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INNOVATOR Chapter 33: The Potter Vengeance
🕑 Added 2024-08-03 17:48:13 +0000 UTCAuthor's Note: Hello there, this is chapter 33 of INNOVATOR. I really hope you will like it.
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Now, without any further ado....Let's begin!
Author Out!
âI am Talking.â
âI am Thinkingâ
Spells
Warning: Character death and some gore.
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An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.
~Code of Hammurabi
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INNOVATOR
-Dev Sagittarius Black
~~Chapter 33: The Potter Vengeance~~
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âTalk.â
Harry and Alan stood in the formerâs room on the fifth floor, where he had invited his younger brother to finally get things done with. He knew that the boy would want to know many things and that it was possible that he might not be able to do so in the coming months since heâll have to leave in a week.
Alan sighed. This was the first time he had been allowed to enter his brotherâs extravagant VIP suite, and boy did he love what he saw.
His brother had a full-on suite, which included a bedroom, living room, kitchen, two spare rooms, and a private bathroom all to himself. Not to mention that his brother also had his own houseelf who looked way more regal and learnt than the Hogwarts ones.
And then there was him, the famous Boy-Who-Lived. A celebrity who lived with four other boys and had to share a dorm as well as bathroom with them, and of course, no personal elves. Well, he wasnât angry at his brother; it was his right to get these since he was not only a self-made celebrity but also a widely popular one, sometimes in the wrong circles, which have led to three assassination attempts in the past.
âThere are many things that I wanted answers to, Harry.â Alan placed the self-inking quill that Harry had on the coffee table. âWhere do you think we should start from?â
âI will answer your questions, Alan, no matter where they start.â Harry shrugged. âBut they say that in situations where you donât know that, the beginning is your best chance to get things going.â
Alan nodded, âThen I would like to know where you and mum were taken when you two had left, and why did mumâs body return a week later in a coffin? Who were those?â
Harry looked at his brother for a moment before he turned towards the doors and flicked his wand repeatedly. He locked and protected the door with the highest degree of protection and privacy charms that he knew of, which sealed the complete room from the outside world.
âAlright, Alan, I will tell you everything that you need to know about our past.â Harry nodded. âBut for that, I want you to swear on your life that whatever we speak of in this room for this meeting won't ever be uttered to a single man out of this room unless you have my express permission to do so.â
Alan gulped at the ferocity of his brotherâs words, but he knew that Harry wouldnât say this unless he really didnât want the information to get out. Therefore, he repeated the oath word-for-word, just like Harry had asked him to.
âYou know who rules the world, Alan?â Harry asked him as the two boys took a seat.
âThe politicians?â Alan frowned. âSometimes the one who sits on the throne? I donât know, why are you asking me this?â
âTo tell you that youâre wrong. The world isn't ruled by the politician, the ruler, or a dictator.â Harry shook his head. âItâs ruled by the one who is powerful enough to sway the crowd and do his bidding. Although the methods of power changed over the centuries.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âTake this as an example. Who do you think would have been the most powerful during the Stone Age and pre-historic age? Donât answer. It would be a person who hunted best, was strong enough to protect, and was intelligent enough to take the lead. Similarly came the time of tools, so the one who had best control and was better at handling tools would be the leader. Then came the time of empires and armies; the one with the best army won the war and ruled the land. You are getting my point?â
Alan nodded. He didnât know why Harry was suddenly giving him history lessons, but he understood what his brother was trying to say.
âWhat do you think is a measure for power now, Alan? In our current era, which component do you think would be measured if one wanted to know power in todayâs age?â Harry smiled when he saw the confusion on his brotherâs face. âThe answer is: money. The one who has more money can buy more arms, have more men, and have everything the world has to offer. Throw the money and watch the drama; thatâs how our world works.â
âAlright, I get it. But what does this whole discussion have to do with what I asked you?â Alan frowned. âI want to know where you and mum wereââ
âI am coming to that, Alan.â Harry nodded. âNow, in todayâs world, we have a selected group of individuals who have all the power in the world because they are practically rulers who pull the strings from the shadows. They have their roots in the underworld, or the criminal area, and yet they have their hands in legal businessesâfor pretending, of course.â
He raised his arm when Alan opened his mouth once more, âNow theseâŠ.creatures. They call themselves âThe Council of Paragonsâ, or âThe Councilâ for short. They have divided the world into eleven different parts, and each part is ruled by a family. They donât give a damn about anyone else other than their own coffers, and they have the governments in their pockets.â
âDuring Voldemortâs uprisingâthe first oneâhe had gone to the council to sign a deal with them so that they would give him money, men, and a seat on the table. In return, he would make Britain a part of the council, and Britain wouldâve been a precious addition since it would bring the wealth from around the world with itself. Therefore, the deal was made, and Voldemort got full support of the Council. Unfortunately, on the night of the thirty-first, he was vanquished by you.â
Alan blinked. Yes, he knew that he had vanquished Voldemort. Hell, everyone knew that! But he didnât know if it was true or just some made-up story since they couldnât find anything else. The memory realm hadnât worked because even though he had searched all the memories, he had been unable to locate the one that would explain what happened that night.
âThe Council was affected; they had invested their resources in Voldemortâs dreamâno matter how foolish it soundedâand now they had been hurt.â Harry sighed. âWhich meant they wanted retribution from the person who had caused them such a grand loss. Yes, Alan, they wanted to kill you. Maybe enslave you even.â
âI-I was barelyââ
âIt didnât matter to them; like I said, they don't care for anything other than their coffers.â Harry shrugged and carried on. âWell, that night grandma Dorea had taken you out for a walk because you were being especially whiny. The Council had sent its special forces to kidnap you and kill all others, but you werenât there, so they kidnapped the two who were there in the manor that nightâme and mum.â
Harry let his words hang in the air for a few moments. He knew that Alanâs mind would be going through a lot right now, and he knew exactly what it might be going through at the moment.
âNo, Alan.â Harry said sternly, âYou arenât responsible for our capture or her death. If you are going to be stupid enough to blame yourself for such a thing, then thereâs no need for this talk. We are done, and you donât need to come to me ever again. Understood?â
âBut Harryââ
âNo buts.â Harry shook his head. âWhat happened wasnât the fault of a boy who was barely three at that time, no. The ones actually at fault are those who pushed the incident to such an extent just to satisfy their fragile ego. So you will never ever blame yourself for anything regarding that kidnapping or motherâs demise. Understood?â
Alan looked down in shame; he knew that Harry was telling the truth; it wasnât his fault that Voldemort came for them and then supposedly died at his hands. It wasnât his fault that this Council he just heard about took it upon themselves to make it their aim to punish him, and it wasnât his fault that his family was kidnapped.
Still, he couldnât stop the nagging voice in the back of his mind that screamed at him for being a coward. Ultimately Alan nodded; he didnât know how long it would take him to get over the news, but for now he would just put it at the back of his mind.
âAnd they imprisoned you for three years?â The red-haired boy asked his brother. âBecause the government ran search parties for over a year and they couldnât find you. And thenâŠthen the Potter Manor wasâwait! Was that the doing of the Council too?!â
âYes.â Harry sighed. âThe members donât stop at anything, Alan. They would go to any extent, fall down to the lowest pits just to get what they want, and to show their fucking 'mightâ.â
âBut then how did you get away from them?â
Harry explained the role of Tim, the one guard who genuinely cared for him. Enough to sacrifice his own life and send him to the alley that night. He also told him that he knew it was Alan when the boy had offered him ice cream at that shop.
âThen why did you run away, Harry?â Alan asked him once more. âWe couldâve been together! Throughout my growing years, they called me the last Potter. Do you know how bad it feels to know that everyone in your family died and you are the last living one? I missed you so much, Harry. I missed everyone.â
âI was a kid, Alan.â Harry looked to the side. âAnd I had just been told that I was declared dead. If I had announced myself to you, I would have either been labelled a liar by the public or they would have taken me to the ministry for a âthoroughâ investigation, which would have made me visible to The Council, who was looking for me at that time. So the only thing I could do was run away from there.â
The two brothers kept on talking as the younger asked more and more and the older told his tales. Alan learnt that Harry worked in Diagon Alley for the next four years and that he had even tried to locate his brother, but due to the tough times, security was tight and no one other than the Weasleys or Dumbledore knew where Alan was.
He also learnt that Harry had met most of their classmates while he worked in the alley and therefore already knew about his batchmates. There were a few things missing from the innovatorâs stories, but Alan didnât mind them. He knew that still there were things that troubled Harry and shouldnât be shared so soon.
âAnything else you want to know?â Harry asked as he looked at the time. There was another place where he needed to be now.
âYes, I want to know what youâre going to do with these Council bastards.â
Harry blinked at the sudden query, âWhat?â
âI mean, I know you aren't going to leave them alone for what they did, right? You wonât; itâs just isn't you to take bullshit from anyone and let it go.â Alan raised his hands when he saw Harry glare at him. âPeace out, brother. I meant it more in a justificial manner, which means there has to be something you will do about the Council.â
âYou donât have to worry about it.â Harry stood up. âI told you about it only because you wanted to know, not because I wanted you to know. The information about the Council of Paragons and everything else is to be kept secret and never to be talked about or even thought of ever again. With Voldemort back in the game, itâs not safe for you as it is, and I have promised mum to keep you safe.â
âBut I want to do something too, Harry!â Alan said firmly, âShe wasnât just your mom; she was mine too. And youâre forgetting that, being the stupid boy-who-lived, I am already on the hit list of Voldemort.â
âI am surprised that you can finally speak his name without stuttering or flinching; what brought this on?â Harry raised an eyebrow.
âDumbledore used to say that fear of the name only increases fear of the thing itself; I didnât get it back then, but after defeating him in my mind, I am more confident in saying his name out loud.â Alan explained to him.
âAh, so this is where the deluded confidence is coming from.â Harry smiled. âYou defeated a fragment of his soul in your own mindscape; thatâs like kicking a weakling in an area where you have full control over what happens.â
âBut I didnât! In fact, he had more control over my magic than I did.â Alan screamed. âAnd not only him, Harry; I want those Council idiots to suffer too. I hate them; I hate that they broke our family because of fucking ego.â
âAnd what will you do to avenge that?â Harry spat. âWhat can you do to avenge mom and grandmaâs deaths?" Nothing, thatâs what.â
âNot alone; I want to join you, Harry. I want you to destroy them; I know you will.â The boy nodded. âAnd for that I am with you; I want to torture them, to kill them, and to make them beg for mercy!â
âThatâs just your anger talking, idiot.â Harry shook his head and turned to leave. âYouâre not ready for it. Just go back to your old life and forget about this.â
âBut I am ready! I have trained, and I donât care what you say; I did fight Voldemort of all people in my own damn mind, and I won!â Alan screamed after him, âDonât turn your back on me, Harry! You know I can fight as well; just tell me who is first, a-and Iâll kill them.â
Harry stopped and turned to glare at Alan, âKill, eh? Kill? You want some blood, eh Alan?â
Alan nodded. âYeah, I am ready to help you, Harry.â
âAlright then, get ready.â Thatâs the only warning Alan got before Harry started throwing curses at his brother.
Alanâs eyes widened in shock, and he took the first curse head-on, a simple flipendo which got him before he ducked behind the table that was blasted by the next one. The force was strong enough to knock him back.
âProtego Maxima!â Alan raised his shield, but again, it only took two blasting hexes from Harry for the shield to shatter, and Alan was thrown off again.
âI think that the fact you won over Voldemortâs soul in your mind is getting to your head,â Harry told him. Alan growled as he got up and threw two stunners at Harry, who dodged it and simply threw a chair at the boy before kicking him on his solar plexus.
âIt was your own damn mind, Alan,â Harry said. âAnd that was just a fucking piece of the original monster. You think you are ready to face an entire army of wizards? No, you are not! Youâll die pitifully against two decent death eaters, much less a fucking army!â
Alan glared at his brother, who looked down at him.
âI am not your enemy, Alan,â he told his brother. âItâs your stupidity and arrogance that I am afraid of. So, listen to me and go back to being the poster boy of the light side; Merlin knows theyâll need someone to look to in the days that are coming.â
âWhat good a âposter boyâ would I be if I died against two death eaters?â
âTwo was an exaggeration; youâll die against one.â Harry turned to move out.
âThen train me.â
âWhat?â Harry asked as he looked at the boy.
âTrain me so that not only I can survive against one but two and maybe one day an army,â Alan told him as he approached Harry and pleaded, âI donât want to be a burden anymore, Harry. I donât want to be seen as a useless wizard, and I donât want to be remembered just as a âPoster Boy for the Light Sideâ.â
âI am not going to teach you how to kill, you shithead,â Harry told him in frustration, âI donât want to turn you into a demon; I donât want to rip that stupid innocence you hold in you.â
âYou didnât, but someone else did.â Alan told him, and he continued before Harry could speak again, âAnd before you say that, I know nothing about the world. I admit that yes, I donât. I have never killed an animal by my hand, much less a human. Thatâs why I want you to train me to protect myself first.â
âProtecting yourself is the first step in gaining a power that might harm others one day.â Harry pointed out.
âI know you wonât let that happen to me,â Alan shrugged. âYou can always punch me in the stupid face and knock me down a peg or a thousand.â
Harry shook his head and released a tired and angry breath, trying to control himself. âYou donât understand what youâre asking of me, Alan, and donât give me that âprotect myselfâ bullshit; I am way more intelligent than that idiot best friend of yours; you should know that by now.â Alan snapped his mouth at that. âYou are literally asking me to train you how to protect yourself and kill others in the process; you want to learn how to kill from me, not how to defend. And thatâs against what I had promised our mother.â
âBut if I learn that, Iâll be able to protect myself, which means you helped me keep myself safe.â Alan pointed out.
âNo, teaching you how to kill means I am preparing you for a war, and wars are anything but 'safeâ,â Harry shook his head, âI canât teach that to you, Alan, I wonât.â
âI promise to not go on a killing spree or become a vigilante or something, I swear.â Alan promised, âI am ready to swear it on my magic that I wonât kill someone unless they harm me.â
âDo it.â
âWhat?â
âGo on, do it,â Harry pointed at Alanâs wand. âGive me the oath that you wonât kill someone unless they harm you first, and Iâll teach you how to âdefendâ yourself.â
Alan halted for a moment, and the innovator sighed at the clear signs of hesitation on his brotherâs face. But just before he could have said anything, his brother went ahead and gave the oath. He swore on his magic that he wouldnât use whatever Harryâs taught to kill someone unless it was to defend himself.
Harry thought for some time before he went to his personal book shelf and picked up three leather-bound books, âTake these.â
âWhat are these?â
âBooks on defense; these arenât your conventional school methods, so they arenât taught.â He shrugged. âLearn the spells before the month ends; if you fail, I'll stop the training immediately.â
Alan grinned, âThanks, Harry.â
The innovator nodded, but before he left, he turned to look at Alan once more. âBy the way, do try swimming for an extended amount of time, and look about Gillyweed in library books.
â
Lucius Malfoy heard the footsteps once more. Smacking of thick boots on the cold stone floor of the dungeons of Black Manor. The footsteps gave him a sense of Deja Vu these days because they were always followed by pain and misery. Usually some mocking about his life presented itself first.
âCame to mock me again, Black? Didnât get enough last time, did you?â He mumbled; his throat was dry, but that blasted elf gave him water only three times a day. Enough to keep him alive but weak enough that he wouldnât be able to do much against the torture.
The footsteps stopped in front of his cell, and all Malfoy opened his eyes to meet his captorâs boots.
âIt seems that Sirius has been visiting you regularly.â A smooth voice, totally unlike said Black's, made him shiver. He looked up from the boots and came face to face with the cold emerald glare of the monster whom he had hated and feared his whole life.
âPo-Potter!â Malfoy gasped. âWhat are you doing here?â
âIt is my godfatherâs manor, and you are my prisoner; I hope you remember that.â Harry smiled. âBut todayâs special; do you know why? Todayâs a happy day, Malfoy.â
âAâŠhappy day?â The man asked him, worried that the monster might do some permanent damage today.
âIndeed. But I think watching it would be better than telling you.â The innovator pointed towards his side and summoned a wide white screen with a small metal ball placed atop it. âI hope you remember this little invention of mine.â
âThe Showballs?â Lucius muttered, âW-what are you going to do, Potter?â
Harry just chuckled, âSomething that you might not like, but donât worry, this is a private show. So whatever happens wonât be shown to the rest of them that are being established elsewhere. You see, this showball is an upgraded version that includes sound and has the ability of one-on-one conversation. I'll launch it later, but itâll work for us.â
The fat gave him some amount of relief, but then he realized that this meant whatever was going to happen would show the Potter heir in a bad way, which is why the boy wasnât showing this to the public.
Harry clicked a few runes and switched on the showball. Rays of bright light streamed from the metal ball and fell on the white screen. The Malfoy Lord's eyes widened when he saw the first thing that was displayed.
It was his son.
Unconscious and tied to a chair.
âRemember your dear son, Malfoy?â Harry smiled. âYeah, thatâs him. Heâs not anywhere near us, so donât bother screaming. Heâs in a separate place where Sirius is with him.â Harry turned to look at the screen. âSirius, you there?â
The Lord of the Blacks came into view instantly. He wore a dark black suit, his hair tied in a ponytail, and a disarming smile on his face. âHEY HARRY! I WAS WAITING FOR YOU!! HOW ARE YOU?! THIS THING IS BRILLIANT!.â
âYes-yes, I can hear you, Sirius; donât shout.â Harry scrunched his face. âDo you have all the things that I told you to take with you?â
âI do. Which one should I start with?â
âPotterââ
âStart with the pincers; theyâre good forââ
âPotter, pleaseââ
â âremoving nails. And start with the toe nails.â Harry ignored Malfoy. âYou have put a silencing charm on that idiot, right? We donât want anyââ
âPOTTER!!â
Harry stopped and turned to look at the tied and helpless form of the Malfoy lord. âYes, Malfoy? Canât you see I am busy? Whatever it is will have to wait.â
âPlease Potter, release my son.â Malfoy cried. âHe hasnât done anything. H-he isnât even marked yet! He doesnât know anything about the Dark Lord, Potter. Please release him.â
âAh, thatâs where you are wrong, Lucius.â The younger mageâs eyes glowed. âYour son, Draco, is responsible for opening the gates from inside Hogwarts, is he not? Heâs the one who led the Death Eaters inside Hogwarts, right? Isnât that shithead the reason why thirteen muggleborn children died?!â
âTh-That was the Dark Lordâs bidding, PotâHarry. Please.â He gulped. âDraco didnât know anything; he wasââ
âTold to open the gate when he got the signal, eh?â Harry narrowed his eyes. âMalfoy was safe under Dumbledoreâs protection. Your wife had asked for his safety, and Voldemort would be a fool to actually try to penetrate Hogwarts while Dumbledore was alive and functioning. What your son did isnât a mistake, you fool. He just lusted after power and chaosâŠjust like his father. And now he pays for it.â
"Please, Potter, take whatever you want; I-I can pay you, Potter. Anything that you want, Iâll give you. JustâŠ.just release my son.â
âAnything, Malfoy?â Harry smirked and looked towards the screen where Sirius had pulled out the pincers and was going to pull the toe nail.
âYES!! I-I mean, yes, Harry. Anything!â The man nodded feverishly.
âStop, Sirius. It seems Malfoy has some brain.â Harry stopped the man, and from within his robes he pulled out a blood quill as well as Gringotts papers. He opened the cell and stepped inside the small room.
âSign these papers, Malfoy.â Harry placed the papers and the quill in front of the Malfoy lord. âI promise that neither I nor Sirius would harm your son in any way.â
Lucius frowned at the papers. âWhat are these?â
âThese are legal Gringotts papers that proclaim that you, Lucius Malfoy, Lord of the Noble House of Malfoys, are hereby giving up your vault, your lands, and everything that you hold dear to âLily Potter Fund for the Needyâ. Of course, I am not completely cruel; therefore, your ancestral manor is exempt from this.â
Malfoy blinked in shock. His mind couldnât grasp exactly how he was giving up everything to some random fund. He knew about the Lily Potter fund that his captors had started a few years ago; he had even made a small contribution of five thousand galleons for the show and to raise his standing, but to give everything?
His estates throughout the world, the lands he owned, his winery, the shares he held in different wizarding businesses, the Malfoy vault at GringottsâŠeverything flashed before his eyes. And the brat was daring enough to ask him to sign up for every damn thing to a fucking fund?!
âAre you insane, Potter?!â He shouted. âHOW COULD YOU EVEN THINK THAT I WOULDâHOW..How could you even think that any sane wizard would do that?!â
âWell, then, all we need to do is get you insane, right?â Harry smiled. âThatâs easy, Lucius. Actually, I am glad that you denied it; this makes things more interesting for me.â
âWhat?â
But the master of the hallows ignored the fool and turned towards the screen. âAlright, Sirius, Malfoy is being a bitch. Ennervate that idiot and start plucking out his toe nails. Use as much force as you want; I am sure he can withstand it.â
At first Lucius thought that Sirius wouldn't do it; he knew that the Black Lord was a bit insane; it was the Black family madness, and he could say that he had been the unfortunate victim of three of those Blacks. But to torture a kid? That wasnât what he would do, right? RIGHT?!
Unfortunately, Lucius found it the hard way when he saw that Sirius Black was indeed cruel enough to do it. Dracoâs nails were plucked one at a time, his mouth wide open in a silent scream as tears streamed down his face and blood poured from the wound.
Lucius tried to stop them; he repeatedly asked Harry to stop it all. He was even willing to pay half of what the boy had asked for, but it seemed that the boy didnât want anything like that. Harry just watched the entire thing with a stoic mask as both the Malfoys cried.
âSo, Lucius, are you ready to sign it?â Harry smiled. âOr shall we show you how much chopping a finger hurts? Especially when itâs done to each of the twenty fingers?â
âA monsterâŠ.â
âWhat?â
Malfoy glared at Harry with as much hatred as he could. âYou are a monster, Potter. Both you and Black. You are torturing a child, a kid your age, and making his father watch that.â
Harry bent down to Malfoyâs level and slapped him hard in the face before kicking him in the gut. âYou fool. How much of a hypocrite could you be, you fucking gobshit! You have tortured lots of children and raped women and daughters while their families watched helpless. You have done an uncountable number of the same deeds that you are witnessing. And you claim we are monsters?!â
Harry pulled Lucius by his hair and made him look at the screen. "Remember, Malfoy, this is how all those helpless fathers felt when your merry band tortured and raped their children right before their eyes. Feel it. Feel the pain, you fucker. FEEL IT!â Harry slapped him once more. âYou and your child are responsible for the deaths of thirteen of those same children who were our age; where did this morality go when you were torturing and killing those, huh?â
âThey deserved it, Potter.â Malfoy bit back through gritted teeth. âThey are filthy mudbloods and filthy muggles. They deserved every bit of the things we did with them and more. I spit on those fools for being born in this world with inferior capabilities and an overestimated ego.â
âYou disgust me, Malfoy.â Harry clenched his fist and turned towards the screen. âSirius, chop off each of his fingers, and make the fucker feel every single bit of it. If he faints, push a bloody replenisher in his mouth and ennervate him.â
The next half hour was absolute torture for both the Malfoys; one suffered as his fingers were chopped off while the other cried as his son was being tortured ruthlessly by their captors.
âStill thinking of worth, Malfoy?â Harry said after the ordeal. âYou have the Un Vie curse, Malfoy. Your wife doesnât like you and will never be with you; hell, itâs probable that you wonât be able to leave this place and die here. Why do you want to end the Malfoy line like this? Just sign the papers, and I promise that neither I nor Sirius would harm the boy.â
âSwear on itâŠ.â
Harry raised his eyebrow at his audacity, but then he shrugged, âAlright.â
He flicked his wand out and pointed it towards the ceiling. âI, Harry James Potter, heir apparent of houses Potter and Peverel, under no compulsions, swear on my magic that if Lucius Malfoy of house Malfoy signs the papers from Gringotts wizarding bank, which releases the hold the Malfoy family has on the mentioned properties to the Lily Potter fund for the Needy, then neither I, nor Sirius Black of house Black, would harm Draco Malfoy of house Malfoy. So mote it be.â
There was a flash of magic, and the oath was sealed. Lucius picked up the blood quill and signed his name. He winced when he felt his blood being sucked, but he endured it and signed his name on three more places before the parchment glowed golden and vanished.
âThat wasnât hard, was it?â Harry smiled and turned to look at the screen once more. âAlright, Sirius. Papers have been signed and delivered. Now you have to make sure that each of the mugglebornâs families received fifty thousand galleons. Itâs not enough to repay the lives of their children, but itâs all we can do for them.â
Sirius nodded. He felt bad for torturing someone like this, but Harry was right; this wasnât torture; this was them avenging the deaths of the thirteen children who had lost their lives that day. And if it had been left to the ministry and aurors then they would have done absolutely nothing, and the case would have been shut down.
This outcome was much better than that.
âSo, what do we do with this kid, Harry?â Sirius asked his godson.
The innovator looked at the fallen form of now completely poor Lucius MalfoyâŠ.and he smiled, âYou know what to do, Sirius. Initiate plan A by inviting them; make sure to turn off the screen from your side so they donât see us.â
âAre we still going through with it?â Sirius asked, a bit hesitantly. âI mean, we got what we wanted, right?â
âWe did, Sirius, but there are others who are starved for something more.â Harry shrugged. âAnd trust me, this will be the most poetic justice to someone.â
Sirius nodded and drank the bottle of polyjuice potion. His appearance changed on his way as he turned off the screen from his side so that only Harry and Lucius could see what happened in the cell and not the other way around.
âWh-whatâs going to happen?â Lucius asked. âWhy havenât you released Draco yet?
âWho said anything about releasing him?â Harry gave a mock frown. âYour son is responsible for the deaths, Malfoy. And I once read something called âThe Code of Hammurabiâ; do you know what it says?â
Lucius didnât say anything; he was too busy watching the screen where the newly transformed Sirius opened a door in that room, and through that door entered ten men. Each with a knife or a hammer in their hands as they glared at his son with unadulterated fury.
âA bone for a bone, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a toothâŠâ Harry picked the blood quill and started moving out of the cell. â...and a soul for a soul. You see, Malfoy, these are the muggle parents of the children who died during that raid; three of them refused, but ten have agreed.â
âAgreed for what?â Malfoy muttered even though he somehow knew what it was that they had agreed for.
âTonight your pureblood son will die the muggle way, and his blood will be spilled on muggle hands.â
âButâbut you saidââ
âThat neither I nor Sirius would harm your son? Yes. And see, we arenât; Sirius has already left the building. Now, if your son isnât fast enough to escape the place, he will die. If he can escape, then he lives and no one will go after him. Choice is his.â
Harry gave a simple shrug and closed the door behind him. âEnjoy the show, Malfoy. I hope you always remember it.â
And with that, he left the place; he would still hear Malfoy scream at him, curse him, and hear Dracoâs screams. Malfoy was even shouting at those men and telling Draco to apparate out or run away; sadly, he didnât know that since Sirius had turned off the showball from the other side, no one could hear or see Lucius Malfoy at all.
âAnd that is the end of the Malfoy lineâŠ.â Harry thought as he walked out of the Black Manor and apparated back to Hogwarts.
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Ending note: We have finally entered into the pre-finale arc of the Fanfic!
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Dev Sagittarius Black
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