In Nomine Figuli
Luna stepped back and glanced at Rodolphus Lestrange, her words a whisper barely heard, "What have you done?"
Rodolphus sneered at her, his wand raised and ready to strike the blood traitor down. But then she ran, not towards her allies, but from the room, grabbing the Longbottom boy and the Weasley girl by the shoulders and pulling them after her, the Weasley boy followed them in a half daze as his arms bled from strange wounds. Strangely, she left behind the Mudblood's corpse. He let his expectations leave his mind and looked upon her with fresh eyes, she wasn't afraid of the Death Eaters, not even Bellatrix who had reached the doorway just before her laughing at having slain her cousin. But her eyes showed that she was afraid of the Potter boy who had simply gone silent and rigid.
He turned to focus upon the boy and froze in turn as he watched the fingers wrapped around his wand shift into a different grip.
He felt his heart clench in cold confusion.
That was his Master's grip.
Malfoy, obviously noticing the change in the game, swiftly moved towards a different exit, Rookwood in his shadow.
In the next breath, a torrent of sheer power and presence flooded the room, all still present reflexively stepped back as power crackled in the air. Runes, long unseen within the stone arch began to light up in faint green fire, the curtain now violently shifting in an unfelt breeze.
The werewolf moved to touch the boy, "Harry?"
He never made contact.
As his fingers came within an inch of the boy, a spark of energy leapt the gap and the half breed screamed as he fell to his knees, clasping at his hand. A hand that looked more bestial claws and fur than human flesh.
Mad-Eye grabbed hold of his apprentice as the other auror reached for the half breeds shoulder. A triggered portkey whisked the pair away in a swirl of colour and a screamed cry of denial.
Macnair had simply turned and ran, cutting Nott down with his axe in an attempt to quickly escape. Macnair who enjoyed the Hunt, Macnair who happily faced beasts and monsters of nightmares had turned and run at the mere sight of the boy.
"No more."
The boys whispered words echoed through the chamber, silencing the constant whispers from the arch. He turned his head slightly to look at the others from the corner of his eye. Surrounded in darkest ebony, hateful green glowed within the shadows, anger and malice almost physical as he lazily motioned towards Dolohov.
He spoke but one word, without emotion or intensity, a simple statement of fact.
"Burn."
And he did.
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Bellatrix gleefully sang as she skipped towards the floo, until without warning, a silver crescent of magic sliced into her ankles, the Achilles tendons severed in sudden agony. She screamed as she fell to the ground, and blinked as the shock set in as a waif of a girl ran past, leading the ragtag remnants of the children's rescue force. She quickly bombarda'd the other floo exits as she ran, calling out for the Rookery as she pushed the other children through the floo. Bellatrix raised her wand to curse the girl, when she caught sight of her face. She was looking behind Bellatrix, not at her. As Bellatrix frowned in confusion, the girls eyes met hers, "I'm sorry, but better you than us."
In the next blink, the floo flared and they were gone.
From the shadows the Dark Lord stepped forward, rare confusion on his face as he pondered the girl's unusual but amusing actions. He ignored his injured lieutenants whimpering as she began to heal the wounds.
"My Lord!" Macnair's voice called from the lifts, "We need to leave now!"
From the fountains, a tired and old voice interrupted, "I'm afraid that I can't allow that." Dumbledore stepped forward, his stance ready but relaxed enough to pass for casual. "It was foolish to come here tonight, Tom. The Auror's are on their way."
Macnair carefully moved around the 2 Titans of magic as he came to Bellatrix and began to drag her to the floo, "Fix your damn legs before he catches us." he snarled, his eyes full of fear.
The Dark Lord ignored his minions and sneered at his old foe, "By which time I shall be gone, and you will be dead!"
Their angry stares, each waiting for the first motion to show their attack, were broken as Selwyn entered the hall screaming, his hand clamped around a bleeding stump of his left arm as he ran away from the shadows, whimpering as he glanced back the way he came. Both titans watched in confusion as the man ignored the threat they posed and refocused their attentions as a low growl echoed through the hall, a growl they both recognised the source of.
With a blur of motion and a suddenly cut off scream, a mass of flesh rammed into the death eater and shattered his ribcage with the sheer force behind those claws. The werewolf was unlike any either Voldemort of Dumbledore had witnessed before. Thrice the muscle mass, this was a beast of war, no stretched and distorted form bound in the meat of humanity. A thick brown pelt covered the flesh, stained in the red of its prey. Strange markings filled with green magic pulsed along its form, sigils and swirls gently glowing along its muscled limbs. Instead of pain filled and maddened eyes, the beasts eyes were cold and controlled, cunning and calculating, full of hate and hunger.
"Moony. Come." The calm tone of Harry Potter broke their frozen forms and both turned to face the youth. Both with wands held at the ready, their magic and bodies reacting to the new danger.
Harry stood tall and regal, the limp form of Hermione Granger cradled in his arms, her skin pale as her lungs wheezed as she drew breath. The Werewolf, Remus Lupin, padded and sat at Harry's side like a tame dog. Although the size difference meant he might as well have been standing beside his master. Rather than white surrounding emerald green eyes, now black orbs with a ring of balefully glowing green sat in their place. Blood dripped from his brow as his scar appeared as a fresh wound.
Dumbledore opened his mouth first, "Harry..."
"No. You do not get to speak. I'm going home, do not follow me. Leave me alone. Tom, you get one warning, this was it."
With that he began to walk through the hall, Remus padding alongside his master. The floo flared brightly and they entered without a word.
Both Dumbledore and Voldemort watched his journey and turned to face each other to continue their battle. Dumbledore gasped as he clutched at his chest, his awareness of the school wards shattering under the burning Will of another. As he staggered, Voldemort grinned and took the opportunity to slay his enemy, with a gleeful "Avada Kedavra" a killing curse was snapped swiftly at the goat loving old fools heart.
A flare of fire erupted between them and a small un-feathered bird slammed into Dumbledore's chest. "Fawkes" he whimpered as the pain wracked his body.
Voldemort snarled as he readied himself for another casting when a series of screams shattered his focus, his reflexes shifting the target and the spell found the chest of one of Fudges bodyguards rather than Dumbledore. He narrowed his eyes as he swiftly counted the auror's present. Too many to deal with without injury to himself. Later then.
He glanced at Dumbledore with cold calculation before turning and apparating away.
"Sweet Merlin!"
"It was Him!"
"He was here!"
Many more voices shattered the silence. A flare of floo green behind Fudge told him that the news was already spreading. He couldn't keep a lid on this anymore. He was ruined.
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Harry looked down at the wheezing form of the only one he trusted enough to guide his free will, a hand ran through her hair, trying his best to calm her as she had done many times before to him. His burning eyes flickered to the Healer before returning to his greatest treasure. "I have no talent in the healing arts Poppy, you need to save her. I removed the curse from her, but the damage remains."
Poppy Pomfrey frowned at his use of her name, but ignored it to do her job. "I'll do my best to heal her Mr Potter, but we may need assistance from St Mungo's."
"No Poppy, you Will heal her, do you understand me?"
"Mr Potter..."
She stopped at the raised finger and focused glare, her mind now aware of the ebony eyes surrounding burning green. "Your life is in her hands now," his eyes ran over the unconscious form of Delores Umbridge, "I have work to do."
Striding from the Hospital Wing, he motioned to the large shadow waiting for him, "Bring Snape here to help Poppy, if he does anything to hurt Hermione or interfere in her healing, bite him." As the growling beast scurried off, he continued on towards the Headmasters Office without breaking stride, raising his wand to his throat, he poured a touch of his magic and his new connection to the Wards into his vocal chords to allow all to hear his words.
"Students and Teachers of Hogwarts. This is Harry Potter, I come bearing glorious news."
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Dumbledore finally broke free of the Auror's and reporters, apparating into the village square of Hogsmeade, fighting his instinct from years of laziness to apparate straight onto the school grounds. He was stunned to find most of his students wandering around as his staff tried to coral them and get them somewhere safe.
Minerva stormed up to him and snarled in a thick brogue at him, "What the hell do you think you are doing here?"
Dumbledore blinked as he got several glares from the staff, "Minerva, what has happened here?"
"You need to leave now, before he finds out you're here. Go. Flee. It's all you seem to be good at. If you're not gone by the time I count to 5, I'll give you to him myself."
"I don't understand? Why are you acting this way?"
She surveyed him with exacting focus, growling at him, "You really don't know do you? Alright, Harry Potter has taken Hogwarts, the defences are his to control, all of them. He banished all bar those who would swear loyalty to him. He was sitting in your chair in the great hall, wearing the Sorting Hat and had the Sword of Gryffindor across his lap. Those who refused were cast out beyond the grounds, their property waiting for them. A large group of the children through several years remain, you might just recognise their names, they were part of his defence group, the majority of them swore Fealty to him, the rest were escorted from the grounds. The rest of the students are here, well, all bar a few, we're still doing the headcount and checks now."
"He has hostages?"
"A few Slytherin's and a few Ravenclaw's who refused to kneel. Children of Death Eaters and a few extras."
"Extra's?"
"Something to do with the Lovegood girl as far as I can tell. Where is she and the others who followed him tonight?"
"I do not know, they fled the building before I could stop them."
"Then we need to find them. You'd best leave Dumbledore; Mr Potter decreed that any who brought him your head would receive a boon from him for such devoted service."
As if summoned by the Fates, a small silvery hare ran up to them, speaking in Luna Lovegood's voice, it delivered its message in a voice filled with anger and pain. "Your grand experiment failed, the Lion Crowned with Night has awoken. His shackles broken and his magic reborn. The power of an Obscurus wielded with burning sanity and icy control. Is this what you dreamed of?" the voice turned sad and tired, "We need to talk, go to the Burrow, follow Neville, he'll bring you to us."
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Cornelius Fudge winced at the return of the screams, "Is there nothing we can do?"
Croaker shrugged, "We're not entirely sure. We've never seen anything like this before. In parts yes, but not mixed together like this." He looked over at the crystal skeleton burning in vibrant blue flames, the flesh rapidly burning away and then reforming.
Fudge shuddered at the sight, "Any idea who it was?"
"We have seen enough of his face in various healing periods to recognise him, I have Bode with the auror's looking through the records to make a positive ID."
"Can we at least end his suffering?"
Croaker frowned, "We don't know, a killing curse would probably work, but you need hate to make that work, and right now most pity him or are just disgusted. A cutting curse would probably be healed on the next cycle. There's so much magic saturating the chamber, we don't even know if trying to end his suffering would instead spread the effects or not. You are of course welcome to give it a try if you like?"
"No! No. I'll leave it in your capable hands. Is there any news of Delores?"
"Unfortunately not Minister, we will of course update you as soon as we are informed of her whereabouts."
Croaker watched as the Minister fled before the next cycle of screams began. Smiling, he walked up to the burning body and waited for the eyes to reform before speaking. "Hello Dolohov, Its been what? 15 years since I watched you murder my daughter. I look forward to working with you for the foreseeable future. Now, for posterity, on a scale of one to ten, how much does it hurt?"
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"Minister!" One of his auror bodyguards entered his office, "We have news that you will probably be interested in."
Cornelius sighed as he put the glass of brandy back down and rubbed the bridge of his nose, Merlin he was tired and it was still the early hours of the morning. "What is it?"
"St Mungo's has just reported that they have Severus Snape in their care."
"What happened?"
"He was delivered to the atrium of the hospital, he was severely injured and a note was pinned to his robes."
"What did the note say?"
"I have it here sir." He opened an envelope and began to read out the contents. "This wretched remnant is all that remains of Severus Snape. He has been judged for his crimes against the Wizarding World and found wanting for the many acts that can never be forgiven. Witness my mercy for the aid and protection he has provided me over the years."
Cornelius frowned, "What did he mean 'Witness my Mercy'?"
The auror turned slightly green and swallowed a few times before answering. "The healers report says that his hands, eyes and tongue have been removed, the long bones in his arms and legs have been shattered, the Legilimancer on staff looked into his mind to see the damage there. There is a name which echoes through his mind, Lily Evans, but he can't remember anything about her, he's also constantly thinking of new potion combinations, he can't stop thinking of them, but they're never complete and he can't retain the information."
"That's mercy!?"
"Sir. The envelope also contains a transcript of the… trial they held for Snape. Its... Its bad sir. With what Snape's done over the years, most would say he got off lightly, very lightly."
The door burst open and another auror rushed in, "Minister! We've found Delores Umbridge."
"Well where is she?"
"On the way to St Mungo's, it was a mess sir. It looked like she'd been flayed!"
"What? No, stop. How did we find her?"
"A package was delivered to Madam Bones desk. In it were a collection of unregistered Blood Quills and a few that were noted as part of Madam Umbridge's equipment. They all had fresh blood dripping from their nibs. There was a note in the package as well. Madam Bones ordered a search of all the entrances and we found her in the phone booth access."
"What was the message?"
"It said 'Knock Knock.'"
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AN:
The beginnings of a Dark Lord Potter story, but I wasn't sure where I wanted to go with it seeing as one of the other stories I'm working on is also a Dark Lord Potter story.