A/N: I'd like to wish a very happy birthday to the two very important people in my life. Both of them filled my childhood with magic, adventures and love. I'd like to thank Joanne Rowling for creating this fantastic world. Without her, I wouldn't be doing this right now. I'd also like to thank Harry Potter for growing up with me and allowing me to be part of his amazing journey.


The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies...


Chapter 34: Patience and Revenge

The evening was starting to get cold. It always did up here in the mountains. Summer was particularly nice to them this year. Almost as if trying to compensate for the tragedy which took place earlier. Everything was starting to bother him now. His cloak was starting to look more like an old rug, and his boots felt more uncomfortable than ever before. Hiding out here was the best and worst decision they could have ever made.

Rowle and Macnair were almost certain that the Ministry was expecting them to be hidden up in the south somewhere, which is why they decided to choose the north. Luckily enough, not a single auror has bothered them so far. Although, something told Yaxely that it wouldn't be long before they come looking for them up here as well.

Only four of them were left. As much as Yaxley wasn't sure if any others escaped the school, something told him they were the only ones left. Four death eaters against the entire world. Not bloody likely to be a fair fight.

His night watch was coming to an end. He didn't know what time it was, but he could hear the approaching footsteps of Greyback. Yaxley wasn't exactly sure how the werewolf escaped, but it was good to have him on the team.

"Anything?" The werewolf asked in a rough voice, still trying to wake up.

Yaxley shook his head and started pacing down the hill.

"I'm getting tired of sitting around here. When are we moving out?" Greyback demanded.

"There's nowhere else to go. Unless you'd like to visit Azkaban." Yaxley answered as he walked back to the tent.

Macnair and Rowle were both asleep when he got there. Luckily enough, they were quite stocked up on food thanks to Yaxley. It was his idea to raid a small local shop on their way to the mountains. They had enough supplies to stay up here for a year. But death sounded more inviting than that.

He sat down on his bunk bed and removed his boots, letting out a sigh of relief to finally take off the damn things. Greyback wasn't the only one who wanted to finally make a move. Yaxley has been thinking of striking every day. It wasn't a bad plan. They knew where the Weasley home was. If Macnair's theory was correct, Potter would be staying there with them, at least for now. And even if he wasn't, they'd be able to take the whole family by surprise and murder all of them. They'd take the ginger headed girl and have her as a hostage. According to Rowle, he saw them smooching during the battle, and he was sure Potter had a thing for her.

However, those plans recently expired as Hogwarts was now re-opened. They didn't know whether Potter went back, but the Weasley girl most likely did. Yaxley missed having spies and gaining inside information. He felt utterly blind. It was infuriating. There were so many questions and so little answers. They had no outside help and everyone was looking for them. After the death of the dark lord, something struck them in their arms. The dark mark lost its power and now it looked nothing more but a faded tattoo.

All of them were starting to get restless. They knew that giving up would mean life in Azkaban. They didn't even know who the new Minister of Magic was, but it was probably someone who didn't take a liking to death eaters. Yaxley was almost sure that an attack would be suicide. He needed to speak with the group and come up with a new plan. Maybe time and patience was something they needed. Patience. The price he'd have to pay for redemption.

Yaxley didn't know how or when, but he will fight for his revenge. For the dark lord. For everything that was right. Even if he had to charge at Potter with his very own hands. He will have his revenge.

"I'll see you soon, Potter." Yaxley spat before falling asleep.