Chapter 71

There will be a battle in this chapter. Might as well end this story with a bit of a bang. Prepare for some deaths and destructions.

Voldemort and the Death Eaters watched as Bellatrix continued torturing Fenrir. Voldemort himself chuckled as he watched his right-hand torture the infamous leader of werewolves, while some of the others were too scared to even move. The Death Eaters who came with Lucius were the most scared as they feared what might be in store for them. Bellatrix was an insane and highly dangerous witch that would not hesitate to kill or torture any of them.

"All right, Bella, that's enough," Voldemort sounded amused as he enjoyed the show. "As much as Fenrir deserves your wrath. He still has his uses."

"Besides, you need to get in line," Harry spoke. "Uncle Arcturus and I already got dibs." She sent him a glare and reluctantly stopped leaving Fenrir to twitch and gasp on the ground. "Wow, I guess it's true about what they've said about you. You really are a crazy and unhinged piece of work."

Bellatrix snarled as she desperately wanted to curse the brat but knew she couldn't. No matter how infuriating it was, the laws of the House of Black were absolute. If she did anything to him, the Black's family magic would deem her a traitor and torture her beyond belief.

Harry then turned his attention back to Voldemort. "Before we get to the main event. There is something I want to discuss with you."

"Oh," Voldemort raised a hairless eyebrow, "and what would that be?"

"Why would someone like you have people like Malfoy and his gang of idiots as your inner circle?" He needed to stall for time as he needed to find a way out of here. If they fought, the chances of him making it out alive were slim. "I mean, I can guess why Malfoy would somewhat have a seat. But Crabbe, Goyle, Nott, Parkinson, Flint, Avery, and Yaxley. Seriously? They hardly have any brains let alone any cunning. Something that was obviously passed to their offspring."

The Death Eaters mentioned glared murderously at him. Flint jumped forward and spoke. "You dare question our loyalty to the Dark Lord."

He didn't get a chance to finish as Voldemort put the cruciatus curse on him, making the fool collapse on the floor. "Potter brings up a very good point as you lot," eyeing his men, "pleaded you were under the imperius curse. Not only that, but I also learned that the heir's from your houses lost a lot of money. Severely damaging our efforts to reshape the world." His high, cold voice made their blood run cold.

"As for you, Lucius, your son Draco took two Gryffindors into the Slytherin common room during his second year."

The pale form of Lucius was shocked as he didn't know how the Dark Lord knew about that little debacle.

"Not only that, but he had your diary destroyed," Harry interjected with a smug look.

"What diary?" Voldemort's voice became dangerous, and his wand twitched in his hand.

"The diary he got from you," clarifying what he meant. "It released a basilisk from the chamber of secrets."

"Is what he say true, Lucius?" The fire in Voldemort's red eyes burned with anger. When he didn't get a response, he roared. "Crucio!"

Like last time, Lucius fell to the ground screaming, but only this time, the curse hurt a lot worse.

A couple minutes later, Voldemort finally lifted the curse. "Do not think we are done with this conversation. "You and I will be having a long talk later. That I promise you." Lucius visibly gulped as he knew the Dark Lord always kept his promises.

"I believe it's time we bring our little party to its ending. Don't you agree, Harry?" Turning away from his tortured Death Eater. "You should know that I always get what I want. The most I can be is delayed from my goals. And do you know what I want right now?"

"To kill Dumbledore and rule the world," Harry replied nonchalantly.

A chuckle left the Dark Lord. "Yes, all the above. However, what I want now is for you to join me." That made everyone's breath stop short in their throats. "Like I said, I've been following your reputation, which has impressed me greatly. You and I share a lot of qualities."

"How so?"

"We are far ahead of our peers in terms of magical prowess and knowledge. Ruthless in our endeavors. Have a hatred for Dumbledore after everything he did to us in our youths." His scarlet eyes narrowed on Harry. "I can feel the conflict within you. The anger and darkness within you is amazing. However, you still have much to learn. Join me, and I will complete your training. I can show you the most archaic and forgotten branches of magic, and when we are done, you and I shall rule the world. So, what do you say became my apprentice, and I will give you everything your heart desires."

The darker side of Harry was intrigued by the offer as it would be allowed the freedom it sought. But through training and meditation, Harry kept it in check. "While your proposal intrigues me…you forgot some important facts. You killed my parents and grandparents. Though not after my grandfather kicked your sorry ass. Also, you're not even that powerful as that ritual you performed may have given you a body. You are still far away from your full power." Allowing himself to chuckle. "If I had to guess, I say you're at only thirty percent. In other words, go fuck yourself."

The Death Eaters couldn't believe what they were witnessing as Potter mocked their leader. Voldemort himself was shocked as he didn't know how but the boy was particularly right as he was not at full power. He wasn't even at a third yet. However, he couldn't let that insult go unpunished.

"Crucio," the torture curse left his wand and nailed Harry, who only gritted his teeth. Harry refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing him scream even though it was worse than the one from two years ago.

"That all you got," he challenged.

Voldemort gave a cold, high-pitched laugh. "It would seem like I was right to choose you as many are not able to mock me to my face. That and you seem to have a high pain tolerance. However," a sadistic look appeared on his face as he continued.

After enduring three more attempts from the torture curse, Harry finally screamed as pain surged through every part of his body.

"Did that feel good, Harry? I believe we found your breaking point. Care to rescind my offer?" Instead of answering, the boy spat in his face. "Very well. I guess I should go play with your sister. If you don't join me, then perhaps she will!"

"If you touch her," struggling against the chain and trying to increase his magic but was met with the backlash. "You…will… have the fight…of your life," he gritted through his teeth as he braved the pain. It took a couple minutes before he stopped, only to see Voldemort laugh.

"Oh, there's no doubt you will try." He then turned to the others. "Teach young Harry here his place," ordered them.

A group of twelve people walked forward and used the cruciatus curse, followed by some very dark and lethal ones and whatever else they could think of. The pain from their spells, the chains, and Voldemort's vicious mental assault was almost too much, but Harry stayed strong and endured. The protections from his uniform kept the damage he would have taken to about fifty percent, but the spells still hurt like hell. Finally, for what seemed like an eternity of a battle of the minds, Harry was able to push Voldemort out of his mind.

"It seems you have mastered mind arts," heavily intrigued, he wondered what else the boy could do. Deciding to join the others in their assaults, he used some of the darkest forms of torture.

After an hour of torturing the boy, they finally stopped. The boy was heavily panting, desperately trying to catch his breath, but his lungs felt like they were on fire. His uniform was ruined as the top part was destroyed, and his upper body was littered with deep cuts, several broken bones, deep gashes, and on the inside, his nerves were traumatized.

"Did that feel good? Join me, Harry, and the pain will stop," Voldemort said.

"You…lying psychopathic…murder who will never…keep his word." Harry trying to regain his wits. "I will die before ever joining you."

"So be it," Voldemort growled and tightened the chains around the boy. The chains were designed by Grindelwald at the beginning of the Great war called Paradoom Steelix and were considered to be highly illegal by the ICW.

(0^0)

Stuck at Hogwarts, Amelia was in a right state as she didn't want to believe that some of her Aurors were branded with the Dark Mark. She would surely be sweeping through the entire Auror Corp today. Fudge be damned, as he will not stop her from investigating them. Her husband, in particular, looked murderous, but it paled in comparison to the rage of his grandfather. Lord Black was absolutely furious and looked moments away from exploding with rage. The anger radiating from him would make the most dangerous dragon run for the hills.

Poor Severus was having a hard time not moving. It was hard to listen to his son's screams of agony. The only thing on his mind was to get Hadrian back and then break those sons of bitches later. If it weren't for the gods, he would have left already.

"Byakko, please help him."

Byakko could only shake his head. "I am sorry, Severus, but he ordered us to stay behind."

"I swear if that boy does not come back alive, then I will never forgive you," Severus promised. He lost his wife, uncle, and sister to those monsters, but he'd be damned if he lost his son.

An idea then popped into his mind. "Hadrian, my son, hear me. I know you are in pain but try to hang in there a little longer."

"I'm trying," he croaked.

The white hot rage that burned within Severus increased as he saw the pain Harry was in. One way or another, they will pay for what they've done.

Bellatrix apparently grew tired of waiting for the boy to submit and walked forward with her wand in hand. "I may not be able to kill you, but I can punish you," pointing her wand at his head. "Here's a spell that you should know." Then, muttering the incantation, she entered his mind.

It was similar to the legilimens spell but was far more destructive and dangerous. Harry, of course, seemed unfazed as he knew the spell as it was something Cassiopeia showed him a few summers ago. This was going to be a battle of the minds and will.

When Bella finally landed in the boy's mind, she took in her surroundings only to see a great amount of fog. The spell she had used was dangerous and not to mention costly if done wrong. It was also a favorite of her as she enjoyed ripping into the minds of her prey. Then walking forward, she found herself at the gates of an unfamiliar castle. Before she could move forward, the gates opened, revealing the figure of her cousin.

"Hello, Bella; welcome to my mind. I had a feeling you might try something like this," a smirk appeared on his face as he saw a look of shock on her face. "Ha, you thought I'd be unprepared for your intrusion, didn't you? I may not like this spell, but Cassie ensured I knew how it worked. And with you alone, this will be a lot simpler."

"You think so," Bellatrix recovered with a sadistic grin. "You think you're ready to face me in a battle of the minds."

"I don't think…I know," a stoic expression appeared on his face as he vanished inside the castle. "The mind arts are both a fascinating and dangerous branch of magic Bella," he saw she was about to raise her wand and vanished it away. "You won't be needing that. You're in my house now," pulling her inside the castle.

It was completely dark with no light. Bellatrix did not enjoy being played and searched for the boy arriving at a door that opened for her. Cautiously moving forward, she entered only for the door to close behind her, which startled her.

"Why don't you come out and play with your dear cousin?" She cooed.

"Oh, don't worry, we will play but on my terms," a few arrows shot towards her, which she narrowly dodged until one entered her shoulder.

"I am very disappointed in you," a different but familiar voice entered. Appearing before her was someone she truly feared. Her grandfather. "You disappoint me greatly, Bella. By aligning yourself with Voldemort, you have betrayed the family and all we ever stood for. How someone from my House could be so weak is an embarrassment."

"No, I did not betray the family, and you are not real," furiously shaking her head.

"You did. You betrayed us all," he countered. "Your sisters, aunt, cousins, and me." Images from the members of her family appeared before her.

"How could you, Bella?" Andromeda spoke. "You were supposed to protect me. I may have married a muggleborn, but I was still your sister, and you did nothing. Do you know what I have become?"

She morphed into a werewolf and let out a howl.

"This is not my fault," she denied and was struck with a silver dagger in her left thigh. Pulling it out, she recognized it as it was passed down from the Head of the family to their heir.

Before she could say anything, she was banished out of the room and landed in the hallway. "Well, that was amusing," Harry then appeared a few feet away. "Let's try a different room," lifting his hand, he pushed her into another room. One that she recognized.

"How dare you. What gives you the right to steal this memory from my childhood?" It was her old room back when she lived with her parents.

"To remind you of one of your greatest failures." She was about to growl when a younger version of herself, Andromeda, and Narcissa appeared in the room.

"I cannot believe you," a younger Bellatrix shouted. She was in her hold family sitting room with Andromeda and Narcissa. In the middle was a conflicted Narcissa who was desperately trying to keep the peace. "How could you defile yourself by associating a filthy mudblood?"

Andromeda gave a cold glare as she tried to keep her temper from rising. "Like I said, I do not believe in that blood purity garbage." She said defiantly. "As for defiling myself, you should talk. Marrying that pig Lestrange and taking up the dark mark, are you insane? Not only that, but now we have Death Eaters coming in and out of our house."

"Do you not see that the Ministry is raiding homes. How long do you think it'll be before they come knocking? By taking his mark, you put a target on our backs."

"At least I am actually doing something that is helping the family," Bellatrix held her nose high. "And Rudolphus is an excellent man from a proud and powerful bloodline.

"Perhaps, Bella is right," Narcissa spoke. "The Dark Lord is powerful; he will protect us. So many influential families are following him, including the Malfoys." She and Lucius have been dating for some time and have grown close. "I mean, we have to consider what's best."

Andromeda looked at her, "and aligning ourselves with a murderer who preaches pureblood ideals is the best," scoffing at the notion. "Cissy, we are members of the House of Black and value intelligence. We know nothing about his origin or what he was like in school. For all we know, this could backfire on us."

She saw the conflict in Narcissa's eyes. Last night muggleborns and half-bloods were brought into their house and killed by the Lestranges and Dolohov.

"It won't," Bellatrix looked Andromeda in the eyes with rage and indifference. "If we swear loyalty for him, then the Dark Lord will make the world right again. Then, purebloods will be able to assert our dominance, and we can finally be rid of those who are not pure."

"Andromeda, if you continue down this path, then you will regret it for the rest of your life. You know what mother and father think about the Dark Lord and Aunt Walburga. So end things with that mudblood," sneering at the memory of seeing that muggle-born and her sister together, "and the three of us will be unstoppable."

They may have been different, but Andi loved her sisters more than life. But she would never join a group of murderers. "My decision was made a long time ago." Turned to Narcissa, who had tears in her eyes. She pulled her sister into a deep embrace, and the blonde knew where things were going. "I love you, Cissy, but I can't be a part of this any longer."

"I understand, Andi," Narcissa said with tears streaming down her face as she watched her older sister leave.

Bellatrix got in front of her face. "If you leave out that door, then you will never be allowed back," she warned. "Leave now, and I cannot protect you."

Andromeda stopped before stepping out of the room. "You never protected us. Everything you have done and intend to do it's all been for you to gain power. Can it not get through into your thick skull that you are putting all of us in danger? You are supposed to protect us no matter what!" She got in Bella's face and pulled her left sleeve up, revealing the dark mark, "this is not what big sisters are supposed to do! You disgust me!" Then she stormed out of the house.

"Well, that sure was a painful memory, now was it," Harry's question was rhetorical as he watched Bellatrix fall to her knees, screaming as another sharp blade came out of nowhere and entered her right thigh. A part of him enjoyed tormenting her as it was key to his plan. He had studied her dueling style, history, and philosophy and had to admit that he was sickened by what he saw. Her complete style was chaotic, unrestrained, and full of brutality. Yet, this is where he wanted her.

Psychological warfare was a dangerous game, "oh, we are from done, and you're about to experience pain like you have never known before." Attacking someone's body was one thing. However, attacking their minds and emotions was something else. Something drastic.

He showed some of her most painful memories from before she took the dark mark and a couple years after. And finally, he showed the memory of Arcturus and Cassiopeia disowning her. All the while attacking her body with all types of metallic and painful weapons he could think of. After about fifteen or twenty minutes of torture, they were back in the main hall near the door.

"Do you see now, Bella? Neither Sirius nor Andromeda were ever traitors to the House of Black. You, on the other hand, betrayed everything you stood for. Through your actions, you have proven to be weak. A traitor. And a disgrace!" He saw the looks of shock and depression on her face and smiled. "Now, get out of my head!" Then, with a powerful banishing charm, he pushed her out of his head.

The next minute they were back in the material world, where he saw that Bellatrix had flown ten feet backward. Rudolphus and Rabastan went to help her up, but the fear on her face rendered them speechless. Seeing the pitiful state she was in and sensing that her mind was about to break, he continued.

"You know, Lord Black blames you for why our family was torn apart. And he considers you a miserable failure for not protecting your sisters and cousins. Why would he want someone like you in the family except to lock you up where you can no longer embarrass him?! How does it feel to be kicked out of your birth family? Blood traitor," an evil smirk appeared on his face.

Apparently, that did it as she clutched her head and screamed in frustration and regret as her entire world came crashing down upon her. Rudolphus tried to get through to his wife but nothing he said even fazed her. In fact, she was completely hysterical for about the next few minutes or so before collapsing on the ground. Completely unconscious.

Right then, a high-pitched laugh broke his attention. "Well done, Harry. Psychological warfare. Exploiting the vulnerabilities of an individual's worst memories. However, enough of that," the boy certainly knew things about attacking someone's mind and emotions. He wasn't even looking at his underlings. "If you won't join me willingly, then I have other ways of making you comply. Imperio!"

The curse hit Harry in the face. It may have been powerful, but he had prepared for this with his dad. "Now, acknowledge me as the greatest wizard in the world," Voldemort ordered.

Harry pushed the feeling of euphoria away almost immediately. "Not on your life, Tom."

"Interesting," Voldemort mused. "You can throw off a curse from me with such ease. Though it won't be nearly enough to save you," a sickening smile appeared on his face. "Crucio Maxima!"

The pain from the cruciatus curse was one of the most painful things he had undergone tonight, as the torture curse was reinforced by the amplifying spell. His scream filled the area. Voldemort held the curse for what seemed like an eternity. That and combined with his other injuries, he was already seeing double.

"If only you had submitted to me, then you would have never known this misery," Voldemort increased the power of the spell, making Harry scream louder as pain beyond anything coursed through his entire body.

Just as he was about to pass out, he heard them. "Come on, big brother, you can't falter yet. You can't let him win," Emily cried.

"Show him who you are," Severus added.

Here it comes. The battle will be in this section.

That touched Harry deeply as something awakened inside him as his magic flared, and he unleashed a massive war cry. Ironically Voldemort grew intrigued enough to stop as he wondered what the boy was up to. The backlash from the chains and collar began causing him an unbearable amount of pain. However, it seemed as if Potter was powering through. For a strange reason, he wanted to see if Potter would actually break free or if the magical backlash would kill the boy.

"Do nothing," Voldemort ordered when some of his Death Eaters approached with their wand fully prepared to attack. But instead, they immediately froze as none of them wanted to anger the Dark Lord.

The magical feedback from the chains grew at an alarming rate that scared several of them. Already sparks and lightning strikes were appearing from the protections, and it didn't look like they would stop anytime soon as the more Potter resisted, the more violent they became.

Several Russians and Ukrainians watched with amusement and anticipation as they wanted to know what would happen. Meanwhile, the people from Africa could only stare in disbelief as they could feel the pain Potter was experiencing. Not many were capable of braving the chains for so long without dying.

One of the braver members jumped forward, trying to block out the child's screams of agony. "My Lord, you better get back as the backlash is increasing, and there's no telling what might happen. Either the chains will break, or he will." Voldemort didn't take his eyes off Potter as he relished the boy's cries of agony, savoring it like it was a delicious piece of candy. Stepping back, he took a few steps backward and watched as the things started to play out.

Harry's only thought was to get out of his bindings and take down some of the Death Eaters. The pain from the chains only served to fuel the adrenaline pumping through his veins as he didn't care about the pain surging through his body. If he was going to die, it would be on his terms, and they could be sure that he would not bend to anyone's wishes. Not to some cowardly shitbags and especially not to this murdering psychopath.

For what seemed like decades had only been twenty minutes as the magical buildup attacked every part of Hadrian's body, and then he was suddenly enveloped in a blinding white aura that sent a powerful shockwave Voldemort and his men back a fair amount of feet. The resulting shockwaves caused the chains and collar to release Harry, and he fell to the ground. Ignoring the pain, he struggled to his feet. His body started healing himself. Then turning to his left, he saw Peter struggling to get up, and with supreme effort, he dashed forward and kicked the rodent-like man in the face. Quickly following up with a vicious combination of techniques designed to make a person suffer.

Peter had a broken nose, jaw, and four cracked ribs. And Harry was far from done as he continued beating the shit out of Pettigrew, not even caring at the scathing looks being sent his way.

If Peter thought the pain from three years ago was horrible, then the pain from Harry's strikes was on a different level. However, the boy was not letting up as Harry seemed determined to make him suffer as much as possible. Then with a swift kick to the face, Peter was now short four teeth and moaning on the ground. Harry then turned around to see the surprised and amused looks of Voldemort and the others.

"Sorry, he's had this coming for a long time, and I'm just getting started."

Voldemort chuckled. "By all means, continue," he implored, enjoying the show as Potter started beating Wormtail within an inch of his life. "This is the most entertainment I've had in over a year."

"It would seem that you've undergone certain rituals to enhance your body's healing and physical capabilities. How interesting." The boy's body had been healed from all the damage it had taken from the chains. This was most illuminating as he watched the boy's cuts and bruises heal. Though the child didn't heal as quickly as he did.

"Four minutes." Harry turned back to Peter, who tried crawling away. Mentally scoffing, he shot some powerful volts of lightning at the battered man, making him scream in agony. "I'll be honest with you, Wormtail. I've wanted to do this for a long time." His power was slowly returning to him, but it was being hindered by the aftereffects of the bindings. Apparently, the chains had a secondary effect.

When Harry finally stopped, Peter was left heavily brutalized and twitching on the ground. Ironically the little fucker was still alive, but it was only because Harry allowed it as someone else wanted the chance of killing him.

"Nicely done, Harry. Look at him writhing on the ground in agony; very sadistic. I approve," Voldemort prepared to duel. "I would say that Dumbledore would be very disappointed in you."

"I don't give a shit about the old goat," viciously retorted. "I am not weak enough to believe in his pacifist bullshit."

Looking around, he saw the other Death Eaters on their feet. "Enough tricks! Where's your honor. Fight like a man!"

"Back away," Voldemort ordered his followers. "I will handle this child myself." One look from him made the Death Eaters step back.

"Your move, asshole."

"Language, Harry." Rejoicing at the angry look on the child's face. "Let us commence. You've known how to duel for a while now, so you know the etiquette." His red eyes glistened with delight, "first we bow to each other," Voldemort, bending a little but keeping his snakelike face upturned to Harry, who copied with a mock bow of his own.

Then as fast as he could, Harry fired a dark and destructive curse that Voldemort dodged, but the people behind him were not as lucky. Faster than a hiccup, Voldemort retaliated in kind and began unleashing dark spells in rapid succession. Many of the Death Eaters scrambled away to form a wide circle hoping to not be caught in their duel.

"Such dark magic, Harry," Voldemort said with a bemused expression as another six of his Death Eaters were killed. His spells were like a blur. Even if he wasn't at full power, his knowledge and skills began to give him the upper hand.

"Don't start with that good and evil magic garbage." Harry conjured a large piece of metal to shield himself from the familiar green curse. "Magic in its truest form is power, and all aspects of it should be studied. Not just the dogmatic spells allowed by Dumbledore or the Ministry." Conjuring a set of fiery arrows and banishing them.

"That's more like it," Voldemort unleashed a powerful barrage of explosions and wasn't giving an inch.

This duel was different from the one back in the chamber two years ago, Harry thought to himself. Far different. Tom Riddle's dueling style in the past may have been chaotic and highly dangerous, but this was worse as Voldemort's current power made the power from his sixteen-year-old self look as gentle as a sleeping kitten. Now, his style was brutally aggressive. The speed, power, and ferocity of Voldemort's spells were fueled by his anger and inner darkness. Harry could literally feel the man's darkness as it was leaving his body in waves, making it hard for him to counterattack.

Any normal person would have caved to the amount of pressure from Voldemort's spells but not Harry, as he refused to give up. The adrenaline continued surging throughout his entire body as he was determined to keep fighting. Pushing through the pain being inflicted upon him as his healing factors were working overtime, trying to keep up. With supreme effort, he started attacking back with his own repertoire of spells he got from the Potter, Black, Gryffindor, Slytherin, and Ravenclaw libraries, and they were highly dangerous and required a substantial amount of power to fuel them. The area surrounding them had been reduced to a warzone, with the spectators shaken to their cores as they found it hard for someone to last this long against the Dark Lord.

A couple jeers from the Death Eaters were heard when their master broke through the boy's defense and sent him crashing into the gravestone behind him.

Harry was in hell as Voldemort destroyed some of his bones, but he wasn't done yet. When Voldemort started coming toward him, laughing maniacally, he propelled himself back to his feet and shot a fiery purple energy orb followed by the mage blast. "Get back."

The energy orb caught Voldemort off guard as he could barely bat it away along with the dark blue curse. Though, when his shield broke, Potter quickly fired the blasting curse that made him skid back with a couple of his ribs shattered. This was followed by a piercing curse to the right shoulder. As quickly as the injuries came, his ribs and the hole in his shoulder quickly healed when he spit out some blood.

"Do you all see why I want this boy," Voldemort jeered, enjoying himself. "Here we have someone who recognizes the worth of power in all its glory. He does not require money or large numbers." He then resumed his onslaught.

The two battled, with Harry being put on the defensive. Luckily he had prepared for this and was making great use of his defensive techniques; that said, he started getting tired as the effects of the dark chains made it near impossible for his magic to fully replenish.

Lucius and the others couldn't believe what they were seeing was true as Potter could more or less fend off the Dark Lord. Of course, he knew the boy was powerful, but he didn't expect something like this. Already the boy had killed about thirty-five of theirs who were by no means slouches as they were powerful in their own rights. No wonder the fools during the third task died. Potter was a freaking monster. But how could a boy who is so young wield such an enormous amount of power? He was pulled out of his thought when the boy yelled. "Fiendfyre Duo!"

Almost immediately, the heavens shook as two gigantic fiery beasts emerged from Potter's wand. One in the form of a dragon. The other is a tiger. Lucius felt the one thing he hadn't felt in years, extreme fear for a moment. Potter's lost his mind. How could he unleash that cursed flame? It was an extremely dark and dangerous spell, not to mention difficult to control. Summoning a curse like fiendfyre took a lot of magic, and only a handful of witches and wizards could control it. But Potter had summoned two. This was bad, very bad.

Internally smirking, Harry took out his second wand and portkeyed Peter to Hogwarts. When the broken man was gone, he began working on the wards as he wanted to control them.

Voldemort was not a man easily surprised, but he never expected the boy to cast Fiendfyre. Taking a few steps back, he summoned all his magic and gave a diagonal slash with his wand to vanish the flames. It took a moment, but he saw that Harry now had two wands out. Dual wand wielding was a difficult technique to use, let alone master.

(0^0)

Peter couldn't believe what had just happened as Harry managed to portkey himself out of the graveyard. After a moment of spinning, he was deposited in the middle of a familiar pitch. Before he could even get a chance to take in his surrounding, a familiar voice he didn't want to hear scared him half to death.

"Peter!" Sirius roared in anger.

"Oh, no. Not yo-" he didn't get to finish as a powerful bludgeoning and banishing charm sent him flying.

Sirius watched as Peter landed on his back in pain, but he didn't care as the only thing on his mind was killing the traitor. He rushed forward, firing curse after curse at Peter ignoring the shouts from Dumbledore telling him to stop. Sirius took off Peter's new silver hand, depriving him of his wand, and quickly took his right ear off. Then using the same spell his grandfather used on Bagman, Peter's bloodcurdling screams rung throughout the pitch.

"You got off easy last time, Peter, but not today," Sirius may have abhorred using spells designed by his family. But he remembered the conversation he had with Harry during the summer. It doesn't matter if he uses dark magic as he will decide the type of man he will become, not anyone else. Today he was fighting not for the light but for the life of a family member. "This ends right here. Right now. Goodbye, Peter!"

"Sir-ius, please… don't," Peter cried and begged for mercy, but Sirius was having none of it as he used another dark curse to open Peter's chest, exposing his innards. Then with a final jab of his wand, the blasting curse shot right through his exposed chest, incinerating his organs and killing Peter.

"That was for Lily and James." He snarled and fired a reducto that took the fool's head off.

Several of the eyewitnesses were in pure shock as none of them expected Sirius to go this far. No one was more shocked than Albus, who stared in bewilderment, trying to process what just happened. Sirius executed Peter even though he begged for mercy. What really got his attention was that Sirius kicked the now dead and headless Peter Pettigrew in the side.

"How could you?" Albus recovered though still in shock.

"The son of a bitch deserved it," was the only response Sirius gave before walking away, leaving the stunned Aurors to clean up what was left of Peter.

(0^0)

The flames of fiendfyre provided enough distraction for him to gain control of the wards and morph into a dragon. Everyone froze when they saw a dragon standing behind the flames, and with a mighty roar, their robes billowed in the winds. No one was more surprised than Voldemort, stunned by what he saw. The boy he was fighting morphed into a dragon. But not just any dragon, a Genesis dragon. They haven't been seen in over a thousand years. Unfortunately, he was so distracted that he didn't see the dragon's tail coming at him. Then with another roar, Harry released a powerful stream of flames that incinerated a good portion of the Death Eaters. A few of them were able to briefly shield against the flames, but the power rendered some of their shields ineffective. While some may have survived, albeit burned, others were not so lucky.

Harry then transformed back into a human and continued attacking the stunned Death Eaters. Within two minutes, he cost Nott and Parkinson their right arms along with a leg from Crabbe and Goyle. However, that brief distraction cost him as Voldemort got back to his feet and nailed him with a red and yellow spell that shattered most of his bones and set his organs on fire.

(0^0)

In the stands, Severus and the others were still under the protection of the wards. Only he and Emily could see what was happening in that graveyard as Harry fought for his life. The whole thing was painful to watch as neither of them knew if he would survive. Even the gods were uneasy as they could feel their partner's pain through their bond as the gap between the two power was steadily growing. If things continue then, Harry will not have a chance at surviving.

Emily whimpered. "Harry," gasping as he was hit with a yellow and red spell that hurt all over. "I can feel him. He's not going to make it."

Kai apparently had enough, and with a loud squawk, he rose to his full height. "Screw this. I'm done sitting on the sidelines." He then flamed away.

Just as Harry felt he wasn't going to make it, a familiar flame emerged before him cutting off Voldemort's attack. Suzaku had arrived and created a large, pressurized wall of fire along with several beasts to keep the assailants at bay.

"Damn, stubborn phoenix, this is the first time you disobeyed me," struggling to his feet, he coughed up some blood.

"Be mad at me later. For now, we have to merge."

Harry didn't hesitate to comply. Similar to what happened with Byakko, Harry and Suzaku began to synchronize their magics together. "सुजाकु ! त्वं मायालोकस्य वातानां शासनं करोषि । अहं हैड्रियन जेम्स् पोटरः एतेन भवतः अधिकारस्य अधीनतां प्राप्य भवतः शक्तिं दापयामि। अहं प्रार्थयामि यत् भवान् मम कृते भगवान् वोल्डेमोर्ट् इत्यस्य अवरोहणस्य शक्तिं न्यस्यतु। उर्फ टॉम मार्वोलो पहेली." (Suzaku! You who rules the winds of the magical world. I, Hadrian James Potter, do hereby submit myself to your authority and claim your power. I ask that you entrust me with the power to bring down Lord Voldemort. Aka Tom Marvolo Riddle.)

As the flames vanished along with the beast, everyone witnessed a bright red-orange light that seemed to grow brighter by the minute. "अहम् एव उत्तिष्ठामि! अहमेव सर्वं नष्टं लोकाशुभात् । अनन्तं हसामि स्वप्ने च शोचामि । मम माया तव शक्तियोग्यं भवतु अहं त्वां सर्वान् च दर्शयिष्यामि योग्यः । भवतः प्राचीनशक्तिं अनलॉक कुर्वन्तु येन वयं मिलित्वा विजयी भवामः। स्वर्गीय ओवरड्राइव गच्छतु !" (I am the one who shall rise! I am the one who has lost everything to the evil of this world. I laugh at the infinite, and I grieve at the dream. Let my magic be worthy of your power, and I shall show you and everyone that I am worthy. Unlock your ancient powers so that together we may be victorious. Go heavenly overdrive!)

The red-orange aura continued growing until reaching its peak and revealing a new Hadrian Potter. Covering the boy's body was a dark red battle warrior suit with orange streaks around his chest and crimson wing sprawled from his back.

'Harry, given your current condition, we will not be able to maintain this form for long. So whatever you're going to do, do it now.'

'I'll need you to rid my body of those chains and collar effects.' Harry leaped into the air with his wings spread out, much to the Death Eaters' surprise and Voldemort's amusement. Because he also jumped into the air, and much to Harry's surprise, Voldemort seemed capable of flying without aid.

Flying fast, Harry nailed him in the face with unpredictable speed and power. His attack sent Voldemort somewhat back as he was still getting used to his new body. That said, Suzaku was still working on eliminating the residual traces from the chains, so at the moment, they were almost even. Harry's creativity and ingenuity allowed him to counterattack Voldemort's raw power and merciless assault. Right now, the only thing he was attempting to do was unbalance his opponent, but that was easier said than done. His opponent's power was building while he was only operating at about sixty percent.

However, like their battle two years ago, Voldemort was outclassed when it came to muggle combat as he was sent flying down when Harry brought down a heavy kick to his face followed by a couple kicks to the chest. However, before hitting the ground, Voldemort regained control of his movement and landed on his feet. Harry saw this and allowed the flames from within to manifest out of his body. Then a second later, medium-sized balls of fire started raining down on Voldemort and the others with rapid speed. The resulting impacts caused explosions around the area, blanketing it with smoke.

'Harry, I was able to burn all of the residual traces of the chain from your body, but in doing so, I had to cut down the amount of time you would have had. As we speak, you only have thirty seconds before we separate.' Suzaku warned.

Quickly descending with an amazing speed, he punched the ground with such force that it made a crater, but that wasn't his attack as he created several pillars of fire that rose up to surround Voldemort and a group of his men. Voldemort's injuries may have healed his body, but he definitely felt the pain from Potter's attacks. When the fire pillars approached him, he immediately jumped into the air to avoid being trapped inside. Unfortunately, the people behind him were not so lucky as they were reduced to ashes.

Looking down, he saw that young Harry had returned to his base form and was on a knee, heavily panting. Immediately he fired the torture curse that brought the boy to the ground, where he screamed in agony. Landing back on the ground, he took a step forward. "I commend you for putting up such a fight. Hardly anyone is capable of lasting this long against me. I also never anticipated that you might have another animagus form. One that takes the form of a dragon long thought to be extinct. A Genesis Dragon!"

"It is a shame that I have to kill someone so talented. Almost anyway," stalking over to his prey. "Farewell! Avada Kedavra!"

The killing curse raced towards Harry, and for a split second, he thought he was finished but then remembered he had another surprise. Lifting his left hand, a shield materialized, stopping the curse from hitting him. Much to everybody's shock, Potter had somehow managed to block the killing curse with a shield.

"I still have a few tricks up my sleeve, Tom." Rising to his feet. "You're not gonna get rid of me that easily." he could feel his magic returning to him, and now he might have a chance.

"It appears not. However, that will change soon enough," a blood-boiling, writhing, brain exploding, and organ liquifying spells left his wand along with a handful of other chaotic spells.

Every time they managed to fend and retaliate against one another, the ground beneath them began to shake as their spells made contact with one another. Finally, Harry had little choice but to resort to his elemental abilities as Voldemort enhanced his spells with parseltongue and his own elemental abilities. By now, the Death Eaters were completely frozen with fear as they couldn't move even though it was clear they wanted to leave.

Harry may have been able to put up a decent fight for a time, but it seemed as if Voldemort might outdo him as he was having a difficult time trying to keep up.

Voldemort saw how tired the boy was and decided to end things. And with a smirk, he released a concentrated blast of deep blue and black stream of energy.

Unknown to him, Harry already knew the spell as it was a powerful offensive spell. If touched by the blast, then it would make the person suffer a most painful death, the likes of which have never been felt before. He came across the dark spell twice. The Citadel's library and in one of the ancient tomes in Salazar's library in the Slytherin's family manor. Waving both his wands in an unusual pattern, he caught the stream of dark energy with one wand and twisted the other around his head. He knew that to contain the spell took a massive amount of power, and even if he did manage to pull it off, the shield would leave him heavily drained.

Voldemort's scarlet eyes widened at what Potter was doing to his spell. He really thought the force would have been enough to kill him, but Potter was able to perform something as unexpected as this. "Impossible."

Harry knew he couldn't allow his focus to wander off because if he did, then the spell would surely kill him. Truthfully this was the first time he had done something like this, as he was still learning it. Streams of dark magic swirled around him, and he could feel his wands burning in his hands. It felt like his hands were about to go limp for a moment, but he wasn't going to quit. Just as he gathered the last of the dark energy, his eyes glowed brightly, and his rational mind was long gone. Condensing the energy into a large black ball of fire and sent it back.

Once it made contact with the ground, it caused a huge explosion that sent an electrical shockwave throughout the graveyard knocking everyone back except Voldemort, who stood his ground.

"Most excellent work, Harry. You managed to do something only a small few are capable of doing. However, you are exhausted and have severely drained your core. Looks like you reached your limit." He mocked; however, the boy didn't say anything snarky. In fact, the look on his face was unreadable as his eyes continued glowing.

If possible, the adrenaline pumping through Harry's body increased as he responded with a combination of powerful ancient spells. With his rational mind gone, he allowed his instincts to take over and actually managed to put Voldemort on the defensive. Voldemort didn't like whatever was going on as Potter's spells became faster and much more dangerous than they were before.

Harry couldn't explain it, but it felt like his magical core and body just kicked into a new gear. "Reached my limit? No way, I always knew that fighting you would carry some risk," he said in a much deeper voice. "If I don't surpass my limits now, then when will I?" His last spell connected with Voldemort's chest and sent him flying. Harry followed it up with an electrical arrow that entered his right shoulder and sent tons of volts through his body.

Unbeknownst to any of them, it started to rain, and Harry's speed drastically increased. With his newfound speed, he could now dodge and move faster than before, which obviously annoyed his opponent.

The battle seemed to be in favor but not for long as Voldemort started adapting to his style and retaliated with more powerful blows and incredible speed. Harry himself was getting tired as he could feel his adrenaline decreasing, and if he didn't do anything soon, it would be curtains for him. He would just need to buy his time.

Every muscle in his body ached as he was sure several of his bones were now destroyed. The only thing he had going for him was the rain, which increased his speed, allowing him to dodge, but it was only temporary. Throwing his senses back, he knew there was a statue behind him, and he quickly formed an idea. He had to go for broke even if it was a gamble. Summoning all the magic he had left, he combined the elemental forces of fire, water, earth, wind, and lightning. Then, he reinforced it with parseltongue into the mage blast turning it into something truly destructive.

Unfortunately, Voldemort responded in kind with his own spell in which he infused the elemental forces of fire, lightning, earth, and air and combined it with parseltongue. The two spells collided in midair as both casters pushed as much power as they could.

The massive amount of energy was similar yet different from the battle two years ago. Right now, a lot more power was being used as both combatants tried to outdo each other and didn't care about anything else. Different colors of lightning were striking in different directions, the winds grew dangerously powerful, threatening enough to cut their skins, and the pressure from their spells made the Death Eaters drop to the ground gasping for air at the amount of magic being released.

Pushing all the emotions he felt away, Harry mustered his courage, not caring about the consequences, and started walking forward. If possible, the fire in his green eyes burned even brighter as he acted on his impulses. The tips from his wands started smoking with every step he took. For Voldemort, it was taking everything he had to keep the magic from being directed at him as he still wasn't at his maximum yet. But that was not what got his attention as he saw the boy walking straight towards him.

"I will not allow you to kill me," Harry declared. Feeling his magic react to his desires to continue, he put everything he had into one final blast. "Full Power!" The magic inside of him suddenly exploded, supercharging his attack making the ball of energy built between them go off in a massive explosion that destroyed a good portion of the graveyard and killed some of the Death Eaters. The resulting shockwave sent Harry flying back, where he hit the grim reaper statue with such force that it almost knocked him out.

As luck would have it, black smoke enveloped the area giving him just the amount of cover he needed. Using the last scrap of energy in his body, he hit the statue with a blue-yellowish spell turning it into a lightning rod, and used his modified version of the flagrate spell to leave a little surprise. "Accio cup" was all he could do before the trophy quickly dashed towards him as he was about to collapse. The moment it came into contact with his hand, the thing transported him away.

Voldemort got back to his feet, feeling weak but still alive. "Where is he?" Voldemort roared, walking forward, vanishing the smoke away with some of the others following close behind. When they got near the grim reaper, a set of fiery letters appeared and formed three words:

Suck It Bitches

Then out of nowhere, a powerful arc of lightning hit the statue, which it redirected at Voldemort and the others pumping so many volts through them, and then the words condensed into a ball of fire that exploded, sending them back to where they landed on their backs.

The ones near the Dark Lord were rolling on the ground in agony while he got back to his feet. Whether it was from the amount of pain, he suffered tonight, the fact that his plans for Potter were thwarted, or that Potter got the last word made him yell in frustration.

End of the battle

(0^0)

Things at Hogwarts were far from perfect, even though the Aurors and ICW agents managed to restore a slight amount of order. However, the occupants were in a panic as they didn't know what was going on. After a few minutes, Dumbledore finally stopped it when he amplified his voice and ordered them to be silent. However, the peace was short-lived when he felt the wards around the pitch go off again, and he felt like he would need a bottle of Firewhiskey tonight.

For the first time in his life, Harry was glad to have used a portkey as he usually hated that method of travel. When the spinning finally ended, he landed face-first in the grass of the Quidditch pitch. He couldn't even move. All the adrenaline that went through his body suddenly vanished, and all the pain he endured quickly took over. To put it simply, Harry was broken, battered, and left in perpetual agony. Several of his bones were destroyed along with some of his internal organs, which were severely traumatized. And he was drained mentally, physically, and magically. Hell, every part of his body felt like it would break apart at the slightest touch. Especially his magical core, which burned hotter than a supernova.

He then felt someone turn him around, and the last thing he remembered seeing was Daphne's face. Even though his vision was blurry, he recognized her touch, giving her a faint smile which she returned and carefully embraced him. That was the last thing Harry remembered before passing out in her arms.

To be continued...

A/N: This is my last chapter for this story. Don't worry as I will be back wtih it's sequel. Let me start by saying that what Harry did to Bellatrix was psychological warfare or rather tortured her with Human can injure a person's body all you want but exploiting the vunerabilities of someone's psychology always has lasting effects.

Harry and Suzaku merged with the phoenix ridding the boy's body of the effects from the dark chains. Even though Harry was weakened and badly injured his will and spirit remained strong. Always remember that the will is the strongest source of power.

Also the fighting style Voldemort used is based on Darth Sidious's though it's more brutal and chaotic. During their battle Voldemort's power was between 55 and 60 percent of his real power. Bellatrix's style is the same as Maul's.

Thank you everyone who enjoyed this story and please stay tuned for the sequel. Oh and a Happy 4th of July to everyone.