Chapter Six

Harry took Bellatrix out of his pocket, expanded her back to normal size, then reverted the transfiguration back to normal.

This caused Bellatrix to go into action quickly. Her natural response once conscious is to fire painful or deadly spells. Unfortunately for her, One was standing ready when Harry returned her to normal.

One grabbed the wand from her hand before she could cast a spell. He simply crushed it into powder. The crazy witch then took off as fast as she could toward Harry so she could physically attack him. She even pulled a nasty looking knife from her clothing to attack him with it.

Harry simply raised his eyebrows at that response because he knew something she didn't. One would never let her get close to Harry to hurt him. When she had taken only three steps, One was suddenly in front of her blocking her way. She stopped abruptly and stabbed One with her blade.

When the blade of her knife bounced off of One, making a tink sound, One grabbed the wrist of the hand holding the knife and twisted her arm until she dropped it on the floor. When she tried to hit him with her other hand, One grabbed that wrist too and held her in place by both.

Bellatrix tried kicking One but she just hurt her foot, crying out in pain. She danced around on it a bit as the pain subsided, all the while One was holding her by the wrists.

"I want her strip searched, cavity searched, and a full body scan done to make sure she has no additional weapons concealed on her anywhere," Bellatrix's eyes grew big at that as Harry gave his instructions. "I can't very well deliver her alive if she is carrying a weapon of any kind. I know it would be easier to knock her out before you start but she needs to be awake to get the full experience."

"No problem, Harry," One replied looking over his shoulder while still holding Bellatrix without any effort.

Harry vanished the knife while One put both wrists together so she was being held by just one of the droid's hands. With the other hand, One started unbuttoning and undressing Bellatrix, careful not to mess up her clothes. She was shocked that she could not do anything to get away. The person holding her and undressing her looked like a normal man but how can a normal man be that strong and made out of what felt like metal?

"Let me know when you're done. I'll finish up with her after that," Harry said while leaving.

Harry left One to his work and went to get himself a drink and a snack from the trunk kitchen. While he was sitting at the bar reading and enjoying his snack and drink, he would constantly hear noises coming from the lab as One worked on Bellatrix. She even screamed a few times.

There was one time when Harry clearly heard her say loudly, "Oh! That's cold!"

Harry smiled at that. He was hoping One's metal hands would be cold while he searched her. He wasn't positive Bellatrix would actually mind the cavity search given how crazy she was. She also probably went through something similar when she was put into Azkaban. Cold hands just makes it far more interesting.

When One told Harry, after a good hour of work, that Bellatrix was ready for him, Harry walked into the lab and saw that One had Bellatrix suspended in the air, tied up at the wrists and the ankles, all spread eagle, and she was completely naked. Her dark mark was easily visible on her arm. She had also passed out.

"Oh! I didn't want to see that, One," Harry said turning back away from her with a frown.

"Should I redress her for you, Harry?" One asked like it was no big deal.

"No. I'll just take care of it with magic," he said then turned back around. "It'll be much quicker."

Harry stunned her first, then flicked his wand and released her from the shackles. He caught her from falling with another flick. He gently lowered her to the lab floor. He then magicked all her clothes back on her.

Once she was presentable, Harry obliviated her of any knowledge since she awoke in his lab. He then transfigured her back into a stone statue and shrunk her down to pocket size again. Picking her up, Harry put her back into his pocket before going to his office to write a note.

Once the note was finished, Harry called Hedwig and had her take the note and the statue, now in a small bag, to Neville Longbottom. He tied it on her and watched her fly off.


Voldemort was getting worried.

All thirty Death Eaters never returned and it appeared they were dead too. Lucius and Bella had not returned either. They also appeared to be dead, although there was a brief time when he thought Bella was still alive.

He came to a decision to not send out any more teams to spread terror. He had lost over fifty followers in just two outings, plus the top two in his inner circle were gone. This was bad and he still didn't know who was doing this. He decided it was a good time to build his forces back up. Concentrate just on that and then strike at the heart of the magical world once he had a large army at his command.

He would show them how dangerous it was to mess with the Dark Lord Voldemort!


Neville was working in his greenhouse when a snowy white owl flew through the open door and landed in front of him.

"Hello, Hedwig!" he greeted her. "I'm surprised to hear from Harry. Let me get that off of you, girl."

Neville removed Hedwig's note and bag so she could leave.

"If you're thirsty we have a good pond over that way," he said pointing.

As she flew back off, Neville read the note then opened the bag to pull out the small statue. It looked so much like Bellatrix he nearly dropped it in shock.

Neville put the small statue back in the bag and went up to the house to find his gran, the bag and the note clutched in his hand as he hurried along.

He found her in the lounge having a drink.

"Gran! You are not going to believe this!" he came up to her talking loudly and excitedly.

"Calm down, Neville! You know that's not the proper way for a gentleman to behave," she scolded him.

"You don't understand, Gran! Here, read this note from Harry Potter," he said handing it to her. "It's important."

"I didn't know you were friends with Harry Potter, Neville. Isn't he in Ravenclaw?" she asked taking the note from him.

"Well, we're not exactly close but we've talked a few times. He's good friends with Hermione Granger who's in Gryffindor with me. We usually sit on the train together. Now read it, please."

"Alright. I'll read it now, Neville, and see what's got you all stirred up," she told him then carefully settled her glasses on her nose before she looked down at the note.

Dear Neville,

Happy Birthday! I know we aren't close friends but I happened to find the perfect gift for you and just could not let the opportunity pass me by. You will find in the little bag attached a small statue of Bellatrix Lestrange.

WARNING! THAT STATUE IS BELLATRIX AND SHE IS STILL ALIVE!

I have her transfigured at the moment into a statue and I shrunk her down for easy carrying. If you cancel the spell to put her back to full size and then cancel my transfiguration spell, watch out. She can be very dangerous.

Rest assured I have broken her wand and vanished the knife she carried on her. She was also searched thoroughly for any other weapons. However, she can still be dangerous armed or not, so be really careful.

I leave it up to you and your Gran to do with her as you please. She deserves death for killing Sirius and for what she did to your parents. The Ministry can't seem to prevent Voldemort from breaking out his followers so it's up to us to deal with them in our own way.

Should you find you are not willing to mete out justice for her crimes, then feel free to send her back to me. I'll be glad to end her. Besides, she's as crazy as one can get. She can't be allowed to live so she continues to spew her insanity and evil on people.

She's already been tried and convicted for life in Azkaban, but now since being freed by her master, she's been murdering and torturing again. Justice is all that is left for her.

Best Wishes,
Harry Potter

P.S. – I would appreciate you not telling anyone that I was the person that captured Bellatrix. I'd like to keep that secret for a while longer, if you don't mind.

"Certainly, Mr. Potter. We will keep that secret for you," she said looking at her grandson. "Now, where's that statue, Neville?" his Gran demanded.

"Right here, Gran," he said handing her the bag.

She slowly reached in and pulled out the small statue. She stood up and walked over to the middle of the tiled floor before setting it down. She stepped back a ways then removed the shrinking charm and watched as the statue became life size. It was much easier to see it was Bellatrix at that point.

She then reversed the transfiguration on Bellatrix and immediately followed it up with a Stupefy to stun her. Bellatrix barely managed to twitch before she was out cold. Augusta next cast Incarcerous to tie up the demented witch before waking her with an Enervate.

She came too and looked hurriedly around. She tried to break away from the ropes on her but couldn't manage it. She relaxed then and stared at the two Longbottoms watching her carefully.

"Where did Harry Potter go?" she asked them curiously. "And, where's that weird friend of his?"

"Don't know what you're talking about," Neville told her.

"Don't play dumb with me little Neville! How's mum and dad by the way? Wiped the drool off their chins lately?" she asked with an evil grin.

"Oh, shut up you psychotic waste of space!" Augusta told her with venom in her voice. "We're not here to answer your stupid questions."

"What are we here for then?" she asked like she didn't care she was in a precarious situation.

"Revenge," Augusta told her with satisfaction.

"You don't have the nerve to follow through with that," Bellatrix argued back. "In fact, Neville doesn't either. I hear he's practically a squib," she said with a chuckle.

Neville tensed up at that barb.

"I'm not able to cast any unforgivables so I guess I'll have to get inventive with my spells. You should be very worried because I know a lot of spells," Augusta threatened her.

"When I get loose from these bonds I'm gonna make you both pay!" Bellatrix yelled at them. "I'm gonna do you just like I did Frank and Alice. You'll both be just like them!" she exclaimed and burst out with her cackling laugh.

Augusta shook her head at the crazy witch's behavior, but then she heard her grandson yell.

"CRUCIO!" Neville yelled at Bellatrix as he cast the spell on her and held it there sending all his hate for what she did to his parents.

Bellatrix started screaming and thrashing around as Neville held the spell on her. His gran stared at him in shock until she managed to come to her senses.

"NEVILLE!" Augusta yelled. "That's enough!"

Neville stopped the spell and looked over at his gran. He was a bit shocked at what he did.

"How did you know how to cast that evil spell, Neville?" Augusta asked with concern.

"My fourth year Defense professor explained the unforgivables to us and what is required to cast them. We thought he was Alastor Moody, but he turned out to be a Death Eater using polyjuice."

"Oh, I remember the news about the fallout of all that at the selection ceremony when the goblet tried to pick Harry Potter as the fourth champion. He exposed Barty Crouch, Jr. instead. Senior didn't come out of that unscathed either." She looked over at her grandson. "Have you ever cast that spell before?"

"No, ma'am," he said truthfully.

"How about the other two? Have you cast those?" she asked.

"No, ma'am," he answered with a shake of his head.

"Good. Now I want you to try very hard to never do that again. Please?" she pleaded with him.

Neville nodded.

"I love you Neville. I want you to know that those spells are very dark and they will pollute your soul," she said sincerely. "Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"We have very strong wards so no one else needs to know about this. I don't want you to ever tell anyone that you used an unforgivable. I know she deserved it but just forget it ever happened."

Bellatrix then started laughing again, cackling really, so they both looked at her.

"Not bad, little Neville," she said after she stopped laughing. "Not quite as strong as the Dark Lord's, of course, but you pulled that off pretty well for your first attempt. Stick with me and I'll have you casting that like a pro in no time," she offered.

"Oh, for Merlin's sake!" Augusta cried then cast a strong cutting curse that hit Bellatrix in the neck nearly slicing her head off. She bled out quickly. "Sorry. I couldn't listen to her anymore, Neville. She needed to be put out of not just our misery but her own too. She was not a sane witch."

"You did her a favor, Gran. The world too, for that matter," he assured her.

"Come on. Help me clean up this mess. We'll float her outside and turn her body to ash before vanishing them. I'll let you use the spells to help wipe out your last one. Tergeo will work on cleaning up all the blood. You may have to cast it several times given the amount."

Augusta cast a healing spell to knit Bellatrix's neck back together and stop the blood flow. Neville started casting Tergeo until all the blood was cleaned up off of everything. It took several casts of that spell to do that. He then floated her outside with his Gran following along.

When they came near the pond, Augusta had Neville put the body down while she transfigured some sticks into a funeral pyre. She then had Neville float the body up and lay it down on the pyre. When the body was situated, they both cast Incendio to light the pyre and let it consume the body.

When only ash remained, Augusta had Neville cast Evanesco to vanish everything.

The deed was done.


Harry decided that now that he had reached his personal goal and was well on his way to getting ready to start his own company, it was time to talk to Hermione and his other friends. He needed to concentrate on building droids and developing a formula to make the liquid metal instead of having to use his magic.

Once he had that automated he could build droids on an assembly line.

In order to get cracking on this he needed to take all of his NEWTs to get them out of the way. He would need to explain to his friends about that and not attend Hogwarts for the last two years. He and One could then spend their time preparing.

He decided he would ride the train back to Hogwarts and tell them then. He could apparate back to his home once they reached Hogsmeade. Meanwhile, he needed to send Hedwig to the Ministry so he could schedule taking the rest of his NEWTs before summer ended.

On September first, Harry found himself on the Hogwarts Express where he managed to tell everyone that he felt needed to know. He explained about already having his eleven NEWTs and he would now just concentrate on his business idea. He spent extra time with Hermione and checked with Neville to see if they handled everything. Neville assure him that they did.

Hermione was sad to know he would not be there the last two years, but was pleased when he asked her to come see him about a job when she finished all of her planned schooling. She promised she would look him up at that time.

After they reached Hogsmeade, Harry bid his friends his last goodbyes, wished them good luck on their NEWTs, and apparated back to his home in Cardiff.


Nearly a year had passed with Harry and One working in Cardiff on the business. No one had heard much from Voldemort or his Death Eaters during that whole time, but Snape had reported that the dark lord was busy building a very big army filled with giants, werewolves, and all manner of dark creatures.

The Order was working overtime trying to gather any information they could get a hold of so they could keep tabs on Voldemort's activities and plans. The thrust of his focus always turned out to be his buildup of a large army.

Then, out of nowhere, in April of 2027, Voldemort attacked the Ministry. No one had heard any news of his plans to do that. He and his Death Eaters swarmed the place and took it over, killing many.

Several fled when they realized their efforts were in vain against such a large number of attackers and with Voldemort himself showing up. Some fled the country but many went to Hogwarts. Several of the aurors and others made it to the castle after fighting their way free of the Ministry.

Once the people fleeing reached the castle with news of the Ministry falling to Voldemort, the castle was prepped and readied in case they had to go into full lockdown.

It was two months later, after the Ministry was completely changed by the dark lord and his followers, that plans were made to attack Hogwarts. Word reached Dumbledore about the plan from one of his undercover Order members who overheard the Death Eaters talking about it in the Ministry.

Dumbledore sent off an owl to Harry to inform him of Voldemort's plans to attack the castle in June. He implored Harry to come and join the fight and bring whatever he was going to unleash on the dark lord when Harry showed up. Since Voldemort was planning on coming with the attackers then it would be a good opportunity to face him, he explained.

Harry read the letter and sent a response back letting the headmaster know that he would be there to help.

Dumbledore was pleased to hear that. He just wished he knew what Harry had planned.

As June arrived, Dumbledore and McGonagall made sure the younger years and anyone old enough but unwilling to fight were sent home after they took their end of the year exams. They held the tests a little earlier just in case. Those taking OWLs and NEWTs would have to wait until the examiners were available again.

When Voldemort and his army showed up at the gates of Hogwarts, the ones in the castle were ready but the massive number of Death Eaters, giants, werewolves, and many dark creatures in Voldemort's army made them think they would not survive this. There was just too many of them.

The castle was on full lockdown as Voldemort and his extra-large army amassed outside the gates, spread out even into parts of Hogsmeade.

The ones waiting in the castle were wondering why Voldemort had not started attacking already. Was he waiting on something? It wasn't but a few minutes later when the giants showed up. That's when it became obvious why he waited.

As soon as the giants arrived, they were given their orders. They then demolished the gates and crashed through ahead of everyone else as they led the charge against the castle.

Dumbledore had just headed out to meet them, thinking he would not survive this but hoped to make a big enough difference for everyone else. He stopped moving when he noticed several men coming out from under the Whomping Willow and they were moving at an incredible speed. They were all dressed in a light grey, tight fitting uniform.

What was interesting was they were headed straight for the giants.


Harry had been very busy, with help from Number One, building many, many droids. He had worked out the formula needed to make the liquid metal without having to use his powerful transfiguration spell over and over. While working on the formula he and One still continued to make more droids and used his spell to finish them.

When Dumbledore notified him of Voldemort's plans to attack the castle, Harry had hundreds and hundreds of droids ready to go. All they needed was the right programming installed. He could do that to as many as needed all at once and it never took long.

His plans to fight Voldemort included his original idea of making assassin droids and calling them Terminators. Number One would stick with Harry as they sought out a confrontation with Voldemort. Meanwhile, he would need his Terminators to take care of Voldemort's army.

He apparated with his trunk straight into the Shrieking Shack. The only droid he had with him outside the trunk was One.

When they arrived there were a few of the army close by so One took them out quickly while Harry unshrunk his trunk and ordered his Terminators to attack.

They came pouring out of his trunk with half going into Hogsmeade and attacking from the rear while the other half went down the tunnel and came out under the Whomping Willow to attack the front line. The first one out pressed the knot to still the tree. They were moving so fast though they could have avoided its branches or gone straight through them.

Making the tree be still was an order from Harry to help protect it from harm.

Number One's number one priority was to protect Harry from all harm. He stuck with Harry the whole time and made sure no spell or anything else ever hit him. He could do this while killing Death Eaters and dark creatures, even while Harry did the same. It was not difficult for him to do both.

The amount of Terminators Harry programmed and brought to the battle was 50, so 25 were wreaking havoc from the rear while 25 were doing the same in the front of the castle. Harry and One brought up the rear and assisted from there as they looked for the dark lord.


Dumbledore was dumbfounded when the men in grey attacked the giants head on. Their hands seem to change into sharp weapons that quickly brought the giants down and into a heap. Then he saw them drag the giants so their bodies were laying end to end in front of the castle and it only took one of the men to move a giant.

The ones not involved with positioning the giants jumped up on top of the giant bodies, a leap no normal man could make, then jumped off the other side right in the midst of attackers following the giants.

The positioning of the giant bodies made it very difficult for the attackers to get close to the castle without having to go over or around the massive bodies of the dead giants. Moving forward to the castle was basically cut off, or at least as long as the men in grey could keep them at bay.

Curious how they were doing, Dumbledore apparated up to the Astronomy Tower where a few others were already gathered. When he turned around and looked out to see past the giants, he was astonished at the speed in which the men in grey were decimating Voldemort's army. They tore through them like they were paper. What was amazing was the men only numbered around 25, who were fighting thousands.

However, when he looked further towards Hogsmeade and enhanced his site, he could see what looked like another 25 tearing through the army from the rear. As he continued to scan the forces of Voldemort, or what was left, he finally came upon Voldemort and Harry Potter seeming to face off.

They had found a place off to themselves, away from the army and the fifty grey men. They were actually on the grounds of Hogwarts while the army and grey men were out past the gates boxing in the army from the front and back, or at least what was left of the thousands of Death Eaters, werewolves in their human form, and many dark creatures.

The grey men gave them no quarter and slaughtered them all.

Meanwhile, Voldemort was trying to hit Harry Potter with a spell but each time a man with Harry, dressed in what looked like Muggle clothes, would jump in front of the spell. The spells never seemed to bother the man. In fact, it looked like his body would spread out some but then just come back together on some of the more powerful ones.

Could this be what Harry Potter brought as a surprise for Voldemort? Could the 50 grey men be part of that surprise too?

It looked like Harry cast a spell at the ground near Voldemort's feet. It was not recognizable, nor did it seem to do anything. That was a very confusing move on Harry's part, at least to the headmaster. Voldemort thought Harry missed when he was in a hurry to get a spell off.

Dumbledore was just about to apparate to go help when he saw Harry speak, directing the man to go after Voldemort. The man took off fast like the grey men straight toward Voldemort with one hand turning into a large axe.

Voldemort did something no one else did and cast a big curse that knocked the man back several feet. That must have hurt Dumbledore thought but the man didn't act like it. He was up faster than you could blink and moving toward Voldemort again.

However, the man went flying back just like before, but even further this time, from Voldemort's powerful spell.

What Dumbledore didn't hear was Harry speaking to One silently. He told One to do it just one more time. All he needed was the distraction at this point.

One, ever the dutiful droid, moved after him again, running toward Voldemort. When Voldemort whipped his wand up even faster than before, One took a small step to the left, further away from Harry. This caused Voldemort's powerful spell to miss One which made the dark lord more desperate. He tried to apparate but he couldn't. He tried his portkey but it failed. He was really desperate now.

He knew he needed to fire another spell as fast as possible since he would run out of time if he didn't. Whoever this man was he could not hurt him no matter what he tried. His power was holding him off for now so he raised his wand and concentrated on the fast moving man and he poured as much power as he dared into it.

If he tossed the man far enough away he could kill Harry Potter and then only have to concentrate on the man who was currently almost in range with that axe.

He was so close at this point that he couldn't miss. Just as his wand came down to cast at the man who wouldn't stay down, he was hit in the side by a spell. He had forgotten to pay attention to Harry Potter while concentrating completely on this one man he couldn't seem to kill or even hurt.