic could see properly through it. Harry pushed his way through the door that everyone was struggling to reach. Even though the Death Eaters could not see, they still could get them with a well-aimed spell. Shields went up all around.
"Get Potter!"
By Harry's misfortune he tripped over a foot from a fallen Death Eater. He went down hard and fast.
"Harry!" He heard.
As if in slow motion, a purple spell came hurtling towards him. He was still disoriented from his fall and did not have enough time to block it. Pain. An all-consuming pain was what he felt. It was not like the cruciatus curse. This went much deeper. All more present, all consuming. There was a lull in the pain and Harry heard in his head, "This nightmare isn't over just yet Mr. Potter. It's only just begun!" As an arm grabbed him from the back, he felt the spell peak again and he screamed. He screamed as he felt something small being pressed into his hand and a tug behind his navel. He started spinning. Spinning until black overcame him and the pain went with him. He knew no more.