Time for Punishment

Ch. 2 Punishment

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Authors note: The final re-edit of this story is going up before I jump back onto more important stories that also need updates and or re-edits as well. Rita as former Green Ranger? And Zordon, a former Red Ranger? Say what? Zeo crytals already? Oh hell no! Be sure to check out the buzz of the new Ranger movie coming out in March of next year, and as I said before for all you Tommy/Kimberly fans, you might as well forget it, as in the cannon series of Zeo, a special Christmas episode, Tommy was shown in a future timeline, married to Catherine with an unknown amount of children and several grandkids. And as for Kimberly, it's obvious in Turbo: a movie, she and Jason have a possible thing going on and a possible future in store for themselves. So, for those who observed the smooching going on between Jason and Kim, so what. Let it go.

Anyhow, getting back on track, here's the final update for the night before getting back onto my other work. Enjoy, and please, keep the comments clean. I'd hate to sick the Punisher on you. PEACE!

Ch. 2 Punishment

"Has there been any word from Snape?" a female voice asked from the elongated rectangular wooden table. She sat next to her Lord's chair on his right as she was one of his most trusted Lieutenants. Bellatrix Lestrange-Black was a once beautiful woman who undoubtedly was a looker once upon a time. But in her service to her 'Lord', has left her, somewhat in a single word, insane and maddeningly, unworthy of a second glance. Hair as black as just like her maiden name with a figure to die for with a frighteningly deranged look that could drive away almost any man, or in which any man save for her 'Lord' would die a most painful and excruciating death should they attempt to come near her or even think of touching her. Even her husband barely ever touched her. And that was saying something.

"No, and the Dark Mark has paled considerably since our Lord paid the Potters a visit." Lucius Malfoy spoke up as he and undoubtedly, other Death Eaters had felt him through their Dark Marks, disappear or vanish, however it may have happened.

He would have said more, but his head snapped to the side. He felt a tremor, a slight one, since as Head of the Malfoy family, he was connected to the wards. He paid good money to have the wards placed upon his home, and yet never thought someone could breach them. As quickly as the wards tremor came, it dissipated. 'Had someone managed to enter his home? Had someone or something bypassed his wards?'

Shaking his head at the thought and scoffing to himself, he shook off those thoughts, and yet it didn't go unnoticed as another fellow Death Eater asked, "Problem, Lucius?"

"No. No, of course not. For a moment, I thought someone had bypassed my wards and entered my home. And yet, as quick as it came, the sensation vanished. This happens when a stray animal brushes against the wards. It's nothing." And yet, even he wasn't too sure of it himself. With the Dark Lord gone and having yet to return, is it possible that he may be wrong, and has the Dark Lord been defeated?

Once again, he found himself mentally scoffing at the idea.

Many of the Death Eaters within the main hall of Malfoy Manor began to relax as they began to talk among themselves, when suddenly, the brightly lit floating candles within the room that floated over the table, blew out as if by a powerful brush of wind. There were many a gasps as various Death Eaters began to panic, and then there was the sound of scuffling that some assumed could have been the sound of everyone rising to their feet as chairs were pushed back, when suddenly, moments later, there was light.

But this was not the light they had been expecting as it was a burning red light that shined or flared before them, coming from some form of red flaming candle that hissed loudly, in a much more higher sound than that which a snake would make, held in the left hand of a man standing upon the center of the table of which they had sat moments ago, standing tall and imposing as he looked around and glaring menacingly at all of the occupants within the room until his eyes landed on Bellatrix first, and then fell on Lucius next.

To everyone within the room, he was wearing some form of cloth-like black armor that covered every portion of his body, bathed in the red light itself, with black gloves, and boots. And yet, his head was uncovered to reveal a young man within his early adulthood with a messy black ravens nest of hair. He had powerful cheek bones and a squarish chin. Due to the redness of the sparkling candle object in his hands, they couldn't decipher more upon what this man looked like as the candle could only show what they were able to see. But what did scare them, was a white skull painted on his chests armor. On the top right hand side of the skulls head, was a lightning bolt.

Everyone within the room shrieked and covered their eyes as the object in the mans hand was hurting their eyes. The man then dropped to a knee quickly and slammed the sparkling object into the table, where it remained right side up as he then quickly stood and began to move forward, stomping his way to the head of the table, stomping on and sometimes over the various fine china plates and expensive cups lining the table, breaking some of the dishes and cups in the process. Dropping to a knee before Lucius, the man pulled out a black knife from his boot, and with one quick swipe of his blade, removed Lucius's head before the man could think straight to even raise his arm and wand and or to point it at the assassin. The bloody head fell and rolled backwards, hitting the floor with a smack as the stump that was his neck, began to shoot blood in every which direction before and after the body slumped to the floor.

Bellatrix began to shriek and already had her wand out and pointed, and yet, the man grabbed her head with his boots as he dropped and leaned to the side in order to better grab her head, and snapped it thrice in different directions in the way the human neck was never meant to, causing her body to slump forward after he let her body go and hit the table before she fell to the right side of her chair, next to the table. Another Death Eater tried to draw his wand on the killer, only to receive the blade that took Lucius's head off, slam into the crown of his own head, causing him to die with an expression of utter shock as he fell to the floor bonelessly, but not before the knife was removed from his head and re-sheathed in the mans booted heel.

The brightness of the rooms current light began to go out as the man snapped another Death Eaters neck after throwing a dull table knife into anothers left eye, eliciting a scream of pain that was silenced seconds later as the man tackled the Dark Wizard with a clothesline, dropping him, then stood back up and stomped the dull knife even further into the mans skull while crushing his face in the process.

When the light finally died, the candles within the room came back on as whatever spell he had on the room, was canceled out. Whatever this meant for the others, didn't mean anything for the attacker as he threw out more knives, but these being black edged throwing knives, hitting all of their targets. The remaining Death Eaters began to rally and take up position at the doors of the main entrance located in several areas of Malfoy Manors main dining hall, and yet, the doors would not open, and so, in desperation, they turned and attempted to lash out killing Curses and borderline dark curses and spells at the attacker who then jumped back onto the table, dodging the curses and with momentum from his arms and hands, threw himself upward and hooked his feet onto the chandelier that hung over the Malfoy's table and pulled his body upward, as the spells and curses missed him by inches.

He then grabbed two objects from his back that he then drew on them, extended his upper body downward, and fire began to spark from the muzzles of the weapons in his hands, followed by loud bangs per each spark as the chandelier turned allowing him to fire his weapons a full 360 degrees, metal casings flying from the weapons and to the floor after every fire. Many of the Magical Terrorists fell as their bodies betrayed them, their bodies riddled with balls of metal as they impacted the Death Eater bodies, those hit, screaming and gagging as they were hit and fell. All whom were hit, died in puddles of their own blood. Those that survived somewhat, but could not stand, tried dragging themselves to the door to escape, and yet, did not get very far as they were slow to move due to their wounds.

The vigilante then loosened his legs grasp of the chandelier as he dropped from candle holding metal ring and onto his back, allowing him to roll to his feet as he ejected something from the bottom of both of his weapons and slotted replacements where the other objects once occupied.

Moments before

Harry James Potter was a man on a mission as he quickly bypassed the weakest section of the wards surrounding Malfoy Manor. Thanks to Dobby giving him the layout of Malfoy Manor before he backtracked through time, he knew where to go once he entered the property.

Sticking to the shadows, he slowly made his way through the manor, heading in the direction of where he felt the most magical energy currently remaining in one spot. Making his way towards what he knew from memory to be the dining room where the collection of Dark Witches and Wizards were situated, he saw two Wizards he could not identify, guarding the white double doors that bared the Malfoy family crest on both doors.

Pulling out of a side pocket a specially designed palm sized crossbow with a targeting laser, the weapon was magically charmed to instantly reload after every dart was released. As silently as he dared, he cocked the crossbow into place and activated the laser sighting. The laser landed on one of the Death Eaters throat. The man must have seen the red laser and become curious as he leaned forward and squinted his eyes, as if to see through the darkness. The unknown dark wizard barely had a chance to gasp out as he grasped his neck. Blood seeped out of his neck and between his fingers.

As he was falling to his knees, Harry didn't waste any time to re-aim the weapon as it magically reloaded itself, and shot the other guy before he could raise his wand and or cry out in warning for those within the other room. Like his fellow Death Eater, he too fell to his knees slowly after grasping his neck, his lifes precious blood seeping through his fingers and then flowing out from between his lips, and a second later, he slumped forward as he lay dying.

The Dark Avenger put the safety on and pocketed the weapon, quickly made his way over to the dying men and removed the wands from their person, snapping them both in one go. He made sure both men were dead before he turned his back to the doors.

Focusing on the doors, Harry then slipped an audio/visual cable beneath the doors that he then hooked up to the wrist screen that was strapped on his arm. He got a full grasp of how many men and women were inside and recognized the younger versions of several of the people inside the room, from the Carrows, to Bellatrix Lestrange, and then finally settling his sights on Lucius Malfoy. Once he had the visual information he needed, he quickly, yet quietly, pulled the cable back and then as silently as possible, grasped the handle on the left door, and slowly opened the door only slightly.

He had enough room to throw a black ball that he charmed to make noiseless as it rolled as he quickly shut the door without worrying about anyone hearing the creaking. Counting to five, he then slipped on a pair of military issued night vision goggles, entered the room, closed the doors behind him, and cast his own brand of locking charms on the door.

Through the goggles, he noticed everyone had risen and was pointing their wands every which way. There was one guy standing in front of him, yet couldn't see him due to the darkness that the marble sized object provided, as well as the fact that though he was wearing dark material wear, he was also crouched. Harry waited as the guy had continued to turn around, allowing him an opening where he then grabbed the guy from behind and put him in a choke hold, a hand covering his mouth and nose at the same time while an arm cut off the guys oxygen. With a jerking motion, he snapped the guys neck and slowly lowered him to the floor.

Since his boots were charmed to be silent, Harry began walking to and quickened his pace as he then jumped onto the table. Making his way to the middle, he removed the goggles and placed them in his space expanded pouch that was connected to his belt, pulled out a flare, and ignited it while making sure to look away as the red flames 'hissed' into life.

His eyes then opened and turned, locked onto Bellatrix Lestrange, and then once more gazing upon the visage of Lucius Malfoy, glaring at the man with pure malice. He then turned his eyes on everyone else and went to work, doing what he set out to do.

Real time

He continued to fire on the now defenseless Dark Wizards and the few Dark Witches that there was, such as when his eyes landed on the Carrows who escaped his wrath by hiding off to the side of the room, Alecto in her brothers Amycus's arms, as he was trying to protect her with his own body as he growled out in a menacing tone, "You're all going to die tonight."

Harry wasted no time and fired a single shot at the mans head from where he stood. Walking from the edge of the table in which he stood, he dropped from the said table and landed feet first onto the floor. He wasn't surprised to hear Alecto cry out for her brother as Harry fired on the remaining Death Eaters on the floor near her who were slowly dying and or dragging themselves to the door in the vain hopes of escaping as he walked over to her, but only after noticing that Alecto remained who by now was kneeling and crying over her brothers corpse. He almost missed the man under the table,...almost.

"Amycus." she cried. "Amycus, please, get up." she cried for a few moments, shaking his dead corpse, until she found an herself pausing and whimpering as she felt a hot, burning, object lying against her head, a 'click' sound heard as she raised her hands as she realized the danger she was now in and the power of the weapon the man who killed everyone in the room had, her tears falling down her face due to the loss of her brother.

"Get up." A dark, foreboding voice demanded. The voice so rough, that she knew she was moments from dying. She rose to her feet as he then said, "Slowly." when she did so, he then said, "Turn around."

As she turned to face him, she wasn't able to make out the face of her brothers killer at first until she looked again and swore she was looking at James Potter himself, only his eyes were wrong. His eyes matched that of Potters wife, the mud-blood Lily Potter-Evans.

"Do you worship any deities? Any Gods?"

"N-No...No." she said, whimpering.

"Pity!" was all he said as he pulled the trigger and her head jerked back after a loud 'bang', her body collapsing next to and joining her brothers seconds later.

Harry took a moment to look upon the room after Alectos body fell next to that of her brothers and didn't fail to notice a figure kneeling beneath the table, his wand in his hand, yet too petrified to move. Harry, recognizing the young version of Barty Crouch Jr., summoned him out from underneath the table and to his foot. The Death Eater crying out as he slid from beneath the table and under the mans boot as it clamped down on his throat. He then proceeded to relieve him of his wand, and with a flex of his thumb, snapped the magical foci. "Barty Crouch Jr. Your father would be displeased with your choice of friends and servitude to a false Lord."

"Shut...up." he choked, desperately trying to gasp for air as he shot back, "You...'ack'...know nothing." he struggled. "M-My Lord...has done things to...stave off...Death."

"Something I intend to rectify. I know what he has done. I don't need your input." Pointing his weapon at the head of the younger Crouch, he then said, "With your death, a family gets to remain together as they should have instead of being apart." With a squeeze of the trigger, Barty Crouch Jr.'s upper crown exploded with brain matter and blood flying all over the floor. He squeezed off another round, just to be sure.

Double checking to make sure no one was alive within the room and pumping an extra round in each of their skulls in order to be sure, he then snapped a finger, and a red plastic gas can shimmered into existence and began to soak all of the dead bodies with the flammable liquid. He removed the charms he placed upon the doors and opened them, stepping out of the room, the gas can following him from the air, splashing the gas all over the place. He heard a set of thumps come from above, and turned his eyes to a set of stairs to the right. With a raised palm, he paused the trailing object and lowered his weapon to his side as he slowly and silently ascended the steps, thanking himself for silencing charms that he still had on his boots. He quickly deduced the person on the second floor must have been Narcissa Malfoy-Black as he heard the sound of more whimpering and a babies cry from one of the rooms on the left of the second floor. Stopping just outside the door, he slowly reached for the doors handle while remaining against the wall instead of kneeling behind the door itself.

With a quick turn, the door opened a few centimeters as he hunched back against the wall. He was glad he did as the door exploded, forcing him to look away so that none of the debris would hit his face or harm him.

"Narcissa Malfoy-Black." he called out as he turned back a few seconds later.

"What do you want?" came her frantic voice with a tinge of fear in her tone.

"I'm guessing that you and your son are the manors only remaining occupants, correct?"

"Wh-Why?"

"Just answer the question. Are you and your son the manors only remaining occupants?"

"And if we are?"

"Then you have a choice, stay here and die, or you can leave, and give your son a better future than the one your husband and his 'Lord' had planned. Either way, Lucius and everyone within the main dining hall are already dead, as is your sister Bella." he explained. "This is your one and only chance to save your sons soul from the taint of his fathers influence."

"How do I know you'll let me and my son go?"

"I don't kill children. You were forced into a marriage that you were never wanting, a marriage devoid of love, but was forced into in order to keep both your name and your dignity, regardless of how you felt. With Lucius dead, you can finally be free and raise your son to be a better man than his father, with a better future awaiting him. You will also be free to find a man to call your own and learn to love, just as your sister Andromeda has. Now, I'm going to put my weapon away and come into your field of vision so that you can see that I am unarmed and willing to escort you out of Malfoy Manor."

"Why would you do that?"

"Because, I'm going to burn it to the ground." he said as he ran a hand over his face, replacing the make-up concealment that he removed earlier that night while holstering his gun. He then stood and with his hands raised, walked into her line of sight. The moment he laid eyes on her, he noticed how beautiful she looked, with the Black family hair with a bit of blond highlights, a figure that showed how well kept of a body she maintained as she had an hourglass figure hidden behind a dark tasteful dress with baby Draco wrapped in a bundle of green within her arms.

"Who are you?" she demanded to know as she had her wand trained on him while trying to keep hold of her son who was wailing and moving around while in her arms.

"It doesn't matter who I am, but what I'm going to do. Is there anything you need before we go?" he counteracted.

Just because he was now unarmed, didn't make him any less dangerous. She had been around dangerous men all her life, and if he did kill her husband and sister like he said he did, he must have been trained to be the Alpha Predator as she knew that if she chose to attack, there was no doubt he would end her while her sons fate would be uncertain. She had to think of her son. Without any further choice, she summoned a sack to her person, wherein it remained floating in midair as she summoned many things into the bag, the items shrinking as they flew into it.

To him, her magic capabilities was impressive as furniture, clothes, jewelry boxes, baby Draco's playpen, crib, and toys, all flew into the sack before it sealed itself and remained hovering in the air as she lowered her wand arm and grabbed the sack with some loose fingers and slipped the small purse in her dress, between her lovely breasts that Harry found a hard time not looking at as she did so.

Turning his eyes to the side just slightly, he asked, "Where is your husbands library and study? Does he have any hidden rooms or anything that he uses to keep dangerous items in or innocent humans and or creatures?"

"Why?"

"The so called Dark Lord entrusted a diary into his care. I believe you know what a Horcrux or Phylactery is? Also, I don't really know how deranged Lucius really was, but I do know that he could be a very sick man at times."

"He didn't?" she gasped in shock and disgust after hearing of the Horcrux, while her visage paled just a bit more than she already was as she realized the gravity of what her husband had taken into their home. She knew of 'Horcrux's' since the Black family had many books that were labeled 'Dark' because of the content they discussed. It was sickening to think of how far a man would go to cheat Death itself.

"He did." he confirmed. "Lucius would have used it to possess a child while your son was within his second year of Hogwarts, placing him and every child within the school in grave danger."

"How...?" she asked when she realized something with the way he explained it, "You're from the future!"

"I am." he confirmed with a nod. "The hidden rooms. Do you know if he kept unwilling prisoners of humans, creatures, or anything out of place within your home?"

"Dobby." she called out quickly.

"Yes, Mistress." a small fearful voice called out as a small, young, house elf version of Dobby in a now dirtying pillowcase-like sack to cover his dignity, 'popped' into existence. She then proceeded order Dobby to retrieve the said diary once Harry gave him the name on the cover of the diary and further aided him to sense the dark magic that the diary oozed with. Dobby did as his Mistress said and then disappeared for a moment and returned a second later with the diary in his has hands that he then dropped and backed away from. Summoning the diary into his hands, Harry retrieved his soul gem from his pouch and held it to the offending book, wherein it glowed a disgustingly dark aura, with a scream of defiance, with a dark "Nnnnnooooo!" it cried out. But it cries were in vain as the gem succeeded in its ability and job to absorb the soul within the book until the magic and soul within was no more. She then ordered the elf to show them the location to Lucius' private room, thanking Merlin and other deities that there was no one or thing within the room that shouldn't be there except his Death Eater robes, mask, and dangerous potion ingredients banned in Europe and most of the world.

Narcissa watched in fascination as the man had pocketed the gem and then after being shown the location of the secret room and how to enter it, he, with Narcissa's blessing, set it aflame, tossing the now harmless diary in it for good measure. She looked at him in a new respective light as he ended a dark chapter of her life. Once he was finished with what he set out to do, Harry then turned and nodded at her, "Have Dobby leave this place and await your call while ensuring he never returns here." She did as he directed and when the House Elf disappeared, he then asked, "You ready?"

"Y-Yes." she replied as he held a hand out and she took it. He led her to the first floor and out the doors of the manor wherein the gas can that remained within the foyer, floating in the air, proceeded to wet the entire first floor with the flammable liquid for a few minutes and then followed the three individuals outside.

With a wave of his hand, Harry vanished the can and with a snap of his fingers, produced a tongue of flame over his thumb that he then tossed onto the wet trail of gas that had followed him, Narcissa, and her son. The Lady Malfoy watched as the flame trailed into the house and minutes later, set it ablaze.

"Where will Draco and I go now? Where will we live?" she asked as she held her son to her to her breasts, defensively, while the house began to glow brighter as the flames that consumed the Manor grew and began to get hotter.

"You have another sister, remember? Andromeda Tonks?" he replied.

"Yes."

"Then there's your answer." he said as he then disappeared with a resounding 'crack'.

She stood rooted to the spot, watching as her former home became fuel for the fire that now engulfed it completely as she too then disappeared with a 'crack' moments later with her son in her arms.

For the remainder of the night, too exhausted to continue as he had, he returned to the Potter home in Godrics Hollow, where James was waiting for him. Seeing his son and the blood splattered all over his body and the tiredness the killing had produced, James took his sons worn body and held it in his arms in support, as he apparated them home to Potter Manor where James, with help from Lily, got him to a guest room, stripped him of his armor and weapons, and proceeded to cleanse his body as he was by now unconscious. After dressing him, James offered to stay and watch over their son, but Lily would have none of that as someone needed to watch over their sons younger self. Lily wanted to stay as she knew that there was a chance her grown son would awaken within the middle of the night, no doubt screaming with uncontrollable nightmares, and she wanted to be there to be his shield against the said nightmares.

Allowing his wife to win this argument after she explained the concept of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, or PTSD, he kissed the crown of his sons head and left the room a minute later while Lily climbed in the bed and pulled his body against her own. As she fell asleep that night with her aged son in her arms, she failed to take into account that her sons emotional baggage and nightmares would force him to unconsciously grab onto something for support, in this case her as his arms did indeed wrap around her and hold onto her tightly as her presence soothed and chased away the demons that plagued her aged child as he slept.

Well, once more, here is the last chapter of this story to be re-edited, as promised with more stories and chapter updates to come. I'm going to try and finish my Flash/Quicksilver sometime either tonight or later this week. Can't really promise which. Until next time.