A/N Don't know if this story will ever see the light of day, or that a T rating will be enough but hey let's do this. History around Bellatrix has been changed including age and her past. Not going to say much about it but it's just AU

Eight Years Ago…

The life of eight-year-old Harry James Potter was anything but pleasant. Calling it constant misery was a vast understatement for the life of the prisoner. Today was no different from a typical Friday. After his uncle had returned home from work, again without the promotion he desired. He decided he'd blow off some steam the one way he knew how… on Harry himself.

"Boy! Get in here right now" His uncle yelled, already unlooping his belt from his waist. Without a word Harry managed to pick himself off of the ground and make his way to his uncle. Without a word Harry grabbed the banister and prepared for what was to come. He could feel his uncle winding up but before the hot lash reached his back there was an incredible boom and debris was flying everywhere. His uncle lost his balance and fell to the ground while his aunt let out a scream.

Harry turned quickly and saw a man, he was of average height, white hair cascaded down his shoulders. Although his eyes caught your attention. One was a grey while the other was closer to black He was pointing a stick at where the wall had been. Without a word he waved it and a purple light shot through the air and towards his aunt, it struck true and the smell of burning permeated the room. While his aunt screamed in agony while Harry only watched, a faint grin gracing his face as she screamed as he had so many times before.

Then he turned to his uncle who was scrambling to his feet. With a wave of his wand his uncle was screaming at the top of his lungs, he was clawing his face bloody and twitching madly. Harry couldn't help himself from smiling, knowing his end was imminent. So, he would enjoy his last few minutes alive and not pretend to care for his captors.

When he thought his uncle could scream no louder the man waved his wand again and the large man's neck broke with a snap. Then his piercing eyes turned to Harry.

"Don't be afraid my child, I have come to save you from this hell." The man said, extending his hand. Having no choice Harry stood, and approached the man, hand in hand they vanished from Privet Drive.

They appeared outside a castle, snow was gracing the ground and the cold immediately hit him in the face. But it was nothing compared to a good lashing. The man lead the way over the bridge to the large castle. With a wave of his hand the doors opened wide and Harry could feel the warmth that welcomed them. Stair cases and hallways later they were in a room that had chairs and a fire. The man motioned for Harry to sit, to which he did.

"Let me introduce myself, I am Gellert Grindelwald"

There was a lot of explaining to do…

Five Years after that…

It was the day Harry bad been looking forward too. The day he had been promised for a long time. Today was the day they would be freeing his Godfather and his sister. It had taken a lot of work, but he had finally been deemed ready to participate on the raid. He had mastered Fiendfyre just this morning after weeks of hard work. This was just one of many dark curses in Harry's repertoire of magic. His friend, mentor, and father figure had helped him achieve all that he had done. He was very proud at him mastering some of the hardest magic they had practiced yet. The once weak and scarred boy now stood a young man. Clad in black, muscled and confident, his piercing green eyes could bear into someone's soul. His hair was kept at a medium length and styled and kept.

"Gellert, are we ready?" Harry asked, his voice hopeful. Gellert smiled at his enthusiasm.

"Yes, my boy, I do believe this castle has been too empty for too long. You have proved yourself ready time and time again. And you know I always keep my promises." Gellert said warmly to what he saw as a grandson. Harry smiled when his hopes were confirmed.

They spoke in detail of the plan, they would arrive on the boat as did new prisoners. Harry would cast his Stag, because Gellert described it as the strongest he has ever seen or heard of. Harry would focus on warding off every single dementor while Gellert retrieved his family. They planned for weeks and soon enough it was time.

Sirius was his dads best friend and also his Godfather. Gellert had come to the conclusion based on his investigations that Sirius could not have done what he was accused of which was selling out his parents. And if they found out he somehow did, well then Harry could kill him himself. Then there was Sirius's sister Bellatrix. She had been only twenty when she had helped Sirius track down Peter and attempt to kill him. And they had both been imprisoned together for the past thirteen years.

Today was the day they would right one of the many wrongs they planned to fix. It was a small step in a large plan. First, they needed support and that would start with those Harry wanted to recruit. They needed people to join their cause for their plan to be put in action. Tomorrow night would be the raid… and now he needed his rest. Hundreds of dementors all in one place would be quite the test. And if he failed it could be end game. But Harry was confident in his abilities.

The next morning Harry dressed in his thick grey hooded robe. Gellert transported them to a bleak island, no sun was present, and waves crashed violently against the shore. In the distance the island could be seen, the island of Azkaban. The boat sat docked to the shore, and a man who was known as the passer stood. He didn't flinch at their arrival, people came to visit often enough. But without a word Gellert's wand was on him and his eyes went cloudy. The two got on to the boat and it began to make its way across the sea and towards the fortress.

With each second Harry's nerves grew, this would be the first real action he would experience… he had been training for five years straight, never quitting, always giving one hundred and ten percent for this moment. And now it was here. They docked the boat and they departed from it. The two cloaked figures of Grey and Black made their way to the front door. They made their way to the front desk where a man in his middling forties sat.

"What's your business in Azkaban today sirs?" The man asked the two.

"I'm here to see my Godfather, a Sirius Black." Harry answered calmly. The man looked surprised, but he had them sign in and then they were being led to his cell. When they reached it, they saw what they expected to see. A man, tattered and worn. His long dark hair dirty and clothes nearly ripped to pieces. He looked up, his eyes being the only thing that moved to him.

"James? Have I… Have I died? Please tell me I'm dead and I can live for the rest of my life with you James and Lily." Sirius spoke, as he rose to his feet to get a better look at him.

"Sirius… it's me, Harry. I've come to make things right." Harry said, extending his hand through the bars to touch the man's head. Sirius looked like he couldn't believe his eyes or ears at what he was experiencing.

"Sirius… where is Bella?" Harry asked his godfather.

"Um… she's just down the hall in seventeen, Harry what are you thinking? I'm… I'm so happy to see you, but what are you talking about?" Sirius asked.

"We will have time to talk later, Now Gellert!" Harry yelled. In a blink of an eye Grindelwald had his wand out and was blasting the door to pieces. Immediately the feeling of cold and despair washed over them and began to suck their life, that was until Harry pulled his wand and pointed it towards the sky and a flash of blinding light a Stag, nearly the size of the fortress stood. Their warmth retuned to them and Sirius couldn't remember feeling better. Without a word Harry grabbed Sirius's excuse for a shirt and dragged him down the hall as Gellert was already blowing Bellatrix's door down. She was in a total freight about what was happening, her beautiful black hair sprawled all over her body. But she looked to be too weak to even protest them abducting her. With a nod Harry grabbed Bellatrix around the waist and had Sirius grab on to Gellert's free arm.

Guards finally made an appearance. In the halls three guards stood star struck at what they were seeing. And it was due to that in large part that led to their death by a blasting curse that left nothing to be found of the group. Gellert blasted the wall at the end of the hall and with a silent message Harry dropped his patronus and made a full sprint to their self-made exit. With a leap Harry held on to Bellatrix tight and concentrated and then he was a green bolt of lightning flying through the sky with Bellatrix. He looked behind him and saw the grey smoke that was Grindelwald and relief spread throughout him. It had been a success, one stage of many completed in their plan for a perfect world.

They had rendezvoused, and they transported back to the castle immediately. Grindelwald had rooms prepared for the two where his house elf would care for them. They needed at least a week of nursing before Harry or Grindelwald would speak to them straight. Well as Gellert put it he just wanted to make sure they were both all there.

The week went miserably slow, Harry was eager to be with his new family. But first he had to let Gellert talk to them and explain to them the circumstances and the offer he was going to make them. And that day had come. He knew what was going to be said. He would key them in on their agenda, and then offer them something they had lost. He would offer them the years they lost. His spell… the one he had spent just over a hundred years perfecting could turn back the clock.

He hoped that they accepted, not wanting to think about the things that could happen otherwise. He knew that Gellert wouldn't kill them, Gellert knew Harry would never allow it. That doesn't mean he would ever see them again. Harry waited patiently for their meeting to end and for the outcome, good or bad.

A little less than an hour later the doors opened, and he couldn't believe his eyes. A woman, in her twenties who was no doubt Bella stood before him, sporting an hour glass figure and a more than normal sized bust. Harry's jaw was dropped when she smiled at him and gave him a wink. Her raven black hair had some mild curls and an abundance of waves, her pale skin glowed with perfection. She was perfect.