A/N: If you have read this chapter before, read it again. I have added a bit to the end. Also I have gone through and tried to change spelling errors and messed alitlle bit with non-essentail character stuff. So if you want there are some changes. None significant.
Harry glared at the crowd around him and walked out of the door. Lucius and Severus followed close behind. Harry turned to Lucius as soon as the door closed.
"Please get those imbeciles to look for Draco. I am afraid I might not have the patients to deal with them at the moment."
"Of course." Lucius agreed. "And where are you going to be?" Harry snapped his head up and looked at Lucius curiously.
"I never said I was going anywhere."
"You don't have to say anything. I know how you act. Do you have any ideas about Draco?" Harry nodded.
"I have an idea I need to look into. Please get them helping." Harry said pointing to the door. "I will be back in a few hours." He nodded to Lucius and Severus.
"We'll see you then." Severus opened the door and slipped back into he room with Lucius.
Hermione Granger was not expecting Harry to show up at her home. When she opened the door the smile that crossed her face was obviously pained.
"Harry!" she cried in mock delight. "What are you doing here?" Harry grinned at her and swiftly lifted her into a hug.
"I missed you." Harry said happily. "I was able to get away from the Malfoy's for a time and wanted to see how your holiday was going." Hermione kept her smile hitched in place while Harry talked to her happily. She seemed to hesitate a minute but then moved to let him inside.
"Are your parents home?" Harry asked curiously. "I never really have gotten to know them like I have Ron's."
"No they're out." Harry turned back from where he was surveying the house to Hermione, no longer smiling.
"Then no one is here to interrupt us. How wonderful." He grabbed Hermione's head on either side and soon was ripping his way through her mind. She screamed as he dug for information. He felt her go limp in his arms at some point but continued on uncaring. Finally he was certain he saw everything she had to offer.
Harry stepped back from the body that was passed out on the floor. The hate and rage he felt was almost tangible. He walked back to the front of the door. He stopped and placed his hand on the wall under a picture of Hermione. When his hand lifted there was a picture of a cannon engraved on the wall.
Hermione wasn't dead unlike every other scene where his insignia was inscribed, but when Harry was done with her, she was going to wish she could be.
"Mr. Potter. I didn't realize you were going to be here today." Harry smiled at the ministry official.
"I hadn't realized it myself. Is Dumbledore still being held here or has he been moved?"
"I am not sure. I can have it checked for you?" the man suggested.
"Yes. Please." Harry agreed.
"He is in fact still here Mr. Potter. Are you…" the man didn't have enough time to finish his sentence before Harry was out of his hearing.
Harry was quickly moving through the Ministry to where he had met the old man before. He swept into the room and glanced over at the guards. The door was already being opened for him.
"We heard you were on your way here. He is not as together as he was last time you wee here. I am afraid we had to drug him not to long ago."
"That's fine." Harry walked into the room the guard hesitated only a moment before closing the door and leaving Harry alone with Dumbledore.
Dumbledore looked over at Harry and grinned.
"Have a nice chat with the public? Anything go missing while you were away?" Harry started hard at Dumbledore. "Harry you should know that even drugged you are no match for my skills. You couldn't get into my mind if you practiced for years without stop." Harry grinned and Dumbledore gasped, as his mind was brutality ripped into. At one image Harry slowed. He looked the memory over several times before he continued. When he finally pulled out of Dumbledore's mind he was seething. When he lifted his hand off of the bar it had been laying on he didn't notice the cannon that had etched itself into the metal.
Harry was on his way out of the building when he felt a magical surge. He tried to tap into it and was soon doubled over in pain.
"Mr. Potter?" a man asked rushing over and helping him to sit. "Are you alright?" Harry was hyperventilating. He grabbed the man and turned to him.
"Get everyone out of the building. Everyone." Harry gasped.
"What is going on?" the man asked.
"Hurry, there isn't time. The building is going to explode." Harry gasped. The man stood quickly.
"Are you certain." Harry nodded as he continued to gasp for breath. "I can only stop it for so long."
The man was in seconds heard throughout the entire building. "Evacuat the building immediately. This is not a drill. Evacuate the building."
The crowd that overtook the room Harry was sitting in was astronomical. He was amazed by their amount of employees and visitors leaving the permissive. Finally the crowd thinned till Harry and the man he had first saw were the only to left in sight.
"Do you need help getting out yourself?" the man asked in worry.
"No." Harry gasped. "Go now." The man hesitated but did as Harry asked flooing away. Harry stood shaking and touched the wall he'd been next to leaning on it with his forehead. He scanned the building for living people. There was only one. Harry pulled back from the wall and apperated away. When the building he had been standing in moments before shook and collapsed in on itself only one person was harmed.
Harry grinned from where he was lying on the ground trying to recover from the sheer amount of magic he'd used in the past few hours.
Within minutes the men who had evacuated the ministry realized one of their prisoners was missing. Three apperated back to where the ministry building used to stand. The pile of ruble no, more then five feet tall, from the building of so many stories didn't leave much hope in finding an alive Albus Dumbledore.
Harry landed at Hermione's home. He walked to the door and pushed it open. "Wakey wakey." he taunted. He walked into the room looking for the girl he'd left laying on the ground.
"Wonderful, you decided to return. I was wondering if you were going to make this difficult." Harry's head snapped to the woman waiting in the room.
"Bellatrix." He hissed. He instantly sent a wandless spell at her and fell to the ground unconscious.
"Poor little boy. Did you really think I would not have precautions set up?" she asked laughing wildly.