Second Edition

Chapter 3

The brutally of the animal had gotten Harry so queasy, he couldn't believe that such human being was capable of doing a foul act. His stomach revolted and tried to calm his nerves down. In all aspects, he can guess exactly who is behind the mask.

"Like my new hide Potter?" sneered the Death Eater, the voice had sounded familiar as well, securing his guess.

"Your charades won't work on me MacNair," said Harry coolly. "Stop hiding behind that mask of yours; you bloody coward." This made the Death Eater to get angry with Harry.

"Shut up you idiot!" he threw the dead animal aside next to dustbins. "All you ever show are stupid, and not to mention such vulgar acts!"

"My, my, you do have a big vocabulary don't you?" sneered Harry.

"Shut up! This is for the Dark Lord! Crucio Harry sighed, and side stepped the attack and struck the Death Eater with a petrifying charm.

"You are so slow MacNair, I swear you threw that spell slower than a flesh-eating slug!" He heard satisfying grunting in anger at Harry and smirked. "Why are all Death Eaters so predictable? Oh well, I won't complain, time for you to go where you belong; the hellhole called Azkaban," said Harry.

He paused, almost forgetting something, "Oh, and I have a question, do you know where that deranged Bellatrix Lestrange is?" He got no answer. "My apologies," said Harry, mocking him as he put anti-apparation on MacNair and un-petrified him. "So, where is she?"

"Never," spat MacNair. Harry shrugged at him.

"Your loss, because I can easily get Vertiaserum and pour it down your throat," threatened Harry. "Then after that, you will be in Azkaban."

"Then what's the point in telling you if I don't get a reward?"

"Fine, I'll let you contact your family that you're caught, fair enough?"

"No, of course not, I will never betray my fellow followers."

"You're not making this easy at all for me, are you?" asked Harry tiredly. "And don't even answer, it was a rhetorical question," he said, when he hear MacNair ready to speak the answer. Harry took a can out of the dustbin and created a portkey back to the Ministry.

"Y-you, that's illegal!" said MacNair almost gleefully. "You do know that you're not as exalted as you are when it comes to laws, you know?" Harry scoffed at him.

"When have I ever abided by the laws?" he asked, and the only answer was a growl. "Sorry, intimidation or scaring me won't work on me, sorry to disappoint you," he said with sarcasm. "You sure have the impudence and nerve to talk to me and insult me. I do remember when you tried to execute Buckbeak. Oh and by the way, he is doing great," he said cheekily.

"What! I knew you had a hand in his escape!" growled MacNair. Harry forced MacNair to touch the portkey along with Harry.

"3... 2... 1..." said Harry and both felt a tug behind their naval and transported the pair to the Ministry. He met with the Minister, Dumbledore, Snape, Tonks, several familiar faces and Mr. Weasley. "Hi guys, here's one of the Death Eaters," said Harry, dropping MacNair face first to the floor with a sickening crunch. "Oh, ouch, sorry," said Harry as though he didn't mean what he said.

"Oh, one of them, jolly good," said Minister Fudge. "Wait, did you use an unregistered portkey?" asked Minister.

" I don't care as long as I get rest of the Death Eaters. Anyway, can we get some Vertiaserum since he won't tell me the information I need," said Harry coolly and innocently at the same time.

"Now, listen here!" said the Minster extravagantly. "You can't go around and—"

"I most certainly can, now can we administer the potion or not?"

"Potter, shut up, as I have told you for past seven years, you are not above the law!" said Snape, irritated with Harry.

"The only difference is that, I did care about trying not to be above the law, but now when I'm dealing with the Death Eaters, to be frank, I don't care. Now, if you won't help me, I'll be taking my leave, good bye," he said curtly and disapparated back to the alley where he caught MacNair. One Death Eater meant more would be in the vicinity. Harry walked around, keeping his eyes, ears and the feel of magical auras heightened.

For the next seven hours of searching, he had not a single trace of Death Eaters anywhere and nearly apparated back home when something caught his attention. Hoping for a lucky, fortunate turn of events, and hoped that someone unlucky would come across his path. He needed to release his pent up energy now. Sending furtive looks around the area, to make sure he hadn't missed a detail. Satisfied, he proceeded with large amount of cool emotions, he couldn't keep his feelings out of control now. As Harry was approached a small abandoned, impoverished, suspicious-looking building; he knew that Death Eaters usually have a liking for muggle places such as these ones, less attractive to the general population of humans.

Harry pressed his ears against the door to listen for any disturbance or a conversation going. He wasn't disappointed; he heard at least three voices. Grinning, he glanced at the threshold of the doorway and lowered himself so he could hear the voices better. He was mindful of his crinkling robes as he tried not to make a lot of swishing noises and finally got a good place to hear.

"Where has MacNair gone? He hasn't chickened out has he?" asked a male voice, sneering.

"I don't know, stop repeating the question already, perhaps something got in the way of his animals," said another voice, but feminine. Harry felt a lump jump up his throat excitedly. It had to be her! "Should we begin without him?"

"I don' see why not, it is his fault for not showing up," said a different voice.

"Fine, we'll start," said Bellatrix. "About our plans, as for all we know, Potter's powers could only be short-lived, otherwise the Dark Lord may have still live today."

"What if it isn't a temporary," asked the first voice.

"Then we're buggered," said Bellatrix coolly. "So shut up Goyle and listen!"

'Goyle? He actually lived all of that?' wondered Harry, shaking his head, almost sorry for the Death Eater. He had killed his father in the final battle, but his son seems to be just as active as his father was. He supposed that Goyle just wanted to be with his group instead of being on the Light side.

"Anyway, we have to do with whatever left of us into an organized defense and take on the London. It is our objective; we have to wipe out as much of the city as we can. Not to mention the wizarding parts of London; that will be last."

Harry rolled his eyes at their stupidity; they weren't going to be able do that! After all, Harry is sitting right where they are. He supposed it was sheer luck—and not to mention—stupidity on their part, that Harry found them. Harry quietly apparated back to the Ministry and found Snape, Minerva, Hermione, Ron, and few others of the Order, along with the Minister of Magic.

"Hey guys, I need your help," said Harry, pulling an old watch out. "Portus, come on, I found a temporary hideout for most of the Death Eaters."

"Mr. Potter! You-you-" stuttered Minister, pointing at the newly made portkey. Then he tried to raise objections, a way to protest against the Harry Potter from giving orders to other people but his cries were not heard.

"Oh you great prat, shut up," said Harry as most of his friend touched the old watch without a word. "I'll be back with at least four Death Eaters. 3... 2... 1..." and they all went back to where Harry had left. Harry whispered to them.

"Okay, are you ready? We're just going to run in and stun as much as we can, okay?" ordered Harry, and every nodded, having to deal with this sort of thing during the latest Voldemort reign. Harry used the Unlocking-charm on the door and immediately invaded the old building.

The Death Eaters had been companionably drinking, consumption of small food to their plans or so Harry guessed. Bellatrix had been the first to react and threw a stunning hex at Harry who dodged and threw the same spell back at her. His friends also threw the stunning hex at the others and everyone had been knocked out unconscious.

"Good," said Harry, smirking. "Caught them by surprise," said Harry. The others looked at each other warily, thinking that if they hadn't known any better. They would had thought that Harry is a counterpart of Voldemort. Harry looked at the others and frowned, using a bit of Legillimency.

"I'm not like that—sorry for an excuse wizard that kills Muggle borns and muggles—Voldemort you know," said Harry coolly, surprising everyone to their core. "Sorry, Legillimency is kind of a natural for me now, as you already know," muttered Harry as he tied them all up and created a new portkey for the Death Eaters, and another one for his friends to return with. "Okay, you take this portkey, I'll go back with the Death Eaters.

Once everyone returned to the Ministry, someone was shouting at him. "Potter! That is it, you are being too out of control for my own tastes!" yelled the Minister, not at all pleased with the law breaking Harry had been doing recently.

"Please, do you want Death Eaters to be walking around freely? In fact, this group was planning on wiping most of London out, they were going to get more Death Eaters to do that. Or would you rather have me return them back to where they were?" The Minster hesitated, trying to give him the answer. "Oh I don't believe this, you are actually hesitating. Tell me, are you a Death Eater as well?"

"Harry, don't you start on this conclusion you have created for yourself," said Hermione tiredly.

"No, I prefer to hear the answer from the Great Minister himself," said Harry, being on purpose—stubborn—persistent—about the whole thing. He heard her sigh out of annoyance and just tired of Harry being difficult.

"W-well, of course I'm not!" said the Minister, going purple in the face. Harry tutted, and raised his hand for Fudge's arm. "Wh-what!" He flinched visibly, hiding his left arm.

"Give me your left arm please," said Harry, making sure that the reporters can see the two of them.

"No thank you, there isn't a mark on there!"

"Oh really? How did you know that? Only the members of Order and the real Death Eaters knew that. Also the fact you saw one yourself in the end of my third task," said Harry, smirking. His friends looked at each other, finally dawning on what he meant. "So please, roll up your sleeves of your left arm. If you're really innocent, then you have no reason to hide your left arm. Unless, of course, it is some horrible scar that we don't ever want to see. Just like my scar," he said sarcastically.

The Minister was now looking positively like a wraith, trying to back away from Harry. Harry shook his head, preventing him to back up any further than he could.

"I can easily take the whole sleeve of your left arm off without a wand," said Harry, threatening him.

"Harry! You can't threaten the Minister!" exclaimed Hermione, worried.

"Ah-ha, yes, you can't threaten me," said the Minister, gaining his confidence back. "Now Potter, I will have y—Aurghhhh!" Harry had rolled his eyes at Hermione and waved his hand, cutting the seams of the minister's left sleeve off, exposing his arm for the whole world to see. Many people in the rooms gasped. There, clearly a visible Dark Mark etched into the Minister's inner forearm. "POTTER! AURORS! ARREST HIM!" screamed the Minister, trying to hide his Mark. No Aurors made a movement to take Harry. Everyone had stood there, unbelieving that their own Minister is a Death Eater.

"Now, does everyone believe me?" asked Harry, breaking the silence, aside from the Minister blubbering about innocence. Harry was about prepared in throwing the Minister to Azkaban himself. "I think I'll send the Minister on his way, now."

"No, not yet Harry," said Hermione, staring coolly at the so-called Minister. "I can't believe you, we trusted you!" she said harshly at the Minister.

"The whole Wizarding world did," said Harry softly, glaring at Cornelius Fudge. Everyone else stared wide-eyed at the Minister as Harry rose his arm to point his wand at the Minister. "Now everyone know what a big lie you are, if we can't trust you, who can? Dumbledore's gone, Remus' gone, and hell, you all thought Sirius Black, was a mass murderer!" Everyone gasped at this, shocked to hear such words. "Yes, Sirius, who was my Godfather, was innocent! Thanks to your mess, he got killed before he was free, cleared even. You never gave him a trial, Fudge, he never had a goddamn trial!" yelled Harry.

He could hear the quills writing fast on parchments from the reporters, trying to get the story. He smiled; at least everyone would finally know the truth that Sirius is innocent. He cast a binding charm on the Minister, who fell to the ground from the ropes on his wrists and feet. "I wish I could finish you off right there Fudge, but torture is much better. Why die if you won't feel anything, when you can be tortured for the rest of your life?" asked Harry harshly. "So, how can we trust anyone else if you have betrayed our trust?"

"You, Mr. Potter!" cried someone in the crowd. Harry felt a rush of embarrassment as more and more people agreed that they can trust him now. Harry shook his head hastily.

"No, please don't do that," said Harry quietly. "I don't think I deserve everyone's trust."

"Are you crazy, Harry?" asked Hermione. "Of course you deserve our trust! What have you done that will make us not to trust you?"

"The ... the fact that no one knows what happened in the Final Battle with Voldemort (everyone save people of the Order cringed), is that a reason enough?"

"No, of course not Mr. Potter," said one reporter near him. "I… well, we think thatthat people need some privacy," Harry snorted.

"Privacy indeed! Why, since I was in fourth year, none of you backed off my privacy! Oh, this is so bloody hilariously rich," said Harry, barking out a laugh.

"Mr. Potter, since Fudge is most likely not staying in the office any more, (Fudge whimpered) w-we're willing to change our ways!" said another reporter, hoping to gain Harry's trust.

"So bloody hilarious," repeated Harry, "don't you all know that? I've never trusted anything that dealt with the press since my Fourth year. Except for that one time in fifth year, but that was under unique circumstances," said Harry offhandedly. "Now, however, I may start trusting you if you start respecting people's, especially my, privacy. Oh, and no lies or twists. Those are the worse things a reporter can write. Now, I am feeling rather exhausted, and Aurors can interrogate the remaining Death Eaters if there are any others still about," said Harry and with that, he disapparated away.