[a/n]Review saying "Lucius is not on the Wizengamot." There is merely no mention of him being a member of the Wizengamot in canon. I feel it very likely he is. He did tell Arthur he'd see him at work.

[a/n]Guest does continue to offer ideas, but first this regularly scheduled visit with two old friends. From SoHDD: #26 #34 #36 and #44 & DoDD #33

Harry Does Different DIV

Evile Moste Secrete VI

Of late, the long hidden personality that existed within the single body took more of its waking life. Such as now on the Hogwarts Express after the conclusion of Harry Potter's Fifth Year. The boy woke with an apparent start and told his redhaired friend "Gotta take a leak." Not how he would have phrased it had Hermione been awake, to keep up appearances. And, after having done so, came upon a sight that demanded action.

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"Seriously, Loony do you really believe in those nonsense things?" a scornful female voice could be heard well outside the compartment.

A spacey female voice countered "It is fortunate, Marietta, that the snorkacks will forgive you due to your severe wrackspurt infection. Regrettably, for you, my sire may well have a different reaction to your behavior."

"Your freaky Dad is loonier than you." The older Ravenclaw cackled.

Luna just smiled …well, loonily… answering "Daddy is a wonderful man. He will find answers to great mysteries, already has to, some. I do not, however, mean him. And shame on you, Marietta; forgetting the Dumbledore's Army leader. He does not approve of either master or lord. Yet I am pledged to his service. In return I count on him in times of need."

"Potter was all but deballed by Professor Umbridge- - -" another girl, this one a Seventh Year Slytherin, began but was interrupted by the compartment opening.

The door slammed, but a grinning Harry greeted them pleasantly "Ah! Having a nice time there ladies! Just who I was looking for. Need a word with my minion. Off you go!"

"I don't take orders from children." sneered the oldest of the tormentors.

Still smiling, he eased right into her personal space and eyed her up and down "I don't know who you are. Other than a Slytherin of course. That doesn't interest me, other than you seem like another Malfoy. Completely unworthy of the House's true ethic. Now, be somewhere else."

"You're not remotely that good, Potter. There's three of us." The other Ravenclaw in the compartment was drawing her wand even as she was speaking. She was cut off at barely the beginning of a spell forming on her lips.

Luna's wand dug into the softness of her Housemate's throat "Not that my sire couldn't have protected himself, Evanna, but …ahhh… drop it."

"Ahh …m'k…" the dark-skinned Sixth Year complied. As shocked as her compatriots.

The Slytherin, Harry petrified without having visibly drawn his wand and only mouthing the spell. Where Neville had toppled over like a Christmas tree way back in First Year, he held her by curling his fists in her shirt at the shoulders. Nose to nose, but still smiling, he said "Now, Marietta and I think it was Evanna? They're going to help you out of the compartment. We'll be conferring until further notice. Probably a good thing you've already graduated. Do what you can to avoid me, and naturally, my minion. Bye now."

"That, my liege, was several kinds of fun." Said Luna, without a hint of Loony in her voice. "I have taken the liberty of expanding the scope of your planned revenge for the summer."

The dark Boy-Who-Lived frowned "What about my plan do you find inadequate?"

"Nothing regarding the outline, sire." She showed a trifle of fear that was muffled when she looked down "Merely the lack of body count." She took his brow furrowing as leave to continue "Only a small apparition to the southeast is a Muggle electric maker that uses a very dangerous method. It is called Dungeness nuclear power station. Were it to explode …most of the …fallin, I believe it is called… would go over the Channel. But enough should hit Little Whining to kill everyone there. Not all at once, admittedly, but over the course of years."

Harry hesitated, not exactly in shock, nor did his expression show that. He finally spoke with care "Let's not get carried away. Perhaps if it were necessary to get the Dursleys, that could be suitable. As a way to ensure our alibi for instance. Also, I have no particular grudge against over a million people. Your bloodthirstiness on my behalf is appreciated, however."

Looking chastised, Luna replied "Yes sire."

"Not to worry." He favored her with a nod before lapsing into more thought. Then "Actually, you do have a valid scheme in using Muggle means. Plus something so devastating, could easily contaminate the area where Grimmauld Place is. Sirius Black and Remus Lupin are both highly valuable. And I would like somewhere to live." More contemplation later his plan firmed up "Now, I MUST have a completely verifiable alibi. What do you know about gas?"

She shook her head and shrugged.

"Not a major problem, my minion." Harry assured her he was not angry, then raised his voice slightly "Dobby! I could use your help!"

A pop, then a puff of smoke produced a prostrate elf "Master Harry Potter called his Dobby?"

"I need you to look at something under the street in a Muggle neighborhood, my friend." He ignored a cross look from Luna "There are different pipes beneath my relatives' house in Little Whinging, you've been there."

Dobby nodded and tugged at an ear in shame "Dobby has, Master. And Dobby apologz- - -"

"Never mind that." The rebuke was a mild one "Now one set has water in them. Ignore those. The other has a gas used for heating and cooking. I want you to follow the gas one from the Dursley oven to the largest pipe within about a mile of the house. Can you do that for me? Of course, without being seen?"

Ears flopped about wildly in a vigorous nod of compliance "Oh yessir, Master Harry Potter, sir! Dobby have that very quickers! Is honors to assist great and nobl- -"

"Quick is not as important as correct. And you are an excellent assistant." The evile one praised, then clarified "I need to know the exact width of each pipe section as it grows. Just be sure you also report exactly how far it is from #4 Privet. And, if you can tell, just how much of the gas is inside it. Off you go then."

Smoke from the elf's departure had barely begun to form before Luna observed, with displeasure "HE calls you Master?"

"It's how he's built, Luna, you know that." He countered coolly "And you'll continue to obey me in this. Now, to what I did NOT tell the elf. He will come to you with the details. I cannot be there because my innocence cannot be in doubt. Use my Invisibility Cloak. Goto the closest and largest pipe he identifies. As soon as possible after Vernon gets home from work, and make sure the other two are there; that's when the most cooking will be happening."

Dark Luna was on full display as cackled gleefully "And then?"

"Explodet is a fascinating spell our friend Seamus Finnegan made popular." Harry went on "For full effect, first Bombarda the street so the pipes are visible. Then your Explodet should make a very satisfying crater. Apparate the INSTANT the spell leaves your wand. I'll not lose you on such a minor, if pleasurable, task."

She squealed in delight, threw herself onto his lap and enthused "Thank you oh Master! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you Master!" This once, Dark Harry allowed the M word.

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It was July 11 1996, a typical Thursday, that it happened. Belfry Shopping Centre was about an hour walk from Privet Dr. He left early in the afternoon, caring nothing at all for informing Petunia. He'd used one of his unregistered wands to shrink his trunk to the size of a typical book and pocket it. For another layer of deniability, he handed it to a nondescript black woman about a third of the way there. The pair barely looked at each other. Harry took in an afternoon showing of Independence Day, in a virtually empty theater. He didn't begrudge the £10 cost. In fact, the ticket would be useful, later. And it was a good flick. He got an eye exam and ordered new glasses. They would be ready in a week. He then made his way to the Subway, and after complimenting the cashier "Wow! That meatball sub! Smells wicked!" sat down and enthusiastically splashed spaghetti sauce all over himself. Very nearly finished, he was thrown from his seat by what was first thought to be an earthquake. As a normal teen might, he shouted at the injustice "Bloody hell! I didn't get to lick my fingers!"

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"Harry! What a relief! Come with me!" a greatly worried Remus Lupin limped up to his best friend's son and gripped his shoulder. Within seconds, they entered #12 Grimmauld.

He pushed the man off him "Tha bloody 'ell gimme some warning next time you shove me through my belly button!"

"That is just the way James would put it." Another voice sighed "Hello Harry Potter."

He turned to see his godfather and allowed the naïve boy to take over for a time "Sirius! My God what happened? Seemed like all Surrey was in ruin."

"Not far from the truth, Potter." A gruff voice answered "At least a hundred Muggles dead so far, probably more. Conveniently absent from the center of the blast, boy?"

Harry didn't need his dark persona to react correctly to that "Miss your trunk, Mad-Eye?"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Fred and George fell into a dual peals of laughter. And ignored their Mother's efforts to silence them.

Sirius hugged his godson again and didn't let go "I'm so glad Remus found you, kiddo. The center of the explosion was two blocks from Privet. George III Ct. it's called. The hole doesn't quite reach your relatives' house, but there isn't so much as two bricks left on top of the other. I thought the worst."

"I'd had with the Dursleys. Needed a day off. Went to the mall." The boy had a complete memory as if he had done it himself.

Moody growled even more ominously as a result of the tongue-lashing he'd just taken "Got some proof of that, boy? We all know how much you loved them."

"Movie ticket." Harry tossed the palm-sized paper on the table, contemptuously "And I sure didn't get this sauce on me at Privet. Except as the chef." Only a small push had him adding "Not all that clever, huh Professor? Oh! Right. You weren't were you?"

The Headmaster's first contribution to the conversation was "Peace Alastair. Harry, we all are relieved you were not a casualty. It is most tragic. The latest report I have is 180 dead, over 300 unaccounted for, though less than fifty injured. My fear is that small number means the blast left few survivors."

"Rather like a small nuclear bomb." Hermione offered "If you're in range you just do not make it. Harry, I'm sorry, but if your relatives were so close, I suspect their bodies won't even be found."

The pleasure that something not so buried in Harry felt did not touch the boy's eyes. A wholly successful operation, only to be marred by the very unlikely chance his minion did not reappear on the Express when school started. No, a better idea was to give Hedwig a mission and learn immediately.