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"Harry Potter's Anger, Pain, And Revenge"

Chapter 7 "The New Dark Lord"

"Wormtail, you will take Nott and Avery and look for Potter's muggle house on Privet Drive and once you find it, you will report to me on Potter's activities," said the high pitched voice of Voldemort.

"What about me? I would like to assist milord."

"Silence! Was it not you Bellatrix, that said Potter is searching for you and Pettigrew? Was it not you who said the deatheaters in Askaban would not with you when you attempted to rescue them because they fear Potter more than me? I can afford to lose Pettigrew, he is of no consequence."

"Milord? Didn't I help get your body back? I though I was important," squeaked Wormtail.

"Yes, and if I give you to Potter, he and I may be able to reach a bargain. Besides, he may not even catch you, no one seems to remember where his bloody muggle house is. So you must go there and then report what you find to me. I have lost too many followers in the past weeks. Tomorrow is Potter's birthday, there may be a distraction of a party to allow you success in this. Now get out."

The three quickly left as Harry sat back in his chair. His laughter echoed around his magickally added study at Number 4, Privet Drive.

Remembering a line from 'Return of the Jedi, Harry bellowed out, "Potter NO Bargain!" and continued his laughter into the night.

"We have to do something," Dumbledore said as he looked around at the Order of the Phoenix. "These Marauder attacks on deatheaters are causing hysteria."

"On the contrary, Albus," said McGonagall, "The people seem to be glad something is finally being done. Even the Ministry seems to be hopeful now. Voldemort's forces have stopped growing so fast, people won't join him. They cheer Mr. Potter's efforts."

"Yes, well, we aren't even sure that the new mark belongs to Harry," Dumbledore said. "All we have are rumors, nothing more. Unless you two know something you're not revealing." Dumbledore raised an eyebrow as he looked at McGonagall and Hagrid.

"Sorry, Headmaster, we don know anythin," Hagrid said with a large smile and McGonagall nodded with a sly twinkle in her eyes.

"Harry must have found out how to do the fidelus charm on his Aunt's house.. No one seems to remember more than that it's somewhere on Privet Drive. We need to find out where. Harry is putting himself in grave danger, and he's taking his friends with him."

"Oh stop Dumbledore," an outraged Remis yelled, "he appears to be quite safe now, and he's doing more than you ever did. He's been in more danger under your care than he is now that he's taking things into his own hands. I'm sorry, but I'm done with the Order," Lupin said before storming out.

"I must say I agree with that assessment Albus. I'm afraid the Order serves no purpose but to stop Harry from fulfilling the Prophecy." Then turning to Hagrid, "Shall we take a page from Remus' book?"

"Absolutely Professor," Hagrid replied and they both left as well.

"Harry Potter has requested an emergency meeting of the wizangamot for tomorrow morning at 9 am," Fudge said to all the heads of ministry departments, including a very intrigued Albus Dumbledore.

"Did he say what it was concerning?" Dumbledore asked.

"No, I'm afraid not, Albus, but I imagine he plans on taking responsibility for the all of those deatheater captures. How do you think we should handle this?"

"Well, it seems We have all misjudged Harry far to much in the past. He will have this planned out I'm sure. We won't be able to reprimand him for those at all, He is sure to have informed the newspapers at least. Being that today is his sixteenth birthday, many of the people may even want to allow him to be classified as an adult a year early. I'm afraid the best we can do is hope he won't take any acts against us for his mistreatment over the years."

"Mistreatment? We usually turn our heads the other way when he does something wrong."

"Yes, indeed, but if you'll remember, we forced him into those situations. Me for trying to coddle him and hold back information about his past, and you for denying the return of Voldemort, and most of all, both of us for not being sure the Dursley's were treating him right. I'm afraid we may have created a monster that is smarter, and more powerful than Voldemort ever thought to be."

"You really don't think..."

Dumbledore cut him off. "I don't know, Minister, I really don't."

This statement worried the minister to no end. If Dumbledore didn't know, then who did?

"Well here is Privet Drive," Wormtail said as he, Nott, and Avery skulked around the bushes trying to find the house where Harry James Potter lived.

"Let's stay here, we can view pretty much the whole street and stay hidden," Nott said and the other two agreed.

They crouched low observing the street. There was no movement anywhere. Surely there would be a birthday party for the young Potter. They waited all day from their hiding spot, but saw nothing.

"Our Lord isn't gonna like this," said Wormtail in fear.

It was nearly 8 o'clock in the evening when their wait was finally over. Three pops from around them signaled the arrival of Harry, Ron, and Draco.

"Petrificus Totalis," they all said in unison before their targets even had a chance to realise they were screwed.

"Well, Happy Birthday to me," Harry said with a wide grin.

"Indeed, Happy Birthday Harry," Draco said mirroring his master's smile.

"Yeah, Happy Birthday mate," Ron added.

"I think this might be the best birthday present I ever got, don't you guys think?"

"Right up there on top, I'd say," Ron said grinning. "My old rat is finally gonna get his reward."

"Yep, care to take them to the holding cell, Draco? Then meet us in the dining room for the party."

"Yes, milord," Draco said with a sneer looking down at the frightened prisoners. "Right away. I can't say I'm sorry deatheaters, but this is gonna hurt...a lot." Draco then did a forced apparation on the three prisoners.

Harry and Ron sniggered as they apparated back to the house.

Harry was very happy as he looked around at all of his friends in the magickally expanded dining room. It could easily hold 200 people now. Dobby and Winky had really outdone themselves for Harry's 16th birthday party. Suddenly three more people joined them and Harry went up to hug them and say hello.

"Glad you could make it, Uncle Remis, Professor McGonagall, Hagrid." Harry nodded to each in turn.

"Minerva, outside of school, please, Harry. You're practically an adult now. I imagine you will be if what we have planned for tomorrow works."

"Yeah, well, alright. But please, no talk about business, this is supposed to be a party. One quick question though, what did Dumbledore say at the Order meeting?"

"He's at his wit's end Harry," Remus said, "He doesn't know what to do, and we said we were done with the Order when we left."

"Excellent," Harry said, "now lets just have a good time."

The four of them joined the others in the festivities. Nearly everyone was there. Harry had refused Arthur and Molly when they first asked to take the oath. Harry eventually gave in, and now all of the Weasleys, excluding Percy, were members of the Marauders. As were all of the Aurors that had previously supported the Order. Moody was the only one not to argue with Harry about not taking the oath. Harry was beginning to enjoy this power he was getting, and tried to keep it under control. Moody did take the Marauder's mark though, just to be sure what happened in Harry's fourth year didn't happen again.

Harry stretched out his feelings and found that most were enjoying themselves despite the oath. While all had accepted the oath willingly, some were a little nervous, no they were worried about Harry. Well they weren't his inner circle, so, Harry didn't worry. He knew things would work out, he would make them work out.

The party started to wind down at about midnight, as Harry had told everyone not to give him any presents. Enjoying themselves during this dark time would be present enough. As everyone who wasn't staying at Number 4 Privet Drive left, Harry got Hermione and Luna aside, "Skeeter and Mr. Lovegood all set for tomorrow?"

"Yep," said Luna

"I even got a few other wizard newspapers involved from other countries," Hermione added.

"Excellent, Fudge is through. Are you sure about your father, Luna?"

"Yeah, its really exciting, he's all for it."

"Perfect, I'll see you in the morning then," Harry said as Hermione and Luna joined Ginny and headed for the girls wing of the house.

Harry stopped Remus as he headed for the area set up as a prison. "Uncle Remus, don't hurt him too bad, I want that pleasure. And make sure you're rested for tomorrow, ok?"

"Sure thing, Harry. I just want to have a little chat with my former friend before he ends up in Askaban," Remus replied with a sinister smile.

Harry returned a sinister smile of his own, nobody else knew that Pettigrew would never see the inside of Askaban when Harry was through with him.

Harry caught up with the Mr. and Mrs. Weasley before they entered one of the magickally added guest rooms. "I want to thank you for all the hospitality you've shown me in the past. After tomorrow, things will more than likely change drastically, and I just wanted you to know that."

"Oh Harry, dear, we love you like our own son, that's why we insisted upon the oath. We may never truly replace James, Lily, or Sirius, but we do love you as much as they."

A few tears ran down everyone's cheek as they hugged each other and said goodnight. The next day would be truly eventful.

"I call this emergency meeting of the wizangamot to order," Fudge said looking at all of the people there. All of the seats were filled and there were many people standing around the room as well. Even though the halls outside were packed, Harry and his innermost members of The Marauders had no trouble clearing a wide berth as they made their way to the courtroom with there hoods up. Everyone seemed excited at seeing the lightning bolt on the back of the robes. Most of the other members of The Marauders were already in there.

"Where is Mr. Potter?" Fudge asked in an irritated voice as he scanned the room. He started to speak again but was cut off as four hooded figures entered flanking three others that were bound between them.

The lead figure quickly conjured three chairs which quickly bound the three prisoners as they were placed in them. Then he removed his hood, and everyone gasped as Harry's face appeared and spoke as Ron, Draco, and Hermione also removed their hoods.

"Minister, I, Harry James Potter, also known as Lord Cholos, request the life debt of one Peter Pettigrew, also know as Wormtail." Harry pointed to the quivering little man sitting in the middle chair. "As proved by the mark on his arm, he is a supporter of Voldemort." Everyone jumped at the sound of the name. "Please, people, it is only a name," Harry said to the audience before turning back to Fudge. "Under the clan/family retribution act of 1467, I request that Mr. Pettigrew's life belongs to me as he is the one who betrayed my parents to their death."

Everyone sat silently including Fudge as Harry continued. "I also ask that my godfather, one Sirius Black, be pardoned posthumously for the crime he did not commit. Further, under the same act, I request the life of one Bellatrix Lestrange as she was witnessed to have killed Mr. Black. Under subsection D of the retribution act giving the same right to non blood heirs to a clan or family given the death of said clan or family. I am entitled as the entire Black estate was left to me in Sirius will."

Fudge stuttered a bit and then looked at Dumbledore.

"Mr. Potter, Harry, I see you've been busy. I take it you and your friends are responsible for the capture of over 150 deatheaters in the last month?" Dumbledore said matter of factly.

Harry smiled and then turned to the audience slightly, "Yes, we are responsible. We are The Marauders, a name in remembrance of my father's group of friends from school. Your Order of the Phoenix have been negligent in stopping the Dork Lord in the past as well as now. Your renegade actions have cost lives. I have not put ONE single person in danger during our activities."

The room broke out in loud mumblings. Harry raised his hand gaining silence quicker than Dumbledore or Fudge could have done. "My activities have no bearing on my request. Will you grant it or not?" Harry asked pointedly at Fudge.

Not wanting to show lack of power, Fudge quickly took control back from Dumbledore. "Dumbledore, you have stated that Mr. Pettigrew is responsible for the deaths of the Potters, and that Mr. Black was innocent, do you still hold to that statement?"

Dumbledore slowly nodded as Fudge faced the wizangamot and continued, "Alright, if you accept Mr. Dumbledore's word on this matter, say aye."

The other ten members of the wizengamot said 'Aye', and Pettigrew gulped in fear.

"Very good," a nervous Fudge continued, "all in favour of granting Mr. Potter's request regarding Mr. Black's innocence, say Aye."

This time Dumbledore also said 'Aye' making the vote eleven.

"Mr. Sirius Black is hereby pardoned," Fudge said with a little relief.

The crowd actually cheered as most knew he was innocent and it was about time Fudge's error was corrected.

"As to the matter of Mr. Pettigrew, it is an old law, but it is still legal," Fudge said as he and Dumbledore saw Hermione grin ear to ear at Harry, who smiled back. "All in favour of granting Mr. Potter the life debt of Mr. Pettigrew, say aye."

Dumbledore stayed silent as the others quickly said 'aye'. He looked forlorn at Fudge who just looked stumped.

"Very well, as a majority of nine is required to pass, and you have ten, the life of Mr. Pettigrew belongs to you as retribution for your parents death."

Cheers broke out in support of the-boy-who-lived.

Fudge and Dumbledore tried to get everyone to settle down, but it took Harry raising his hand for silence to gain order in the court again.

"Er, thank you Mr. Potter, now do you have a copy of Mr. Black's will?"

Hermione quickly placed an envelope into the Minister's hand. He nodded a thank you and than tapped it with his wand.

Harry was unsuccessful holding in the tears as Sirius' voice sounded from the will.

I, Sirius Black, being of sound mind
and body, Hereby bequeath everything
to my godson Harry James Potter.

Harry, don't be sad, hopefully I went out
in a blaze of glory fighting those who took
your parents from you.

I enjoyed the times we spent at the manor.
I hope Dumbledore has realised his mistakes
by the time you read this. I also hope the
quibbling between him and Mr. Fudge has
stopped so you can fulfill your destiny against
you-know-who.

I will be watching over you with your parents,
Harry. I love you Pronglet, take care of yourself.

Harry had not read the whole will before, only the first paragraph. He had fallen to his knees as Sirius' voice echoed through the room. Only Harry's sobs could be heard as Sirius's voice finished.

Hermione, Ron and Draco were kneeled next to Harry, just holding him. The room remained silent until Harry stood up from his friends and shouted between sobs.

"YOU FUCKER, YOU BETRAYED MY PARENTS. YOUR ACTIONS BETRAYED SIRIUS AND EVERYONE IN HERE. YOUR LIFE IS MINE, AND IS NOW FORFEIT."

Everyone watched in silence as time seemed to slow as Harry brought his right hand up wandless. All saw as Pettigrew was lifted magickally from his seat. As he reached the limit of the length of the chains that bound him to the heavy concrete and steel chair, his limbs gave way, ripping from where they attached to his body. Wormtail's wailing and screaming filled the room as blood poured from the wounds, covering the other two deatheaters. He continued to rise to about a meter above the chair. Then with a flick of Harry's wrist, he was silenced as his body was torn into over a hundred small pieces, each no bigger than a few centimeters. The pieces and blood scattered over the two remaining deatheaters who proceeded to wet and soil themselves.

Harry collapsed from using more magick than he ever had before. Harry drank the potion that he had Hermione bring and was quickly able to sit in a chair conjured by Ron.

Only Dumbledore and Fudge were worried about the display of magick, everyone else had been worked into a bloodlust, thanks to the combined mental efforts of Harry and The Marauders. The effect was such that they dismissed what Harry had done as justified. They didn't notice the house elves cleaning efforts as they were only concerned for Harry's welfare, and many rushed to Harry when he collapsed.

Arthur and Molly were among the first to arrive and helped Harry get to the chair that Ron had conjured.

"Are you alright, Harry dear?" Molly asked after Harry had taken the potion.

"Yeah, I'll be fine, thanks Mrs. Weasley," Harry said as he was surrounded by nearly the entire Wizengamot, followed by all of the spectators. After a few minutes, Harry said, "please everyone, I need a little air, plus I want to get the rest of this over with."

Everyone respectfully took their seats again and Fudge continued. "That was some display, Mr. Potter. Perhaps we need to detain you for such an outburst."

Mr. Weasley spoke up quickly in Harry's defense, "He was a distraught boy who lost his parents, minister, and it was already ruled that filthy piece of rubbish belonged to him."

Everyone yelled out their agreement with Mr. Weasley, and a nervous Fudge continued, afraid of losing favour with the people. "Yes, very well, er, I suppose it was justified."

"Damn right it was justified," Mr. Lovegood spoke up.

"The floor does not recognise Mr. Lovegood." Fudge quickly said.

"Why?" Harry spoke up, "Afraid of losing the power you love more than stupidmort himself? Let him talk."

Everyone laughed, but Fudge wasn't sure if it was at the funny name or himself, so he just waved his hand in agreement and sat back down.

"Dumbledore and Fudge have played this boy from the beginning," Mr. Lovegood said. "In fact it was their withholding the facts that caused the loss of Mr. and Mrs. Potter. I published articles my self regarding the truth about young Harry."

Everyone mumbled their agreement, then Harry spoke up. "Yes, everything in his newspaper that was attributed to me is true. The minister has fouled everything up. You have Mr. Fudge to thank for all of the trouble last year for his refusal to acknowledge the dark lord's return. He sent my godfather to Askaban without a trial, and he also sent our beloved Rubeus Hagrid without definitive proof regarding the chamber of secrets' basilisk as well. I call for a vote of no confidence in the minister. I think we need someone who will fight the dark lord, not help him by seeking his own power."

The crowd went wild at this. It was Mr. Weasley who calmed them down this time. "I'm sorry Harry, but you're underage, and can't call for a vote of no confidence." Fudge started to say something, but Arthur cut him off, "I can however, and I will. Would those of the wizangamot who believe Mr. Fudge seeks his own power, rather than the good of wizardkind, and would see his removal from office, please raise your hand."

Everyone, including a smiling Dumbledore, raised their hand.

The crowd was getting out of control as a defeated and stunned Fudge was escorted out under charges of political maneuvering, corruption, bribery and endangering the public.

Arthur raised his hands to silent the room again. "Anyone have any ideas for a new minister?"

Harry quickly jumped in. "I think it should be Mr. Lovegood, all through this, he couldn't be bought or manipulated, and he stuck to the truth in his reporting in regards to myself and the dark lord."

When Harry said that, Dumbledore's smile faded slightly, but quickly returned figuring nobody would second as he said, "good choice, Harry, I nominate Mr. Lovegood for the position of Minister Of Magick"

To his surprise, everyone else in the wizengamot tried to second as they appeared to trust the boy-who-lived's judgment.

"Well we have a second, and it appears to be unanimous," Arthur stated as Dumbledore appeared a little shocked.

"Well, er," Mr. Lovegood began, "I really don't know what to say. If you want me to, I'll accept."

The response was overwhelming. Nearly everyone was cheering for him. Percy was the only one sulking this entire time. Finally though, he came around, not wanting to be brought up on charges himself. Little did he know that right now Fudge was spilling his guts implicating him as co-conspirator to Moody and several other Aurors.

As Mr. Lovegood took his seat next to Dumbledore after taking the oath of office, he said, "alright, what were we discussing? Oh yes, Bellatrix Lestrange. Who can corroborate her involvement in Mr. Black's death.

A dozen hands went up, and Minister Lovegood continued, "yes, well very good then. Written statements will be required to make it official."

Hermione quickly handed a stack of parchments to a surprised Minister.

"Yes thank you, er, Miss Granger is it?" Hermione smiled and nodded. "Shall we vote then on Mr. Potter's request regarding the life of Bellatrix Lestrange when she is captured? All in favor, say Aye."

All but Dumbledore said aye, whose smile was completely gone now, replaced by a look of worry. It appeared Harry was cleaning house of those he deemed useless, especially in the war against Voldemort.

"Mr. Potter, the life of Bellatrix Lestrange belongs to you now, as does the entire Black estate. Do you have anything to add?" The Minister said, and a worried Dumbledore became a little more worried.

"Why yes, Minister thank you," Harry began in a very apologetic tone. "I would like to apologize to the people here in regards to my outburst earlier. I was overwhelmed, I did mean to end his life, but the words of my godfather and friend got to me."

"Quite understandable," the Minister said, "please continue."

"Thank you, Minister. I was kept in the dark many of these years in regards to my past and the wizarding world in general by Albus Dumbledore." Dumbledore started to speak, but Harry cut him off, "please Headmaster, let me finish. You were very good in your time, but I believe that time has past. You have coddled me, lied to me, and held me back as much as you pushed me forward. I therefore request to be declared an adult. If approved, I also ask that a new headmaster be appointed, as I believe you have lost touch."

"Thank you Harry," the Minister said, then addressed the wizengamot as well as those in attendance. "I believe Mr. Potter to be truthful in what he says. He has captured many deatheaters in the last month. More than the ministry in the last 15 years. I believe he has proved himself able to take care of himself and more. If no one has any objections, I shall grant his request to be declared an adult."

Not a sound came from anywhere. Dumbledore looked lost. For once he was outmaneuvered and played himself. It then occurred to him that that was just what was needed to defeat the Dark Lord. Harry would truly fulfill his destiny. Dumbledore then smiled and sat back in his chair, and thought it was about time he got some rest, Voldemort was in capable hands.

"Very well then, Mr Harry James Potter, it is the judgment of this court that you be declared an adult with all of the rights and responsibilities thereof. As to judgment regarding Professor Dumbledore."

Dumbledore broke in, "My apologies, Minister, but in light of recent events I would like to resign and nominate Professor McGonagall as the New Headmistress. She is quite capable, and I find I am in need of a very long vacation."

"Well then," the Minister said, "I see that all of the governors are present, are you in agreement to the promotion of Minerva McGonagall to Headmistress?" They all nodded their heads. "Excellent, then, so ordered."

"As to other business, what were your intentions with these other prisoners Mr. Potter?" the Minister asked.

"Do with them as you wish, they are deatheaters, and here is some proof that most of the public needs to know about," Harry said as he went over to the quivering deatheaters and rolled up their left sleeve displaying the dark mark for all to see.

Flash bulbs went off as photographers took pictures of the revelation and reporters were writing frantically on their parchment.

"Well, if there is no other business, I will conclude this meeting of the wizengamot," the Minister said and waited a few moments before slamming the gavel closing the proceedings.

Dumbledore came up to Harry and his group as they were leaving. "Well, thank you Harry for opening this old man's eyes. I'll be on my vacation once the transfer of Hogwart's is complete. I think the school is in good hands. Will you be attending school in September?"

"If I live that long, yeah, I want to get my N.E.W.T.s, but I do plan on going after Voldemort with a vengeance now." Harry said. "Oh, and I am sorry, but could you lift the wards and such from my new home? I might sell it, I don't know yet, but I need to return my Aunt and Uncle's place back to normal."

"Ah yes, of course, I will take care of that before I leave, and Harry, please feel free to contact me if you need help. I may have lost touch, but I still might know a few tricks that may help. I promise I won't withhold any information like before. I was trying to teach you to figure things out on your own, and went overboard. But you seem to have learned the lesson of self sufficiency well." Dumbledore smiled like a proud grandfather.

"Er, thank you, I think," Harry said as Dumbledore left with McGonagall to take care of everything they needed to.

Many people were shaking Harry's hand and patting him the back thanking him for working so hard and expressing their condolences about Sirius. After most of the people were gone, he finally made his way to the new Minister.

"Minister Lovegood, may I have a word?"

"Certainly, Harry, how can I help you?"

"Well I need my team to have as much access as possible to the ministry. I want them doing research in as many areas as possible. The Dark Lord is not going to go down easy. I want Hermione to lead the team in the research. She is the smartest witch of the age, and if anyone can find a way to defeat him, she can."

"Absolutely, Harry, no problem. Glad to help the fight," the Minister responded cheerfully.

"Thank you, Minister," Harry said as he took a blushing Hermione aside. "Hermione, get in touch with the Ravenclaws and anyone else that has a good head on their shoulders. I don't just need a way to beat Voldemort, that's just a cover, although it really is needed, because I have no idea how to beat him face to face. But the real task I want you to personally work on while leading the other's to find a Voldemort solution is that damned veil in the department of mysteries. If there is a way to get Sirius back, find it, if not, then destroy it. But I think that the souls in there are trapped either way. Not allowed to move on, just stuck in limbo."

"I'll do what I can Harry. That certainly makes sense from what little we've been told about it."

"Thanks, Hermione, get started right away, I'm gonna take the rest of the crew and help Dobby and Winky move our stuff to the Black Estate and return Privet Drive to normal."

"You sure you'll be alright there Harry?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine once I deal with Kreacher. There were some happy memories of Sirius there too."

"Alright, Harry, see you there."

Harry then led the rest of The Marauders in the task of setting up the new headquarters at Number 12, Grimmauld Place. Now that things were taking shape, Voldemort would soon be dead. No fidelus charm would be used this time. Harry wanted the deatheaters to find him. No more hiding. No more waiting. It was time to kick the war up a notch.