Chapter 5: All Must Die

A/N The rating for this story has changed to mature, just in case. Very mild sexual situation in this chapter.

I just found out about that line a lot of people use to separate chapters. Love it.

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It was the day Harry had been both anticipating and fearing. Today the Hogwarts school year started and he would take up his position as assistant teacher for Bellatrix. He nervously pushed away a lock of blond hair and turned towards her, grabbing a handful of floo powder from the jar on their mantelpiece.

"Remember, we need at least one or two allies in the student body. Try and see if you can find anyone useful for us."

Bellatrix rolled her eyes and slapped his hand out-of-the-way, grabbing some powder herself and tossing it into the fire. "Relax Potter, I know what I'm doing, don't be such a baby." Giggling at her own quip, she walked into the fire. "Hogwarts!"

Harry smiled slightly when she disappeared into the flames. Ever since that kiss he had asked himself what he thought of her. He knew her well enough to know she would crush any affection she had under her heel. Many years of conditioning had taught her to show no weakness to anyone. He however had no such training and would occasionally feel his heart flutter when she looked at him with those beautiful violet eyes. Her cruelty and insanity hardly phased him anymore. He was so used to it he couldn't even imagine her without it. Anyway he was probably a bit of both too.

Stepping into the fire, he closed his eyes and prayed to Anubis that all of this would work out in the end. Perhaps he could convince Bellatrix that it was a good idea to come live in a villa in France with him when it was all over.

Then, a swirl of green flame ripped his concentration from him.

Moments later he was spat out onto the floor of their new home. Azor had no experience with floo powder, so it would have been wishful thinking to believe he wouldn't inherit Harry's clumsiness with it.

Once he had wiped himself off he glanced up to see Bellatrix using a cleaning charm on her clothes. She looked at him and smirked before pointedly turning her back to him.

"Hey! Why aren't you using that on me?"

She turned around, a hand in front of her mouth, gasping in a surprise. Her eyes flickered with mirth as she swept the last of the ash from her pristine robes.

"But Jacob, I thought you didn't like magic."

He glared at her sourly before quickly looking around the room, huffing in annoyance. Ungrateful bint, he had given her back a youthful body - He ignored the fact that it had been an extremely painful process - and that was how she repaid him?

Pushing down his flash of irritation, he inspected the room carefully and smirked in approval. The wallpaper was dark brown with several slashes of red along the ceiling, while the floor was covered in a plush beige carpet. Their living space sported two desks and a comfortable looking black leather sofa as well as a low coffee table. On one side was a door labeled "Bedroom". While the door next to it led to their bathrooms.

"We should go down to the Great Hall if we want to be there in time for the feast."

Harry nodded and opened the door, bowing towards her with a cheeky grin. She shook her head and glared at him, but all the same swept past him into the hallway smacking him on the head as she went by. He yelped in annoyance and hurried after her, grumbling about 'abusive women' and 'not knowing her own strength."

Dumbledore had given them basic maps of the school for them to get used to before they arrived and they used that as an excuse to avoid an escort. They both immersed themselves in memories of their time spent at Hogwarts while walking down to meet their next challenge.

Harry sat in the library, a blood stained and dusty book in his lap. Inside were horribly accurate drawings of people writhing in pain, or in various stages of decomposition. At the top of the page, in fine script he could read 'Cruelest of Curses'. His eyes were red with fatigue and tears but he didn't stop reading. He was going to avenge Ginny whatever the consequences and he had just found the perfect spell to use when he found the dogs who had killed her...A dark grin crossed his face, but was quickly replaced by grief once more. How he missed his beloved Ginny.

Bellatrix ran down the hallways of Hogwarts, panting, her eyes shining with glee. She felt another wave of pain pulse from her forearm but instead of crying out she shuddered with pleasure. Her own mark, the mark of her master, it was hers! She didn't even notice the insidious tendrils of black magic spreading into her mind. They had little work to do, simply playing with her already obsessive loyalty and unstable mind, pushing her a bit farther on the road to insanity.

She cackled with glee, blasting an unsuspecting Hufflepuff out of her way. She was finally part of her Masters great plan!

They broke out of their individual reveries when they approached the still empty Great Hall. The students must have been making their way up towards the castle in the carriages by now. Neither spared a glance at the decorations festooning the room, preferring to focus on the people in front of them.

Surprisingly Dumbledore had still not taken his seat and was waiting for them in the middle of the hall with Severus next to him, along with McGonagall. The other teachers were already seated and inspected the new arrivals with interest. Most wondered if they would survive the year this time or if they would die horribly like their predecessors.

"Ah, there you are. I'm glad you could make it in time." Cried Dumbledore, looking a tad uneasy. He was dressed in his trademark purple robes with stars and planets sewn into them skilfully.

Harry tensed and glared at him, after all he was well within his rights too. The man had let a phoenix sing at him and that hurt! Dumbledore gave him a guilty look and turned to Bellatrix who smiled brightly. She was a wonderful actress.

"Hello Headmaster." Replied Bellatrix politely, inclining her head slowly towards McGonagall and Snape. She had to grit her teeth to stop herself from hurling invectives at the slimy snake who had betrayed her previous mast- Lord. He had messed it all up, he deserved to die horribly by her wand.

"Mister and Miss Sternstein, this is Deputy Headmistress McGonagall, and Potions Master Snape. I simply wished to have your permission to execute a few tests to make sure your use of Dark magic has not damaged you mentally."

Bellatrix's lips thinned and she brought her chin up haughtily, looking every bit the pureblood princess with her exquisite and expensive robes, accompanied by her arrogant demeanor.

"I believe I can tell for myself if I am mentally unstable or not, Headmaster." She said with enough venom to make a basilisk run away crying.

Harry nodded emphatically behind her and intensified his glare. Dumbledore looked a little hurt by their strong reaction but nodded slowly, taking a step back.

"Headmaster!" Protested Snape "They're obviously hiding something, let me do it." He drew his wand and pointed it towards Bellatrix, a vicious smirk on his face.

"Legi-" He stopped when Bellatrix blasted him back across the floor and fell into her usual dueling stance. Her eyes glittered dangerously and Snape recoiled even more. He had never quailed under Voldemort's stare, but this new teachers eyes held some unstable and cruel gleam in them that felt vaguely familiar, it was a look he associated with danger...If only he knew why.

"You would be wise to not raise your wand on my wife to be or myself, Snape." Snapped Harry, putting a hand on Bellatrix's shoulder, patting it slowly. He gave her a quick grin while McGonagall and Dumbledore were focused on helping Snape up, and mouthed 'good job'.

Dumbledore looked at all three teachers sternly, his arms crossed over his frail chest.

"You will not fight among yourselves like this, and Severus you will restrain yourself."

All three gave short nods and made their way towards the table slowly, eyeing each other murderously. It seemed as if even under disguise Harry couldn't avoid hating and being hated by Snape. The Potions Master looked right back at them, his wand hand twitching. He was convinced that there was something wrong with them, and he would find out what it was! After the war he should have been the one taking up the Defense Against the Dark Arts position!

The two new teachers sat between Professor Sinistra, who was eyeing them carefully, and an empty seat that would surely turn out to be McGonagall's. She had left moments ago to get the first years. Dumbledore's face fell at their apparent coldness, he had hoped they would have put his gaffe at the Christmas Ball in the past and forgive him, but that combined with Severus's mistake had only widened the rift.

"Well, the students should be here soon." He said with little joviality. Snape, Harry and Bellatrix ignored him, still shooting looks at each other.

And sure enough, not a few moments after he had spoken the students filtered in, slowly at first, then in a constant stream. They filled in all four tables quickly, chattering away happily while eyeing the two new people at the Teachers table warily. Soon the Deputy Headmistress marched in with her small crowd of first years.

Both new teachers saw Hermione and Ron wave at them and nodded shortly in their direction, not deigning to wave.

Harry smiled slightly when he saw the new students. While his Azor side mocked their obvious fear, Harry could relate to them and felt compassion. He could clearly remember being in the same position as them all those years ago, believing he had finally found a home where he would be loved and have friends. Well, perhaps he had had that for a while. His smile melted away as he thought of the recent betrayals, Bellatrix detected it and patted him on the thigh, winking at him. The feeling sent several shivers down his back and he flashed her a quick grin, his unease fading away.

The sorting was over quickly and Dumbledore rose, spreading his arms grandly.

"Welcome and Welcome back to Hogwarts. As you have noticed by now, we have two new teachers at the table. I would like to welcome Venus White and her fiancé as our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers. I am sure you shall find them to be able teachers, if their record as Dark Wizard hunters is anything to go by.

Bellatrix smiled and rose, bowing shortly to the students who now looked at her with a little awe and clapped enthusiastically. She smirked inwardly, Harry had spent a long time creating her new identity, which was probably some sort of obscure joke only he could understand. She noticed a large part of the male population looking at her hungrily and grinned at them as she sat down, earning a disapproving look from McGonagall. Honestly, couldn't that woman enjoy a bit of fun? She was as sour as when Bella herself was in school.

Dumbledore turned solemn. "Now, as you will know, this is a very special year. It is the first school year after the defeat of the Dark Wizard Tom Riddle."

The mood in the room dimmed considerably and the students settled down, looking up at Dumbledore intently.

"I would like to dedicate this feast to all those who have lost their lives in the fight to make this world a better place. Dig in!"

Harry and Bellatrix returned to their quarters a few hours before midnight, full and happy. Despite all the bad memories the people inhabiting Hogwarts brought up, both wizard and witch had done their best to ignore those they disliked and remember the good times spent in the castle.

As they entered their bedroom Harry stopped and coughed awkwardly. He turned to Bellatrix and grinned, his green eyes glimmering mischievously. "There's only one bed."

After a few moments of shock, a huge and dangerous grin spread across Bellatrix's face making a shiver run down Harry's spine. She slunk up to him, settling her two hands on his chest and shoving him back onto said bed, hard. He didn't resist, even though he was half ready to run away and hide, until the memories of Azor's countless nights of passion gave him the courage he needed. He remained wary though, Bella idea of fun could turn out to be extremely painful for the other party.

She carefully crawled on the bed straddling him firmly, her fingers crawling up his chest towards his neck. He gazed up at her in surprise but didn't complain. After all who would when a stunning and young-looking witch was sitting on your lap. He certainly couldn't deny he'd thought of this a few times though he never got his hopes up. He knew a sadist when he saw one, even if she was sane enough he didn't know if she was even capable affection. Lust was probably the best she had.

"Oh my.." She cooed, analyzing him closely. She had always been rather forward and had no shame in taking one night lovers in her stint as a Death Eater, but Harry was different. Perhaps a long-term lover if he was worth it? She pressed her beautiful body close to his.

"I guess we'll have to share then." She gave him a sultry look and a wiggle of her hips. She hesitated for but a moment. A woman had needs after all.

Harry didn't answer and simply slipped his hands around her slim waist, pulling her down into a deep kiss. Well, the year was certainly looking up.

They woke to the sound of the alarm. Harry slammed his hand down on it and groaned, turning back to wrap his arms around the warm body stirring next to him.

Warm body?

His eyes snapped his open and he was faced with a mess of luscious black curls. Suddenly the memories came rushing back and he grinned, leaning back contentedly as Bella snuggled up closer to him, murmuring incoherently.

Well they certainly had not slept much, and he didn't envy her, teaching with only a few hours of rest would not be fun. Maybe he should rub it in her face, then again maybe not if he wanted to sleep in a bed for the rest of term. While he debated on the pros and con of baiting her and waited for her to wake up, he rested his head on a pillow and looked up at the ceiling, trying to figure out his feelings for the woman next to him.

He knew he considered her a friend, of that much he was sure, but was there something more in their relationship, or where they simply friends with benefits? The Harry part of his mind hoped there was more, but he quickly scolded himself for being a hopeless romantic. If she wanted to take it farther, he wouldn't stop her but chances where that would never happen.

"Morning.." She purred, resting her chin on his chest and smirking. He smiled back and reached up to brush a few stray curls from her cheek, stroking it softly. A flash of irritation crossed her face and he pulled back quickly.

"Don't be getting soft on me Potter, this is just for the pleasure, nothing more."

Easily hiding his disappointment, he nodded and rolled out from under her, ignoring her huff of disappointment and whiney request to stay. He quickly dressed and looked down at her, sucking in a breath at her beauty. She really was a looker, good company too...

Shaking his head he cast aside such thoughts and focused on more important matters.

"I hope you enjoy your first day of classes, dear"

"You're coming with me, I am not going alone to my first class!" She said hotly.

"I have things to do." He replied haughtily, looking down at her and sniffing.

She rose slowly and stalked over to him until they were inches apart, her eyes boring into his. He could be as powerful as he wanted, she still managed to scare him.

"Yes you do. You. Are. Coming."

He went with her to her first class.

"As you are all well aware, the Dark Arts are not to be taken lightly. One moment of distraction, and suddenly, your skin has been removed, your brain melted and your bones broken."

The dark glint in Bellatrix's eyes sent a shiver down more than one students back, it was cold and unforgiving.

Bellatrix had hardly given the seventh year Gryffindor and Slytherin students the time to take out their quills before beginning the course.

A grin graced Harry's lips. She was notoriously impatient on the best of days and couldn't accept anything less than perfection, something he was acutely aware of. She had impressed that upon him in the months they spent together.

He stood in a corner, studying each face carefully. Somewhere in that group he was sure he would find a potential spy for himself and Bellatrix. He eyed a few of the boys for a long while, his hands slowly curling into fists. Of course, that had nothing to do with them eyeing Bellatrix hungrily, nothing at all.

"I hope for your sakes you have all revised your courses during the summer, I will not have any mercy for slack-"

She was interrupted by the door slamming open. Ron and Hermione tumbled into the room, faces flushed and clothes rumpled. Both barely glanced at Bellatrix and headed towards the only free table, near the Slytherins. They sat down next to Daphne Greengrass, who eyed Hermione with revulsion and edged closer to Tracey Davis.

Harry felt the sudden urge to break into insane cackles. If there was something Bellatrix hated more than sloppiness, it was lack of respect. His mood was brought to new heights when he saw the burn across one side of Ron's face. He was almost disappointed that he had survived, but scolded himself silently. His quarrel wasn't with Weasley, it wouldn't do to actively seek him out and kill him. But if he got in the way…

"And why, may I ask, are you two late for my class?" Said Bellatrix in a dangerously soft voice that even Snape would have a hard time replicating.

"Sorry Miss White, we took a wrong turn." Said Hermione.

"Ah..Yes..A wrong turn into a broom closet, if you appearance is anything to go by. Twenty points from Gryffindor."

"But!"

"No buts mister Weasley. You are late, you deal with the consequences."

Ron's face reddened and he opened his mouth again, glaring angrily only to be silenced by Hermione's hand on his knee and a warning look from Bellatrix. His jaw snap shut. Something in their teachers eyes made him nervous.

A few mutters ran up and down the Gryffindor side of the room, obviously they feared a new Snape. The Slytherins all looked at their teacher with renewed respect. Any teacher who was that harsh on the Gryffindorks was good in their books.

"Now, as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted." Ron ground his teeth in anger. "We will be practicing the very basic theory of wandless magic today, so I may be made aware any potential talent in the class. Next class we shall move onto low-level Dark Spells and how to counter their effects."

She turned to Harry and smiled sweetly at him, an evil glimmer in her eyes. He groaned and took a few steps forward his arms crossed over his chest, eyeing the class cooly. A look they returned curiously. He should have known this was coming, at least she owed him a favour now.

"My dear fiance has gladly agreed to have a demonstration with one student. Said student will duel him with his wand, while Jacob will be using nothing by his hands. Miss Granger, how about you volunteer?"

Of course, who else would she humiliate? He guessed he would have to make it entertaining for her, if he didn't want to face an angry Bellatrix later that day.

"Y-Yes Professor White." Said a surprised Hermione. She got up and took out her wand, walking up to the front of the class. The desks had been pushed back to give the two duelists some space. The muggleborn studied Harry nervously, trying to find out anything she could that would give her an edge. He looked straight back at her, his eyes cold and hard.

She flinched and bowed slowly.

"Begin!" Said Bellatrix happily.

Harry lifted a hand up and focused on the souls around him. Hogwarts was alive with them and he had no trouble bending a few to his will. He pushed down the natural urge to use spirit sight, so he could follow their movements and willed them to sweep Hermione's feet from under her.

"Stupe-" She fell on her face with a sickening crunch.

"Not good enough! If Jacob were a Death Eater you would be dead! Get up and keep going, the enemy won't be nice to you, I won't either!" Bellatrix barely managed to conceal her glee or her desire to hurt. It took all her self control to not crucio the filthy mudblood where she stood. The nerve of her! Soiling Hogwarts grounds and standing as an equal!

Hermione rose again, a hand trying to staunch the thick flow of blood coming from her shattered nose. She lifted her wand arm and opened her mouth, but once again Harry beat her to it and swept her up into the air pinning her legs and arms together. The unfortunate Gryffindor shrieked, this wasn't a paralyzing spell, she was sure she had felt a hand on her not a moment ago.

"I yield!" She cried out fearfully. A glance at Bellatrix and Harry let her fall to the floor with a thump, where Ron quickly tended to her nose and helped her up. Everyone in the class was eyeing Harry either with awe or fear, or both. His eyes must have show how much fun he had humiliating her, he had to work on his poker face.

Slow clapping came from the teacher's desk and Harry smiled, Bellatrix was happy, no ranting and slaps that evening.

"Excellent! Now, split up class." She said happily.

They spent the whole class trying to move a feather without a wand, needless to say they all failed miserably. Tempers were running high when they left the class and more than a few of the students cursed Venus White under their breath. Despite her looks and skill, she was more demanding than McGonagall!

"I swear they both enjoyed hurting you Hermione!" Hissed Ron, his face red with barely concealed fury and indignation.

"Don't be so immature Ron, I'm sure they just both enjoy teaching." She sounded unsure even to herself.

"I swear, if they try to do that again I'll get Dumbledore on their cases."

"He didn't bother with Snape, why would he now? Besides...At least they know their spells." Sniffed Hermione, trying to force down the blush on her cheeks. Thinking of her humiliation made them burn with shame, and where had she heard her teachers voice before? It sounded so familiar.

"He will bother, or I'll...I'll.."

"Oh be quiet and come have lunch."

Bellatrix burst through the door to her study and stomped into the bedroom. She threw her cloak onto the bed and turned around, stomping back out and up to a bemused Harry.

"Where were you at Dinner?"

"Hello to you too dear." He answered brightly, smiling up innocently.

Slap.

"Ow."

"Where were you?"

"Just busy, preparing something. No need to hit me…" He complained, rubbing his cheek ruefully.

"I wanted to hit you, Dumbledore was being annoying at the teachers meeting."

Harry's eyes hardened instantly and all traces of levity left him. He set down the notes he had in hand and looked up at her seriously.

Taking it as her cue to continue Bellatrix waved her hands around. "Just going on about how evil and bad and traitorous we were, and how he might still convert you back to the Light side…"

She paused and turned slowly towards him, a suspicious look in her vibrant violet eyes.

"You aren't planning to go back and bail out when it gets tough, are you?"

He rose and slapped her across the cheek, hard. His eyes were narrowed in fury and his lips were a barely visible line. Bellatrix jerked back and gasped in shock. She lifted a hand to her cheek and touched it with the tip of her perfect nails, feeling the burning skin. Never in their whole time together had he even tried to hurt her.

"I would think you might see me in a better light after all we've done together." He snarled, green fire burning in the depths of his eyes. He stalked forward to the stunned Bellatrix until their noses were inches apart.

"I will never...ever...return to them. I hold the memories of two lives in this body, and both scream for revenge. Don't insult me like that again."

He grabbed the notes he had been reading and threw them at her. She caught them by reflex and looked down in surprise, forgetting her building anger for the time being.

Harry took a deep breath and blew out slowly, his anger leaking out with the air. After a few moments spent calming himself he looked back up, his eyes flinty and cold.

"I was going to surprise you with those, but I'll just leave you to read it. I'm going out." With that he grabbed his own cloak and walked to the door, slamming it behind him forcefully. He didn't even notice the deep blue eyes that watched his every movement until he slipped around the bend.

Back in the room, Bellatrix slowly sat down and frowned. She had simply asked, he had no right to slap her like that! Had she not been so surprised she might have hit him for beating her. Slowly pushing a messy curl of hair back -for her disguise had faded off- she crushed her anger down and kept it for the next time she met her 'fiance'. Instead, she lifted the notes and began to read. The title drew another gasp of surprise from the normally cool and aloof woman.

"Dumbledore, Fudge, Umbridge..All must die."

A/N: Wow! It's already been a month since I posted my first chapter! All I can say is a very big thank you to those who have reviewed, followed or favorited my story. It really helps me keep going! We're nearly a third of the way through the story, so I expect the last chapter will come somewhere between the beginning and the end of January. (Maybe February.)

A special thanks to Redejeka for his/her continued reviews. They've been both uplifting and helpful, something for which I am grateful.

I'd also like to thank Pedobee for his/her support since Chapter 1, and SlythrinHermione for his/her long and idea filled reviews. I don't always adress every part of your PM's or Reviews, but that's because there's so much I forget some parts! (grins sheepishly)

Well, as a end of the month spoiler, expect some Toad next chapter. I'm sure you can figure out that hint. ;)

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