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Chapter Ten

'A Malfoy's Revenge'

Afghanistan / 18.03.2010

"He's not coming is he?" called Hermione as she threw herself behind a crate of weapons, Tony waging a war with the remaining terrorists outside the cave.

"We have to go back for him," stated Ron, moving towards the cave entrance, stopped when Hermione put a hand on his arm.

"We'll just have to trust he's found another way out," urged Hermione, "we need to go."

"We can't just leave him!" argued Ron, "he wouldn't if it was us in there!"

Turning away, Ron sprinted towards the cave mouth, vanishing into the shadows.

"RON!"

Harry charged down a tunnel, skidding to a halt as he rounded a corner, finding it a dead end further down. Three of Raza's men were gathered around the wall at the end, with what looked like explosives in their hands. Turning and running away, the terrorists entered a room off the tunnel as the dead end exploded, great clouds of dust being thrown up into the air.

Coughing and waving his hands Harry watched as the dust cleared, revealing a large hole in the wall, light streaming in through it. Shouting at each other in Arabic, Raza's men quickly raced out the hole, not even noticing Harry behind them.

"Nice," grinned Harry, walking towards the hole, only for something in the corner of his eye to catch his attention.

Turning, Harry entered the room the terrorists had sheltered in and bent down, picking up a broomstick-shaped package wrapped in brown paper.

"Whoa," breathed Harry, pulling off the paper to reveal a pristine Firebolt.

Crouching down, Harry opened a large brown sack, finding it filled with wrapped presents, as well as a large amount of letters, all addressed to him.

Resealing the bag, Harry quickly shrunk it and stowed it away in his pocket. Turning and exiting the room a sudden shout grabbed his attention.

"Harry!"

Grinning from ear-to-ear, Harry watched as Ron jogged down the corridor towards him.

CRACK!

As his face morphed into a look of horror, Harry started to move towards Ron, feeling as though he was running through treacle.

Ron felt a hand wrap around his neck from behind, stopping him in his tracks. Reaching down, Ron tried to grab his wand from his pocket, a sudden body-bind freezing him in place.

"RON!" yelled Harry, a force picking him up and holding him in place.

"I've missed his," grinned Lucius as he tightened his grip around Ron's neck. "Power, that is."

Reaching down, Lucius rifled through Ron's pockets, tossing aside Ron's own wand, smiling with satisfaction as he found his host's wand.

"Impossible," murmured Lucius, pulling another, bone-white wand from Ron's pockets, grinning with pure elation as it let off green and silver sparks. "I think I'll keep your friend as compensation."

"You bastard!" roared Harry, desperately struggling against the force keeping him in place.

"Flattery won't help you now, Potter," smirked Lucius, "don't forget, a Malfoy always keeps his promises. I promised I'd destroy, this is just the fun way."

CRACK!

Dropping to ground as Lucius disapparated, taking Ron with him, Harry raced to where they'd vanished, dropping to his knees.

"I find you, Ron!" swore Harry, slamming his armoured fist on the ground. "I promise."

Leaning back, Harry yelled with all his might, a red aura surrounding him.

"It was personal before," spoke Harry once he'd calmed down. "Now it's revenge."

Reaching down, Harry carefully picked up Ron's wand, stowing it away in his pockets.

Standing and turning to face the hole in the cave wall, Harry's eyes changed to a warm red, his aura flaring to form the shape of a phoenix.

"I am, Phoenix."

"Look!" called Hermione, pointing as a figure on a broomstick swooped down towards them. "It's Harry!"

Turning, Tony and Yinsen turned to watch as Harry landed, shrinking the Firebolt and dropping into his pocket in one swift move.

Racing over, Hermione came to a stop. "Where's Ron?"

Slowly raising his head, Harry looked directly at Hermione, who gasped at seeing Harry's change in eye colour, darker than when they'd changed earlier.

"He's gone," uttered Harry, opening his hand to reveal Ron's wand. "Voldemort took him."

Hermione's blood ran cold, her mind grinding to halt, surely this was just some stupid joke Ron and Harry had cooked up.

"No, that's not funny," replied Hermione, shaking her head.

"It's not," murmured Harry.

"Stop lying!" yelled Hermione, hitting Harry in the chest before engulfing Harry in a tight hug, who held her close.

"Stark, activate the homing beacon," spoke Harry, "It's time we went home."

Malfoy Manor

Smirking as strode through the halls of his home, Lucius came to a halt and turned to face a blank stretch of wall, flicking his hand as he did. A shimmer ran across the wall, suddenly revealing a intricately carved oak door.

"Let the fun begin," whispered Lucius, before pushing door open wide and stepped inside.

Sweeping in, Lucius allowed the door to bang shut and took in his surroundings. Nearby, Mimsy stood on a stack of books, stirring a large cauldron, filled with a bubbling golden potion.

In front of him, in the centre of the room, Ron hung loosely from a set of shackles, stunned.

"Enervate!" whispered Lucius, watching as Ron jerked awake, his eyes darting around the room.

"You! Malfoy, Voldemort, whatever!" hissed Ron, so angry struggling against his chains he didn't even notice his usage of name he feared. "Where am I?"

"Malfoy? Voldemort? Not really sure which one these days, bit of both really. To think, you and Potter thought I possessed Lucius, no, I became him," sneered Lucius, "as for where you are, do you really think I'll tell you?"

"Bastard!" spat Ron, renewing his efforts.

"Silencio. It is ready?" demanded Lucius, turning to face Mimsy as he produced a strange silver cylinder, runes covering its surface.

"It is, Master," confirmed Mimsy, giving the potion one last stir before hopping down off her stack of books.

"Excellent," spoke Lucius, walking over the potion and pulling a bag out of his robes, opening it, allowing the sandy contents to fall into the cauldron.

Watching, Lucius grinned as the white potion rose out of the cauldron, floating over to where Ron struggled, wrapping around him. Suddenly, the potion froze, forming an icy cocoon.

"Isa," uttered Lucius, his voice taking on a ethereal tone as cast a black spell from his yew wand, striking the icy cocoon.

Tossing the cylinder into the air, Lucius grinned as it zoomed over to Ron, sinking inside the cocoon.

With a loud crack, the ice began to shatter and fall away, revealing a changed Ron below. Gone was his lanky frame, now filled out with muscles, his red hair changed to bleach blonde, verging on white.

"Mr. Weasley, welcome back to the land of the living," smirked Lucius as the last of the ice fell away, revealing Ron below it. "And I have to say, this is a surprise to see you, well, survived."

Ron groaned, slowly looking down at himself, "What have you done to me?"

"I guess you could say I enhanced you," answered Lucius, "Honestly, this isn't the first attempt I've made at bonding the staff with a host, all the others didn't survive the process, now I have its true power within my grasp."

"I would never do your bidding!" grunted Ron, tugging on his chains, dust and stone fragments starting to rain down on him.

"Who said you had a choice," spoke Lucius slowly, a black mist diving forwards out of his body, entering Ron.

Grinning, Ron raised his head to reveal glowing red eyes.

"This body will do nicely," uttered Ron, before yanking on his chains, pulling them free of the roof.

Attempt number two, I have to say I much prefer this version, less skipping around all over the place. Although, I do apologise for this whole mess, I don't like replacing a chapter but the other version was just that bad, sorry.

Original AN:

And thus ends the first arc of the story, and that was actually a real tough one to write, hence the lateness. Although, we've hit some real milestones lately, over 50k hits and 1k alerts, so all I can say is thank you. Also, shoutout to BrilliantLady who gave me some really great grammar advice which I've taken to heart, thanks.