Sorry for taking so long, had a bit of writers block so I took some time to read some other fics. Please review, thanks.


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

Chapter 8 "Riddle's Replacement"

Harry walked along a clearing deep within the Forbidden Forest. In that clearing stood a group of death eaters led by Voldemort himself. Harry soon found himself about 4 meters from Voldemort, with the rest of the Marauders lined up behind him.

"What is this?" growled Voldemort.

"We're having ourselves a duel, Moldywort," Harry said mockingly.

"You will not disrespect me boy!" Voldemort screamed out.

"Whatever you say, Tom," Harry said noticing that he wasn't in the Forbidden Forest after all.

"You will fear me, boy, and you will call me be my proper name."

"Alright then, Susan, how about you tell me whats going on."

Voldemort got control of his anger and sneered. "I should have known you didn't bring us here, you don't have the power."

"Yeah, well, whatever, time to do this, bow to death, Tom."

"Crucio!" Voldemort said trying to get the upper hand.

Harry easily side stepped the curse and fired off, "Reducto, reducto."

Voldemort quickly cast a shield charm and watched as the curses flew by. "What's the matter Potter? Losing your touch? You completely missed me."

"Wasn't aiming for you, Tom," Harry smirked.

Voldemort looked quickly behind himself to find stunned deatheaters that were covered with the remains of the two that had been just to the left and right. He quickly turned back to find Harry just standing and staring at him with his arms folded in front of his chest.

"I just remembered Tom, I don't need to avoid any curse, as I am protected by some nice dark magik. Take your best shock."

Voldemort just stood there for a moment not knowing what to do. Then with a smile he said, "I didn't know you had it in you to kill, Potter. But that curse was so messy. Painful I'm sure, but messy none the less."

Harry then took a few steps forward as he said, "you're right, Tom." Harry had his wand pointed casually at a few more deatheaters from under his arm. "Avada Kadavra, Avada Kadavra," he said in a normal voice.

The deatheaters didn't have time to react as the green light sped from Harry's wand toward them.

"There, that better?" Harry chuckled out. "You know Tom, your followers seem to be a little slow. I would suggest getting better people, but that won't happen since I am going to kill you."

"Crucio!" Voldemort yelled out in anger.

Harry didn't even step aside, relying instead on the potion's protection.

Voldemort got a concerned look on his face when he saw Harry just stand there defiantly. He cried out at the unexpected pain when the curse hit Harry square in the chest. He dropped his wand as Harry doubled over in pain as well.

"How?" exclaimed Voldemort, but Harry was just as confused.

After they had caught their breath, Harry put it together and screamed out, "It's the damn link, none of this is real."

"That's impossible," Voldemort screeched out, "my occlumency is too powerful..."

Harry cut him off, "so is mine...unless..."

Harry got a look of concern on his face quickly followed by one of concentration. Immediately Harry was surrounded by a blue sphere of light. Harry then smiled at Voldemort, who was staring daggers at Harry, and waved cheerfully as the imagined world abruptly collapsed.

Harry awoke suddenly rubbing his scar. "Well, that was new," he said to himself.

Even with the assistance of the Marauders, the magic Harry used at the Ministry had really drained him. He let everyone else handle moving things into Black Estate while he rested in his usual room. Dobby and Winky had really spiffed up the room by the time Harry arrived.

Harry got up and made his way down to the kitchen looking for a dreamless sleep potion. He needed rest and didn't want a screwed up occlumency session again. In the kitchen he found Ron and Neville playing a game of chess with the twins looking on. Neville was actually holding his own. Harry found the potion and started to head back up stairs.

"Check and mate!" shouted Neville, stunning everyone in the room.

Harry turned back to the game. "I'll be damned, Ron, he's got you."

"I don't believe it either," Ron replied with a frown. "Must be this bloody oath." Ron's frown turned into a smile and then a look of concern when he saw Harry. "What''s the matter, Harry? you don't look well. Didn't your nap help recharge you? You've been out for 3 hours."

"It's all that magik I used at the ministry, it weakened me more than I thought. I also had a very weird experience with Voldemort while I slept. That's what this dreamless sleep potion is for. My occlumency won't be up to par until I rest properly."

"You saw Voldemort? What's he up to?" said a voice from behind Harry.

"He's scared Draco. Instead of seeing things through his eyes, we actually had a bit of a duel, and he's worried. So am I, for that matter."

"But I thought you were protected by that potion you told us about," Neville piped up.

"I thought I was. It could have just been the dream link, but when Tom tried to use Crucio on me, we both felt it, although him more than me," Harry replied with a look of concern. "One of you tell Hermione to look into that. I'm going back to bed for some real rest with this potion. See you in the morning."

They all bid him goodnight as he went back to his room.

Harry was awakened late the next morning by Mrs. Black's portrait.

"BLOOD TRAITORS! MUDBLOODS! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" it screamed on and on.

"That's it," Harry screamed out as he jumped out of bed and threw on a robe. He ran downstairs yelling, "I'm gonna blast the wall to pieces if I have to."

As Harry was about to curse the portrait and half the house with it, Kreacher appeared for the first time since last summer. "You are not master here, you will not hurt this portrait!" the insane little house elf screamed out as he blocked access to the portrait.

Harry quickly grabbed the elf by the throat as everyone came running at all the commotion. "I am the Master here you little shit. You made me that when you betrayed Sirius to his death. He left everything to me. That includes you."

The house elf struggled to get free, but Harry's magik appeared to be stronger. His hand glowed yellow as he held the house elf in place. "As I already have two house elves that I love dearly and who are loyal to me, I don't need you, or want you. And since I'm pissed about Sirius, I am going to kill you, but I will not hang your head next to your ancestors."

The little elf got really nervous as he sensed the darkness in this new Harry. A Harry that would follow through on such a threat. "Please, Master Harry," the elf pleaded, "I will do anything you says. Don't disgrace me by not hanging my head with those that came before."

Dobby and Winky had blushed at Harry's comment about them but hoped this could be resolved honourably. They knew Kreacher deserved whatever he got, but dishonour of a family line was worse than getting clothes.

Harry then got a gleam in his eyes. "Alright Kreacher, as Dobby and Winky have been unable to, you remove the portrait of Mrs. Black, turn it to dust and restore the family tree tapestry. Then I'll hang your head next to your ancestors. But if you trick me, your head will be removed and destroyed."

"Yessir, I is doing as you say," Kreacher said and snapped his fingers.

Mrs. Black had been silent as she watched the traitorous Kreacher. She started to scream out but was immediately silenced as the portrait fell from the wall and disintegrated.

"Winky, would you please check the family tree for accuracy as well as magikal residue?" Harry asked firmly yet kindly to the house-elf, who nodded her head and popped out.

"Dobby, is the destruction of the portrait permanent?" Harry said turning to the other house-elf.

"Yessir Master Harry sir," Dobby replied after a quick magikal scan of the pile of dust.

Winky then popped back. "Everything is as it should be Master. You can now punish that bad house-elf," she said proudly yet with a slight gleam in her eye.

"Harry, are you sure about this?" Hermione spoke up.

"Am I sure?" Harry asked, his anger starting to build. "Don't you remember what he did?" Harry's fist closed tighter around the elf's neck, causing him to choke.

Harry let out a laugh that sounded a bit maniacal. "He helped to kill Sirius, remember? My Godfather. The closest person I had to having a dad."

As he spoke, the rage built up. His voice got louder and louder. Screaming, laughing, or sobbing. No one was really sure which, perhaps all three and then some.

"He tore away from me the last bit of family I had. You are my friends, but no offense Ron, or the rest of you, as close as you are to a family, Sirius was real to me. Last year we got close, really close."

Harry had been swinging the elf about in his left hand, squeezing ever tighter. Now he was using both hands against the magikally strong house-elf. The glowing yellow magik seeping from Harry's hands slowly changing colour to red. The deep red of a cutting curse.

"Bumblingdore was hurting Sirius by keeping him here. Not doing anything about Pettigrew. Allowing this elf to betray the last heir of the Black bloodline. Keeping me out of the loop. This elf will pay for his betrayal. I loved Sirius goddammit." Harry's eyes glowed with an emerald fire.

The elf's eyes had bugged out as the life continued to drain from his body. Kreacher's eyes got really big.

CRACK.

Harry looked down at his hands when he heard the sound. There was a spattering of blood over his sleeves and chest. Blood was dripping to the floor. Harry opened his hands and the elfs head hit the floor, to be followed a moment later by the body.

Everyone had a slight shock on their face. Hermione more so as she stood there with her mouth open.

Harry just stared at the blood on his hands. First he got a look of fear on his face. It quickly turned to confusion and then a slightly maniacal smirk. It turned to a frown as he said in an exhausted voice, "Dobby, Winky, if you would, please clean this up and mount the head next to his ancestors."

Harry finally looked up at his friends, his followers. His eyes now had a cold, distant look. He also had a slight smile that didn't reach those eyes. Hermione started to say something but Harry cut her off with a dark, stern voice. "It had to be done." With that he turned and went to train in one of the rooms that had been setup for just that.

Down in the dungeons of Black Manor, an area had been setup to hold Lucius Malfoy. He had not seen anyone during his imprisonment except when he was transfered from Privet Drive. Even then it was only Winky and his former house-elf, Dobby, who was now standing before him.

How had it come to this? In the weeks since the raid on Malfoy Manor, that one thought ran through his head. Even without dementors to force him to, he had been reliving the worst memories of his life. Memories of the pain he had inflicted, even on his own son. A son who had prevented the Potter boy from killing him.

Lucius, it would seem, now had a conscience. The only thing that made sense, was that his Lord's influence prevented him from feeling anything like remorse. He had wanted power, which was foolish, as the Malfoy line had power already. He had been played as a fool by Tom Riddle. Now everything appear to be lost, as he stared back at the house-elf he had treated so badly.

"You is a bad wizard," Dobby finally said.

No one had seen Lucius cry out all of his tears in isolation. He had none left. His only companion had been remorse. In some ways, it was worse than a dementor.

Dobby mistook the hollow eyes for a lack of regret, for the continuance of evil. He used his magik to make Lucius hit himself. "Bad, Lucius, bad, bad, bad," Dobby said, Lucius' fist hitting himself hard with each word.

Lucius did nothing to resist. He knew he deserved it. He lost any hope of redemption that he might have had.

A figure in the shadows had been watching and allowing it to go on for fifteen minutes. Lucius cold eyes seem to hold no regret until one little hint was noticed. "Stop, Dobby."

Dobby quickly turned in fear. "Master Draco, how long is you been standing there?" the startled house-elf said.

Draco just smiled. "It's okay, Dobby, you deserved to have a little fun for the way you've been treated. Rather like our Master Harry, yes?"

The house-elf gave a small mischievous smile.

"I need to speak with my father, alone, please," Draco said with a kind tone.

"Yessir, Master Draco, sir," Dobby said and disappeared with a pop.

Draco then turned to his father with slightly cold eyes. The minutes passed slowly as they stared at each other. Finally Draco spoke, "well father, any thoughts as to what should be done to you?"

Lucius just looked at the ground. "I don't know, son. I don't understand what's happening." He put his head into his hands as the long cried out tears began to form again.

"It's quite simple, father," Draco said with a smirk. "I suppose you've noticed your dark mark is gone. Lord Cholos removed it."

Moist eyes looked up questioningly at Draco.

"You know him as Harry James Potter, Father. He is much more powerful than Riddle. He knows of power that Voldemort will never know."

"Why am I here? Why didn't he just kill me that day at the house. The home that I raised you in."

"Home?" Draco laughed out loud. "That was no more a home than the muggle place Harry grew up in." Draco had been calm up to that point. "You used the cruciatus curse on me, you bastard!" Draco yelled out. "Your only son, how could you?"

"I...I don't know." Lucius was visibly weeping now. "Saying it was the dark lord is no excuse I know. I knew the link would numb any regret. But now, I wish that boy had just killed me instead of making me relive the memories of what I did."

"Coward!" Draco screamed out. "I stopped him from killing you. He wanted to, but, I stopped him." Draco quickly drew his wand and took down the antimagick wards of the cell and pointed his wand at his father. "You should live with what you did, don't be a coward. Cru...Cru..." Draco tried to curse his father, but couldn't. As much as the pain caused his own tears to fall, he could not curse his father.

Draco had fell to his knees and was sobbing when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"It's alright Draco," Harry said in a calm voice as he looked at the broken man in the cell. "Crucio." Harry said as he pointed his wand at Lucius.

The man screamed out at the pain in every nerve in his body. He did manage to look into Harry, Lord Cholos' eyes to see the emerald fire that filled them.

After about a minute of the screaming, Draco looked up at Harry. "Please," was all he said and Harry lowered his wand.

"Have the house-elves clean him up and bring him to my study, Draco," Harry said as he turned and left, his cloaks swishing about him impressively.

A knock sounded on Lord Cholos' study door.

"Come in Draco," Harry said sternly.

Lucius was led by his son into the large study where they took the two seats that were offered. Lucius had the look of a frightened child. "Po...Potter?" he said trembling.

"Yes, Lucius. You may call me Lord Cholos, or you may refer to me as sir. Derogatory statements will not be permitted." Harry then got up and leaned into Lucius face slightly and said, "You will not address me as Harry, or Potter. Those are only reserved for my friends, and definitely not anyone who would use a twelve year old girl as a pawn for some sick bastard." He then returned to the sofa where he had been sitting.

Lucius continued to tremble as Harry, Lord Cholos, spoke.

"Well, I imagine you would like to know just how long you have been my guest?" Lucius gave an unsure nod. "Yes, let's just say that school starts in a week. On to other matters. Draco has petitioned me for your life. But, for that, you have to be willing to take the blood oath. Something I know Tom couldn't use as his followers were pawns and nothing more. I don't kill those who support me, even when they make mistakes. We are only human, after all. But I do reward those who succeed in the tasks I set for them. Now let us just see if you are up to the challenge eh?" Harry then pushed into Lucius mind, although much more gentle than the last time.

"Po...Ha...Lord Cholos, sir, it hurts," Lucius pleaded.

"So sorry Lucius, I forgot about last time." Harry then went more gently, prying through Lucius mind. "There it is," Harry said loudly making Draco and his father jump. "Loyalty, just what I need. Are you ready for the oath, Lucius?"

Lucius looked around at the lavishly furnished room, much better than even Malfoy Manor. Then he looked over to his son. What he saw actually shocked him. Draco appeared to be happy, actually happy. Nothing he had seen as Draco grew up. Even the blood oath couldn't really make you happy. He had never even been happy with Voldemort, just existing. He slowly turned back to Harry and nodded with a grateful smile.

Lucius had made a list of all the death eaters he knew about. It turned out, most had already been caught by Lord Cholos and The Marauders. A few had joined Harry, getting a new mark. Some were allowed to finally live in peace with the removal of the dark mark. Quite a fair amount, though, Lord Cholos had simply killed. Without knowing exact numbers of the total death eaters, they couldn't be sure how many were left. It was a safe bet, however, that no new ones were being recruited.

Harry, Hermione, and Lucius had been discussing things with the new minister all day. "So, the remaining death eaters on Lucius list have been rounded up, minister?"

"Yes, indeed Harry, oh sorry, Lord Cholos," the Minister Lovegood said.

"Not a problem, you can call me Harry, sir, I don't mind. Hermione, any news on the Veil?"

"Well, yes actually, with permission of the minister, we were able to find some old documents about it. They were actually misfiled. It took everyone we had to find it. I have only skimmed through it, but, and some of the best minds that I was able to recruit to help us agree, I think you were right in your assessment and we may be able to retrieve Sirius."

Harry was a little shocked to say the least. He let his shields down a little as he teared up. "Really?" Harry choked out.

"Yes Harry." Hermione smiled as she saw a little bit of light return to her best friend's eyes.

Harry then got a distant look in his eyes. "What was that?"

"What was what, Harry?" Hermione asked.

"I let my shields down at the thought of Sirius, and I felt something. Something like pain, or maybe fear."

"Do you think it was Sirius?" Hermione asked, a little excited.

"No, it's..." Harry concentrated on the feeling. "It's almost like pleading too, it's coming from over here," he said as he led them away from the table they were sitting at and over to some filing cabinets. He moved his hand by each drawer. The third one magickally opened it self and a file slowly rose from among about forty.

"Goddammit, Dumblefuck did it again!" Harry yelled out as he quickly scanned the file. He looked at the minister and said, "May I have ministry approval to fix this as I see fit?" Harry's eyes flashed a little with fire.

After a quick glance at the file, Minister Lovegood said, "Yes you may, Harry. Take Mrs. Bones with you, she has all the forms needed as well as the ministry seal. Good luck." He quickly waved Mrs. Bones over and gave a quick explanation what she was to do.

She looked at the file then at Harry and smiled. Then they both quickly apparated away.