A?N: EDIT:

Sorry for any misunderstanding . This story is not dead I have been having quite a lot of problems with my PC at the moment and apart from that im trying to renovate the story. Don't give up hope beacuse i havnt updated in a while.

This is nota new chapter by the way just 27 edited

Harry glared down at the figure laying at his feet… he remembered that voice and suddenly he began to question his motives for employing those How could he trust them? These followers… pawns had fought against him for the past 5-6 years, however they were just that, pawns. And a dark lord like he would need expendable infantry.

While he was pondering this his gaze swept the hall, trying to get a visual estimate of the number of deatheaters present. Emotionless white masks stared back at him but he could smell the fear in the air. He could guess that, from the looks of it, these men and women thought they were going to die. Pathetic really, fear of death. Everyone dies someday and today was not an exception. He estimated their were at least 80 deatheaters present as well as the small group to the sides of the hall wearing glimmering silver masks which he assumed were the members of the inner circle he had seen in his fourth year. Casting his eyes down to Bellatrix he noted the silver mask at her feet. Yes he was correct.

The crowd still watched with bated breath. The icy glare had finally been directed away from then and a few of the younger ones had let out the breaths they had been holding. His gaze met with hers.

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Hermione stared groggily up at the dank and dusty stone ceiling…

'Wait a second… Ceiling?'

She bolted up, her eyes wide with fear as she gazed around what seemed to be a prison cell. The only light came from a small barred window shich, when she looked out, she could see only a vast, seemingly never-ending sea of green.

From what she could see, there was no visible doorway to the cell. She attempted to probe with her magic but was startled when nothing happened. Cursing softly she sank down upon the old dirty mattress where she had been sleeping. The only other object in the room was a small screened off toilet.

She tried to remember how she had got here but her mind only managed to turn up blanks.

Whatever it was couldn't have been good

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Darkness swirled all around Harry. Inside the vortex he could see glimpses of memories long buried, and as he watched, even more were sucked into the swirling blackness. He looked up and saw an image of the deatheater meeting hall and his own eyes staring down at him. A continuous strand of memory flew from the image and entered the vortex. Suddenly another memory was spewed out of the vortex and the image above him changed. Bare stone and emerald eyes was replaced by a giant set of shelves. Each containing spherical labelled blue globes. The name Harry Potter stood out from the rest.

'The department of mysteries'

He watched as Lucius handed out a set of invisibility cloaks to each deatheater and then the group of deatheaters separated and spread out. He was surprised he could see through the cloaks with such ease, but he assumed that it was because it was her memory and not his own eyes. A good mind could not be fooled by such childish tricks and trinkets.

He watched his past self approach the shelves and at the sight of Neville Longbottom the memory dissipated into nothing and he found his spiritual body was being sucked into the memory. A memory which he had quickly seen the outcome of during Christmas last year. A memory of a dimly smiling woman handing a chewing gum wrapper to her son, while a man stared on, his blank gaze never actually focussing on the remainder of his family; A parent-less son and A wife who was now lost to the world. Together they formed a family. The parents forming a separate couple; A couple who Harry was about to watch as they were forcibly put through the worst ordeal of their young lives by one they thought they could trust.

Flashback

The house before him was of a large orante tudur style design. Black beams crossed over white stone with windows spaced equal distances apart. The building was surrounded by one of the most beautiful gardens he had ever seen.

It disgusted him.

He turned around at the sound of voices and looked over at the approaching group of people. White masks glimmered in the moonlight as the four deatheaters stealthily advanced towards the manor. At a whispered command, the deatheaters drew their wands and spread out around the house.

A loud crash startled him and he whirled around to see a deatheater scrabling to his feet and away from the crumbling statue that he had been hidin gbehind.

The deatheater had obviously triggered a hidden alarm as suddenly the large ornate doorway that lead to the interior of the house was swallowed up as the stone walls expanded to cover any possible entry point. One of the Deatheaters scrteamed asa previously still statue seemed to come to life and swung a hard stone fist that barely missed the deatheaters head.

The deatheaters attempted to regroup but it seemed that the longbottoms had installed a rather complex defence mechanism to rival Hogwarts own. Animated figures stood from their decade old sleep as they turned and faced the intruders. The deatheaters screamed curses at their foes, and chunks of stone were sent flying as the deatgheaters curses met their targets. However the stone golems were not hindered by the destruction of themselves and their comrades and the net began to close in on the surrounded deatheaters. One of the deatheaters panicked and tired to apperate away but as soon as the last word of the short incantation was out of his mouth he screamed in pain as his body was brutally split in half, the other half flying threw the air and landing with a sickening splat in the midst of one of the giant Longbottom flowerbeds.

It seemed Frank and Alice Longbottom did not believe in the typical "stun them and capture them but let them escape" that most of the order members and Aurors favoured.

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A/n: Yes I know I promised 10,000 bu tto be honest I am more worried about uploading before I get lynched. I am going to now revamp the story... Looking back there just to many plot holes for the story to be easily read and I have notyiced a steady decline of readers as i get further into the story. i also have writers block so that sucks. i will start uploading the new chapters as soon as i have finsihed the revamp.