Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Akame Ga Kill is owned by Takahiro and Tetsuya Tashiro. I own nothing.

When Sirius got an owl from Harry's guardians saying that he had been kidnapped and requested his help he wasted no time in apperating to the town in which they said they would meet him. The town itself was small so it was easy enough to spot the people who were gathered near the town's hall.

"You're here," Esdeath said to him as she stood in front of the assembled Imperial Arms users. "Good. Now we can begin."

"You know where he is?" Sirius asked, desperation filling his voice.

"We scouted the town," Najenda told him. "He's at the cemetery near that house on the hill."

Sirius took off in a bee line towards the house ignoring the voices that were calling him back. He had lost James, he was not about to lose his best friends son. Continuing to run up the path towards the house Sirius only stopped when he got a clear view of the cemetery. He was a fair distance away but he could clearly discern the shape of his godson tied to a headstone with several others gathered around a pale bald man that looked a lot like-.

No, Sirius thought. It couldn't possibly be him. It couldn't be Voldemort. Sirius had only seen the face of the man once when the order did battle with a few Death Eaters when their leader had shown up. He only saw his face for a brief moment when they were making their escape, but he would always remember it. There was no denying it, that was indeed Voldemort.

To make matters worse he saw a feminine figure with wild black hair that looked just like his cousins. He supposed if Voldemort could return from the dead it wasn't too unbelievable for his psychotic cousin to break out of Azkaban.

He got his wand ready and was about to fire a spell to get their attention, when he felt a strong metal hand on his shoulder. Turning around he saw it was Harry's guardians.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" Najenda asked.

"I'm getting my godson back!" Sirius didn't mean to snap at her but he had to act quickly otherwise Harry was going to die.

"Look," Lubbock told him, "we get that you want to get him out of there, we all do. But going in there without a plan is just going to get one of us killed."

"But we have to do something!" Sirius insisted.

"We will," Akame said. "But the first thing we should do is get Harry away from them and somewhere safe."

Sirius knew that she was right. Harry's safety right now was his main concern. If he just went in there firing off spells one of them could hit or kill Harry, and that was the absolute last thing he wanted."Okay," Sirius said as he took a deep breath to cool his hot head. "What's the plan?"

Harry felt useless at the moment. He felt weak. Three people had hit him with a stunning spell when he teleported here and he hadn't even been able to put up a decent fight much less properly defend himself.

Now here he was bound and helpless as the person who killed his parents gained a new physical form and he was powerless to stop it.

It was proving nearly impossible for him to escape, but even if by some small chance he did manage to get unbound, what would he do? He was hopelessly outnumbered, and even if he would be able to use his Imperial Arms he would get overwhelmed eventually. His best option would be to run. Maybe to the woods that bordered the left side of the graveyard, but even then one of them would eventually catch up to him. There was just nothing he could do.

Harry hung his head in defeat, no doubt once Voldemort finished addressing his followers he would kill Harry on the spot. Clenching his fist in anger Harry was surprised to feel that the binding was coming loose. It was almost as if it was being untied.

"Psst," a voice whispered next to him. "It's me." Harry instantly recognized the voice of being that of Tatsumi's. "Don't worry I'm going to get you out of here." He whispered. Harry gave a small nod to where he guessed Tatsumi to be. He felt the bindings on his right hand come undone followed closely by his left, and soon his feet as well.

Voldemort had his back to them and was still giving a speech to his followers who were bowed before him. So far they had gone unnoticed. Tatsumi helped him down and off the headstone. "Alright take my hand," he told Harry. "I'm going to lead us away." Harry did as he was told and felt himself being led away towards the house he had spotted sitting on top of the hill.

Harry was about to ask what was going to happen next when one of the men shouted, "Potter! He's getting away!" Harry thought for sure they had been spotted, but when he turned to look over his shoulder he saw the assembled group of followers looking the other way. Standing by a few graves that led into the forest was someone who looked just like him. If he had to guess: it was Chelsea in disguise.

The other Harry bolted into the woods much to the frustration of Voldemort.

"Get him!" Voldemort yelled to his Death Eaters. "Bring him back! Bring him back I must be the one to kill him!" Bellatrix and Barty wasted no time in giving chase after the boy with the others following right behind.

How the boy had escaped was beyond him, but the boy had proven last year that he was full of surprises. However Voldemort doubted his mother's protection would do the boy and good now. After all his blood now flowed through him. Now he, Lord Voldemort, was stronger than ever.

His Death Eaters would have the boy back here in no time. Well not all of his Death Eaters. Karkaroff was still on his knees clutching the belled stump of where his hand used to be.

"Karkaroff," Voldemort addressed the man. "Why are you not giving chase like the rest of my followers?"

"M-my Lord," Karkaroff stammered. "My hand. It hurts! I'm losing blood!"

"Perform your duty faithfully and maybe I'll grant you a new hand," Voldemort snapped at the one handed man. "Now rise and give chase to the boy!"

Karkaroff seemed to falter a bit as he rose to his feet, but held himself upright decent enough considering how much blood he had lost from his sacrifice.

"Yes mast-,"

Blam!

Karkaroff's brains went splattering all over the ground as a flash of bright yellow light passed right through the man's head. Karkaroff himself dropped back down on his knees, dead.

What?! Voldemort thought angrily to himself. What was this?! Had he been caught in a trap? It didn't seem likely, but that was the only answer that was coming to his mind right now.

"Show yourself!" Voldemort ordered as he began to fire off spells left and right to where he believed the shot originated from, which was near the undertaker's house.

He thought he caught a sight of pink and as he began to fire off more spells another shot was fired, this one collided right with his chest, knocking him down on his back, singing his robe and leaving a very visible burn just to the right of his heart.

If it wasn't for his horcruxes Voldemrot knew that he would have been dead for sure. Nagini had slithered off somewhere and was safe, and there were still the others he had made. But he still couldn't help but wonder who could have got the jump on him. No matter he would find the person and torture it out of them. No one disrespected him. Not anymore.

As he rose to his feet he saw the figure of a woman walking towards him. She was tall and wore a uniform, but the strangest thing was her blue hair. "Well this is interesting," the woman said. "It would appear you are stronger than you look if you survived that blast." She smiled and a sword of what appeared to be ice materialized in her hand . "Perfect. I always do like to kill those who don't die easy. I find it to be very satisfying."