The Bounty

by monbade

Harry meets the most dangerous person he could ever meet. He meets a squib who reads and this squib helps Harry get over Cedric's death and gives him a trunk full of information that he's collected over sixty years. Voldy better look out, for the Bounty has been placed on his butt and their out to collect. was going to be 5 chapters but more now.

5. Chapter 5

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Harry Potter

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The Bounty

Ch 5

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NOTES: None but thanks for the reviews. Now for the chapter.

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This will probably be only about 4-5 chapters and I have the first 13k written. Enjoy.

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Voldemort sat on his thrown reading the paper. His blood was boiling as he read and then he looked at Wormtail who had brought him the paper, "CRUCIO!" he snarled and the curse slammed into Peter's face and he started screaming. Whipping the wand around, he fired the curse at Charles Avery. Standing up he cursed every one of his servants who was in the room, "That is a lesson to you all. If any of you think of betraying me. I'll make you wish you and your family had never been born. Do I make myself clear?"

"Avada Kedavra!"

Voldemort turned and dodged the green curse that flew by him and hit one of the newer recruits. His wand came up and he casually said, "Avada Kedavra!" and the green beam hit Peter in the chest.

Turning back to his followers, Voldemort looked at them as he let out a deep breath. Walking towards Charles Avery he reached up with his left hand and poked him in the chest, "You have two days to find Potter and bring him to me," whirling he snapped at the rest of the men in the room, "That goes for all of you. I want Potter here in forty-eight hours alive. Do I make myself clear?"

The fourteen men in the room bowed as they replied, "Yes master. It shall be done."

Voldemort watched his followers back out of the room and called for his familiar as he sliced up Peter Pettigrew's body, "Come Nagini and feast."

The giant snake slithered out and started swallowing the sliced up corpse as Voldemort sat on his thrown and thought of what he was going to do to Harry Potter.

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The brown post owl swooped in the window, clutched in its beak was a red envelope that it quickly dropped on the kitchen table as Harry was eating his breakfast. Before he could reach over and grab the letter it changed into a pair of lips.

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"HARRY JAMES POTTER! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS? WHY DIDN'T YOU COME TO THE HEADMASTER AND TELL HIM WHAT YOU WERE PLANNING? WHAT WERE YOU THINKING WHEN YOU LEFT YOUR FAMILY HOME? VOLDEMORT IS SHURLY LOOKING FOR YOU AND YOU BETTER GET BACK THERE BEFORE HE OR HIS FOLLOWERS FIND…"

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Harry set his wand down as he watched the shredded remains of the letter and Hermione's rant settled to the table. Picking up his fork he took another bite of eggs as he watched Dobby finger his ears trying to get them to stop ringing. With a snort, he shook his head as he said, "Same old Hermione. Follow the headmaster in everything but screw your four years of friendship."

Harry pulled out a sheet of parchment and started writing. When finished he tapped the paper and said, "Sonorus Ira, Hermione Granger," and the letter turned red.

"Hedwig old girl, could you deliver this to Hermione when she's alone for me," Harry asked his white familiar.

Hedwig bobbed her head and flew over and grasped the letter in her claws.

Harry watched as she flew out the window and turned back to his family grimoire and started reading about some of his family magic. Flipping through the pages, he read the names of the family spells and wasn't until he was halfway through the book the front legs of his chair hit the floor and he gasped out, "Bloody hell. That would hurt," he said as he started memorizing the spell.

Five kilometers away, Hedwig circled a building humans couldn't see but she could. Searching for her target, she felt her in a room on the third floor and dove towards the open window.

"Damn was that what they called a Howler?" Patrick asked coming into the room, I heard it all the way in the armory."

"Yes it was, and I sent her one back," Harry replied with a snicker.

Shaking his head, he said, "Well I have all the memories of weapons you need to see ready to go by the pensive. So when you're ready, I'll walk you through them."

"Thank you, Patrick. Patrick, I have a question for you."

"Ask away lad," Patrick replied as he sat down.

"How can you use a wand being a squib?" Harry asked.

"That's easy to answer; I have enough magic in me to do potions and extract memories and activate the trunk. But to cast spells, I don't have enough magical energy," he replied with a sigh.

"Oh… I'm sorry. It must hurt to see me do what you cannot do," Harry said sadly.

"Ney lad, it doesn't, because I learned other skills, and I want to thank you for sending your elf to bring me here to help you in your fight against evil," Patrick replied as he patted Harry's shoulder.

"Well, after what you told me what you did during your lifetime, how could I not learn from your experience?" Harry said with a smile and stood up, "Well come on and show me what you want me too…"

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Hermione looked up as she heard the sound of wings and spotted the snowy white owl that was Harry's familiar and then she saw the smoking red envelope clutched in her talons that she dropped in Hermione's lap. Hermione look at the envelope in her lap and flicked it out of her lap where it landed on the floor and turned into a pair of lips.

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"HERMIONE, HOW DARE YOU DICTATE MY LIFE! WHY WOULD I COME TO ALBUS FUCKING TO MANY NAMES DUMBLEDORE? HE HAS DONE NOTHING FOR ME. HE DISREGARDED MY PARENTS WILLS. HE NEVER HELPED CLEAR SIRIUS. HE BLOCKED MY POWERS AND ABLITIES. HE DENIED MY HERITAGE, MY PARENTS LEGACY. HE HID MANY THINGS FROM ME THAT HE WAS LEGALY BOUND TO TELL ME WHEN I WAS ELEVEN. DID HE DO SO? NO. HE SENT ME TO MY ABUSIVE MUGGLE RELITIVES WHERE THEY ABUSED ME FOR TWELVE YEARS. ASK HIM ABOUT THE PROPHECY HE WAS SUPPOSED TO TELL ME, BUT HAS KEEPT HIDDEN FROM ME. SO HE CAN GO SHOVE A LEMON DROP UP HIS…"

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The red envelope disintegrated as a Reducto hit it.

"Damn, you really pissed him off," Sirius said as he put wand away.

Hermione hung her head and replied with a whisper, "Thank you, Sirius and I guess I did," as tears started running down her face.

"Why did you send him a howler?" Sirius asked.

"He shouldn't have run away. He's all alone out there with You-Know-Who after him. I'm afraid that…"

"Ahhh I see. You do know that he loves you," Sirius said as he sat down beside the young girl.

"As a friend, as a sister…"

"And whose fault is that if he doesn't see you as the smart and beautiful witch that you are? Have you told him you love him?" Sirius asked as he reached out and lifted the girls chin with one of his fingers.

"Mine," Hermione replied with a sniff and then she wiped her eyes.

"Then tell him. Tell him you love him and you want to be his, because he needs that love and not a love of a sister but the love of a woman," Sirius said as he stood up.

"I will," Hermione replied with a smile and stood up and hugged the ex-fugitive, "Thank you, Sirius."

"Welcome," Sirius said with a smile as he walked out of the room whistling as Hermione crossed to the desk and sat down.

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Harry was reading one of his family grimoire's when Hedwig flew in and dropped an envelope on his lap. Setting the book aside, he turned it over to see Hermione's neat hand writing.

"I wonder what she wants, now?" he said as he opened the envelope and pulled out a thick letter.

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Harry,

As I sit here writing this, tears are running down my face for what I said and the reason I'm writing is thanks to Sirius who said some things to me. First, I want to say I'm so sorry about the howler. I should have never listened to Professor Dumbledore. I have spent the last few hours going over everything I've read about what you have had printed in your newspaper and I'm appalled that I never noticed you were abused. For that, I'm sorry. I should have seen it and I guess I was blind. I'm also appalled that Professor Dumbledore would send you back there every year and never check on you. Two, I should have never listened to him when you asked for news, you have every right to know what's going on and a letter could have been passed to you by the guards around the Dursley home or even sent in the post. Once again, I'm really sorry and I hope no I pray we can still be friends and more I hope for Sirius made me realize that I love you. Yes, I love you. Not as a brother or family member. I love you Harry James Potter from deep in my soul and I pray that you love me as well, but if not. I can understand that you may not have the same feelings for me as I do for you. I wish I could hold you and give you a hug and a kiss and apologies in person to you. So all I ask is for you to stay safe.

All my love

Hermione.

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"Well Hed, should we send her a portkey?" Harry asked as he looked at his familiar.

"HOOT!" Hedwig replied as she turned to look at her master from her perch.

"You think so?" Harry asked and the bird shook itself, "I see, maybe we should send Dobby to bring her here?"

"Hoot!"

"Ok, that's what we'll do. I better send her a letter first and make sure she wants to come," Harry said as he stood up and walked to his desk where he pulled a sheet of parchment out and started writing his response to Hermione's letter. When he was finished he stuffed it in an envelope and held it out.

"Hedwig, can you take this to Hermione?" he asked.

Hedwig lifted off from her perch and grabbed the letter with her talons. Before Harry could turn around, she was out the window and heading to her destination.

"Letter for your girl?" Patrick asked as he looked up from his reading.

"I think so… Patrick can I ask you a question?" Harry asked as he turned to his friend.

"Sure, fire away," Patrick replied as he set down his book.

"How do you know if you love someone?" Harry asked.

"Hmmm… that's a tough question to asked, but easy to answer. Does she make your heart race when you're with her? Do you feel depressed when she's not around or makes you want to go find her? Do you think of her a lot and does it make you smile? If so it sounds like love to me or that's how Abigail and I felt when we were separated," Patrick replied.

Harry sat there for a second, staring off into the distance before he responded, "Yeah she does."

"Then you love her," Patrick said as Dobby popped in.

"Dinner is served," Dobby stated as he bounced on his toes.

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Dumbledore was in his office when the wards for the school flared letting him know there was a large group of people approaching the main doors. Rubbing his tired face, he stood up. As he started walking to the door, he absently picked up a few of his precious lemon drops for the road. He started whistling a tune as he walked and met Severus coming up the stairs with an angry look to his face,

"Severus my boy what is wrong?" he asked.

Severus Snape came to a stop and spouted off, "That arrogant Potter sent Goblins here. They say they're here to harvest the corpse of the Basilisk he killed two years ago."

Dumbledore frowned as he wanted the corpse to harvest but Fawkes refused to take him to the chamber, "Well let's go talk with them and get this mess straightened out."

The two men headed down the stairs and soon reached the main doors where Hagrid was waiting with twenty goblins.

"Can I help you?" Dumbledore asked as he came into the room.

"We're here to render down Lord Potter's conquest of Salazar Slytherins Basilisk," one of the goblins replied.

"Who are you and the Basilisk belongs to the school," Albus stated.

"Not according the dangerous creature law of 1697. Any person who puts down a dangerous creature that has caused death or maiming will be entitled to the corpse of the creature. Since the Basilisk killed one person, said Myrtle Brown in 1943 and petrified a half dozen students two years ago and was slain by Lord Potter he has authorized us to recover said corpse. Now if you'll excuse me, we will be heading for the second floor girls bathroom to enter the chamber," the goblin stated.

"I cannot allow you free access to the school or the chamb…"

"You have no choice Albus, a women's voice said from the doorway.

Albus looked to the door to see Amelia Bones and four aurors, "Amelia what may I do for you?" he asked as his eyes twinkled.

"We're here to arrest Severus Snape for being a member of a terrorist organization," Amelia stated.

"Severus has my complete trust and he was exonerated for being a spy for the light," Albus said as the goblins moved to the side to get out of the line of fire..

"Then he has nothing to fear, "Auror Tonks, do your duty," Amelia ordered.

Nymphadora Tonks stepped up and said, "Professor Snape, I'm sorry but you're going to have to come with us where you'll be questioned under Veritaserum to prove your guilt or innocent. Your wand, Sir."

"I will…"

"Severus, give them your wand. Amelia I will be sitting in on the questioning and…"

"No you won't Headmaster because you have no business being there since you were dismissed by Fudge from the Wizengamot and the ICW. Snape, surrender your wand now or else," Amelia ordered.

Severus looked at the aurors and sneered as he handed his wand over, "This is Potters fault. I will get him for it," he snarled out as he was cuffed.

"Yes it was. He got the government doing its job. Albus, we will see you later," Amelia stated as her and her guards walked away with their prisoner.

Dumbledore watched as one of his friends was led away. Turning back to the goblins he saw they were gone and he took after them. Reaching the girls bathroom, he threw the door opened and found the room empty and the portal closing.

"Damn it!" he snapped out as he thought of the corpse of the basilisk and what it could have funded to the order.

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Deep in the ministry, a woman sat at her desk fuming. Her demotion had not sat well with her and she opened her desk drawer and pulled out an amulet. The black amulet had the image of Death on it and with a feral grin she put the amulet around her neck and left her office for the apparition point.

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