(First Person)

The weight of the twin Colt Pythons in my hands allowed me to slow my heart rate and breathing.

The soft whisper of the sole of Her boot brushing the concrete floor showed me her placement in the Warehouse. Why did she follow me in here, I have no idea… and truth be told, I don't want to know.

"Harry Potter." Her whispered calling my name sparked a memory… and it was lost just as quickly. "I have come to ask for your help."

I step out from behind the wooden crate, both carbon coated barrels pointing at her heart. "And what would a Witch need a Witch-hunter's help with?"

"Dark Lord Dragon."

"And why would I become involved in that issue?" He was at the top of my 'to kill' list, but no reason to tell her that.

"Because he was the reason you became a Witch-hunter in the First Place."

"Oh… what do you know about it?"

"I was the one who wiped your memory in the first place." She licked her lips. I am hit with the desire to taste them... but not here! "There is a spell so powerful that it can warp the very fabric of reality." She continues, "I used it, with your help, to hide you. But we couldn't just wipe you from the board. We decided to give you a way to walk in the shadows of our War. You answer to a Handler. Daphne Greengrass."

"Where Are they?" My mind racing as I thought about how Draco would act and react to taking Daphne.

"The Dragon has taken her."

"Why." It was not a question.

"She has been Proxying your Affairs, the Dragon wants the Power she controls."

"And if I say no?" The Colt Pythons were holstered across my back.

"She was the one paying for your weapons, ammo, and lifestyle." The girl wrinkled her nose, causing her crinkled brown hair to bounce in an unnatural way. "Fuck it. I don't have time to talk you around. Harry Potter is the Reigning Lord Black."

The Headache was biblical. It was not just a wave of neurons firing off across my gray matter. It was the fabric of my mind being ripped apart on the cellular level.

"Damn it Witch!" The Words left my tongue before I could track them. "Not even the Crucio from Tommy was that bad."

I climb, shakingly, to my feet. "Now, you book eating bitch," My smile lets her know that I was not angry at her, "What is this about a Lord Dragon?"

"Your favourite Ferret had Daphne Captured." Hermione smiled at me, just before hugging me. "She was leaving the 'Gomot, having blocked his latest attempt to legalize Hunting Werewolves and Muggles. The Power she wields in the Courts, be it Votes, Money, or Assets, is formidable. Her Biggest Stick was the Witch-hunter Potter. Anyone she deemed a threat, met with a bloody end."

"Where Are they?" My mind racing as I thought about how Draco would act and react to taking Daphne.

"He used the vanishing cabinet to reclaim Hogwarts and drive out anyone not loyal to Him and Him alone from the Halls. There's no way for the Ministry to reclaim the Castle."

"Including Ron and Ginny." Hermione frowned, "Tori might be a hostage as well. I lost track of her and Tracy."

"My Wands are in Grimmauld, as is my Cloak and the Map. Is Kreature still in play?"

"No. He passed over, three years ago. Kuppy is now the Elf for the Townhouse. Daphne uses it as a bolt hole rather than a residence. As Madam Greengrass, she is… was using Greengrass Manor as her home."

"Coming?" I leaned into the Void and vanished with a soft pop.

"Shite!" She was quick to follow.

WHHP

I arrived under the tree growing across from number twelve Grimmauld place. When Lord Black had bought the Townhouse, he had the tree planted and an area perception filter type of spell carved into the trunk of the tree. Anyone arriving by magical means is 'cloaked' by causing human awareness of anyone watching to just not see them.

Stepping away from the tree brings them into view and any watcher knew they were there to begin with.

She arrived thirty seconds behind me.

"You stopped to swear." I smiled as the witch scowled at my back. It was the little things that brought me the greatest pleasure.

Looking both ways, we crossed the street and entered the row house.

Stepping away from the tree brings them into view and any watcher knew they were there to begin with.

She arrived thirty seconds behind me.

Shortly I had to break to breathe. "By all that is Holy, Witch, I have missed you, my Lady Potter." I leaned my forehead on hers.

"And I, you, Milord." She whispered. She pushed me back. "But enough of that. You need to get your things and get our Wife." Her eyes burned with a fire I had seen many times in my dreams. "Harry. We need the Master of Death tonight."

The bedroom on the third level, marked as Reggie's held two Auror class wand-cuffs. The wands were still holstered. They slid on, like silk stockings. Gathering the Death's Cloak and the Map, turn to leave…

And see an Elf that looks like Dobby. A second look allows me to see the major three differences. Female, the nose is shorter and she has hair drawn back into a french braid.

"You must be Kuppy."

"Kuppy is." She sniffed as if trying to catch my scent. "Yous be… Master?"

"I am Harry Potter. Lord Potter and Lord Black." I extend my right hand, palm down. "Do you want to Bond?"

Her head snuggled into my palm. "Kuppy does."

"Then Kuppy. Be Bonded." A snap was felt behind my ears, a feeling I remember feeling when Kreature asked for the same. "You now Serve Lord Black. Keep my Home in order."

I stride from the room like Snape from the Great Hall.

From the entry hall, I twist into the void, heading to the Hogshead tavern.

WHHP

From outside the tattered tavern, I make for the confectionery. The Cloak wrapping about me like a fine mist. Slipping in on the heels of a wizard courting a witch, both over school age, I find my way downstairs. Pulling up the concealed trapdoor, I drop in and begin the trip to the Castle.

As I walk, a ball of blue flame hanging over my head, I open the Map and study the layout.

Daphne is with her Sister and Tracy in the Ravenclaw tower. Most of the Wizards and Witches, including Ron and Goyle, are in the Great Hall, leaving Draco, Pansy, Nott and Ginny in the former Headmaster's Office.

Crossing the Ward Line caused a stir… but no one changed their behaviour. Ten feet in, the Tunnel was filled in, but the Elder Wand reshaped the rubble into an iron lattice that settled into place once I was through. I altered the structure of the spell to prevent anyone other than me passing back this way.

Happy with my work I turned to the Passageway to the Castle and came face to face with four Ghosts from my past.

Literally.

The Fat Friar, the Bloody Baron, the Gray Lady, and Nearly Headless Nick.

"Gentlemen. Milady. Can I help you?"

"Lord Peverel." Nick spoke up. "We humbly ask that you retake this Castle. Even now, we weaken. Binns has passed into the Beyond. Some of Us are not ready to go."

The Gray Lady cleared her throat. "I have not repaid for my Crimes against Mother and Her Legacy."

"I won't cross without my love." The Baron spoke softly.

The Friar shrugged. "My Flock needs me."

I think for a minute. "Is Peeves still Active?" At their nod. "I need him to ring the Clock Bell. I need it to sound thirteen times. I need it to sound thirteen times at each hour. The Master of Death has come."

The Ghosts grinned evilly, as they faded into the tunnel. Something tells me that I have opened the Gates of Hell on the Castle.

Well, the Master of Death and the Witch-hunter were summoned.

Tonight I was on a Hunt.

WHHP

(Third person)

Draco, also known as the Dark Lord Dragon, lounged on a gilded throne in what was the Headmaster's Office. To his right, the witch who Guided his Rise, Pansy 'the Dark Rose's Parkinson. On his Left, the Witch that Powered his Rise, Ginny 'the Firebolt' Weasley.

Pacing back and forth, was his 'Wizard on the inside', Theodore Nott. As an Auror, he was able to alert Draco to any Armed Response to the Dark Lord's movements.

"So there's been no response to my collecting of Greengrass and her Sister?" Draco sneered.

"Not even a ripple." Nott threw his hands in the Air. "Granger hasn't been seen since the Abduction, none of the Witches have said anything but just smirk at me, and the Office is too busy looking for the Witch-hunter…"

The Clock Tower Bell rang. Draco turned to look at the clock on the wall. It was only 8:43 in the night. The CTB sounded thirteen times.

"Something is off." Pansy simpered. "A Clock Bell striking thirteen times is a Portent for a Death. Like the Scream of a Banshee. Someone Dies Tonight."

Draco rolled to his feet, and grabbed his Mantle of the Dragon and threw it about his shoulders. "We should see to the Minions. I don't want them to do something stupid. Goyle and Weasley are down there."

As they hit the main staircase, they heard a loud crack.

They ran to where the noise came from. Some masked fool who was supposed to be patrolling the Halls was found dead. A hole like a piercing hex was between his eyes and inch up.

"A Fireleg." Ginny Hissed, drawing her wand and taking a battle stance. "The Witch-hunter is here."

"Impossible." Draco spat. "This is the one place He could never find. No Muggle can find it!"

"But that is how the Witch-hunter kills." Nott stood up. "There were Rumours that Greengrass had him Leashed. Now the Question is how did he get in."

"Nott, take two squads and Lock the Castle Down!" Draco snarled. "Gin, Pansy. Take two… no make it three squads and bring me out Guests in the Tower." He turned and stormed to the Great Hall and his Throne of the Dragon.

His Minions struggled to their feet as he slammed the doors open.

"On your Feet?" Draco Roared. "Weasley, Someone has entered the Castle and murdered one of my Guards. With a Muggle Fireleg. Nott thinks that the Witch-hunter is in the Castle. Break it down. Everyone else, prepare for Battle!"

Ron's eyes flicked about as he ran everything through his head. "My Lord… you're Fucked. The only person who could take the Witch-hunter is Potter and he is…" his ears went red as his Anger and Rage flared. "That two faced Mudblood Whore! She said and I quote, 'The Wizard Harry Potter is no more'."

"Yeah," Draco shifted on his throne. "So?"

"Granger made him a muggle." Ron drew his wand and blasted a goblet off the far table. "And she sent him here."

"It's a bit worse than that." Greengrass had arrived. "Granger and I have foreseen this happening. It's not just the Witch-hunter after you, but the Master of Death. He has united the Hollows and erased the Soul of a Murderer from existence. Think Malfoy, you were there when he returned from the other side."

"No he wasn't." Tracy smirked from behind the Ice Queen. "Remember, He and his Parents ran as soon as they could when Longbottom stood up to Voldy. The Smartest thing he did all year."

A flick of Draco's wand and a ring of fire, ten feet across, sprang up around them. "Then all I got to do is wait for him to wait for him to try to rescue you three and fail." Draco laughed.

But his laughter was cut short when the three Witches vanished in a blue flash of a portkey.

"Impossible!" Draco Roared. "Only the Master of the Wards can…"

"Yes." A shimmering in the centre of the ring of fire revealed Potter, faded scar, green eyes behind gold rimmed glasses. "And you are not the Master here."

"How did you get in here?" Ron threw a curse at Harry. [Sectumsempra]

TBC