Chapter 1

London, U.K 1999 9:30pm

He had to admit, there was a certain type of beauty to the London nightlife. Between the cool dark air and the savory smells assaulting his senses, Harry Potter took the time to enjoy small moments like these. The bright lights, food stalls, and the generally happy people in the Covent Garden area infected his mood. Muggles certainly had a flair about them. He admired their creativity.

Standing in the shadows behind a wrought iron fence next to St. Paul's Church, he almost smiled to himself from the atmosphere around him. Such thoughts were dangerous though, especially for the task he was set to do. Assassinations usually don't have smiles or laughter associated with them. Although, this particular assignment gave him a perverse sense of satisfaction. Harry despised the outdated pureblood mentality and the extremists that assaulted the same 'happy-go-lucky' muggles he was watching. Muggle baiting is a game for the cruel and barbaric.

Ever since Tom Riddle successfully merged the muggle and magical world in the United Kingdom, such atrocities were outlawed. However, individuals like Albus Dumbledore firmly believed in the pureblood ideals and the segregation of magical and muggle. "Purebloods have a responsibility to the magical community, to pass on the traditions to muggleborns and to maintain the nobility created at the founding of Great Britain" Dumbledore argued. But Tom Riddle's influential manipulations put an end to it years ago.

But that didn't stop the remnants of the Order of the Phoenix. After Dumbledore was labeled a traitor, he went underground with several Aurors, Hogwarts teachers, and St. Mungos healers. After a year of doing illegal tasks for Dumbledore, they figured they would continue for their own pleasure. They didn't start out in life as criminals though. Some of them were very well respected in their fields. But, living in poverty, constantly on the run, and an overall shitty quality of life turned them around. Over half of Dumbledore's original Order quit and set out to run their own 'terrorist' groups.

Harry thought back to that lesson his mentor gave him during his training sessions. How Riddle used his charisma and considerable magical power to ensnare the muggles to become the Prime Minister. The same techniques were employed to gain control of the Ministry for Magic. As an afterthought, his mentor also mentioned the subterfuge and assassinations that assisted Riddle's fame. Harry associated Riddle with his very first assignment.

...A politician should have three hats. One for throwing into the ring, one for talking through, and one for pulling rabbits out of if elected...

~Carl Sandburg

About 5 years prior….

Diagon Alley

The gathered magical crowd watched the debate of the two most influential wizards of their era. Albus Dumbledore and Tom Riddle squared off in a heated argument concerning the merge of the muggle and magical world.

"Abolishing the Statute for Secrecy is unthinkable. Muggles do not understand and fear the simplest of magic that we can wield."

"It is NOT the 17th century anymore, Dumbledore! Muggles do not cower under their beds from unknown gods anymore. Their mentality has changed. Hell, nowadays they idolize vampires and even have muggle performers pretending to do magic."

Tom Riddle glanced out into the crowd with his most sincere expression, "Societies change. There was a time when we were persecuted for our gifts and needed these laws. As a matter of fact, the history of the statute is quite an interesting tale. Have you ever read into this Dumbledore? Have you even attempted to learn the reasons why we separated ourselves from the muggles?"

"Of course I have," Dumbledore scolded Riddle. "A three year old can tell you all about the witch hunts." Dumbledore took a deep breath and prepared to teach the masses. "Muggles fear us." Dumbledore paused for a greater effect. "Wizards and muggles alike were burned at the stake, drowned, beheaded, and tortured to appease the population's sense of security. Their fear resulted in the murder of hundreds of men, women, and children…"

"NO", Tom Riddle shouted. Fire burned in his eyes as he stared at Dumbledore and the crowd. "First of all, it was not murder. King Charles II declared war on wizard-kind in retaliation for the black plague in 1665 that killed over a hundred thousand muggles. What the people thought was disease was in fact a combination of several simple curses cast from students at Hogwarts!"

The assembled crowd gasped in surprise. The adult wizards remembered their history of magic class and recalled the basics of Statute for Secrecy. There was no mention of a plague in their history books. Only the struggle Ralston Potter had in the creation of the legislation and the beginning of the Ministry for Magic.

"…underage magic and the restrictions we have today for students did not exist back then", Riddle continued. "Look at the Hogwarts records. During the 1664-65 school year, a defense professor at the time had all of his students practice curses, similar to the ailments attributed to the plague, on rodents. During a holiday break, students were told to continue with their practical studies of the curses taught on the same type of creature they used in class. Rats."

"I believe that the curses those students used were not lifted from their subjects. Lice, ticks, and other parasites fed off of these cursed rats developing an infection that they passed from host to host. Sanitation was deplorable in London during these times. The infected parasites passed along a strain of bacteria that destroyed fifteen percent of London's population", Riddle shouted slamming his fist on the podium in front of him."The Black Plague, it became to be called, is only taught in muggle history books. No mention of the disease has EVER been in a magical textbook!"

The stunned silence of the crowd could have been taken a few different ways. Revelation and horror mixed in with confusion from a few members in the crowd. "What the hell is bacteria", some of them asked aloud. Purebloods most notably were confused, they are ignorant of all things muggle. But for the majority, it made sense. Hard to believe without concrete proof, but it made good sense all the same.

"That's preposterous. Your theory," Dumbledore said making quotation marks with his fingers, "lacks proof. If anything, your story proves that we must remain separate. For our safety as well as the muggles."

Riddle continued as if Dumbledore never spoke up, "For 20 years, the King had his silent war with wizard-kind. The murders that took place within that time span were executions for war crimes against the crown. As a people, we had no idea that we were at war. How could we? Ralston Potter was the first to assemble our kind into a community. When he was refused rights and protection by King William III for the wizarding folk, we had no other choice but to hide."

"But that time has long past my friends", Riddle continued spreading his arms to the crowd with a smile on his face. "As you all know, I am the muggle Prime Minister. I would never attempt to merge our worlds if either one was to face any danger. My colleagues and I have vast experience with the muggles, kinda have too", Riddle chuckled. The crowd smiled, instantly falling for his charms. "They have accepted things beyond their comprehension. They call it science. Muggles explain away the mysteries they don't know with calculations similar to Arithmancy. The muggles have made amazing strides in what they call technology, and some of their creations are truly remarkable." Riddle pulled out an object that he flipped open and displayed it to the crowd.

"This is what is called a cell phone. I can talk to anybody I like with the push of a few buttons. Like a floo call only without the ash" Riddle smiled, knowing how inconvenient it was to talk in a fireplace. "What if I told you that there were devices that had moving pictures designed for entertainment and education? The muggles have it! They developed a way for post to be received instantly using something call e-mail. The muggles even have…", Riddle continued.

As the mob (Dumbledore referred to them) ooh'ed and ahh'ed, he was constantly looking out for his contact. He knew his former Hogwarts star pupil was skilled in public speaking, so he had tasked a pair of wizards to find condemning evidence in Riddle's takeover of the muggle government. Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix was very skilled in recognizance and information gathering. They presented him with allegations that Riddle had key officials murdered to further his climb to Prime Minister. It wasn't until the start of the debate that he received word that proof was coming.

Gideon and Fabian Prewett were instructed to find evidence through Dumbledore's contacts within the muggle government. They were supposed to meet with an unknown official hours ago and should have been back by now. The debate was almost over, and Dumbledore knew he lost this battle with the wizarding population. Mentioning any foul play now would not look good for him. Especially since they were eating out of Riddle's hand by the looks on their faces.

"We must move forward united! Think of the amazing life we will have without fear of violence because of our differences! For true harmony, we must move into the future as a species and leave our petty way of thinking. Muggles are just as wondrous as we are! Just think of the beautiful things we can create together!" The crowd applauded slowly nodding their heads. "With your help, and your votes, I will become the Minister for Magic. And I assure you that I will nurture the magical and muggle world as the Minister for both societies, AND BRING US INTO A UTOPIA!"

With that, the crowd went wild with applause. Dumbledore was so focused on his search that the sudden increase in noise startled him. He looked over at Riddle and seen the seemingly innocent smile. When Tom turned to Dumbledore however, that smile seemed almost sinister. "What are you looking for Dumbledore", Riddle asked under his breath as he shook his opponent's hand before he walked into the joyous crowd.

Dumbledore's stunned expression was forever etched in history as camera flashes assaulted him. Riddle would later use that same picture to express his opponent's "cluelessness" throughout his campaign. It was a dirty political tactic, but very effective against Dumbledore's image.

"I will not let you send Britain into a dictatorship Tom", Dumbledore said with conviction as he grabbed Tom's arm.

"A dictatorship only applies if it is against the will of the people, old man. As you can see, I am very much loved", Tom Riddle said, still with a smile on his face. Tom turned back to the crowd spreading his arms to meet them as he left Dumbledore without backward glance.

Even though he was sweating, a cold chill swept through him as he contemplated the fate of the Prewett brothers. Walking past a few reporters begging for an interview, Dumbledore exited Diagon Alley to alert the Order.

Hours later, they found the bodies of Gideon and Fabian Prewett mutilated near a parking garage. Chunks of flesh were torn out of their bodies. The look of horror frozen on their faces. The investigating Aurors searched the area and came up with nothing but a few broken car windows and blood splotches. So they called the Magical Maladies department to look at the victim's wounds.

Even though it was a mystery as to how their blood splattered and why a few car door windows were broken, they ruled the deaths as a severe splinching accident. Officials concluded that the Prewett brothers must have flailed around afterwards and bled out as the only possible scenario. As unlikely as a "double splinching" accident sounds, there was nothing else to prove otherwise. But Dumbledore knew better, and when he inquired about the deaths and protested the unlikelihood of such an event, he was told in more eloquent terms that "shit happens".

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The faces of the dead haunted Harry like any other soldier. But the Prewett brothers were always in the forefront of Harry's mind. They found him waiting in the parking garage under a bright florescent light dressed in his customary midnight black monk robes. His hood covered most of his face leaving only his chin and mouth visible.

Harry's hands were clasped together in a prayer position with his blood red rosary beads between his fingers. The confusion on the Prewett brothers face's were almost comical. They approached him cautiously whispering about a "contact".

"Oy, mate. You look lost. You wouldn't have happened to see a suit and tie type waiting around here, would ya", Gideon asked.

Harry said nothing. As they approached, he sized up his targets and focused on his magic and the task assigned to him. He didn't want to let his mentors down on his first test. Harry slowly tucked the rosary beads back into his robes, revealing two black wrist bands with a silver cross pendant at the top of each hand. Tiny needles with black beads were sheathed around the edges meeting up to the elegant cross.

"Ahhh, listen mate. We don't want any trouble, we are just looking for someone that said they could help us", said Fabian, always the reasonable one, but he kept his distance. He knew something was off about this dark figure.

Gideon turned back and looked at his brother, "and they call wizards weird", he whispered with a chuckle. Pulling out his wand, Gideon walked forward hiding it near the seam of his trousers. "Look, we are bit of a hurry. Did a man named Dumbledore send you? Are we supposed to be meeting with you", Gideon asked incredulously.

Once again, Harry remained silent. He seen the hidden wand. "It is imperative that this assignment looks like an accident", his mentor told him. "We don't care how, we leave that to you. But, in order to pass this test, without consequences, you must abide by this guideline."

Impatient, Gideon put his hand upon Harry's left shoulder and tried to look into his face. "Look mate, if you have something for us. Just dish it out, no need to be all mysterious. You're freaking out my brother", he said jokingly.

"Yes", Harry said in a low deep voice. "You shall have it."

Using his magic to enhance his speed, Harry stepped back with his left foot. With his left hand, he grabbed and twisted Gideon's wrist. With his right hand, he wandlessly summoned a black needle from his wrist band. During the short travel to his palm, he wandlessly transfigured it into a black kunai throwing knife. It spun around Harry's middle finger when he raised his arm up. He stopped the spin and held the throwing knife in a saber grip before he slashed down deep into Gideon's wrist. Harry simultaneously pulled Gideon into a hip toss that slung him into a nearby car door, shattering the windows.

With fluidity born from years of training, Harry reversed the motion of his right arm into an upswing toward Fabian, releasing the kunai from his grasp.

Before Fabian's mind could grasp what was happening, he felt something smack into his chest. Looking down, he seen the handle and the ring of the throwing knife protruding from his body. Gingerly, he touched it, still not registering what was happening. He looked back at the dark robed figure when he heard what sounded like a flag rapidly smacking against a gale force wind.

Three more kunai knives that Harry threw slammed in Fabian's chest again, propelling him backward into an older model Dodge van. The last sound Fabian heard was that of tinkering glass as it fell about his dying body.

Harry turned back to Gideon rising to his knees. Harry reached behind his robes at the small of his back, and retrieved a kusarigama and pressed a button that released the sickle-like blade from the handle. When Gideon stood up, Harry spun the iron weight at the other end of the chain, and launched it around his opponent's neck. Gideon instinctively reached up to loosen the chain but was pulled back towards his brother's killer.

Harry slashed at Gideon's ribs with the bladed end, making him cry out in pain. As Gideon staggered past, Harry scored two more slashes on his enemies back and thigh. Cutting deep into the tissue and muscles. Harry jerked the chain, releasing it from Gideon's neck. His prey instantly dropped down onto his face in agonizing pain.

Harry walked over to Gideon, swinging the kama on its chain. He kicked his dying opponent onto his back and watched the fear overcome him. Then, without remorse, Harry swung the deadly weapon into Gideon's neck. A sickening "whack" resonated when the blade pierced halfway through, cutting his enemies carotid artery and opening his trachea. Gideon died from choking on his own blood before it all left his body.

With the fight over, Harry took his knives and carved pieces of flesh out of his victims. He removed all of the kunai stuck in Fabian's chest. It was imperative that it looked like an apparition accident. After arranging the bodies to set the 'accident scene' , Harry left, melting into the shadows.

'Focus', Harry berated himself. Using his occlumency, he buried that memory deep down. He needed to pay attention to the here and now. Looking out at the crowd again, Harry attempted to seek out his quarry. The information he received from his mentor said that the Covent Garden area was where they played their sick muggle baiting games. He just needed to be patient.

After an hour of waiting in the shadows, the crowds started to thin out. Harry started to think that the offending wizards weren't going to strike that night, until he felt a tingling feeling across his arms. Knowing that a ward was cast, he reached out with his magic and sensed the nature of the ward. It was a muggle repelling ward. Harry looked around and didn't see any disturbances. He needed to get a better vantage point.

Harry quickly ran up the nearby brick wall and latched onto the railing of the emergency stairs. He climbed to the roof and peered out into the surrounding area. After a moment, he seen a group of people congregating under the arched passageway of a nearby building.

Channeling his magic, Harry silently apparated to a nearby second floor patio. Most wizards have a popping sound when they apparate. But with a stronger focus, clear intent, and a good amount of magical power, wizards like Harry can achieve perfect silence. Training hours on end at his "church" helped him achieve this useful skill as well.

As he crept through the shadows, Harry found five people in dark robes crowded around a crying woman. He watched for a minute and assessed the situation, having learned his lesson on rushing into combat by his mentor. Harry heard the unknown woman crying and begging to be left alone.

"Please, please, please just leave me be", the woman sobbed.

"Alright you muggle bint", one man said, "your no fun anyway". He stepped aside to clear a path for the woman. The others looked at him like he had grown a second head. "What the fuck Saunders", said another man. Saunders just looked at them with a smile and they held their tongues.

The terrified woman crawled past her five assailants and then stood up on shaky legs preparing to run. Harry watched as the blonde haired woman tried to flee, tossing her high heel shoes aside. The neck strap on her blue dress was ripped, revealing the young woman's under garment. She stumbled a few times, trying to get to an open area. She wondered why nobody had heard her screams or at least investigated what was going on. Harry was almost surprised that Saunders and the other men were going to let her go.

Just as she was going to come out of the shadows, she crumbled to the ground smacking her head on the hard cobblestone. Harry seen the blood covering the poor woman's face as Saunders summoned her back to the group. The blonde clawed at the cobblestone to no avail as she was pulled back to her laughing assailants.

Harry had seen enough. He thought about how he was going to dispatch this group of five as quickly and as painfully as possible. He walked along the patio until he was directly adjacent to them and pulled out his wand. He looked at how they were positioned and watched as a dark skinned man grabbed ahold of the woman's arms and secured them above her head. The filth they called Saunders was trying to pry the flailing woman's legs open without much success. A third wizard with a bald head knelt down beside the victim and rolled her onto her stomach.

When the fourth man joined and started tearing at the woman's clothes, Harry stuck.

"Imperio", Harry cast the spell at the bald headed man. Harry felt the man's consciousness with his mind as he took it over like a hacker would a computer. Harry learned the man's name was David. He also learned that the man tearing at the woman's dress was Scott and the dark skinned man was named Horace. The lookout, William, moved away to stand guard as Harry sheathed his wand.

When Harry had a firm grasp of David's mind and seen the slight pause as he took command of the individual's consciousness, he started his attack. Silently, he jumped off the patio and pulled out his rosary beads as he crept up to a wizard that was standing guard for the group. All of their eyes were focused on the woman as she tried to fight off the apparent inevitable.

Harry placed a sticking charm on the cross of his religious necklace and slid the beads apart exposing the magically strengthened garrote wire. In a lightning fast movement, Harry slung the wire over the lookout's throat and pulled him out of sight behind a stone column. He twisted the wire and slapped the cross high up onto the stone archway. As the man turned away from the wall to face his attacker, he felt excruciating pain in both of his ankles, barely registering the small black objects sticking out of them.

William attempted to drop to the ground only to stop sharply as the garrote wire bit deep into his neck. Harry slid his wand out of his forearm holster and cast a silencing charm around the hanging man. He didn't bother silencing his victim's voice, the wire was doing an excellent job of that. Harry glanced at the group to make sure his Imperio victim was still under his command. The blonde woman was giving the four remaining rapists one hell of a fight, but she was tiring.

Turning back to the dying man he had lynched, Harry watched as the man braved the pain in his ankles in an attempt to get enough leverage to overcome the wire. 'Very well', Harry thought. He bent down and grabbed the handles of the knives he used. He violently pushed the blades toward the wall, slicing open both of the Achilles tendons. The wizard grunted and dropped down again; choking himself. He attempted to use his feet again for leverage but it would never work now; without the tendons they were useless. He flopped around trying with all his remaining strength to help himself but all he did was prolong his torture.

Harry left him to it, knowing the futility of the man's attempts at survival. Rounding the corner of the stone archway, Harry noticed the man named Saunders pull at his belt and zipper. As he pulled his boxers down, the assailant under Harry's Imperio curse let go of the woman and grabbed his wand. The increased movement from the woman instinctively forced Saunders to reach down to steady her. When he looked up, he seen David's wand pointed between his legs.

"Diffindo", the wizard said robotically. Blood exploded into Saunders' pants as his appendage dropped to the ground. He screamed and cursed as both hands reached between his legs to hold the wound. He dropped and rolled around on his back. Harry came up behind the group with his wand in one hand and a kunai in the other.

Scott and David were at the woman's torso while Horace held her arms. The blood splatter from Saunders' appendage made the other men freeze and slowly look toward David in confusion.

"Petrificus Totalis", Harry silently cast to imperioused David before bursting out of the shadows and tossing his kunai at the dark skinned man.

Horace, jumped back in fright landing on his back side with his hands on the cobblestone holding him up. Harry's knife pierced through his right hand and embedded itself in the stone with a muffled "clink".

In one quick motion, Harry cast a Stupefy spell at Scott, the wizard across from the David, and an Incarcerous spell at Saunders; sending thick ropes to wrap around his body. The Stupefy spell instantly knocked out Scott and sent him skidding away a few feet. The blonde woman was scrambling out of the way when Harry delivered a swift kick to Horace's jaw. The dark skinned man's head reeled back from the blow and smacked against the cobblestone knocking him out.

With all of the combatants out for the moment, Harry approached the hysterical woman as she curled up against the wall in the fetal position. "It's alright, I'm here to help", said Harry as he lowered his hood revealing his face. His dark shoulder length hair was like a curtain hiding his brilliant green eyes. She looked at Harry with horror, shaking her head and crying hysterically. Harry knew he would not be able to reason with her. She just had the most horrifying ordeal with a bunch of magic wielding perverts; of course she is freaked out. Harry mercifully cast a silent Stupefy at her, letting her slip into blissful unconsciousness.

Walking over to the dark skinned wizard, Harry waved his hand at the knife and summoned it to him. He kicked the man onto his stomach and pulled him closer to the wall. Then, he slammed the kunai into the stone wall two feet from the ground. Using his wand, he levitated Horace's feet and secured the laces through the ring of his throwing knife. Harry lifted the man's body up until his arms dangled directly in front of him and quickly cast a petrifying spell. When Harry was finished, the dark skinned wizard was petrified in a push up position with his feet anchored to the kunai knife in the wall.

Harry pointed his wand at the man and whispered the incantation to revive him, "Enervate".

Horace's unconsciousness turned to panic instantly, "What the fuck", he screamed, "who the hell are you".

Harry ignored him as he transfigured another needle into a knife and secured it underneath his victim. He lengthened the blade to end two inches from the dark skinned wizard's chest.

"Who the fuck do you think you are", winced the bound and pecker-less Saunders.

Harry stopped adjusting the blade under Horace and turned to Saunders and contemplated the answer. "I...", he said standing up, "am your death". A little over the top and cliché, but Harry wanted to physically feel the terror pouring out of this bastard.

The coldness in Harry's voice would have made Saunders piss himself, if he still had the ability. Walking over to him, Harry pointed his wand, "Wingardium Leviosa". Saunders started to beg for his life as Harry had him suspended in mid air. His cries fell on deaf ears as Harry smiled and used his wandless abilities to levitate Saunders' severed member down his throat.

Saunders looked at Harry and gagged from lack of oxygen and the repulsiveness of having his "junk" down his throat. Standing in front of him, Harry held up his index finger and waved it side to side like a parent correcting a small child. With each shake, the ropes tightened around Saunders' body, squeezing more air out of his lungs. Saunders couldn't scream if he tried as Harry paused for a second, staring at him with a slight smirk.

Harry slowly tilted his finger and the ropes tightened. Pop! Saunders' shoulders snapped out of place. Harry tilted his finger in the opposite direction. Pop! Saunders' rib cage collapsed, unable to bear the pressure any longer. With each movement of Harry's finger, more bones cracked and broke. Fortunately for Saunders, he was dead from asphyxiation before his body was turned into jelly. Harry dropped him to the ground with a disgusted expression. 'Where was I', Harry thought. 'Ohhhh yes', he said stepping back over to the wizard he put in the push up position.

"Finite", Harry cast, releasing the spell, as he knelt in front of the man. As the wizard named Horace regained his bearings, Harry cast a Silencio spell on the Horace's voice and looked deep into the man's frightened eyes. "If you can keep yourself up for three minutes... I'll let you go", Harry said. Knowing that physical education in the wizarding world was lacking, Harry had no doubt that his victim would fail.

Harry didn't say another word as he walked over to the wizard known as Scott and revived him. As soon as he opened his eyes, Harry assaulted his mind using legilimency. Since he knew this man's mind was weak, he wanted to retrieve any information on future collaborators. Harry pounded through his mind like sledge hammer to fruit. He searched for any memory that could be of use but came up empty. The only thing he learned was that this particular individual had successfully raped several women on top of various other disgusting crimes. Harry left the man's mind so broken that when he slit his throat, all he could muster in defense was an unintelligible grunt.

Harry heard what sounded like liquid splashing on the floor. Looking over, he seen the other wizard, Horace, had failed the physical fitness test. The long blade Harry had planted sliced the wizard from his chest into his stomach as he fell on top of it. Now all Harry could hear was a slight gurgling sound caused by the blood escaping to the wizard's throat. The man's intestines dangled until his body slid down to the ground.

Harry shrugged his shoulders and walked up to the last man alive, the still petrified David, and patted him on the head. He squatted down in front of him and pointed his finger in the man's face. "Freeze", Harry said with a smile. With a slight giggle, he turned to the blonde woman and healed her wounds and repaired her torn clothes. Finally, he went into her mind and altered her memories to something less traumatic. Hopefully, she will think that she drank too much and passed out. Maybe it will help her in the long run and she will be more cautious when she dines out. When he was done, he levitated her away from the gruesome scene and out of the small muggle repelling ward. Harry cast a final spell on her that awoke her from her stupor. She looked around for a minute before heading back into the crowd.

Satisfied, Harry vanished the blades he used and retrieved his rosary beads from the lookout's near severed neck. A quick Scourgify cleaned the blood off his talisman as he walked back in front of the still petrified wizard. Although he couldn't move a muscle in his body, Harry could see the wizard quivering in fear. His eyes seemed to grow larger as his Harry raised a dark colored wand between his eyes.

For the second time, Harry cast the Imperio curse on David, "You will follow me, be truthful to me, and you will not attract any attention to ourselves. Is that clear?" Harry released his quarry from the Petrificus Totalis spell and grabbed his arm. Then he side-along apparated the man a few blocks away to the Waterloo Bridge.

Before they walked onto the bridge, Harry transfigured his black robes into a nondescript black hoodie and blue jeans.

"So tell me why you chose to assault that poor lady", Harry asked as they started walking onto the bridge.

"She is a muggle. She should have been thankful to be with a pureblood. Lower than dirt they are", he replied.

"How often have you done things like this?"

"More than I can count."

"Do you feel any remorse for what you have done?"

"No. Like I said, they should be grateful."

"Do you have any other accomplices besides the ones I just sent to hell?"

Sweat started to bead down the wizards face in an attempt to throw off the mind controlling curse. Knowing that the man didn't want to answer, Harry increased the level of his magic, overtaking the man's willpower. "mmm...Mundungus Fletcher", the wizard stuttered.

"So you truly believe you are better? I find myself curious? If you can easily overtake and do what you want to a muggle, how do you feel now that you have been overtaken just as easily? I can do whatever I want with you."

"Does it matter now? You are no better than we are, the way you killed my friends... You are no better", the man whispered.

Harry stopped the man, "Oh we are very different in the crimes we choose to commit. For instance, it makes me feel better about myself, almost to the point of splooging, when I kill people like you", Harry said smiling. "Now, our time is done. I want you to go to the middle of this bridge and jump off. Swim until you touch the bottom...and don't come back up." Harry pushed his mental magic to the limit as the wizard attempted to fight the command. But he was no match for Harry, and even though his steps were sluggish and forced, he ended up jumping into the cold water.

People passing by went into a panic as they seen the man jump. They all rushed to the ledge and pointed, hoping that the jumper would surface. Harry watched the crowd, if they only knew, he thought.

His prey didn't make it back to the surface alive.

"I fucking hate rapists", Harry said walking away.

His assignment completed, Harry returned to his safe haven to report in to his master. He had been in the "field" for a few days and it would feel good to relax a little bit.