Albus Dumbledore jerked out of his seat and stared at Ginny Weasley, who sat across from him. Since her interaction with Tom Riddle in her first year, which Albus had recognized and stopped before it was too late; she had had a mental connection to Tom, which resulted in her seeing certain flashes of memories from time to time. She had been in her History of Magic class, not ten minutes ago, when she saw Voldemort's latest plan. He was going to attack the Department of Mysteries to take the prophecy orb that contained the prophecy about Harry Potter and him. Dumbledore stood immediately, and said "Ms. Weasley, please remain in my office, you can read the books as you wait. Do not go anywhere until I return." With that, he flooed away to Grimmauld Place, the house of Sirius Black. Sirius had been proven innocent two years ago when Peter Pettigrew was found to be hidden with the Weasley family in his rat form. The house was being used as the Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, and Dumbledore needed some backup before he intercepted Voldemort and his Death Eaters.
He quickly gathered the few people on hand, who were Moony, Padfoot, Tonks, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Moody, Hestia Jones and Justin Arnault (A Hit-Wizard). He created a portkey for them, and the entire group shimmered into existence in the middle of the Hall of Prophecy, just as Voldemort was reaching for the orb. Dumbledore immediately fired off hexes and curses, and the battle started. Voldemort and Dumbledore began moving around, the Death Eaters sticking near to their master. Within half an hour, the battle had moved from the Hall of Prophecy into the Death Chamber, the black veil fluttering with a hidden breeze.
At once, two things happened. First, Levicorvus popped into the veil room, and brutally threw a body through the veil. He had come to deposit someone through the gateway, and he did so in a brutal fashion. With the increased aging due to the Time-Fluxed training grounds, he had come into his power a good eleven months ago, and had mastered his ability, reveling in the intoxicating control over his power. Yes, Levicorvus did not feel drawn by his power, he was proud of his control over it, which was unflappable. The second thing that happened was that Bellatrix Lestrange, who was dueling her cousin Sirius, got the upper hand on him, and sent a stunner that blew him off his feet and towards the veil. She intended not to kill him, but to merely put him out of the fight, but misjudged her spell, and blew him towards the veil. She watched in horror as Padfoot's body arched backwards, and closed her eyes reflexively.
Harry suddenly noticed that he was not alone, and his eyes were drawn to the veil as his godfather was about to fall through it. In a microsecond, he popped to within an inch of his godfather, and manually pushed him sideways, and out of his freefall into the Veil of Death. He sighed in relief as his Godfather's stunned body fell to the side. He was about to curse the one that had hit him, but noticed that an extremely beautiful woman was on her knees, a tear seeping from her eyes. He decided that she did not mean for Sirius to die, so he walked over to her, and placed his hand on her shoulder, waking her from her misery. Her eyes darted to the veil, and widened in relief as she saw her cousin's body on the ground a few feet away from it. She looked back at the one who was holding her shoulder, and her breath hitched as she gazed upon a perfect example of masculinity, as a Greek God stood before her. The god, no, the man, wiped a tear off her face and said "Relax, I got him out of the way. If you wouldn't mind keeping an eye on my godfather, then I'll get rid of the others, and come back and take that tattoo off your arm."
Then, he was gone, heaving a shocked and aroused Bellatrix behind him. With a flash of light, the duel between Dumbledore and Voldemort was cut short, as an external source hit Voldemort in the side with a banishing charm, and blew his body violently against the wall. Voldemort snarled and got up, his bones aching. He had been resurrected a year ago by Wormtail and was forced to use Ginny Weasley's blood to do so. The lingering protection from Harry's mother had worn off by now, as Harry had passed his Magical Maturity.
Dumbledore looked on in surprise as a teenager hit Voldemort with a curse, banishing him painfully into a wall. Currently, he was thinking 'How can I get his power on my side?'
Harry stared dispassionately as Voldemort snarled "Who the hell are you, boy?" He sneered at the snake like man, and hissed a theatrical line "Your worsssst nightmare, Tommmm. The name is Levicorvus, and it is not a pleasure." Voldemort's eyes widened. He knew of Levicorvus, and had sent Wormtail to him a few months ago as an emissary to have him join. He knew of Levicorvus's legendary power and reputation. What he got back was the lower part of Wormtail's decapitated and viciously tortured body, while the upper part, namely the head, which was kept completely intact, was sent straight to the office of Albus Dumbledore, who used it to get Sirius cleared of all charges.
He straightened his body and hissed "Levicorvus. I offer you again; join me on the road to power. If you do not join, I will kill you." A haunting laughter came from the mouth of the man that all around now knew to be the most powerful and feared assassin in the world, the feared Levicorvus. He sneered at Voldemort, shocking a few people with his audacity, and hissed back "Tom Marvolo Riddle, I need not join you to be powerful. I am more powerful than you without mutilating my body and mind. If you do not jump through the veil, then I will kill you"
Voldemort looked around for someone to order to discipline this man, but saw various splatters of blood, and a group of viciously torn apart Death Eaters, and a group of bruised but otherwise healthy Order members. He snarled, and began to duel with Levicorvus, sending the darkest of curses at him, only to have them slapped away with equal skill. Then, Levicorvus began attacking; furiously sending hexes and curses in Parseltongue and various languages at Voldemort, who was forced on the defensive. A Japanese bone-breaking spell smashed into his wand arm, rendering it useless, as various other cannonballs bounced of his shield. He shrieked in pain and lifted his wand with his left hand and continued the duel, but was unprepared for a few enchanted throwing knives to be imbedded in his skin on his left hand and both his knee caps. They were thrown with deadly accuracy, and the enchantments were set off by Voldemort's blood, making the knives explode violently, and sending the Dark Lord to the ground in a pool of blood. He screamed in pain as his knees and elbow were blown to bits, his limbs attached to him by only the barest of flesh. If it weren't for his magic and the rituals he had undergone, he would have been dead by now.
Getting over his pain through Occlumency, he snarled at the man who was staring at him dispassionately, and hissed "I underestimated you this time, Assassin, but I will not be so lenient the next time." After his attempt at showing off that made Levicorvus snort, he whispered in Parseltongue "Healer" and disappeared. It seemed like Voldemort was prepared for everything, and had people or House-Elves more likely, standing by at various posts to tend to him as he chose.
He turned around with a slight grin on his face, but still looked unrecognizable after having used his metamorphmagus skills to change his bone structure slightly, get rid of his scar and change his eyes to an ice cold blue. He usually used this face when he worked, lest he be found out. His air was pulled back into a short ponytail in true aristocratic style, not looking like James Potter's at all. He raised an eyebrow at Dumbledore's calculating look, and turned away, walking over to where Bellatrix Lestrange was kneeling, running a hand though her older brother's hair. At the age of 29 years, she was quite the vision of beauty, with full lips, a perfect body with largish breasts, a curved waist that ran to rounded hips and an ass that Levicorvus decided he would like know better. He shook his head, clearing the erotic thoughts away and stopped near them, bending down and checking Padfoot's pulse. He grinned as he realized that the old man was simply suffering from a bump to the head, and sent a reassuring look to the woman, who he had recognized as soon as he came in to be Bellatrix.
Harry squatted in front of her, and put his hand under her chin and lifted her head until he was looking in her eyes. She stared, entranced by the beautiful green eyes that bored into her, and heard him ask "Did the pain break the Imperius?" She nodded, wondering how he knew, and he smiled lightly and said "Enough emotion can break any curse." She looked at him hopefully and he smiled once more, and said "Don't worry. You'll be fine." She nodded hesitantly, and wondered why she believed him, and why he was helping her at all. Then, she remembered that he had called Sirius his godfather, and her eyes widened as she took in the green eyes, the face that reminded her of James Potter, and the lightening bolt scar on his forehead. He winked at her, and put his finger to his lips, indicating for her to be silent. A brief look of concentration crossed his face, and his features morphed back to how they looked during the battle, the scar vanishing and his eyes turning a cold blue that made her shiver involuntarily.
He muttered "Bloody old man. Alright, Mrs. Lestrange, if escape is what you want, then you shall have it. I need to get rid of Dumbledore and grab Remus. Please wait here." His quick and cold professional tone startled her, and all she could do was nod dumbly. Harry stood up and motioned to Remus Lupin. He had met the man about seven months ago in one of the Werewolf bars in Aberdeen, and nodded at him, beckoning him over. Remus' eyes widened as he recognized the feared assassin that he had met, and recalled how the man had shown absolutely unbelievable skill with his knives that day, using his two daggers rather than throwing darts to hit the bull's eye every time they played darts. Levicorvus had not yet revealed his true identity to the man.
He stood and walked over, only to pause as Dumbledore said in a clear voice across the hall "HALT! Young man, I do not know who you are, will you enlighten me?"
Levicorvus sneered "No. Rather than have you question me, old man, I was expecting thanks for my help in your little battle."
His tone and response both confused and irritated Dumbledore, who tried his grandfatherly façade and said "Sir, you misunderstand me. Perhaps you do not know who I am? I am Alb-"
Levicorvus interjected in a bored tone "Albus Dumbledore, Order of Merlin, First Class, Headmaster of Hogwarts, defeater of Grindelwald, Supreme Mugwump, etc., not to mention an insufferably irritating old man who loves bandying his titles around to pry into the lives of private citizens."
Bellatrix stifled a giggle, as did Remus, and Dumbledore blushed and said "I do not know what I could possibly have done to you to deserve your response, but I'm afraid you must tell me your name. You see, you committed a rather large crime today by breaking an entering into Ministry property, and if you co-operate, and perhaps agree to join the Order of the Phoenix to fight against Voldemort, I can smooth things out for you."
Levicorvus snorted "Oh, so the exalted leader of the light is actually the old, manipulative and coercive goat fucker who blackmails private citizens into divulging information? May I be so bold as to point out that you didn't exactly receive an invitation to come here, idiot? Do not presume to order me around. As for your pathetic band of merry idiots who accomplish no more than stunning the odd initiate once a month, I would never even consider putting myself under your inept command. Oh, and be so kind as to order your one-eyed freak to lower his wand from behind me, or I will be forced to remove his other eye as well."
Dumbledore gaped, and Bellatrix began snickering wildly. Moody, who had been sneaking up behind Levicorvus looked disgruntled, and lowered his wand in grudging respect, despite the derogatory way he had been referred to. Levicorvus said as a parting shot "Mrs. Lestrange has been under the Imperius curse for a long time now, and only the emotion of nearly killing her cousin snapped her out of it. I expect to see her acquitted in the next few days." With that, he grabbed Remus and Bellatrix, slung Sirius over his shoulder, and popped away, extending his apparating field to nearly five feet in radius, which caused a sonic boom that blasted Moody halfway across the hall. Dumbledore was left white-faced for two reasons. Firstly, the man was an Assassin, by the looks of things, and seemed to be ridiculously powerful and skilled. Secondly, it seemed that the man disliked him quite a lot; going by the way he treated the Mugwump just a few minutes ago. He wearily made his way towards Cornelius Fudge, the Minister, who had fainted as soon as he had come down to investigate the source of the disturbance, and had seen Levicorvus fighting Voldemort. Mugwump and Minister had to have a long chat.
((-))
With a small flash of light and a popping noise, the group arrived in one of Levicorvus' safe houses in central London. He let go of Bellatrix and Remus, and set Sirius down on the couch. He stepped back, and slumped onto a couch nearby, indicating for the other two to take a seat as well.
Immediately Remus questioned "Levicorvus, may I ask why you brought us with you? And why did you save Sirius and fight off Voldemort for us?"
Harry cracked a slight grin and said "Well, I'll tell you in a minute. Actually, it was pure luck that I was there in the first place. I had some ah, business to dispose off through the veil, and I went there, and the next thing I know, I see Sirius here flying towards the veil, and a horrified Mrs. Lestrange looking at him. So, I just helped out a bit, it's not like it was a problem."
Remus' eyes bugged out and he muttered "You took care of thirteen Death Eaters, including three of the inner circle and then practically broke Voldemort in half and you call that 'no problem'?
Levicorvus simply grinned and said "Yeah." Then, he flicked his wand at the room around him, and charmed all three of them to look like angels as well as made the room a shocking pink in color. He sent a cheeky grin at Remus, and woke up Sirius, who rubbed his head stupidly and asked "Why is heaven pink?"
Remus tried to stifle his laughter, as did Bellatrix, while Levicorvus hid a grin and said "Mortal! You presume this to be heaven? This, mortal, is HELL! You will have to take care of pink bunnies for the rest of eternity! You will have to wear pink clothes and eat pink food! And I'll be damned if you don't shit pink shit!"
Sirius squeaked and passed out, and the others couldn't control themselves any longer, and they burst out laughing. Harry woke Sirius again and said "Mortal! For passing out, you're in trouble!"
Sirius's eyes widened and he protested "Please! No! I'm sorry! I'll do anything!"
Levicorvus sneered unconvincingly through his grin and said "No. I'm afraid, that for you, the punishment is the worst one in hell. You have the horrible task of…"
He trailed off, leaving Sirius to choke back a sob in horror, and continued "…of painting the rest of hell pink! It's currently a rather drab olive, so we need more torturous pink!"
Sirius was shocked for a second, before he spotted Moony in the background, and shouted "DAMN IT! I was pranked! No fair…I really believed you!"
The others cracked up, and Levicorvus managed to stutter out "That…was…the…point…idiot!" Remus howled in laughter and collapsed on the couch. Bellatrix wasn't much better, she had tears running down her face as she leaned against Harry's strong arm, practically convulsing in laughter. Harry finally sobered up, and undid the charms on the room.
Sirius looked downcastedly around the room muttering "I can't believe I fell for that!" until his eyes came across Bellatrix, who he looked at warily. She now had tears of sadness rolling down her face, and Sirius asked guardedly "Trix?"
She nodded sadly through her tears, and threw herself into his arms, sobbing loudly and stammering apologies. Sirius, quite contrary to the rather playful character that he usually was, was very serious as he hugged his youngest cousin to him tightly and whispered "Its okay, Trix, it wasn't your fault. I know you would never do that to anyone." He stroked her hair and kissed her forehead, and Harry suddenly felt a rush of jealousy that he was unable to explain.
He shrugged it off, and once they had calmed down, he said "Well, people, I showed Bellatrix something earlier today, and I should show you two as well." With that, his features changed in an instant to those of Harry James Potter. There were gasps from Remus and Sirius, as well as a glazed look in Bellatrix's eyes as she gazed at him. They shouted "HARRY!" together, and rushed at him, engulfing him in a crushing hug that took most of his air out of him. Both men were crying unabashedly, and Harry had a slight flicker of sympathy and felt like a huge bastard for not meeting them earlier. He wrapped his hands around them and whispered "Padfoot, Moony, it's great to see you guys again."
They finally untangled, and Harry gave them an abridged version of what had happened to him since he had left Privet Drive. He mentioned that he was a little older than 18 years old at the time due to the various sessions that he had spent perfecting the things he learnt in the Vampire chambers, but missed the flash of surprise and hope in Bellatrix's eyes before disappointment entered them, and she bowed her head. When he was done, he apologized for not meeting them sooner, which they waved off immediately. They took the news that he was an assassin considerably well, commenting upon the fact that at the very least, Harry's chosen profession had at least taught him how to keep himself safe. At this point, Harry was distracted by a whimper from Bellatrix, who clutched her left forearm and clamped her eyes shut, before tilting her head back and letting loose a bloodcurdling shriek of pain as Voldemort attempted to drain her life from her.
Harry cursed, and lifted Bellatrix into his arms, pointed his wand at her heart, and muttered a few words in Parseltongue, and Bellatrix immediately relaxed as Harry's spell had made all the love she had ever felt group together and wash down the connection to Voldemort. They both sat panting, as the pain and the spell had taken a lot out of Bellatrix and Harry respectively. She unconsciously snuggled against his chest, and his hand gripped her waist possessively, making Remus and Sirius grin in the background.
He held her tightly until her whimpering had ceased and then whispered into her ear "Will you allow me to remove the mark? It won't be painful, but your magic will fluctuate for a day or two because Voldemort can't leech off your power any more." She turned wide, questioning eyes towards him, and they suddenly noticed how close their faces were. Rather than blush or jump back, they looked into each other's eyes deeply for a few minutes, before she finally nodded. She was sitting sideways in his lap on a couch, so Harry reached his arm around her and held up her left arm, pulling back the sleeve to expose the ugly mark, making Bellatrix wince. His breath was falling across the side of her face, and she nearly shivered as she experienced a sense of security while in his arms that she had never felt before. He pointed his wand at the mark and began hissing in Parseltongue "Nekh-nessssau-sssessimeh-resssoh-nesssau-sssene-ssssilassss." There was a tingling sensation, and Bellatrix watched, enraptured, as the ugly tattoo faded away into nothingness.
She burst into tears and hugged him tightly, and he gave a small smile, before lifting her off his lap and depositing her onto the couch next to him. He stood, and said "The three of you are welcome to call this your home for as long as you need. I have already added you to the wards, so you can apparate in and out as needed. Remus, Sirius, you can probably arrange a trial for Bellatrix if she wants one. I have a prior appointment that needs to be dealt with, so I will leave. I ask that you do not tell Dumbledore who I am, simply tell him that I am an acquaintance of Remus', which is the truth, so he will not pick up on it. Tell him nothing else; simply that I decided to lend a hand to you."
Sirius nodded his head and said "Harry, Remus and I are needed at the Order Headquarters. Since I am in control of the wards, you can come there if you wish, I will add you to the wards there. Trix will come with us." He wrote down the secret to Grimmauld Place and gave it to Harry, who read it, and incinerated the paper immediately. He gave a curt nod, and got ready to go.
Turning to Bellatrix, he said "My offer still stands for you if you do not wish to be in the vicinity of the Order. This apartment is fully stocked, and you are free to choose any room you wish." She smiled and nodded through her tears, and hugged him once more, kissing his cheek and whispering "Thank you so much."
Harry kissed her cheek and muttered "No problem." With that, he nodded to the other two, and apparated away, leaving them behind to leave at their own convenience.
Sirius looked at Remus and slumped on the couch, muttering "My Godson is the most feared assassin in the world. Bloody Hell." Remus grinned, and Bellatrix giggled slightly. Sirius turned to her and raised an eyebrow, saying "Trix, you seemed sort of close to him…"
She blushed bright red and began to protest, but he grinned and said "Hey! I don't have a problem with it, he's far more mature than anyone else I have ever met. He's a lot like Lily, that one." She shut up, and he grinned at her, provoking another blush. He went to her and wrapped her up in his arms, holding her tightly and whispering "I'm so sorry you had to go through all those years of pain. I tried telling them, but no-one believed me."
She let out a single tear and shook her head, and replied softly "At least it's over now." He nodded and held her tighter, whispering "Yes, it's over."
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Levicorvus reappeared in an ornate office, in front of two people in handsome business suits that were creased by the thick cords that encircled them. He spoke in a chilling voice "So sorry for the interruption. Your associate has made his way through the veil. If I do not get answers in five seconds about what the combination to the safe is, you will join him in the afterlife." He counted to five, but neither spoke, believing it to be a bluff.
Levicorvus sighed and said "Very well. Perhaps you think this is a joke. Let me introduce myself, so you know who you're dealing with." He whipped out his pistol, and fired a bullet into the forehead of the one on the left, making blood splatter across the other's face. Two more bullets made the dead man's kneecaps explode, and the one on the right went white in the face as he gasped "Levicorvus!"
The assassin gave a flippant nod, and raised his gun once more, pointing squarely at the man's forehead, and he said "The combination." The man stuttered "P-please! D-Don't hurt me! I'll tell you! I'll tell you! It's 24-36-18-22-33-11!" Levicorvus nodded, and put the combination into he vast safe, and pulled the handle, which swung the door open with a creak. He turned to the last man, who had a puddle of urine marring the beauty of his suit, and raised his gun once more and whispered "I apologize, but I do not leave any jobs unfinished." With three sharp cracks, the last man suffered the same fate as his companion, with bullets in his kneecaps and forehead.
Levicorvus put the gun back into its holster, and took a file out of the safe. With another thought, he picked up the three briefcases that lay in there, and opened them, finding large stacks of hundred pound bills, which he grinned at. He shrunk the briefcases, and put them in his pocket, grinning at the fact that he had managed to find a bonus in his mission. It could be considered unprofessional, but Levicorvus was skilled enough to leave no trace of his ever being there except for the trademark way in which he had killed the men. The Aurors hadn't a clue as to who or where Levicorvus was to be found, and most of them were too scared to wander down the depths of Diagon Alley to find him. He hefted the file and with a whoosh of air, disappeared from the room, appearing back in another one of his safe houses, this one a mansion in Godric's Hollow that he had under the Fidelius Charm. He walked into his study, reminiscing as he recalled the house that his parents had lived in, and remembered the vast amount of money that it had taken to have it rebuilt exactly as it was.
He nodded to Knobby, who was polishing the desk, and opened his safe with an intricate combination of numbers, magical signature and fingerprints, and deposited the file in there. He gave the three briefcases to Knobby, and asked his energetic House-Elf to arrange the money according to denomination in his safe, which was easily the size of a wardrobe. A quick glance at his watch and a rumble in his stomach made him grin, and he headed down to the kitchen, and whipped himself up some food, leaving Knobby to do the work upstairs.
His hunger sated, he reached for his itinerary, and crossed out the last of his jobs for the month. He would send the file over to his contact tomorrow. Levicorvus never read the files or opened the briefcases that he was told to retrieve, since they did not have anything to do with him. He laid back and relaxed, and flipped on the T.V., which was a stroke of genius on his part. He had managed to combine charms and electronics to give him a free connection to the cable TV that was broadcasted all over London, as well as provide a magical source to substitute for electricity.
He flipped through the channels, marveling at how hopelessly shitty some of the programs were, and shook his head. He reflected on the prophecy, which he had picked from Dumbledore's mind so many years ago, and decided that he couldn't afford to have Dumbledore lord it over his head and use it as a weapon. He needed to retrieve it, and dispose of it.
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Dumbledore was fuming. He had to get that boy's power on his side! There was no other way! He fumed at the lack of respect that he had been shown, and was indignant at the fact that he, Albus Dumbledore, the greatest wizard in the world, had been put down by a boy with no manners and no class at all. In his bloated sense of self importance, he neglected to reflect on the fact that his life had been saved, that the boy had greater power than him, far more knowledge, and better skill. His face red with rage, he flooed back into his office, and flung his chair against the wall, startling poor Ginny Weasley who fell out of her seat. Dumbledore paused in shock, he had completely forgotten about the Weasley girl! A quick obliviate later, and after reassuming his lovely grandfatherly face, he told the girl that he had successfully driven Voldemort away. Going by the stars in her eyes, Dumbledore crowed inwardly, as he knew that he entire student body would hear by tomorrow that Albus Dumbledore had single handedly fought off Voldemort and hundreds of his followers, before riding a dragon off into the sunset. He nearly grinned as he imagined the amount of veneration he would receive tomorrow.
The girl scampered out of his office simply itching to tell someone what she knew. Dumbledore looked over to his floo, and called for an urgent Order meeting at Grimmauld Place in fifteen minutes. After washing his face, picking up a bag of lemon drops and re-schooling his grandfatherly face, he flooed away to Headquarters.
He arrived fashionably late in his opinion, a good five minutes after the whole order had assembled. He stalked to the top of the table in a regal manner, and took a seat, popping a lemon drop into his mouth. He looked over the assembled group of people with a smile and said "Good evening. I called this meting today to inform you that the weapon in the Department of Mysteries is safe, we managed to drive Voldemort away."
There were a few cheers, but some people looked decidedly uncomfortable. Tonks spoke up "Uh, Sir, we basically had nothing to do with it…it was that guy. He took apart thirteen Death Eaters easily, and literally shredded Voldemort to pieces." May of the people looked on in shock, while the ones who were at the ministry nodded.
Dumbledore smiled slightly, despite seething inside, and said "Of course. I apologize for my mistake." Many of the Order members asked who it was, but Dumbledore said he didn't know. He promised to show a pensieve memory a bit later, and turned to Sirius and Remus and said "Who was that man? And where is Mrs. Lestrange?"
This led to a burst of comments and protests as Sirius stood up and said "My cousin is sleeping upstairs. She is tired, which is understandable after being under the Imperius curse for more than fifteen years. I want to make it clear that none of you are to harm her, understand? She has gone through an ordeal that would break any one of you, and if I hear that any of you have irritated her or hurt her in any manner, I will not be held responsible for my actions, which will probably involve a lot of blood." The Order members gulped, as none had ever seen Sirius this serious before, and had no doubt that he wasn't joking.
He continued "As to who that man was, he was apparently a man that Remus here met in a bar about six months ago. None of us know what he does for a living, or what his name is. He just woke me up, somehow took away Bellatrix's Dark Mark, and sent us on our way."
Dumbledore tried legilimency, but was repelled by Sirius immediately, who snarled "Keep put of my mind, Dumbledore. If you try that again, you can cart your Order he hell out my house, is that understood?"
Dumbledore tried a grandfatherly smile and said "Of course, my boy! It was an accident, you know, sometimes I focus too hard and it happens. I'm awfully sorry, Mr. Black." Sirius sniffed and turned his head. Dumbledore needed to mollify him, since he had nowhere lese for them to meet. He said to the Order "It is true that Mrs. Lestr-" Here he was cut off by Sirius, who snarled "Black. She's divorced because I annulled her marriage as the Lord Black."
Dumbledore smiled "Of course, Ms. Black has been under the Imperius curse for a long time, and was relieved of her burden mere hours ago. Please try to be nothing but helpful, or at the very least, do not involve yourself with her if you are unable to accept this."
With that, he asked Fawkes to bring his pensieve, and he deposited a strand of memory into it. The Order collectively made their way into it, and watched the memory. They watched as Dumbledore battled Voldemort, and they saw him start losing, and spied the rest of the Order being overcome. Suddenly, three things happened. First, Levicorvus entered the memory on the far end, and threw a man in a business suit roughly through the veil. Second, Mundungus Fletcher passed out with a gasp of "Assassin!" and thirdly, Severus Snape, the normally unflappable and sneering git, gasped "Corvai!"
When it finished, the group exited the memory, and reassumed their seats on the table, Mundungus making a wild grab for his bottle of Firewhiskey, which he began draining at an unbelievable pace to quell his shaking. Snape looked pensive, and had a small smirk on his face. Dumbledore waited patiently, as did the rest of the Order, and finally, when no answers were coming, he asked "Mr. Fletcher, would you be so kind as to tell us who that man is?"
Fletcher, who was shaking violently, whispered "Assassin 1st Class Levicorvus, the most dangerous man in the world. He is literally a god in Knocturn Alley. He has power, skill, knowledge and experience, and he is the best at everything he does. He is the best Assassin, Smuggler, Thief and Money Launderer in the world, and you had better believe it. Do you wonder why I'm shaking? I saw him at work. He was accosted by Death Eaters in Knocturn a month ago. Ten of them, one of him. He was drunk, they were sober. He ripped them to shreds in seven seconds. He just pulled these amazing looking blades off his back, and jumped, and they were cut to shreds in seconds. It was the most unbelievable thing I've ever seen. Don't fuck with him; he won't let you get away."
He returned to his Firewhiskey, and continued chugging it down, smoke pouring out of his ears and growing steadily drunker. Dumbledore was a bit shocked, and he turned to Snape, who was still looking pensive with a slight smirk on his face, and asked "Severus? What cam you share with us?"
His head snapped up, and he spoke, for the first time without a sneer or a glare on his face, and possibly the only time that admiration shone in his eyes as they became slightly unfocused. "As you know," he said, "I am a vampire. I was not turned, but rather my father was a vampire. Well, the man you saw, Levicorvus, as he is known to the world, is known also as Corvai to the Vampires. He is not a vampire, but the recipient of only the third blood-bond in memorable history. He is a favorite of the council, thus his nickname 'Corvai', and is invited to meet with them on a regular basis. In fact, he has stayed at the mansions of the Elders on many occasions. He was responsible for arranging the peace treaty between the Vampires and the Werewolves, as well as invented a potion that would allow a Vampire out into sunlight, and a Werewolf to become closer to their inner wolf, making it easier for them to make the transition into a Lycan. He is widely known amongst the Vampires as the most excellent fighter they have ever seen. His skill with weapons is unbelievable. The two swords that Fletcher described were of his own making. They are the most advanced piece of weaponry that I have ever heard of. He is the most powerful person I know of. Yes Albus, he is far more powerful than you. I have worked on some potions with him before, and I have to say that the man is brilliant. He is a Potions Master of the highest caliber, and some of the potions that he has made are bloody astounding. As much as I hate to agree with that drunken slob, you really don't want to fuck with him."
The Order was shocked, and Dumbledore was seething at Snape's cheek to call this man more powerful than him. He inquisitively looked at Severus and said "Can you coerce him to join us? It's obvious that he dislikes Voldemort."
Snape laughed harshly and said "Dream on, Albus. The man is independent; he takes orders from no-one. No doubt, he will join us if you pay him, but firstly, you would never be able to afford his fee, and secondly, he will never put himself under another's command. He goes where he wants, when he wants, and nothing stops him. Albus, you do not understand. The man could kill you within seconds, and you would not be able to do a thing. He could kill you in Hogwarts, and pass through the wards without a second thought."
Dumbledore looked incredulous, but his opinion soon changed as a voice behind him said "Indeed" and the cold surface of a blade was pressed against Dumbledore's neck. Albus' eyes bugged out comically, and he tried to calm himself and stuttered out "What do you want? How did you find this place?"
There was a cold laughter and the blade disappeared, and Levicorvus, Assassin 1st class disappeared and reappeared at the other end of the table, startling Hestia Jones, who spilt her coffee. His hood was up, and all that could be seen was two ice cold blue eyes poking through the shadow as they raked the room. In a chilling voice, he spoke, his teeth becoming visible as his fangs elongated "I am here to tell you to desist with your examination of my character. I work alone and I do not submit to the command of another. I will give you one assurance, which is that no fighter who is against Voldemort shall suffer harm by my hand. I will not protect you, but in case I come across one of you being accosted, I shall lend aid. I am against Voldemort, but do not be so naïve and stupid as to think I am not a dark wizard. I do not seek to replace him. I warn you now, that unless you are prepared to pay my fee, I will assault anyone who attempts to 'recruit' me."
With a hiss of air, he vanished from view, leaving a sincerely startled and fearful group of Order members, and a shaken Dumbledore. Eight people had fainted from seeing the specter of power and darkness that was Levicorvus. Another three were shivering from the cold that had enveloped the room, and the rest were looking shaken. Only two people, Remus and Sirius, were feeling anything else. They had nothing but admiration in their eyes as they thought fondly of their godson, and marveled at the flattering opinion that even Snape had of him. They knew that respect given by the snarky Potions Master was certainly worth thinking about.
Dumbledore flopped into his seat, and said "Meeting's over. I will contact you if anything comes up." He left the house, berating himself for showing fear towards the assassin. While one part of his brain was telling him that Levicorvus was not a man to be trifled with, the other was indignant in exclaiming 'I am Albus Dumbledore! I am the most powerful wizard on earth!'
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Levicorvus reappeared upstairs in a room, and saw Bellatrix sitting on a couch, facing the fire. Her head snapped up as he entered, and her eyes widened with fear until he pulled his hood off, and then she relaxed. He grinned at her and said "Relax. If I wanted you dead, you wouldn't have noticed me come in." She nodded, and turned back to the fireplace.
He sat down on an adjacent couch and asked "How are you doing? Can you feel the magic fluctuate already?" She nodded once more, and looked at him, whispering "It's changing so fast. I'm going from powerful to weak in seconds. I feel like if I stand, I might fall at any time."
He nodded and went over to sit next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder as a tear leaked out of her eye. She whispered "Am I evil? Did I enjoy doing what I did? If I hated what I was being made to do, wouldn't I have fought harder?" She whimpered, and let out a sob, and he pulled her onto his lap and held her tightly. He said "Do not blame yourself for what that bastard forced you to do. The mark on your hand made sure that you couldn't fight him at all, since he was basically taking a part of you away. It was not your fault."
She burst into tears and buried her head against his chest, and nestled it into the crook of his neck, her tears falling onto his bare skin and trickling down his shirt. He raised a hand to brush her cheek, and cupped her face, leaning it up to him. He slowly put his lips on hers, gently kissing her through her tears. He withdrew from her and looked into her eyes and sighed "You're beautiful, Bellatrix. Don't make yourself feel bad because of what you were forced into."
Her tears eventually stopped, and she snuggled herself against him, slowly falling asleep. The last thing she said before dropping off was to whisper "I want to stay at your house. The people here hate me."
Harry kissed her forehead, and pulled out his wand, and conjured a note that told Sirius where they had gone. He left it unsigned, and disapparated with Bellatrix, arriving in the master bedroom of the safe house that he had brought them to before, and gently laid her onto the bed. She was whimpering, so he sat next to her, and brushed his hand through her hair for a while, gazing at her face and marveling at her beauty.
Levicorvus was an experienced man in the arts of love, a three week stint in Thailand had led him to being taught the various arts of seduction by a woman he met there. Harry had lost his virginity at the age of 12, when he looked like a fourteen and a half year old due to the time-fluxes. It had been in Canada, where he had gone drinking one night and ended up in bed with two girls around sixteen years old. He was inured to women and their beauty, but looking upon Bellatrix's aristocratic beauty, he felt a stirring within him that he had never expected to feel. With a sigh, he left a chaste kiss on her forehead, and prepared to leave, only to be held on to by Bellatrix. It was nearly 11 PM now, and she whimpered in her state of sleepiness "Please, don't go. Don't leave me alone."
Harry sighed, and sat down once more, and stroked her cheek. "What do you want me to do?"
She whimpered again, and involuntarily cringed, muttering "Stay with me. Please. I beg you, don't go." Harry was alarmed at her state, and he drew her into his arms and hugged her tightly to his chest, and whispered into her ear "I won't. I won't leave you. I'll stay here with you, okay? Go to sleep, I'm here for you."
Her breathing relaxed slightly, and Harry kicked off his shoes, and removed his weapons, tucking them under the bed. He took off his wand-holsters, and put them away as well, tucking a single wand under his pillow as he circled the bed and slid in next to her. He wrapped an arm around her midriff and held her tightly to him, holding her hand in his against her smooth stomach. She sighed in her sleep, and turned around so that she was nestled against his chest, and pushed him onto his back so that she could lie on top of him. In her sleep, she whispered "Thank you…Harry." He could feel the wetness of her tears through his t-shirt, and he sighed, kissing her head and dropping off to sleep. The last things he did were to strengthen his mental shields, and to imprint a note against the inside of his shields that informed him quite loudly that he had company, which would prevent him from taking hostile action against Bellatrix when he woke up.
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Bellatrix awoke the next morning to the feeling of utmost comfort. She was being held tightly and possessively against someone's chest, a chest that was, by the feel of things, quite muscular and shapely. Her eyes cracked open, and the violet gaze of her eyes met the striking emerald green of Harry's. She realized what happened the last night, and a tear leaked out of her eye as she whispered once more "Thank you."
He smiled at her lightly, and whispered back "Of course." Taking the initiative, she slowly reached up to him and kissed him, sighing with pleasure and happiness as her lips encountered the velvet softness of his mouth. He brought his hand up to cup her cheek, and drew her closer to him. He felt guilty as he reveled in the feeling of her breasts pushing against his chest, but he quashed it, and enjoyed the softness of her lips as he gently sucked on them, and slid his tongue into her mouth slowly. As their tongues touched, she gasped into his mouth and arched her back slightly, driving her crotch against his. Her eyes widened considerably as her crotch, which was slightly wet and quite hot, brushed against the natural bulge of his manhood through his underwear, and both moaned. He could feel her heat, and she felt his manhood rub against her crotch violently. He slipped his mouth off hers, and found her neck, licking a sensitive spot that made her whimper, and he trailed wet kisses on her neck and collarbone that made her gasp in pleasure. He brought his hand down from her cheek to her waist, and it gently roamed up the inside of her shirt, to cup her breast through the fabric of her bra. He kneaded the breast lightly as she moaned, and gently slipped the cup of her bra off, so his fingers could brush against her nipple. He slipped her bra back on gently, and sat her up, pulling her shirt over head to reveal a black lace bra that covered the slightly tanned skin of her chest. Her breasts swelled against the skimpy bra, and he gasped, lowering his mouth to her chest to lick and suck on her skin. She bucked against him, which only made him feel wilder, and he tore off the offending garment, and pushed her down onto her back.
She looked at him with wide eyes, with some fear and trepidation in her gaze. He looked at her body in undisguised awe, admiring the smooth, soft skin, the large breasts with perky pink nipples, the flat stomach and curved waist. Noticing her gaze, he looked deep into her eyes, reassuring her. He pulled off his t-shirt, exposing his muscled chest and firm stomach, and slid on top of her, his face hovering an inch above hers. He whispered against her lips "I will never hurt you, Bella. Never. I would rather die." A tear leaked out of her eye, and he brushed it away, before kissing her gently and with passion. He parted her lips with his, and their tongues met in an explosion of passion. He trailed his kisses down her neck and collarbone, and cupped her breasts in his hands, and squeezed softly, lowering his mouth to her pink nipples, and licked and sucked on them. She gasped loudly as the heat and wetness of his mouth encircled her nipple, and she cried out as his tongue drew wet circles around her nipple, before he captured it lightly in his teeth and flicked his tongue back and forth over it. He squeezed her breasts gently, and sucked on the skin above her nipple gently, before trailing wet kisses down her abdomen, and to her navel. He used his tongue to circle her navel, before he slid it in a little and licked the inside, making her squirm, before trailing his tongue down to the top of her pants, and licked and kissed the skin there. He raised his face back to her neck, kissing her, before primal passion overtook him, and his canines lengthened, and he gently pierced her skin with his teeth, the amazing nectar-like taste of her blood driving him wile as he sucked her neck gently. She barely felt the tiniest prick, although she knew what he was doing. From the gasp of absolute pleasure that he gave out, Bella nearly cried. He traced his tongue over her wounds, magically healing them through Vampire magic, and lapping up the last of the blood that had trickled out. His breathing had gone erratic, and he gasped "My god, Bella, you taste like heaven! I have never tasted anything that entrancing before. I'm not supposed to get pleasure from the blood, but your blood made me orgasm!" He slumped against her, breathing heavily, and whispered "Beautiful" as he gazed at her body in frank admiration, reflecting her stare as her eyes raked over his toned, chiseled muscles.
Sliding up her body once more, he lay on top of her, their noses touching as he whispered "You are beautiful. Painfully so. It's so hard to stop myself from ravaging you, from touching you, but I cannot do that. No doubt those bastards did horrible things to you, Bella, I won't do the same to you, I promise you that." She burst into tears, and he rolled to the side, and hugged her body against his tightly, and let her cry on him. He buried his face into her dark hair and inhaled deeply, enjoying the sensation of her soft hair draping across his face. She cried against him, saying "They did such awful things to me…and that bastard husband that my aunt gave me to, he let them do it to me, and he laughed and watched."
A tear leaked out of Harry's eye, and he whispered into her ear "Don't worry Bella, that will never happen again. I killed that bastard yesterday; he will never hurt you again. I'm there for you."
She smiled, before grinning and saying "I don't want this arrangement to be too serious. Let it just be a 'friends with benefits' relationship between us. I wouldn't mind the strapping young lad that you are making me scream every once in a while. But it's a bit too soon for a relationship. I'm sorry."
He grinned at her and murmured "No, that's perfect. Emotional attachments beyond a point can get dangerous in my business. Of course, I will gladly make you scream every once in a while, my dear Bella, by the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging for more."
She grinned back at him and pounced on him, crashing her lips against his in primal passion, her tongue snaking out to taste his mouth once more. Her hands roamed his body as his cupped her breasts, squeezing gently and stroking her nipples. He was rock-hard by now, and his manhood was rubbing against her sex in an entirely stimulating manner, the negligible silk of his underwear and the soft fabric of her shorts not providing a realistic barrier.
They fooled around for a while, Harry working wonders on her with his tongue while she lay on him in the opposite direction, her warm mouth taking his manhood in and sucking and licking while she stroked him. They exploded in a flood of pleasure, and lay slumped against each other for a while, before showering together and getting ready. She headed to the library to preoccupy herself for a while he strapped on his weaponry and got ready to leave.
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Harry left Bellatrix near noon, after calling for Knobby to arrange lunch for her. He explained that she was his guest, and that two others might join her. Knobby was perplexed, since his master never had guests, but complied nonetheless.
Harry had a wicked idea. His schedule over the summer was relatively free, and he had no contracts after August. Until now, he had blissfully ignored the Prophecy, but it was time for him to finally take control of his responsibility. Although he disliked the fact that he had been forced into handling the problem of Voldemort, he accepted it. He had learnt from Jehovah that the fates always did things for a reason, and deep down, he felt proud that he had been chosen to vanquish the most powerful Dark Wizard to exist in more than a thousand years.
His idea was to reveal himself to the Wizarding World. He, of course, would not call himself Levicorvus or Corvai, but would 're-enter' the Wizarding world as Harry Potter, and take on the mantle of the Boy-Who-Lived. He grinned as he realized the opportunities, and knew he would cause a shock when he would get sorted into Slytherin house at Hogwarts, there was no alternative for him. He was too sly and cunning to be a Gryffindor, and if he was put into Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw, it would still be acceptable. He knew, from the memory scan that he had performed on Dumbledore those many years ago, that a certain Ronald Weasley and his family were to help in the manipulations that the wily Headmaster had arranged.
Harry grinned once more as he pulled out a sheet of parchment and began writing a letter to one Albus Dumbledore. It read:
Mr. Dumbledore,
I have been away from the Wizarding world for a long time now. I have learnt enough magic from a mentor who recently passed way to take the OWL examinations. Since the death of my mentor, who shall remain nameless due to the fact that his kind is not appreciated in the magical world, I have been unable to continue my studies in the appropriate manner. Thus, I ask you to allow me admittance into your school so that I may continue my education.
I await your response.
Sincerely,
Harry James Potter
He signed the letter conservatively, checking it to make sure that it was humble enough. He attached the seal of the Potter Family on the envelope and sent it with his owl, a grey and black speckled specimen named Johnny. Johnny nipped Harry's finger affectionately, and then cuffed him on the back of the head when he realized there was only one letter to be sent, and took off with an indignant hoot, making Harry chuckle.
Headmaster Albus Dumbledore would find out that his skill at manipulating people was nothing compared to Harry's, who had been doing it for years. He popped back over to the safe house, and went to chat with Bellatrix over a warm lunch. He had quite a proposition for her.
Harry walked into the library, to see Knobby laying the food out on a small table, and Bellatrix sitting down to enjoy her lunch. She smiled at him as he took a seat.
Harry said, while serving her some beef "Bella, I have a proposition for you. A few years ago, I was able to concoct some potions with effects that you might be interested in."
She looked at him inquisitively, and nodded her head, and he continued "Well, the first potion works with self-transfiguration. If you choose a glamour charm for yourself, and then drink the potion, it will give you the skills of a metamorphmagus to switch between the features of the glamour and your actual features when you want. It can help you because once you do it, you can go out into the world without any problems of being recognized. The glamour cannot be undone by anyone except you, and no-one can see through it using magical eyeballs or the glasses that Old Ollivander wears."
She grinned and nodded, exclaiming "That's perfect! Thank you so much!"
Harry continued "The second potion that I made is different. It takes a while to brew, but it has an infinite shelf-life, and I happen to have a few vials with me. Each drop that you take will reverse a year of aging for you, and actually bring your real age down. It takes effect overnight, while you sleep. This is not a way to achieve immortality, since the potion stays in your blood and more than fifteen drops of it is extremely lethal. Also, your mental and magical state does not change, that is, if you take enough drops to make you sixteen, you will not lose some of your power and have to wait for magical maturity. Also, your memories will remain."
At this point, Bellatrix stood gracefully, and walked around the table to Harry. And straddled him where he sat. Her crotch was pressed against his body, as were her breasts, and she leaned in and kissed him with such ferocity that he was left swooning. Her tongue snaked into his mouth and attacked his violently, an explosion of passion making him nearly fall out of his chair. He held her waist, and gently moved his hands up the inside of her shirt, holding her breasts through her bra and squeezing. He ripped apart the front of the bra from within her shirt, and feverishly fondled her breasts, his thumbs rubbing her nipples to hardness.
She gasped, and he stood them up, her legs wrapped around his torso, and he swept the dishes off the table and onto the floor, and laid her down on her back, sliding on top of her and kissing her passionately. His mouth slipped down to her neck and he sucked on her skin, while his hands grabbed the collar of her shirt, and ripped it off her torso, laying her bare on the table. He attacked her breasts with his hands and mouth, driving her wild with passion while he slipped one hand down to her vagina to stimulate her rapidly, his fingers immediately finding her most sensitive spot and making waves of pleasure assault her relentlessly until she started thrashing about in his arms, and came violently while crying out his name. She fell limp in his arms, sweaty and half naked, and Harry was content to simply rest his head against her breasts, occasionally fondling them.
He lifted her up once more, and sat down on his chair, pulling her back into the same position that they started in. She leaned her forehead against his, their lips touching, and breathed hard across his face. His hand ran through her hair gently, stroking her tresses lovingly and she cupped his face in her hands. She sighed in happiness and grinned at him, shrugging off what was left of the clothing on her upper body. She grinned wryly and said "You know, if you keep this up, I'll be spending most of my time waving my wand about trying to fix my clothes."
He grinned back and said "No problem, I wouldn't mind if you walked about in the nude, it would certainly get my juices going wild."
She laughed, and nestled her head against his strong chest, closing her eyes and whispering "Thanks, Harry. What you're giving me is unbelievable. Thank you."
He grinned and said "No problem, Bella. How many drops do you want to take?"
She grinned at him and said "Ten. It'll be great to be nineteen once more."
He smiled at her, and kissed her forehead, and mumbled "Of course, dominatrix, you still want to be older than me." She laughed again, a beautiful sound, and nodded her head cheekily, making him grin and tickle her until she was pleading through her hysteric laughter to stop. He lifted her as he stood, and she wrapped her legs around him possessively, her arms snaking around his neck to steady her body. He walked over to a nearby door, and opened it with one hand, the other holding Bella up by grabbing her ass and occasionally squeezing, making her squeal.
He let her down, and turned her around, his hands on her waist pulling her rear to his front and rested his chin on her shoulder as she gaped at the massive room in front of her, filled with rare and expensive potions ingredients, nearly twenty cauldrons and whole shelves of different potions that were neatly labeled. She stuttered "T-this is amazing!"
He grinned, and raised his hands up from her waist and across her flat stomach to squeeze her breasts gently and whispered into her ear "Why, thank you, beautiful." She giggled, and he conjured a t-shirt for her, to cover up her bare body, and sighed theatrically when she put it on, making her smile at him. She walked over to him sexily, and stroked a finger over his jaw line, and whispered in a sultry voice "Don't worry, baby, I'll show you some things tonight."
He turned his head slightly and took her finger into his mouth and sucked on it as he drew her close to him, and whispered "No, beautiful, you'll be screaming so much you won't be able to show me a thing."
He gave her a quick peck on the lips, and turned her about, marching her over to the rack of potions, selecting two vials. One was a greenish liquid that was very fluid and had the consistency of water, while the other was a clear sludge, which was quite a hilarious description as it was like mud, only transparent.
He carefully squeezed ten drops of the green one into Bella's mouth, and she swallowed quickly. Then she pointed her wand at her face and mumbled a few words, and created a new glamour for herself, altering her features enough to keep her aristocratic beauty while making her completely unrecognizable as Bellatrix Lestrange. She took three spoonfuls of the clear sludge, and made a face as she tasted it, the disgusting taste of leaves and odd liquids making her gag. She decided to take a nap, and Harry led her back to the bedroom, and with extreme slowness, took off her pants and her t-shirt, leaving her in nothing but her panties, which was a sexy red thong. He gaped for a second, and hesitantly raised a hand to touch the curve of her ass, sliding his palm across the smooth skin and squeezing lightly.
He lowered his mouth to her neck and stood in front of her, his other hand also reaching behind her to cup her rear in his hands. The warmth of his skin on hers made her shiver slightly, and she whispered into his ear "Go on, Harry. Bite." He breathed warm air across her neck, and his canines elongated, gently sinking into her skin as he drank her blood, his hands pulling her against his body possessively.
He moaned in pleasure as her blood entered his mouth, and he swirled his tongue across her skin in desperation as he longed to take her. He withdrew within seconds of biting her, and flicked his tongue over the puncture marks, closing them. He laid her onto the bed, and slumped onto her shoulder, whispering "Oh god, Bella, you are heavenly. I can't believe how much pleasure I get from drinking from you, Bella, it is simply unbelievable."
They drifted off to sleep, Harry wearing all his clothes, and Bella wearing nothing but a sexy pair of panties. She lay on his chest, his arms wrapped around her tightly, on hand across her back and the other gripping one of her ass cheeks under the bedcovers.
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Harry sat in his study in his house in Godric's Hollow. He had taken a last minute job from one of his Muggle contacts, a man who had helped Harry out immensely. Harry had made it a rule to use only the barest of magic when doing his jobs in the Muggle world, and usually used only his daggers, throwing knives, guns and wakizashi to kill. Harry re-read the file in exasperation, damning his luck at being pulled into a job so suddenly. He hated being unprepared for work. This time, his job would take place in Bogotá, Columbia. His target was one Manuel Juan Aleoso, a Drug Lord who had encroached on the British drug traffic, and caused great loss to his contact.
The contact was one Jamison Jarvis Gatwick, one of the top three Drug Lords in England. Harry had met him in Eastern Germany mere days before the fall of the Wall, and had gotten to know him. They were nothing more than associates, though, but Gatwick had managed to do Harry a large favor and had also managed to procure a weapon for him that Harry had appreciated quite a lot. Harry had, obviously, introduced himself to Gatwick as Levicorvus, but their amiability had come to such terms that Gatwick was the only one outside the Vampires who was allowed to call him 'Corvai'. Gatwick had known better than to underestimate a person of Harry's skill, and his faith in the young, nine year old assassin had paid off during one of their missions, when Harry had accompanied him into the base of a Nazi group that was planning on overtaking the Government