"Are you ready?" Hermione asked, placing her hand on her friend's shoulder. Looking up, the boy nodded slowly.

"I guess. I don't think there isn't anything else I could do about it anymore." His voice wavered slightly as he looked up at the arena that had been build for the second task. It was made from white stone and row over row of white pillars. It looked a little bit like the pictures of the colosseum Harry had seen in schoolbooks back in elementary school. It was enormous and Harry was quite sure that it hadn't been there last evening.

He turned back and Hermione nodded at him with a smile. "Yes, I think we have you covered quite well. And remember if it is a Gryphyian Lion, you will-"

"Summon Water, yes I remember."

"And if there is a Sphinx in the arena you-" A hand patted on Hermione's shoulder from behind.

"I think Harry is ready, you two worked hard the last few weeks, Hermione. Now isn't the time." Neville was calm and collected as he pulled her back a little. Hermione blushed a little as her mouth closed with a clicking sound. Neville smirked and then stretched out his hand to Harry.

"Good Luck." Was all he said as they shook hands. Harry smiled as he thought how much Neville had changed this past year. While he still was getting nervous sometimes and wasn't the most outgoing person, it was a long way from the stammering fearful boy who had asked if Harry and Ron had seen his toad years ago.

"Thank you." He replied when someone slung an arm around his neck and pulled him down into a headlock. A hand ruffled through his hair.

"Stay safe out there or I whoop your ass, you hear me?" Susan said in a jovial tone. Harry twisted and pulled his head out of her arm, his hair looking more ridiculous than before. He reached up, patting on it in an attempt to get it orderly.

"Thanks, Susan, now my hair looks like a mess." He glared at Susan, who wore a dark blue leather jacket and ripped jeans. Quite in fact she looked nothing like a witch, never mind heiress of a noble family.

The bluenette laughed full heartily, winking at him afterwards. "Like it would have changed anything."

Harry glared at her for a moment longer before smiling. He nodded once at her. "I will take care."

And then he turned to the last two people standing a little bit in the back. Astoria Greengrass looked up at him with a slightly pale face. "Good luck Lord Peverell." She said, blinking rapidly. Harry smiled nodding at her. "Thank you very much. And it's Harry, remember?"

Astoria blushed slightly, before nodding eagerly. Harry turned his eyes to the person next to her. Daphne wore a long coat with fur on the collar and on her shoulder right now, Dawn was preening her feathers. She looked like a painting of one of the sorceress queens of old, tall, thin and cold. Her chin was tilted upwards ever so slightly, as she blinked slowly at him.

"Feeling ready Lord Peverell?" She asked in a low voice, stepping up to him. Harry nodded with a thin smile, even though nervousness twisted his stomach.

"Yes, I guess. Mostly nervous, but I think I am mostly prepared." His answer made the tall Greengrass Heiress nod slowly.

"Very well." The girl looked like she wanted to say something else like she was fighting with herself before she nodded again. "I will take care of Dawn. Come back safely, she would be distressed if something happened to you." Her voice was shivering ever so slightly and Harry was pretty sure she had wanted to say something else. But he nodded, with a smile.

"Thank you. I will try my best." They looked each other in the eye while everybody around was watching or seemed to have something else in mind. But whatever they might say to each other was cut short when they saw Professor Flitwick move in their direction. "Lord Peverell, it is time."

Harry gave an affirming nod to his teacher, before looking at his friends. "Well,...I'm off you guys."

With a wave, the raven-haired boy jogged over to Flitwick. Daphne reached up to keep the shifting phoenix on her shoulder, who was batting her wings and obviously wasn't happy seeing her bonded partner to leave. In a hushed tone, the blond girl started calming the creature, with limited success.

Susan leaned over to Hermione, whispering. "Is it just me or are those two?" Her finger pointed at the shrinking silhouette of Harry and back at the girl that was doing her best to keep Dawn calm.

Hermione raised her head a little. "You mean Harry and Daphne? Yes, totally."

The two friends grinned at each other for a second before Susan called out. "All right guys, let's find seats and see Harry rock this party. Let's go!"

Flitwick opened the door, letting Harry into the room. He already felt the tugging on the bond as Dawn was away from him longer than ever before just now. Harry was happy he would be the first to step into the arena, Professor McGonagall had made sure of that.

Unlike before the champions were in different rooms this time around. They had been told that their objective would be clear once they hit the arena. So each of them was given a private room, ready to head out. It was a small one, only a couch, a table and two chairs standing inside. But more importantly.

"Harry!" Sirius exclaimed as he rose from his chair and walking over. With a smile the raven-haired boy let himself picked up into a hug by his godfather, smirking into his shoulder.

"Hey, Pads." He said with a small smile.

"How are you feeling, ready?" The man said, placing his hand on his godson's shoulder.

Sighing, Harry nodded. "Yeah, but I think you are like the hundredth person asking me."

Sirius hummed in agreement. "It's annoying isn't it?" He said with a little humour in his voice. Harry looked up seeing te mischievous glister in the man's grey eyes and laughed slapping his shoulder.

After a moment of laughing, Harry nodded. "No, I'm fine. I just want to get over with it, but this waiting kills me. Know anything to distract me right now?"

The tall black-haired man looked out for a moment thinking before he grinned and put his hand into his pocket, pulling forth a small box which revealed a ring when he plopped it open. "Look at this." Lord Black said with a wide grin. Harry's eyes went wide as he looked at the metal object.

"Are you sure?" He asked, utterly surprised. He had never imagined Sirius being a guy for marriage. But the grin on his face showed that in fact, Sirius was serious.

"Yeah, I thought long about what you said a few weeks back, about me and Amelia. So I thought yeah, I should my head out of my own ass and just do it."

Still looking at the ring, Harry smirked. "Don't let her or Narcissa hear you say that."

Snorting, Sirius snapped the box shut. "I won't, I'm not suicidal."

Harry laughed, shaking his head. "Could have fooled me. With all the pranks you pull on Narcissa, one would think you have a deathwish."

Sirius joined his laughing, nodding. "Well, I live to impress. Also, she is so gloomy, it gets her to think about other things."

Humming, the black-haired boy nodded. "I know. I wish I could do something. Are you sure there is nothing we can do?"

The tall man sighed, shaking his head. "I'm afraid not. This is all a stalemate between us and Lucius and who knows what we risk if we try to get that moving you know?"

For a while they were quiet, just thinking until the godson spoke up again. "When will you ask her?"

Blinking, Sirius raised his head. "Cissy?"

Again the boy slapped his godfather on the shoulder. "Amelia of course."

The black-haired man lightened up as he shrugged his shoulder. "I have no idea. I carry this thing around with me and when the time is right, the time is right. That's the way your grandfather did it, at least that is what he told us. I don't want to make plans as it is always the idea that is greater than the endproduct in the end so I will just do what I always do go with the flow you know? I think I-"

Sirius was cut short as there was a knock on the door and Flitwicks voice echoed through the wood. "Lord Peverell, it's time."

Suddenly Harry was back in the state of mind he had been before, nervous. Swallowing hard he looked up at his godfather.

"This is it, Prongslet. Good Luck." The man said, pulling him into a hug again. Harry held on to his godfather for a moment, before stepping back, nodding once, feeling more confidant than before as he looked in the reassuring eyes of his godfather.

"Well, I'm off then. See you on the other side, Pads."

The pale late winter sun hid behind some clouds as Harry slowly walked out of the tunnel that led to the arena. He blinked while his eyes adjusted after the dark tunnel. All around there were people watching, calling, whistling and more. But no sound was heard in the arena. It was dead-quiet, only the wind was heard by the boy-who-lived. He looked into the ranks again. Most people were divided by houses but the boy saw a group made up of different colours, signalling his friends. A very obvious give away were black wings that batted while it seemed like Daphne was struggling to keep Dawn close to her. Harry felt the longing through the bond, the wish to be close and his own heart hurt from the distance. Harry knew he had to make this quick since he felt horrible at the moment.

At the end of the arena was a podium, on which the judges sat. Each of them had a throne-like a chair from which they watched the show. over their heads was a flat surface, like a cinema screen on which Harry saw himself, standing there. Not sure what to do, he raised his hand, waving for a moment. Even when he did it he flushed, as he felt utterly ridiculous. But the crowd reacted, with louder noise, as Professor McGonagall nodded once in his direction, signalling he was to begin.

Turning his eyes back to the arena, Harry looked around. It was like a little Forrest, with a stream and some rocks. Carefully, his wand in hand, the boy moved closer, looking out what his challenge would be. Then he saw something between the leaves. A golden fur blinked for a moment, before disappearing.

That could mean the Nemean Lion or the golden Hind. Moving slowly, Harry followed into the shadow of the trees. While he was still aware of the sound the audience made, Harry wasn't really hearing it. His ears tried to catch any sound from in front of him. The leaves rustled against each other while the wind blew through them. Crouching and moving closer he pulled back a branch and there it was. Standing in the middle of a clearing was a doe. Its fur was golden and smooth and small antlers adorned its head. Harry's shoulders sagged a little in relief. This wasn't dangerous. The animal he looked at was one that was called a Dvalinn, a magical creature living in the Scandinavian lands and which were quite shy. The main problem was their ability to move through and crack and nook, coming out on the other side, which made catching them really really hard. Harry stretched his neck a little looking at the creature more carefully.

It was obvious that he was supposed to catch the doe, but how and what the? Looking around he saw a platform on the opposite side of the arena, with a ramp leading up. In the back of the platform was a large sandstone statue of a strange man. It wore ancient-looking clothes and held a large scale in its hand, which looked like it could be accessed from the platform. One one of the scales was a single white feather. But the strangest thing of this statue was that it had the head of a jackal.

Then it clicked in his head as he remembered a half-forgotten conversation over a year ago with Ron. His ginger-haired friend had told him about his families trip to Egypt and while doing so had spoken about some of the things his brother had told him. Like a god of death that was worshipped there a long time ago, which weighted lives of the dead against a feather and only those who were pure would be granted access.

Harry frowned. He thought for a moment, before nodding to himself. Doe's were a symbol of peace and innocents. So if he got the hind on the scale, that should open the gate. The only question was-

"Ahhhh" Harry involuntary exclaimed as he felt a sharp stinging feeling in his ankle. Looking down, he saw what looked like a silver snake, biting down on it. Pulling his leg back and kicking out his foot, he made the snake fly away a few feet. As soon as the snake landed on the floor, it turned it's head and started moving in his direction again. With a slash, Harry cut the snake in half with a severing charm. With relief he saw that it turned into a silver liquid, gliding away from him.

Still, Harry felt bad, even though it was obviously not a real snake. The image of Gryph's severed head flashed through his mind. Shaking his head, the boy pulled down the brach looking again, only to freeze as he locked eyes with the golden doe. The doe flicked one of its ears before turning and quickly disappearing in between the leaves. Getting to his feet, Harry followed at a slow pace, cursing himself silently. That would have been probably the best shot he would get. The boy moved through the brushes, his eyes looking out for the golden doe, when, like a six sense, he stopped jumping back.

Two silver snakes soared through the air where he had just stood, turning towards him. The two were a little bit bigger than the first one Harry had encountered but other than that those looked the same. Harry frowned and quickly dispatched the two with cutting charms. Like before the bodies dissolved to puddles of silver liquid that trickled away. Frowning, Harry wondered. How many of these snakes were there in this arena? Well, they weren't really that difficult to dispatch, so what was the reason for those? Shaking his head, he lowered his gaze and saw imprints of a hove on the ground. Wonderful that would be the doe. Tilting his head, he asked himself what direction these prints led. He wasn't trained in any form of tracking, but he guessed that it led to his left, turning in that direction.

While he walked, Harry thought about the task. After the whole fighting a dragon, he had thought it would be a little more dangerous. Some monster or work against time. Sure the snakes could hurt a little, his ankle was attested to that, but really dangerous? Also, the hind wasn't dangerous at all, Dvalinn were everything but aggressive. So at most, it would be tedious to catch it.

And while he thought, he came onto a new clearing and was greeted by now 4 snakes, bigger than the ones before.

"Hello?" Harry tried out. Maybe those snakes weren't real, but they were snakes, so he might be able to talk to them. His parselmouth ability had helped him out before. Maybe it could ease his problem here too.

The snakes all opened their mouths while slithering closer but out came only a sound that was reminiscent of boiling water. Damn, but he had to try, the boy thought as he cut those down with the severing charm. He didn't even look at the pools of silver, as he quickly followed the sound of cracking twigs. He tracked down a path through the small forest, already wondering. Apparently the arena was bigger than it seemed like it was. Harry stopped in his tracks when his ears caught a faint sound. It sounded like running water.

Crouching he hid behind a brush and peeked from under it. In front of him was a little pond near a few big boulders. From some crack in the boulders, water was drizzling into the small lake. At the edge of the lake was the golden doe. It had to bend its neck down and was drinking, a picture of calm and tranquillity. Even the sun cast down a warm light and Harry lowered his wand a little. He didn't want to disturb this picture of peace. It looked so calm, it didn't feel right. But then, the doe raised it's head and looked back, right at him.

"Incarcerous!" The boy shot out and ropes flew from the tip of his wand towards the doe. The creature dodged to the right and sprinted towards the edge of the trees. Cursing himself, Harry adjusted his aim and shot a second rope. This one hit the target and slung itself around doe, which fell to the ground. Harry flinched slightly but scrambled out from under the brush. Quickly he moved to the bound animal, kneeling down and checking, as he learned from Hagrid if it was all right. The doe looked at him with its big eyes, blinking slowly.

"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry to do this bu-"

He was cut off when the doe reared up with its head and licked him once across the face. Harry sputtered scrambling back and watched with amazement as the creature melted through his ropes. Then it sprung up, flicked it's ear at him for a moment, before hopping to the edge of the trees. There it stood, looking back at the baffled boy, waiting almost.

"Oh, you got to be kidding me." He grumbled out when he realised the doe was playing around. The soon he got to his feet, he saw it disappearing in the brushes again. Taking a deep breath, Harry was about to follow when the sound of boiling water in his back made him jump to the side. Again one of the silver snakes missed him by a close call. This one was even bigger, almost the side of Harry's leg. He flicked his wand and a new pool of silver was on the ground. Turning his head, he saw three more coming in his direction. He was about to cast the spell he had used before when a terrible realisation hit him.

"The Hydra." He breathed out, remembering Herakles second task. Cut one head off and two new ones would grow in their stead. Again cursing himself, Harry glared at the closer creeping snakes. He had been so focused on the doe that he forgot that there might be second labour at stake here.

Retreating, he raised his wand, pointing at the three snakes, when he saw two new ones come from behind the three, now one and a half sizes own leg. The green eyes teen tried his hardest to think. How was it Herakles defeated the Hydra? He did something, but what?

His thoughts were cut short when two of the silver snakes reared up and struck at him. Jumping back he had no alternative to banishing the two, hoping that wouldn't split them. Sadly that wasn't the case as both were instantly reduced to silver puddles as the spell hit. Harry groaned and pointed his wand at the others. So attack in any shape or form wasn't okay. Twisting his wand around, he transfigured a cage around the three new snakes.

For a moment he felt triumphant as the ball of sliver scales and fangs filled the room, only to see in horror as each of the snakes split in multiple smaller reptiles and dropped out of the cage. As soon as those were free, they began to grow, turning to him again.

Seeing no solution, Harry started running away. This wasn't a fight to win and he was pretty sure this wasn't even his challenge. He dodged one snake that came from the front and ran as fast as he could in the direction the doe had left. Some branch scratched across his face and he almost lost his glasses on the run, while his eyes darted around. Where was the damn hind? He tried following the tracks but doing so while running and being on the lookout for silver and gold was pretty damn hard. For a few seconds, our champion thought about climbing a tree but he had seen a snake slithering up one only moments later. In fact, he had to cast a shield charm to stop it from getting to him, but again the reptile dissolved in silver liquid the moment it hit Harry's magic. Was it his magic? Might be. But that idea was tossed out when only a minute later, Harry tried to smack it with a stick he had found and that got him the same result.

"No more snake hitting." He mumbled to himself as he tore around a tree. Just dodge them and you will be fine, the teen thought to himself. And that he did. Good thing he had to spend the last three years dodging flying metal balls regularly, as it turned out those snakes weren't harder to predict than a Quidditch Bludger.

In front of him after about another minute of running, he finally saw golden fur again, picking up speed. the doe threw it's head around looking at him before hopping away. Again it waited for him a few feet away and that started a chase all around the arena, the hind hopping closely outside of reach. Once he even got his hand on the does back but it just slipped away like it was made from grease.

Howling in annoyance, Harry dodged another snake and glared at the hopping doe. "You want to play? You really want to don't you?"

The doe didn't answer just circling around him, flicking its ears now and then. Harry thought. He couldn't catch up to the doe and even if he did the thing slipped out of his grasp, couldn't be bound and was utterly irritating, while just wanting to play, when suddenly a brilliant idea came to his mind. The dodged yet another silver snake and turned to the doe again.

"You want to play right? How about I give you someone to play with. Expecto Patronum!" From his wand the silvery-white form of Prongs burst forth, glowing in a soft way. The Dvalinn stopped in its tracks, blinking at this new bigger dear in front of her. She twitched her ear and Prongs lowered his head, flicking his too. Harry smirked and pointed to the side. With exciting hops, the Patronus made it's way to the right and YES, the doe followed, following the stag in an exciting way.

Harry took a deep breath and followed the pearl white and the gold silhouette through the woods, ignoring all snakes he saw. One fell from the tree and bit him in the shoulder but the boy ignored it and kept running. It took only forty five seconds to get out of the trees and to the ramp. Suddenly Harry was very happy with the silencing charms, since judging by the view, the audience was making a lot of noise at the moment. Prongs were already ascending and the doe was following, eager to reach her new playing partner.

Harry made his best to follow both up the ramp and when he reached the top, the doe was already on the scale, sniffing and nudging Prongs with her head, only more curious as it glided through the pale white Stag. Harry stemmed his hands on his knees, trying to catch a breath. The scale with the two deer started lowering very slowly down, while the one with the feather went up. Swallowing Harry stood up again and was about to look around when the sound of boiling water came up behind him again. Jumping to the side, the snake collided half with him and the boy almost fell from the platform. He reached down and shoved the snake of the platform in a surprisingly elegant and hasty move. Looking down the ramp, Harry's breath got away from him. There were dozen of snakes sliding upwards. A quick look back showed him, that the scales hadn't levelled yet. Cursing his luck the boy raised his wand and started throwing spells. Snake after snake went down, dissolving and retreating. But this would only make it worse, Harry knew. Each Snake he killed, two would come and he could just hope that the scale was moving fast enough.

Snake after snake went down and Harry turned from severing charms to banishing and from banishing to stinging. Even the tiniest bit of damage seemed to destroy the snakes so why not use the easiest attack spell he knew?

He fought what felt like ages, but more likely was two minutes, before he heard a loud gong. Turning his head he saw that the scales had levelled and the door down started opening. Sighing in relief, he jogged to the edge of the platform. Quite a drop, but he would manage. Hopefully. And even so, he could get to Madam Pomfrey afterwards. Harry was about to jump off the platform when something caught his eyes. The doe was still sitting on the scale, looking at Prongs.

Harry cursed, throwing a look at the advancing silver snakes. He couldn't leave the doe alone here. Sure it had been annoying but it wasn't at fault for any of this. It was just an innocent creature. He needed to get it off that platform and out of here. But the snakes were almost like a carpet now, covering the entire ramp and getting closer and closer. Casting more stinging hexes, he retreated to the scales. Damn, he would have to forfeit after all, even when he was so close to getting the job done. He wished he had Dawn here, she could get the three of them out there with her flaming.

"Flames!" Harry called out, slapping his face in surprise. That was it! That was how Herakles destroyed the snakes. Turning his wand around, Harry started casting the fire spell incendio at the closest snake and watched the flames fly almost in slow motion through the air. He held his breath and then whooped out a bellow of victory as the snake caught fire and instead of dissolving in liquid, it burned and turned to golden smoke. A grin on his face, Harry felt new vigour come to his tired bones as he shot flame after flame into the swirling mass of snakes. More and more clouds of golden smoke appeared from the flood of coiling reptiles and for a while, Harry had high hopes.

But rather quickly he realised that he would be exhausted, way before the snakes would all be gone. But if he would stop destroying them, they would be upon him. At this moment, when the realisation hit him that it wouldn't work, Harry made a split decision. He wouldn't be able to outlast them, so he had to run. Again.

He stopped throwing flames into the mass of snakes and instead turned around, casting the first spell he ever learned in Hogwarts.

"Wingadium Liviosa!" He spoke out and the doe started rising from the platform. The animal came to live twisting its head around and started kicking its feet. In a panic, it twisted and turned trying to get out of this invisible hold. Please, Please, don't slip out of this, the boy thought, I don't want to drop you. With concentration, Harry started levitating the golden deer down the platform as fast as he could. The doe wobbled a little when Harry was bitten the first time in his ankle, then a second time in the upper thigh. Like swatting at mosquitos, Harry dissolved a few more into puddles of silver with his bare hands, while slowly but steady guiding the floating doe to the gate. He let out a breath and quickly jump after it as soon as the deer's hooves hit the ground. The boy landed with a grunt, feeling something in his ankle twist and sharp pain rush through him. Still, he pushed himself off the ground. The doe, panicked by the sensation of flying through the air was already through the gate and Harry heard only hoves on the stone floor. Hissing with pain, bruised and battered, the black-haired boy limped out of the arena.

Heinz Gruber brushed through his neatly trimmed white beard, deep in thought. The representative would be here at any moment now. Standing up, the man walked over to the tall mirror in the edge of his office. The entire room was decorated quite nice. Dark wood on the floor as well as the lower portion of the white painted wall. A large oak desk dominated the scene with his deep red leather armchair behind it. A hearth was to the side, with a warm fire inside. On the wall, there was a painted picture of a pale blond man, standing tall. His eyes had different colours and he wore dark clothes. Next to it hung two banners, both showing a symbol. A circle, a line and a triangle.

Gruber stepped up to the mirror, looking himself up and down. He was an elderly gentleman, or at least he saw himself that way. Somewhere around his eighties, even though that was no age for a wizard. He wore a black and silver uniform, with a white band on his upper right arm, showing the same symbol as the banners. Despite his age, Gruber was tall and broad-shouldered person. His physique was impressive, supported by a well-modulated face and neatly trimmed beard. He turned his head a little to the side, watching as the light hit his face in the right angle. Nice nice.

A knock on the door made him turn. In stepped his adjutant, a young man called Lukas Kurz, now stood at attention, like he was at a military parade.

"Herr Oberst!" The young man called out.

"Rühren Leutnant."* The old man spoke in a pleasant tone.

The young adjutant relaxed his shoulders a little, nodding. "Der Gesandte ist angekommen."

"Senden sie ihn rein." The General answered, walking behind his desk again.

Kurz left and a moment later a person stepped through the door. Gruber raised an eyebrow. This wasn't what he expected. This was a tall, well-curved woman, with raven black hair, cheekbones that would cut your skin and full deep red lips. But it was her eyes, even though her body was to die for, that caught him. Deep lilac and sparkling. She sheed the dark travel coat and revealed leather duelling robes, fitting her hourglass figure like a glove.

"Oberst Gruber, thank you for receiving me." The woman spoke, her voice like honey in his ears. The man nodded with a smile, bowing to her.

"The honour is mine, Miss..." He trailed off.

"Lestrange, Bellatrix Lestrange. I hope that will not be a problem." She said her own smile showing perfect teeth.

Gruber laughed, shaking his head. "Of course not. I have admired your work for quite some time now Miss Lestrange."

Bell-like laughter filled the room as the woman stepped closer. "Thank you. I only live to serve my master, but someone who admires art is always welcome. I myself can't keep myself, that I always wanted to meet Grindelwald's Deathwolf. Your work in Poland is legend."

The elderly Oberst stuck out his chest, nodding proudly. "Thank you very much. These days the recognition for what we did for the magical world in the fight against the Untermenschen is rare. A shame, we worked so hard and now all we have is hiding and the underground."

The gorgeous woman sat down and looked around. "You don't seem to miss as much. Some quite promising people you have gathered around." She turned her head, looking at Kurz, who came in with refreshments.
Gruber smiled, nodding. "Again, thank you very much. We kept in the shadows, trying to rebuild what was lost after our leader lost against Dumbledore." He spat the name. "But it is hard. The government ignores the problems in the world and rather coseys up with the Muggles. They think we can live in harmony with such vermin." His face was turned into a scowl at that.

Humming in agreement, Bellatrix took a sip from her drink, while leaning in a way that would allow the Oberst to get a good look at her leather framed cleavage. The Oberst noticed and smiled more.

"But now, listen to me ramble about these things. You came here for a reason. Maybe we should get to it."

Coyly Bellatrix smiled back at him. "Of course. I am here on Order from my Master, the Dark Lord."

Nodding, Gruber looked her in the eyes. "What can the What can the 39th Division of the SS, Grindelwald's finest, do for Lord Voldemort?"

Bellatrix smile turned quite predatory. "How would you like getting revenge on Albus Dumbledore?"

*"Relax Leutant."

"The emissary has arrived."

"Send him in."

That's it. I'm sorry it took so long, the muse just wouldn't kick in for me.

I enjoyed writing this chapter once I got in and I hope I could make the task seem intense but different since I wanted to do something completely new.

I try also something new and won't write as much in the AN. Someone said I wrote a lot of unnecessary stuff in here. What do you say? Do you agree? Or not? Tell me.

Just one thing. Harry solved the first two task with skills he learned in book two and three (Patronus and Parseltongue). Now I think about what is the skill he learned in Book one, to go full circle and doing right what basically fell into my lap. Cloak and broom? I don't really know. Tell me if you have an idea, or an idea for a task or anything. I am always open to those. I love reader participation.

And yes, in case it isn't all too clear, Gruber is a Nazi. I know it might be a bit on the nose allying Voldemort with Nazis but it fits, with the German narrative in the story, the timeframe and all.

Well, since I wanted it to keep short, in the next chapter we see how Harry scored and maybe a glimps at Dumbledore again.