Chapter 4: Anger does no good but Cruelty does

Harry wanted to scream; how could he have been so thick? The organisation would never stop because of him. This girl before him disgusted him more than anything else. Speaking of the death of someone like it was only a bug that needed to be crushed to be put in Snape's potions. Hermione would never do that, never. He wanted to cause her so much pain. Her, taking Hermione's form to make him feel more comfortable, what a deceitful idea! He will make her pay.

Harry focused into her eyes. He felt himself get into the air, leaving the body of that dung and focused once more into the eyes of the woman before him. He felt himself aspired into her mind. He felt no resistance at all like in Wise.

Who are you? WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME? Do you think that YOU can make me stoop so low? Do you think that I, the symbol of hope against Voldemort can be a puppet in your hands? What do you want? Not all purebloods are bad! You should know that, you who want to be Hermione so much. The wizarding world is in tears; One of their greatest hopes, Me, has been killed. I want to cause you so much pain! I can even feel my Voldemort side surfacing again. You make me disgust the muggles and muggleborn even more. Mudbloods, that what you are!

As the word mudblood came into Harry's head, a stir of resistance stung him. The mind was trying to defy him. Show me what you've got and pray that I judge the memories acceptable enough to let you be.

Flashes flew; A young girl arriving home from school, her mother looking really happy about something.

"Morgan, you are accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," the older woman was beaming while the young girl stayed confused. "Well, the amazing things that you have done since your infancy is all explained in this letter. You are a witch and you will be able to attend one of the greatest wizarding schools according to this letter."

Knock, Knock, someone was at the door. "Coming," said the mother in a very cheerful mood.

"Mrs. Polly Summerby, I Presume." A man in a dark hooded black robe with a green skull with a snake as tongue stepped in.

"Too right you are!" Polly was literally hoping about. "You are a wizard, aren't you?"

The man removed the hood for the first time. He was looking familiar. He was Barty Crouch Jr.

"My boss, Lord Voldemort, is a good friend of Headmaster Dumbledore. You see they don't really like Muggleborns, the magical children of muggle who are non-magical people like you."

Polly's smile faltered for the first time.

"They did not want to come themselves and so they told me to come myself..." Crouch smiled showing all him teeth in a mischievous way and Polly smiled back nervously.

"…to kill you and your daughter."

Polly smiled even more nervously. "Stop kidding Mr.…"

"Barty… Barty Crouch Junior; And now lets get started; Crucio," his wand was pointed towards Polly in less time that Harry could have thought possible.

Polly started to scream and fell to ground hard and painfully. Spasms of pain coursed through her like waves making her wriggle on the ground like earthworms cut into two. Barty, being the brat that only he could be, started laughing like Voldemort would have done. He was really very Voldermortish.

Morgan stayed still like a statue and could not move even a bit. Harry scream into her head but nothing could move her as it was only a vision.

ENOUGH! Harry came back from the memory and so much of his anger towards her has dissipated that he was now even feeling sympathy for her. He felt so awful of saying the word mudblood when Hermione and his mother, Lily, were muggleborns. Before him was the body of Wise. The latter had passed out when Harry changed body.

Why did you need my clones and not just some kind of android? Don't you have any kind of compassion for killing someone so cold bloodedly? This was like some kind of interrogatory with Veritaserum. The answers followed fluidly and truthfully. We did not want to kill the clones because they could have been useful with all the powers they possessed, they could have been good soldiers and defective ones could have been kept for experiments. The soldier project has to be abandoned because then, they would all have the brain of Harry Potter and would surely rebel themselves. We have started to cut part of their consciousness to implant microprocessors to control them but lately I have pointed out that it would be risky as someone like Voldemort could overrule the chips and take control of the clones by possession.

Are there any of those clones left? Harry wanted the answer like he has never wanted any other thing in his life. Yes! Let's go then.

To everybody, Morgan could be seen walking to the clone destruction room but what they did not know was that Harry was controlling her.

Wait; My wand! Harry did a u-turn and took his wand from his room and headed back to the clone destruction room.

Someone was killing the cloned one after the other with Avada Kedavra; Harry could see that through the transparent glass panes. A Harry possessed Morgan ran into the room as the last of the clone were about to be killed.

"Stupefy," a red jet ran right through the back of the agent. The alarm sounded. Harry had to be quick. He put his wand into the hand of his clone and projected himself out of Morgan into the body of the clone. He was him again and he had full control over his cloned self given that the clone did not possess part of his consciousness.

The great advantage, that he had now, was that he did not have that ugly scar over his forehead. The members of the organisation were rushing into the room. They stayed bewildered for sometime and then turned towards Harry. Adrenalin rushed into his bloodstream. This was going to be even tighter than the escaped from the cemetery. Harry did not want to lose that body. He had the clearest impression that he was a squib when he returns to his own self.

Harry jumped onto his feet from his bed and hoped onto the ground and ran like he had never run. His wand was in his hands. He sent some stupefy hexes behind him and this seemed like it was being relived once more when he heard a few bodies fall down. Now he only had to find a portkey somewhere. They can't get out of this place without a portkey. He arrived into a sort of telephone booth. The banner told clearly user-password portkey.

It was a computer system. 'User Name:' the cursor was blinking at the end of this label. Morgan. Harry typed in the name. 'Invalid User Name', what now? Morgan Summerby, Harry typed in and this time 'Password:' appeared. Password, this is going to be difficult. Harry had locked the door of the booth and the members were crowded outside it. They looked relieved that Harry was still there. Alohomora did not work on the door and Harry was forever thankful for the one that designed this system. Outside, they did not sound the least worried; Harry would never be able to pass the password system and would eventually surrender.

Harry was lost until he saw 'Forgotten Password?' and clicked onto it. 'Security question: Who is the person I hate the most on this earth?' Harry typed in all that passed through his head, Dumbledore, Voldemort, Voldie, Tom Riddle, Albus, Barty Crouch, Harry Potter… Still nothing! Barty Crouch Jr. This one was the good. 'Hint to password: Fear they may be but forever grateful I will be to them.' Harry was dumbfounded. He punched the wall in frustration what was he going to do now. They will most certainly kill the clone but even if he lives, what would it be if he has to possess people to have magical powers instead of being himself. It would be surely better in Azkaban with all its Dementors. Dementors, yes, it fell in place. Dementors bring the most feared memories to life. Lupin said that he was very wise in being scared of fear itself when the boggart took the form of a dementor. And Morgan should be very grateful to them because they ensured that Barty Crouch Jr. get a good punishment that was worse than death itself.

Dementors, Harry typed in. 'Password correct, you may lift the phone receiver now.' Harry did as he was told as the outsiders' eyes went big and began punching the panes of the booth as if they were zombies trying to get Harry to eat his brain. Harry grinned as he watched the others and lifted the phone. He felt the familiar pull behind his navel and fell into a strangely dark place. He lifted himself and walked about careful not to him his toes with anything. Then it came to him. He was naked!

What a chance I did not portkeyed to Diagon Alley. There was a dim light source before him. He was in some sort of huge cathedral. As he approached the light source he discerned the entrance of the building and some people were lying there in battered clothes and not looking very friendly. He had to get dressed. He projected himself into the air and gilded his non physical form into one of the persons there. The possessed had an oversized dark hooded robe and this came exactly well with the wand of that person.

Harry moved the woman towards the limp body of his clone and made her remove her hood and put her wand into the clone's hand. It was lucky that the place was dark because the woman was not really an old one and had seemingly a good shape. Harry entered his clone once more and let the now limp woman fall down clumsily. He dressed up and took both wands, his and the woman's. He pulled on the hood and went out.

Knockturn Alley, he was thinking about it the moment he fell there. He felt really like Sirius at that moment. He wanted to wreck people's neck and he kept his anger bottled up for the time when he would meet those persons because their fate would not be the most pleasant thing. He did not feel any remorse any more; Sirius died because of Bellatrix and she would feel his wrath. This moment arrived quicker than Harry would have ever thought.

Bellatrix was walking in the street like any body else, even her hood was lowered and she did not even care to put another robe than the one with the Dark Mark that she was wearing at that moment. This incensed Harry even more when the people surrounding them stooped low as she passed. Harry did not stoop and Bellatrix noticed. She stopped and said in a commanding voice, "who are you to stand up when all of your kind stoop before me?"

Harry wanted so much to lower his hood and say 'Harry Potter, the one who Voldemort can never kill and the one who will be the end of all the Deatheaters and of Tom Riddle' but he restrained himself.

"Sorry, I was admiring the Mark on your robe," he said in a hoarse voice trying to appear older and not like Harry Potter's voice would have.

"Oh! You are forgiven then!" Bellatrix sounded pleased and followed her way with her nose high up in the air.

Harry stepped up as soon as Bellatrix was far enough. He ran into a street parallel to the one in which he has been. He kept spying Bellatrix's moves from the corners of junctions. Then she entered the dark building in which he had been earlier and he followed her.

"Lumos!" as soon as Harry's wand tip lit up, he had Bellatrix's wand pointed directly into his chest.

"Calm down; calm down!" Harry said with the same voice that he had used earlier. "I was only following you so as to talk about enrolling for a Deatheather position."

"You could have asked me about that while we talked earlier." Her wand was not moving as she said that in a testy voice.

"I do not trust people of Knockturn. I am not from Knockturn, I am directly from Hogwarts and I have even been to the Most Noble House of the Black."

Bellatrix eyes opened wider when she heard of her beloved home.

"But you can't get there because of the fidelius charm Dumbledore has put on it. I am myself from the Order of the Phoenix but what's the need to stay there anymore? Dumbledore is so down with Harry Potter dead."

Harry had discreetly pointed his other wand towards the belly of Bellatrix while she was so absorbed by what he had been saying.

"Bella, I am really unhappy with your behavior since you became a Deatheater."

Bellatrix was becoming confused now. Harry's hand holding the wand with Lumos started to lower his hood. The head of Harry was still hairless and there was not a bit of a scar anywhere. Harry looked into her eyes and with all the legilimency that he possessed he probed her mind and what shocked Harry most was the thought that Bellatrix now had; the boy before her looked so much like a young Voldemort right now.

"Very right you are Bella; I am like Voldemort more than you can ever think although with my scar and hair I would never look like him." Bellatrix stiffened before him and her grip on her wand tightened more.

"Potter is dead and it happened before me."

"I suffered much, too much for the death of Sirius and that's your fault. You seemingly haven't suffered enough with my Cruciatus but let me have a last try before I kill you."

Bellatrix laughed for the first time.

"With your wand with a Lumos spell and mine in your chest, you won't even have time to react before I turn you unconscious and bring you to my Lord."

Harry smiled and it struck him how like Barty Crouch Jr. he looked but instead of making him uncomfortable, he liked it. It gave him the confidence that he could be cruel enough to give a good Cruciatus to Bellatrix.

Bellatrix hissed at him, "what are you smiling at when you are supposed to kneel down and beg me to spare you. Gryffindors will stay the arrogant imbeciles that they always were."

"Bella, do you know that the Hat destined me to be a Slytherin before I dissuaded it in doing so. You would understand better if you look down a bit."

"Clever, Potter, deviation technique; but I know you are bluffing!"

"Really? Crucio!" Harry spoke in a cool voice wanting Bellatrix to scream in pain like she had never done before.

Bellatrix fell down and the horrible mask of terror stayed scotched on her face. She was caught completely off guard as the curse sprang from Harry's second wand. He felt relieved to see he fell to ground, one step closer to insanity but not enough.

"Do you remember the Longbottoms, Bella," Harry asked in a cheeky voice.

"Beluug….Bluuug…yuggg," Bellatrix was screeching incomprehensible words.

"I don't understand," Harry was enjoying it. He focused even more. His was not going to be the world most powerful wizard for nothing.

Bellatrix now started wriggling on the ground, saliva was dripping from her mouth, and she started coughing all together. Blood was coming out of her mouth. Harry was almost sure that even Voldemort would not have been able to do such a feat.

He stopped and watched as Bellatrix's wriggling stopped and she put her hands and tried to lift her up. She failed as he hands slid on the damp ground and she fell face first on the ground; her noise was broken and blood came out profusely.

"Ouch, I bet that this was painful Bella," Harry said mimicking Sirius voice.

"Sod off, Potter," she managed to say in a disdainful way that only she could do.

"This is not what I was expecting from of supposedly well-mannered Black like you."

Harry kicked her wand away and proceeded even further by kicking her as hard as he could in the belly as she was on her hands trying to get up. She had the wind swept out of her and fell back to ground breaking her nose even more.

"I think that you will need more, Crucio!" this time he used both wands and what surprised him was that both wands emitted there part while he was expecting only one to do so as earlier, the Lumos had been extinguished. He was becoming more powerful. Being cruel make people more powerful. Being cruel does have its good part in the end.

Bellatrix was blown down from the force of both Crucios and now she was not only wriggling but also bouncing of the ground sometime it was her head that was hitting the ground, then at others her buttock and legs followed the suit. The most surprising of it all was that Harry enjoyed it.

He continued the spell for a whole five minutes until he started feeling drained out. He was powerful and now he knew it. He now has to be up to the standards of his power. Bellatrix was unconscious.

"Enervate," Bellatrix woke up and looked at Harry and screamed.

Harry just smiled at her as if he was the kind loving daddy and Bellatrix was the little scared girl. Bellatrix face started changing to a less scared one. Then suddenly Harry face turned stone and he no longer wore the kind look but now looked more like the angry cruel headmaster.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK?" Harry shouted out at Bellatrix. Then he started laughing like a maniac. He patted Bellatrix head a little and then gave her a hard slap that would stay engraved into her cheeks for the rest of her life.

Bellatrix retreated away from Harry. She started wailing like a mad and Harry was now sure that it was just what she was.

"Crucio"

Bellatrix wriggled a bit and then Harry relaxed the curse. As soon as Bellatrix started to stop wriggling, "Crucio"; Harry went like this for a good long time.

"Well, my Bellatrix, where do you want me to drop you, Azkaban or St Mungos!"

"No, I think that I will leave you here. The Knockturn people would have something to knock and turn and they would do that very well I am sure. Ah! Before I get going!"

He stripped her of her already worn and battered dress on and took his wand. "Incendio!"

He made a dark line on her back. He continued with the Incendio until he wrote what he wanted to – 'Voldie the ghost of HP was here!'

"Ba-bye, I love you Bella!" Harry left and Bella continued to wave at him.

Harry went outside his hood was back on. He had nothing to fear now. He was officially dead and the Ministry of Magic would not keep tracking the magical trace of someone already dead. If they try Veritaserum on him, they would be trying it on the person that he was possessing not him. His clone does not have the ability to talk as his consciousness is cut from this world. Harry would not be affected by the potion and would continue feeding false information.

He entered a shop which looked suspiciously full of dark magic like any other. The man at the counter was a fat one and a Dark Mark was hanging on his arm. There was no means in telling if this was the true one or simply a tattoo.

"Sir, do you know where the Malfoys live, I am one of Lucius' associates in something and I have to talk to his wife."

"No!" the man grunted but Harry knew better.

He removed his hood and looked piercingly into the man's eyes and head. He added 'legilimens' in his thoughts. Soon memories flashed between their minds.

"Thank you, sir!" the man looked confused but said nothing.

That's what I call a good behavior. And Harry started once more towards his quest. This was going to be one of his best summers ever.

Merlin's Griffin – I will find a beta reader soon.