Hello again! I'm glad you guys enjoyed that last chapter as I enjoyed writing it. Now on to business. I'm going to go ahead and nip this in the bud right now. I do not condone underage sex nor do I condone child pornography! There, I covered my bases but I can't believe I forgot to put that in the last chapter's AN. Of course after 5000 words I was probably in a rush to get it out so I could rest my brain but that's no excuse. Now I'm going to do a 4 year time skip. Don't worry you will get some flashbacks here and there about their last three years but only the stuff I deem important. I'm kind of making it up as I go even if I do have the basic plot already thought out, it's just getting there that takes a while. I do enjoy myself though lol. Anyway, I am starting this chapter on October 27 (28 in about 20 minutes) so we'll see how long it takes to get this done. I doubt I'll do another 5000 word chapter but we'll see lol. Oh and as always, I do not own Harry Potter!

Chapter 11

A couple strolled leisurely down Diagon Alley holding hands and window shopping. One could say they were a normal couple if not for the fearful looks they garnered from each passersby as well as shop keepers. The dark mark proudly displayed on their forearms told of who they answered to, but it was the trade mark green eyes and the flaming red hair that told everyone who these particular deatheaters were, the Potters, the most feared deatheaters at Voldemort's command. Although the way they were acting at the moment, an outsider would never know that these two could kill you with a mere flick of the wrist. They had been nicknamed, "The Duo of Death". As corny as that name may sound, it applied well. No one had ever gotten into a fight with them and lived to tell about it. If they looked at you, you could feel the shiver run up your spine and the ball of fear that settled into your stomach. If they smiled at you, you were a goner.

Voldemort had little tolerance for treason, and if you're even suspected of it, the likelihood of seeing the next day went down to nil. Of course the Duo were never dispatched to kill you unless you were a particular sort. You had to be really dangerous to get the Duo of Death on your doorstep. It was a good way to discourage any resistance, especially since they usually displayed their kills for all to see, hanging the bodies from poles or nailing them to walls for all to see, before burning the bodies after a few days. Rufus Scrimgeor was the latest of their victims, killed in his bed with his family. The bodies had been left to rot, stuck to the wall of the Ministry for all to see. The stench had become so unbearable that Minister Lucius Malfoy had ordered the bodies burned and the place disinfected and cleaned to remove it.

The muggles had been surprised when deatheater attacks had begun happening in broad daylight, even attacking muggle officials. Not just in Britain either, Voldemort sympathizers had overthrown the government in Russia and with the Russian army at his back, Voldemort had taken Europe as well as the rest of Britain by storm, followed soon by the Americas, who had been the strongest resistance but could not stand up to the might that the Dark Lord had brought with him. Muggles had been enslaved and muggleborns were treated no better than house elves. Used as slaves in some homes, but most were never allowed near a wand or if they had one, it had been snapped. It had been all over the prophet when Voldemort was seen shaking hands with the new United States president, a pure blood in that country that would answer to Voldemort. The only ones that were allowed to give orders to anyone under Voldemort's influence were the Duo themselves.

The Duo in question were currently standing in front of the Apothecary shop, seemingly waiting for something, when suddenly, two red beams surged towards them, one right after the other. But the Potters were too quick and easily dodged. "Well now Moody, it's about time you struck, I was beginning to wonder if we'd have to go get you."

The man they were fighting stepped out into the light and one would say he was rather ugly. He had scraggly, thin hair. He had one wooden leg and a magical eye. He also had several scars along with a chunk of his nose that was missing. "I must say, you two surprise me. I didn't expect any of Voldemort's lackeys to know constant vigilance. The last 20 deatheaters certainly didn't."

Ginny laughed, sounding a little like her maniacal mother Bellatrix. "We're a little different from them Mad-eye. We're not rank amatuers. Now, shut up and fight you old codger!" She fired a quick stunner that was easily blocked but it was hard blocking two beams flying in at once so he blocked the first and barely dodged the next. He sent spells of his own but had to dodge and block the more sinister spells coming his way. He really should have known better than to hide out in the alley ways, they didn't make for good dueling grounds. So he did the only thing he could, he summoned a broom from the quidditch shop and leapt on it, trying to put a little distance between himself and his two attackers. He cursed when he saw them following on brooms of their own. He swore loudly when he noticed they were the Firebolt 3 model brooms. He did some advanced maneuvering but flying was never his strong point as was evidenced by his pursuers out flying him effortlessly. They would soon be upon him, he needed a plan and fast. He quickly dodged into muggle London, swerving around buildings and making random turns, trying to lose them but again he turned to find that they were nearly on him, grinning the entire way. He cursed again as he began firing spells at them, trying to throw them off when he felt a stunner collide with his back, sending him towards the ground where he was barely able to pull up enough to make a smoother landing in a park before hitting the ground, no longer able to fight the effects of the stunner.

He heard the Potters land behind him. "Well, that wasn't nearly the challenge that Yaxley made it out to be."

Harry snorted. "Everything is more complicated than it should be to Yaxley. If ever there was a buffoon, he would most definitely qualify. Oi Moody! Don't tell me you've clocked out already!"

Moody stirred, trying to get to his feet. "I-I'll n-never give in to d-deatheaters!"

Harry had a grin on his face. "That's good because we certainly don't want this to be too easy now do we Gin?"

Ginny had a matching grin on her face as she readied her wand to resume the fight. "No my dear husband we most certainly don't."

The Duo stood back and waited for Moody to get up, he turned to face death, his wand broken in the fall. He stared at them unflinching and unwavering. "Well! Get on with it then!"

Harry had to admire the man's fire. He pointed his wand at Moody, he had every intention of making this quick. But still, a little taunting was in order. "And here I thought you wouldn't give up to deatheaters!" He laughed as Moody just sneered.

"Giving up would be pleading and begging for my life and I have no intention of giving you the satisfaction!"

Ginny just sighed. "He's smarter than he looks Harry. Begging wouldn't work anyway, we hate beggars." Harry nodded thoughtfully. "Besides, we respect your fire too much to humiliate you. Oh sure, your dead body will be on display for a few days but that'll end when your stench offends poor Lucius' sensitive nose."

Harry snorted in laughter before growing serious. "Any last words Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody?"

Alastor looked defiant. "I know you two meet with Padfoot every now and then, tell him to relay a message to the old timer." Harry and Ginny nodded, understanding the hidden meaning.

After they received his message, a piece of paper that Harry levitated from Moody's hand and, after checking it for curses which made Moody smirk a little, read it quickly before stowing it away, Harry again had his wand aimed at Moody. "Alastor Moody, you are hereby sentenced to death for defiance of our Dark Lord and treason. Avada Kedavra!"The spell struck Moody right in the chest, ending his life. "Well, on to the next great adventure then Mad-Eye." Harry spoke softly, almost to himself.

Ginny was looking around in irritation. "What are you sods looking at!? Get on with your day!" The muggles that had accumulated to watch quickly dispersed. Ginny sighed again. "That was far too easy for my liking."

Harry snorted. "Well love, what did you expect? This is Yaxley we're talking about here. Now, help me apparate the body back to the Ministry. Lucius will want to see that one of the best Aurors and biggest Dumbledore supporter has been dealt with. Don't forget his wand, what's left of it anyway." Ginny nodded, pocketing the broken wand before the two disapparated with the body.

Ministry Of Magic….

Lucius rubbed his temples for the 30th time that day. He was about to snap on the annoying secretary that kept yapping about approval ratings, which they cared nothing about, when a loud pop was heard from the hall followed by a bit of commotion, mostly screaming coming from some of the female workers. Lucius leapt up, glad to be away from his secretary, and rushed to see what was going on. What he saw brought a grin to his face and erased what had been a strong headache. There stood Harry and Ginny Potter with the body of Alastor Moody between them that is until they tossed it on to the ground. Lucius looked giddy. "Mary! Floo call the Dark Lord immediately! He'll want to hear this!" Before the secretary could argue that her name was Jenny, she was ushered back to the office to make the call.

After the congratulations were given and everyone went back to work, Lucius Malfoy called them into his office. "Go to lunch Andy, leave us be." Jenny held her tongue as she went to lunch. After she was gone, Lucius let out a laugh. "Oh dear Jenny is fun to wind up."

Harry raised his brow. "So you do know her name."

Lucius shrugged. "Of course but she annoys me with the most trivial of things so this is payback." Ginny laughed while Harry smirked. "Now, down to business. The Dark Lord is looking to reward you for your victory, I trust Moody wasn't much trouble."

Ginny snorted. "That's an understatement. He did a lot of flying, but not a lot of fighting."

Lucius smiled. "Well you did take out one of Dumbledore's biggest supporters, so the Dark Lord wants to reward the two of you. How would you like to pay a visit to your last remaining blood relatives?" Harry sat up straighter. "I thought as much. Well, I have their address here. Visit them when you like and then take a couple of weeks off. I'm sure you two would like a little time to yourselves after the binge killing you've been on."

Harry took the parchment to look at the address. He rolled his eyes. "Number 4 Privet Drive? Could it get any more boring?"

Ginny laughed. "Well love? What say we pay them a visit?"

Harry nodded, a malicious gleam in his eyes. He had read about his mother's sister Petunia from his mother's dairies, which spoke of how close they had been before Petunia shunned her sister because she had found out she was a witch. He nodded at Lucius. "Thank you Lucius. Come on Gin, let's pay a visit to my dear realtives." Ginny smiled before hopping up to take his hand, leaving the room.

Lucius had not missed the look in Harry's eyes. He suspected that he had some foreknowledge about his relatives. He didn't know how, but he knew that his relatives weren't going to be around for much longer. Malfoy simply shrugged before sitting down to get back to his paperwork, the headache suddenly returning.

Privet Drive…

It was 9:30 at night when a soft pop was heard on Privet Drive. As the two cloaked figures walked towards their destination, Number 4, lights went out as the muggles hurriedly shut their lights off, hoping to keep any unwanted attention away from them. The last two years had been trying for them, waiting anxiously, hoping that this Dark Lord didn't send his minions after them. But as they watched, these two had a specific goal in mind. They almost felt sorry for the unfriendly Dursleys at Number 4 as the couple stopped at the door.

Harry knocked on the door, deciding to take the wolf in sheep's cloak approach. "Who in the bloody hell is calling at this hour!?"

They heard a quieter voice. "Vernon be quiet! It might be one of them!"

They heard a snort. "If that were true then I doubt they'd knock Petunia." Harry nearly snorted at the man's stupidity but held it in as the door opened. The color drained from the man's face as he recognized the couple that stood before him. "Y-you're that Duo that p-people talk about!" Harry just gazed at the rotund man in front of him.

"You must be Vernon. May we come in." It wasn't a question, but a demand. The large man gulped before he stood aside to allow them entry. Harry looked around the house as he entered the living room. I was just as he feared. "Merlin Gin, this place is boring to look at." He could see Vernon's face start to turn purple but he seemed to hold in his anger. Harry smirked to himself, he would enjoy pushing their tolerance to the limits and he could feel Ginny's anticipation, even if she was a little bit in a hurry to go on their two week holiday. They removed their cloaks and sat down in an arm chair, with Ginny sitting on his lap, draping her legs over the arm rest. With the shorts she was wearing, it revealed quite a bit of her long athletic legs. Harry felt a stirring in his own jeans but shoved it aside. I'd say business before pleasure Gin, but this is going to be pleasurable. He could hear her laugh in his mind as he continued in his crusade to make his relatives extremely uncomfortable. He cocked his head to the side. "Aren't you going to offer your nephew and his wife some tea Aunt Petunia." Again, it was not a question. She smiled thinly as she got up to fetch tea. While she was gone, Harry looked at all the photos. All of them contained Vernon, Petunia, and their whale of a son Dudley, who seemed to be absent. "Where's Dudley?"

Vernon gulped. "H-he's away at university."

The lie was so obvious that Harry nearly sneered but controlled himself. "Don't lie to me Uncle. I've killed many people for less."

Vernon paled considerably. "D-Dudley! Get down here son and meet your cousin."

Harry did sneer then. "See Vernon. Was that so hard?" He didn't wait for an answer as Dudley came into the living room, freezing at the sight of Ginny in the position she was in. He licked his lips at what he saw, gazing at Ginny rather intently, causing the monster in Harry to growl. He glared at his cousin. "I'd avert my eyes if I were you Dudley. I get quite annoyed when people stare too long." Dudley averted his gaze, but took his time and looked quite annoyed at being told what to do. It was obvious that his parents spoiled him. Perhaps he'll be the first. Strike one Dudders. Ginny giggled, causing his relatives to look at her funny, it wasn't a look he liked. Strike two. "Let me be clear to all of you." He started as Petunia brought the tea. "A quick way to get on my bad side is to insult my wife, in any way."

Vernon took a breath. It wouldn't do to lose his temper. "So, what brings you here?"

Harry detected the underlying hostility which made him smile. "I want to know a little more about my parents, as they died when I was very young."

They tensed immediately which intrigued Harry immensely. "Well," Began Petunia. "They were quite odd."

Vernon snorted, forgetting subtlety. "That's an understatement! They were a couple of weirdos. Your father, James I think his name was, bragged about being unemployed! And your mother was nothing like Petunia here, batty is what she was! Bunch of no good freaks is what they were! Them and their friends! What sort of name is Sirius for a man anyway? And that Remus bloke was a bit too odd for my liking! I told them to never send us another dinner invitation and they didn't! Why the only respectable bloke in that lot was uhh, Peter I think his name was." Ginny could sense Harry getting angrier for every word that tumbled out of Vernon's mouth. She almost smiled. This was going to be quicker than she initially thought. When he mentioned Peter, she thought Harry was going to hex him! Not that she'd blame them, Vernon was a despicable excuse for a human and Dudley kept giving her hungry looks. It was immensely annoying.

She decided she needed to use the loo. "Harry dear I'm going to use the loo I'll be right back." He nodded and she got up to go.

Harry locked eyes with Dudley as he stared at his wife's bum while she walked away. "Is it nice Dudley?" The question had a bit of steel in it but Dudley was oblivious to the hole he was digging for himself.

"Dad, how come the freak gets a hot girl and I don't?!" Harry clenched the armrest, his anger beginning to break through what little control he had.

Vernon just chuckled. "Come now Dudley, you could do better than that freak. Why, she's a freak too!" Petunia just looked on in horror as Harry's eyes started to get a red glint in them.

Dudley and Vernon chortled, forgetting that they were in the presence of Harry Potter, one of the deadliest wizards on the planet, and the shortest tempered. Harry slowly stood, garnering the attention of his uncle and cousin. Vernon just scowled. "Now see here boy! You show up unannounced on our doorstep and just expect us to take your threats sitting down?!"

Harry looked at them with cold fury in his eyes. "Yes I do. I could care less what you say about me but you will not bad mouth my parents and my godfather in front of me and you will certainly not talk about my wife as if she is some common whore!" Ginny came back just in time to see Harry flick his wrist, sending his wand from its holster and into his hand. He pointed it at his uncle and aunt, using the body bind curse on them before turning it on his cousin, who was deathly pale. "Crucio!" Dudley fell to the floor screaming in pain. Harry sneered at the looks of horror and fear on his aunt and uncle's faces. He continued the torture for what seemed like forever to Dudley before he cancelled the curse, replacing it with a curse that caused painful boils to erupt all over his body, ripping more screams from him. As he writhed on the ground Harry waved his wand so his relatives could speak.

"Please Harry! Let him alone!" Petunia screamed for her son's life but Harry just laughed.

"BOY! IF YOU DON"T RELEASE MY SON THIS INSTANT I'LL_"

"You'll do what exactly? I can do whatever I want lard ass and there's nothing you or your stick of a wife can do about it! Imagine Gin! If the Dark Lord had not been gracious enough to take me in, what would have happened? I've done my research on what my mother did for me. When she sacrificed herself for me, it invoked some very strong magic. If the Dark Lord had tried to kill me, it would no doubt had backfired on him! If that had happened, I probably would have wound up here! How do you think I'd have fared?"

Ginny's eyes darkened before she sent a bat bogey hex on Dudley, who by now had a raw throat. "Oh Harry, let's not dwell on the past my love."

Harry nodded his agreement before the two locked lips passionately over Dudley's screaming body, with his parents screaming for mercy. When they parted, Harry held her as he looked at his Aunt and Uncle's pleading faces. "Very well then, mercy it is." The relief on Vernon and Petunia's faces was short lived as Harry pointed his wand at Dudley. "Avada Kedavra!" The green light engulfed Dudley and he moved no more.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL HAVE YOU DONE TO MY SON YOU FREAK!?" Vernon was irate, Harry only sneered.

"I gave him mercy. Isn't that what you wanted? Beggars can't be choosers after all."

Ginny cackled as Harry aimed his wand at Vernon. "Sectumsempra!" Vernon screamed as his stomach was ripped open, spilling his innards all over the floor as he bled out. Petunia was pale as a ghost. "Oh dear Tuney it looks like I've made an awful mess on your clean floor. Mum's journal points out your love for cleanliness. I hope it doesn't upset you too bad, not that you'll have to worry about cleaning ever again." He pointed his wand at her. "Just remember this, your hatred for my mother brought this on your doorstep. Enjoy the next adventure, I doubt you will see her but if you do, give her and my father my best. Reducto!" The curse blew Petunia's head and her chest from her body, splattering the wall behind the couch with her blood. Harry sighed, gazing into his wife's chocolate brown eyes lovingly. "Thank you for being here Gin. I hate having all of this fun without you."

Ginny smiled radiantly before pulling Harry in for a snog session. Soon enough, the couple ended up in the master bedroom, enjoying each other's bodies. As Harry pounded into her, her moans reverberating throughout the house, Harry could only marvel at how wonderful she was as she clenched around him in orgasmic bliss before he spilled himself into her womb.

Sometime later, the couple left Number 4 Privet Drive before lighting it on fire, destroying what was left of Harry's blood family.

I know, I know. Harry and Ginny in canon wouldn't have done this. But this isn't canon. This Harry and Ginny have been raised by Voldemort and the Lestranges. Of course they are going to be violent and just a little insane. Anyway, I wouldn't normally have one out so fast but man the inspiration struck me around midnight and I just couldn't stop til I got about halfway. I worked on for the last hour or so and now here it is. Don't get used to it lol. Anywho, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. Let me know if you have any comments, questions, concerns, or criticisms with a PM or a review and I'll reply when I can. Have a great week!