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Chapter 5
The Clone, The Witch, and The Wardrobe
The first thing Harry realized as he woke up was three things: first, he was still in his cloths from last night, but he remembered feeling so exhausted as soon as he got to his bed after getting his new wand from the doctor. Second, he was on his back, not surprising since he often tossed and turned in his sleep. And thirdly (and this was what really puzzled him) there was something heavy on top of his abdomen.
That was when he decided to open his eyes, and that's when he saw Bellatrix straddling him, a board expression on her face, and her wand lazily pointing at him. "Took you long enough to wake up." she said as she held the point of her wand at his throat, stopping him from speaking. "I've been song here for at least thirty minutes, wondering when you were going to grace me in the waking world with your presence.
"Rule seventy-nine, never keep a mad woman waiting." She then reached inside her cleavage and produced his wands. "Also, don't leave your wand out where anyone can take it. Rule ten, your wand is your life, don't lose it."
"Well this is very educational," said Harry as Bellatrix let off some of the pressure from her wand on his throat, "and I have to admit, I like the fact I'm being woken up by a woman straddling me in my bed, but if it's all the same to you, could you please GET THE BLOODY HELL OFF ME!"
Bellatrix smirked at her young lord. 'He has some fire in him, good.' she thought as she twirled his wand a little faster. "And what if I told no, how would you make me get off?" she said as she leaned a little closer to him.
Harry glared at her then suddenly he gave her an evil smirk as his left hand, which was under the bunched-up blankets at his side, felt a familiar piece of wood. "Well, Bella, you don't mind if I call you Bella, right?" he wrapped his hand around his old holly wand, "I would, probably do something like this: Depulso!"
Bellatrix was suddenly blasted off Harry, and before she hit the floor, Harry pointed his wand at her and shouted "Accio yggdrasil wand," summoning his new wand to his right hand and then pointed his new wand at her and shouted, "Incarserus!" sending ropes from the tip of his wand that wrapped around her. Harry got of his bed and walked over to Bellatrix, chuckling a little as he crouched down next to her. "I think that's the best way to deal with that situation, don't you teach?"
Bellatrix glared at him but was impressed at the boy's spell work. 'At least he lives up to his rap sheet.' she thought as she struggled against her bindings. "Very impressive my lord, you have some skill, makes my job of training you much easier. There is one problem," suddenly Bellatrix exploded into inky black smoke, obscuring Harrys vision, not seeing that Bellatrix was reforming behind him until he felt he knife at his throat and her wand at his back, "never assume you've won until your enemy is dead or passed out. Rule six." she whispered into his ear then released him.
He then turned to her, slightly annoyed at how Bellatrix out maneuvered him, but also a little excited to learn that smoke trick. "So, teach, tell me, what's on today's agenda?" Harry asks as he puts his wands in his robe pocket.
Bellatrix simple motioned him to fallow her into the sitting room. "The dark lord is expecting us and the rest of the inner circle for breakfast in twenty minutes." She picked up and handed him some folded up black robes with a pair of black pointed steel toed boots on top.
"You have ten minutes to shower and get dressed before I come in and do it myself, and I will use steel wool and I will dress you in the frilliest dress I can transfigure." she thought for a moment then added "That includes undergarments."
Not needing to be told twice, Harry ran into his bathroom, disrobed, took a second to enjoy the feeling of the hot water of the shower, cleaned himself, and got dressed. He noticed that the cloths he was given where a bit too big for him.
They were nice cloths though; the robe and pants were black with a vest that was a poisonous green, both had silver trim and were made of acromantula silk, while the boots and belt were black and were made of dragon hide.
He stepped out and glared at Bellatrix, who was sitting in one of the chairs by the fire place. "Mind explaining why I'm in cloths that look like they would fit Hagrid perfectly?" he asked as he held his pants up, the belt being too big even to do its designed purpose.
Bellatrix chuckled a little as she got up before adopting a thoughtful expression on her face as she circled him. As she walked, she tapped her wand in several places on him, causing the cloths to shrink and start to fit. When she was finished, she stood in front of him to survey her work. Everything finely fit, making Harry look like a proper lord of an ancient and noble house.
"You clean up rather nicely my lord. Now let us join the others in the dining room for breakfast, the dark lord dose not tolerate tardiness." And with that they left to the dining room. When they got there, they saw house elves setting the table with Voldemort at the head of a long obsidian and black marble table with so far only the escaped prisoners and a few of the other members siting at the table.
"Ah Harry, I see Bellatrix was," a bemused smirk appeared on his snake-ish face, "'kind' enough to wake you up. Please, both of you, take your seats, the others should be here shortly."
They did as they were asked and took their seats. As Harry sat down, a house elf appeared next to him. "What can Tippy get the young master to drink?" said the house elf in a timid and scared tone, who was on closer examination covered in cuts and seemed to be suffering the after effects of the cruciatus curse.
"Tea, three lumps, no cream." said Harry, not really caring of the creatures' condition. 'Hermione would kill me if she knew I was letting this happen...who am I kidding, I don't give a flying fuck what she thinks, or the rest of those lemmings think!'
Harry's blood boiled as her thought about his former friends and their excuses. ''Sorry Harry, we can't take you in, because Dumbledore says you have to be tortured by your filthy, backward thinking, bigoted muggle relatives so you can stay safe!' Safe? SAFE?! Safe from what?! A better life? The first chance I get, I'm going to get a hot poker and shove it so far up Dumbledore's-'
"Harry, could you please stop strangling my house elf." said Voldemort in a bored tone, effectively snapping Harry out of his own angry thoughts, noticing that he had grabbed the house elf, that had just served his tea, by the neck in a death grip.
Harry quickly released the now blue faced house elf. "Sorry about that my lord. I got lost in my own mind."
Voldemort nodded "I do understand Harry, you have lived a life of forced servitude in the name of the light. There will be a bit of transition, but in the future, just crucio the house elves." After that they drank their tea in silence, waiting for the rest of the inner circle before tucking in to breakfast.
Soon the rest of the inner circle arrived, and breakfast was served and quickly finished, the meeting began. "The first order of business, I believe, is that Alecto wished to nominate an outer circle agent into the inner circle." Said Voldemort and an older, rather dumpy looking witch, stood up from her seat, giving a small bow of her head in respect to the dark lord.
"Thank you, my lord, I wish to nominate Severus Snape." at the greasy haired professor's name, a low chorus of annoyed groans were heard from all around the table. "He has done quite well for us as a spy, and I believe he deserves to be rewarded." said Alecto, with a bit more force this time. At this Harry burst out laughing, gaining everyone's attention. "Is there something you find funny about this, lord Potter-Black?" asked Alecto, annoyed at being laughed at evident in the strain in her voice.
"Why yes, Ms. Carrow, I do." said Harry quickly composing himself as he sat up straight in his seat. "You see, Snape isn't spying exclusively for you. He's been spilling the beans to Dumbledork ever since the return of our dark lord." he then turned to Voldemort "If you don't believe me, check my memories."
Voldemort thought about it for a moment, looking over the information that Snape had given them against the Order. "That will not be necessary. I have suspected that there was a spy in our ranks, but it would make since that it would be Severus. He must pay for what he has done, we cannot allow someone who knows so many secrets to live. Any ideas?" asked Voldemort, as he looked at his followers expectantly.
"I say we kill the traitor!" said Crabbe sr., with a grunt of agreement from Goyle sr.
"We don't know how much information he's given the Order, you idiots." Said Nott, derisively at the stupidity of the two. "We should capture him and torture him for answers and for information on the Order!"
"How can we know for sure that the information he gives us is accurate or even if he gives us anything, or what if he has been saving vital information on us to be sent after he dies as a precaution." said Lucius, turning to Voldemort. "My lord, I say we watch Severus, follow him, find out where he goes when he is not with us, allowing us to find out if he has a secret location where he keeps all his and our secrets."
"A sound plan Lucius...for a coward." said Bellatrix, smiling wickedly as her brother-in-law glared at her.
"Enough. What do you think Harry?" asked the Dark Lord, curious to see if his new servant could strategize like his other followers.
Harry was thoughtful for a moment. "They're all such good ideas, so why not do all of them?" At everyone's confused looks and Voldemorts intrigued one, he clarified. "We tail and then capture Snivelus and extract his memories into a pensive, after a long and painful session of legitimacy combined with good old classic torture. After we get all the information we want, we kill him."
The assembled Death Eaters had to admit, it was a sound plan, but it had one hole in it that Lucius Malfoy just had poke at. "There's just one problem with that plan, lord Potter-Black," said Lucius as he paused to make sure everyone was listening to him, "Severus is a master Occlumens, how do you expect us to break through his shields?" Many of the Death Eaters made noises of agreement while some sniggered at how Lucius put the brat in his place.
Harry rolled his eyes at Lucius' attempt to try and make him look stupid. 'At least I know where Draco gets it from.' thought Harry. "Lord Malfoy, has it not occurred to you that we have a master of both Legilimens and Occlumens among us?" said Harry looking to Voldemort as he finished.
"Or," said Harry turning back to an annoyed Lucius, "do your doubt our lords' power?" This had the desired effect of not only taking the wind out of Lucius' sails, but it also made him look like an idiot who just lost to a fifteen, going on sixteen, year-old boy, again. Lucius, humiliated, sat back down and opted to stay quit for the rest of the meeting.
Voldemort smirked at how well his new protégé had played his hand. 'He will do well in our ranks.' he thought as he stood up to address his followers. "Harry has made an excellent plan of action to deal with Severus, but I will make one addendum." He looked to Harry. "You shall inform Severus that you have had a change of heart and wish to return to the old man's side. Once he has given you the details of your escape, incapacitate him and bring him to me, so we can begin the process of his punishment. You will then take his place as my spy in the order."
"It will be a pleasure, my lord." Harry said with a bow his head, not hiding wicked smile, eager to bring that greasy haired git.
Voldemort then turned to his followers. "If no one else has anything else to discuss we will adjourn till the next time we meet. Bellatrix, Harry, a moment." Just as the night before, only Harry, Bellatrix, and Voldemort remained as the others quickly exited the room.
When he was sure no one was ease dropping, Voldemort spoke. "Dr. Zevil is ready to administer the rejuvenation process for you Harry and is ready for your last session Bellatrix. He's waiting for you in the library." After a quick bow from the both of his left and right hand Voldemort dismissed them.
As they walked, Harry was curious as to what kind of sessions this insane and other-worldly doctor was putting Bellatrix through. 'For that matter what is he going to do to me?' thought Harry, with a touch of panic as he remembered the explosion the night before.
Seeing this, Bellatrix let out a mad giggle. "Is my ickle lord scared of going to see the doctor?"
Harry glared at her. "No! It's just... when I met him last night, he kind of...exploded. It didn't inspire a lot of confidence in his bedside manner."
Bellatrix cackled as they entered the library. "You have nothing to worry about, my lord. The bag of bones is a tad...," as she paused to find the right words, they heard what sounded like muggle jazz music in the background, "odd, bordering on completely bonkers, but his work speaks for its self."
Harry nodded as they neared the doctor's laboratory area. "Your right, he's brilliant, smarter than most of the teachers at Hogwarts, but he's not so bad." said Harry as they fully entered Dr. Zevils laboratory, "I mean, what's the worst he could do?" said Harry until he saw what was in the lab space, "What the hell is that?!"
The sight that met the duos eyes was in the form of two Dr. Zevil's giant tubes of green liquid, but inside them were…. clones…. of them, but at the same time it was not them. The one of Bellatrix was sickly looking, nothing but skin and bones, looking to be close to deaths door, the exact opposite of the real one. His was the same, tall and athletically muscular, nothing like the lanky thing he was.
Dr. Zevil, who was asleep at his work table, his body was slumped back against the tables chair while his head had rolled to the edge of the table, his mouth open with his long forked tongue hanging out, snoring loudly. Or at least he was until Harry's outburst, causing the doctors body to jerk, kicking the table, which caused his head to fall with a yelp of surprise and bouncing several times.
"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! OW!" said Dr. Zevil as he bounced, before he landed at Harry's feet. When the mad doctor looked up and saw them. "Ah, young master, Madame Lestrange, so good to see you this fine morning, but really young master, we must stop meeting like this. Mind giving me a hand?"
Harry roughly picked him up to look him in the eyes. "Mind explaining that!" said Harry as he turned the doctors head to look at the clones.
"Oh, those? They're homunculi, artificial humans," he said as if it was the most normal thing in the world, "I made them using yours and Madam Lestranges blood. These are what I will be using to make you stronger. But first things first. Hey! Moron! Get over here!" The doctor's body quickly ran over, refastened his head back on, and summoned his hat and cane.
"How are clones going to help us?" asked Harry looking at his clone warily, but glad they were wearing underwear. He was grateful that the homunculi had on underwear for two reasons: one, so as to preserve his modesty and two, he really didn't want to see Bellatrix's nasty and sick looking clone in the nude.
Dr. Zevil cackled as he went to a control panel next to the tubes and pressed a few buttons. "It's simple really, I will drain the life force from the homunculi and give it to you. It'll be as if you never had gone through that hell hole Dumbledore put you in, well beside the psychological scars that is."
The liquid from the tubes began to drain. As the last of it were sucked away, the homunculi seemed to wake up and moan in pain. Harry looked at Dr. Zevil with a questioning look. The doctors eye became a swirl of orange, red, dark purple, and yellow, "Growing pains, I assure you. After all, yours was just born last night and the madams was born only a few months ago."
As he said this, he snapped his fingers, causing the glass of the tubes melting away and making the homunculi to fall out. He then stamped his cane, which summoned monsters, which varied in size, shape, and were made of darkness from the shadows around the room, to his side.
He spoke to them in some unknown language, gesturing to the homunculi and two tables with heavy duty restrains. The monsters quickly grabbed the Homunculi, who gave unintelligible yells and groans of protest, dragged them to the tables, forcibly restrained them, and then returned to the shadows.
Harry and Bellatrix both looked on at this gob smacked. "How the bloody hell did you do that?!" they both said in unison.
Dr. Zevil simply smirked in answer to their question. "Now," he said as he went to his workstation with potion making equipment by the two tables, gesturing them to fallow him, and summoning a leather medical bag into his waiting free hand. "let's get started, shall we?"
He took out several bottles, one cylindrical with what looked like ashes inside it and one spherical with what Harry knew was unicorn blood, he then took out a crystal stirring stick, a small pouch that jingled with what had to be coins, and finely two syringes, one small and the large one he had been stabbed with last night.
"Now, to steal the life force of the homunculi, I will recite a spell that will then make my body act as a conduit as I make physical contact with both you, the original, and the homunculi. The lifeforce from the homunculi will be forcefully sucked away, it will then flow through me, and then into you." as he said this, he began to mix the ingredients he took out together into the cauldron.
"Then what's the potion for?" asked Harry as the potion stated to give off large amounts of reddish black smoke.
Dr. Zevil did an over the top spin to look at them and pointed at Harry. "Excellent question, twenty points to Gryffindor! Now let me answer your question with one of my own, what happens when you take in two lifeforces into yourself?" Bellatrix raised her hand in a very Hermione-like fashion. "Madam Lestrange."
Bellatrix cleared her thought. "The stronger lifeforce will try and dominate the other lifeforce and will either return to its true host or take possession of the body it's. Both scenarios end with the other lifeforces host dying."
Dr. Zevil clapped his hands in delight, "Excellent! One hundred points to Slytherin! You see, young master, to do this spell our lifeforces needs to be stronger than the one that will be entering our bodies. The potion I'm making will do that. Speaking of which." He then turned back to the potion, whose fumes had turned into a nasty looking black. Dr. Zevil wafted some of the fumes to himself to smell them, had a horrible coughing fit, then wheezed out, "Its ready."
He took out some glasses, filled them with the potion, which looked like liquid mercury but with more of a dingy grey color, and then put little umbrellas in them. Harry gave him an annoyed look that said 'Really?'
Dr. Zevil simply shrugged, "Presentation is everything." He then raised his glass to make a toast "To life!" Harry and Bellatrix repeated his toast, clinked their glasses with his, and downed it all in one gulp. It tasted like tar and went down like cement mixed with broken glass and shards of metal. "Ugh! That never gets easier." Gasped out Dr. Zevil, as he was clutching his throat in pain like the others were.
"Let's start with you, young master, unlike madam Lestrange who had to come in for sessions, you will be taken care of in one go." Said the Dr. Zevil as he went to stand by his homunculus.
Harry looked at him with a questioning look. "Why do I get the special treatment?" He asked as he walked up beside the crazed doctor.
"The dark lord has ordered me to get you ready as soon as possible so that we can start your training in the dark arts at full power!" He said as he placed his hands over Harrys and his homunculus' hearts, "So instead of sessions, I'm going to just give it all to you now."
Harry waited for it to happen with only a little bit of his fear showing. 'Get a hold of yourself man! It seems like a simple procedure, and Bellatrix has been doing this for months! I can take one session.' He thought as Dr. Zevil began to chant in Latin.
The homunculus screamed and spasmed in pain as he started to glow an ethereal gold. The glow then stated to go up Dr. Zevils arm, which caused the homunculus to dry up and mummify as the last of it went into the mad doctor and then into him.
As soon as the glow hit his body, he was racked with a pain that was worse than blood quills and the cruciatus curse combined. It was like his body was drenched in acid then set on fire while he was being electrocuted! He shut his eye, but he would not scream.
He would not give in to his weaker side and scream. He would be stronger than the weak boy that let his filthy muggle relatives beat him and let others manipulate him! He was stronger now and would not let that side of himself back no matter what!
As the pain subsided, he slowly opened his eyes, only to see a world of blurs. He quickly took off his glasses, no longer needing them and immediately noticed he was much taller, now being able to look Dr. Zevil in the eye (5'10''). He looked down at himself and could already tell he was more filled out now. But the biggest change was the power he felt in side himself. "Can I get a mirror?" He asked, wanting to get a better look at himself.
Dr. Zevil snapped his fingers, a full-length mirror appeared in front of him, and Harry was shocked at what he saw. He was no longer the little four eyed bean poll that could be beaten up so easily anymore, now he was a tall athletically muscular young man with perfect vision! His hair was also much longer, most likely a side effect of the life force he was given.
Harry wasn't the only to admire his new body, Bellatrix was very impressed with his new form. 'My, he is quite the looker now.' She thought as she looked him over, biting her lip, 'I wonder how good he would be in be-' she quickly shook her head,'What am I thinking! I might not have a lot of morals, but he's barely even sixteen and I'm looking at him like he's a piece of meat! But he's just so gorgeous, I just want to get him alone and... Good lord, I've become my mother!'
While Bellatrix was having this internal battle with herself, Dr. Zevil was looking Harry over carefully, pointing his cane, its orb glowing red, as he circled him. When he stopped, he was standing at Harry's side and he clapped a hand on his back and smiled at him. "Your fit as a fiddle, my boy! Ha, I dare say this has been my finest work yet! A perfect merging of the two life forces! And as an added bonus, all those pesky limiters and blocks on your power were destroyed!"
This brought Harry back to earth. "Limiters? Blocks? What are you talking about?" asked Harry as he turned to face Dr. Zevil.
The orb that was Dr. Zevils eye blinked. "Well, young master, it seems someone placed power limiters and power blocks on you. Judging on what I saw of the residual magic left over, I would put the time they were placed on you around when the dark lord fell."
Harry's eyes suddenly started to glow red in rage as magic danced around his arms like electricity and glass beakers and test tube suddenly shattered as the rage within Harry hit a boiling point. "That manipulative senile old bastard! He made me week on purpose! He wanted me week so he could control me! AAAARRRRAAAHHH!" Shouted Harry before the magic he was generating exploded around him, knocking back Bellatrix and, because of his close proximity, blasting Dr. Zevil to bits.
When the dust settled, Harry was in the epicenter of the blast breathing hard. Snapping out of his rage induced stupor he looked around him. "Uh…Did I just do that?" asked Harry as he surveyed the destruction around him.
From under a pile of books and wood emerged a coughing, dusty, disheveled, and angry Bellatrix. "Yes, you most certainly did. Doctor!" she bellowed into the surrounding area. An arm poked out from under another pile of debris. She quickly walked over to it and pulled it out by the wrist, only to discover it was just his arm. "Where's the rest of you?"
The arm pointed to another pile where Dr. Zevils torso and the other arm was but no hand, then to a shelf where his left leg was, to an over turned table where his right leg was stuck through, and then behind her where his head was coming from, his top hat inexplicitly still on his head, ridding his other hand like a spidery stead. "As tantrums go, I would give that a five on the rage scale." He said as he came right up to her.
Bellatrix tossed the arm in the direction of his torso and roughly scooped up Dr. Zevils head. "What the bloody hell was that you crazy old bag of bones!?" the witch growled, "I have never seen a magic force like that since the day I met the dark lord! What did you do to him?" shouted Bellatrix as she shook the mad doctor's head, knocking his hat on to the floor.
"Would you stop shacking me and pull yourself together woman! Speaking of which, EIENS, ZWEI, DREI!" the coffin in the corner opened and three strange looking teenagers then jumped out stood in a military like line in front of Bellatrix.
All three were dressed in black butler out fits and were all identical right down to all having their black and white streaked hair in the same hair cut that let their bangs hide their left eyes, which were all gold, but the strangest things about them were their legs and their skin. The first one had what looked like a unicycle for legs, the second had robotic chicken legs, and the third had three spider legs, and all of their skin was deathly pale with stitching in several places all over their bodies.
"Ja, Herr Doktor?" they asked in unison with distinct German accents.
"Get this placed cleaned up and ready for madam Lestranges procedure, find me my cane, and put me back together! Sharpish!" the mad doctor ordered. They all bowed to him and quickly got to work.
As the three were working Harry stood beside Bellatrix, as Dr. Zevil addressed her. "Now to answer your question Madam Lestrange. It is my belief that the magic that was blocked in the young master was simply looking to stretching its metaphorical legs as it were.
"The magic probably saw young master's anger as the best time to do so. It was most likely a onetime thing, nothing to worry about." Eiens, the one with the unicycle legs, took Dr. Zevil's head and placed it on his newly assembled body as Zwei, robotic chicken legs, jumped up and placed his top hat on his head and Drei, spider legs, handed him his cane.
"So, I probably won't do that again?" asked Harry as he looked at the odd teens work. 'What the hell are they?' he thought as he looked them over.
Dr. Zevil mulled it over for a bit, tilting his head from left to right, before saying "Eeeehhhh, pretty sure." His eye then turned into a swirl of deep purple, green, and yellow, "But on the safe side, it might be wise to count to ten next time." He advised sardonically.
Harry was about to question him further before the three workers lined up behind the doctor. "Finished, Herr Doktor." They said in unison.
Harry and Bellatrix looked around and were surprised to see Dr. Zevils lab area was back to…his version of normal. 'How did they do that?' Bellatrix asked herself, 'And what's with the talking in unison? Are they a hive mind or something?' after a second to think it over she thought 'Sweet Merlin they probably are.'
Dr. Zevil clapped his hands with mad delight. "Wunderbare meine jungs! Most excellent indeed!" he then turned to Harry and Bellatrix "Lets finish this so you kiddies can go shoppin'!" and with that, he turned, went to Bellatrix's Homunculus, and, at her terrified look, started laughing wickedly.
The assistants to the mad doctor looked at them and said "Ze Doktor vill see you now."
After they were done with the psycho scientist, Harry fallowed Bellatrix to the apparition point. He was still a little awed at what Dr. Zevil found out about his new unblocked body. Apparently, he was not just stronger, but he was a natural metamorphmagus!
'That wretched old man is going to pay for what he did to me!' he thought, before he stopped and listened to his thoughts again, 'wow, that sounded like a cheesy Bond villain. I really have joined the dark side. Wonder if they got any cookies.' Harry started to chuckle like a loon after that thought.
Bellatrix's thoughts were not so funny. 'This kid was able to destroy that mad bag of bone's lab with just his rage alone.' She then smiled wickedly 'I can't wait to see what he can do with what I plan to teach him' her smile turned sultry, 'I could teach him lots of thing with his new bod-damnit Bella stop!'
They soon came upon a pair of double doors with ornate snake handles. As Bellatrix opened the doors and stepped into a small round room, she pulled a pair of cloaks off nearby hooks and turned to Harry as she put it on. "I assume you can apparate?" she asked as she handed Harry one of the cloaks and he shook his head no, "Didn't think so, I'll add that to your training. Just hold on to my arm, I apparate us booth, and put on your hood before we go. I don't want people to spot us."
Harry did as he was told, put on his hood, and took hold of her arm. As soon as he touched her arm, he felt familiar squeezing sensation. When they arrived at their location, he was proud of himself for not falling like he did at Azkaban. He took a quick look around at his surroundings, recognizing they were at the apparition point to Knockturn Ally. They quickly made their way to their destination: Borgin and Burkes.
They went inside, causing the door chime to ding, and walked up to the front desk where Borgin was waiting for them. Bellatrix pulled down her hood and Borgin went white as a sheet and broke out in a light sweat. "M-madam Lestrange. It is such an honor to have you in my establishment. What can I do for you?" asked Borgin.
Bellatrix sneered at him like he was filth to her, which he really was. "I require a dual wand arm holster and an inner circle mask for my friend here." She then handed him a piece of paper and a small pouch that had coins in it, "His measurements and your fee."
Borgin gave her a quick bow before going to the back of the shop to get what they wanted. As they waited, Harry took this opportunity to discreetly observe Bellatrix. After her final session with Dr. Zevil, Bellatrix looked years younger; her skin was now flawless and radiant, her teeth were now white and straight, and her hair was more vibrant and alive. All in all she was gorgeous.
'Damn, she's hot!' he thought to himself, 'Too bad she seems to think I'm a danger to our master's power.' And it was true, after they left Dr. Zevils lab, it seemed Bellatrix was actively ignoring him and barely spoke to him. 'She probably thinks I just want to replace the dark lord. Please, the prophesy might say we're equals, but there is no way I could fight the dark lord and win.'
Borgin quickly came back with both items in hand. "As requested, my lady. A dual wand arm holster and an inner circle mask. All that's left is to bond the mask with the wearer." He turned to Harry, who still had his hood up so no one could identify him. "Just need a drop a blood sir."
Harry walked forward and took a quick look at the mask. It was a plane, white mask with no markings or details. 'The bonding process must create the details.' Thought Harry as he gave Borgin his right hand, mainly because he didn't want him to see the Potter and Black signet rings he wore on his left. Borgin took the hand and nicked his index finger with a small knife. He squeezed a drop out and let go of the hand.
Once the drop hit the mask, it began to morph into a skull face, turned black with green pointed teeth, turned to slime, and then launched and attached itself to Harrys face. He understandably panicked a little when it hit him and tried to get it off.
"Oh, stop all that flailing around you big baby!" admonished Bellatrix, "It's just finishing up the bond." Harry did as he was told and relaxed, as soon as he did, the mask solidified, and everything was fine.
"You could have warned me about that!" said Harry in a deep and scrambled voice, much like when he encountered Lucius at the department of mysteries.
Bellatrix gave him an evil smirk. "Now where's the fun in that? Want to take a look at your new bad self?" she asked as Borgin handed her a hand-held mirror.
Harry took the offered mirror and liked what he saw. Where most death eater masks didn't allow you to see the eyes of the wearer, his mask blacked out his sclera and made his iris' glow. "Cool." said Harry as he handed the mirror back to Borgin and put on the wand holster, loaded his wands, and, after Borgin told him how to use it, practiced with it.
Bellatrix gave Borgin a quick glare as she placed another coin pouch of the table and put her hood back up. "We were never here." Borgin took the money and gave her a small bow as they left.
Once out of the shop they made their way to the apparition point, but before they could get there three figures blocked their path. The figures of course were Kingsley, Moody, and Dumbledore himself. "Good morning, Bellatrix." Said Dumbledore in his grandfatherly tone.
Bellatrix gave an insane cackle as she pulled her hood down. "No foolin' you, is there Dumbledork? How did know we were here?" She asked as she got into a loose fighting stance that Harry, who was grateful to still have his mask on, copied her.
"Allister has been watching Knockturn Ally since this morning when we first heard about the break out." Said the old man, his tone turning from the grandfatherly tone to one that was much harder, "I only want you to answer one question before we take you to the Ministry, where is Harry Potter?"
Harry started too chuckled at that. "Somethin' funny Death Muncher?" growled Moody. Harry stopped chuckling and turned his head to the side like a bird.
"I'll tell you what's so funny, peepers." Moody took a step in his direction threateningly, which caused Bellatrix and him to get out their wands and point at him, which caused Moody and Kingsley to also get out their wands, Dumbledore being the only one to keep a calm enough head to not get out his wand, not that he really needed it.
"What I find funny is that it seems like you actually care about the kid. The same kid you sent to Azkaban." Said Harry with a touch of venom in his voice.
Dumbledore thought this was an odd statement to make. "And who might you be?" he asked as he tried to probe his mind only to get forced out by what felt like a thousand screams in his head.
He clutched his head in pain and looked at the unknown Death Eater in shock. "You all right Albus?" asked Kingsley who kept his eyes on the dark pair.
The unknown man gave a bark of insane laughter "That'll teach you to stay out of a psychopaths head!"
Moody, who had had enough of all this talking started to send curse after curse at them, starting the battle. Bellatrix and Harry quickly put up shields and sent counter attacks at Moody as Kingsley tended to Dumbledore.
"Moody! We need to get Dumbledore out of here!" yelled the dark-skinned wizard, but Dumbledore placed a hand on Kinsley's shoulder to get his attention.
"I am quite fine Kingsley, we need to take them in so we can find Harry." He said as he pulled out his wand and sent off a few spells of his own.
As the three Order members joined forces, things were not looking good for our two villains. Bellatrix was taking on the combined strength of Dumbledore and Moody while Harry was barely holding his own against Kingsley.
Thinking quickly, Harry sent a killing curse at Dumbledore, knowing that he was too focused on Bellatrix to see it coming. Kingsley saw it and quickly sent a slicing hex at Harry before apparating in front of the curses path, dying instantly. Harry barely had time to celebrate his kill when he felt Kinsley's slicing hex hit him in the chest and knocking him down onto the floor.
Dumbledore and Moody stopped fighting when they saw their comrade go down, which gave Bellatrix enough time to turn into black smoke, grab Harry, and use her emergency portkey to get them back to Riddle manor. Once the room stopped spinning, Bellatrix quickly went to work to heal the huge gash that was on his chest, berating him on his stupidity as she did so.
"You idiot! You should have been more vigilant with your shields! You're lucky it was just a slicing hex and not a blasting one!" Even with the pain he was feeling and the very angry dark witch in front of him, Harry was smiling. For he had tasted a little revenge now, he had gone up against some of the Orders best, killed one even, and came out with only a barely fatal wound. 'Soon old man,' He thought as Bellatrix healed his wound, 'soon I will have my revenge, and no one is going to stand in my way!'
AN: There, finished. New content is on the horizon, but til then, I bid you adieu!