Master of death, the-chosen-one, man-who-slain, the boy-who-lived, freak, boy, and Harry were all names he was known by, all titles and names he had placed upon him by others.
None of those names mattered anymore, Harry Potter was dead at least to the wider wizarding world.
Harry Potter died a month after the fall of Voldemort or it appeared he did anyway...
The truth of the matter is the D.o.M faked his death after they kidnapped him from the Lestrange manor raid in nineteen ninety-nine and left a polyjuiced corpse in his stead.
The following years since then had seen him going through the most rigorous training in all fields of combat. Magical combat, Muggle hand-to-hand combat, edged weapons, small arms, stealth, interrogation, mind arts, and spells so complex and horrible they gave Harry nightmares after learning them (practising on muggle cadavers probably didn't help either).
They pushed him to his breaking point and over again, then built him into the heartless bastard he was now. Three years after being Conscripted (for that's exactly what happened) he was assigned to a covert team that to the rest of the world, did not exist.
The thoughts of his old life still plagued his mind, he had left all of his old friends, his godson, and the wizarding world believing he had been killed.
Ginny had moved on and found someone else, he read not long ago about her wedding to Blaise Zabini of all people in the 'Daily Prophet'. Harry was happy for her and hoped she had a good life with her new husband.
Ron had been drummed out of the auror corp for abuse of power, and stealing money from the people he arrested, along with various other ethical infractions. Looking back Harry couldn't really say he was surprised, Ron had always been like that even as a prefect at Hogwarts.
Hermione moved to Australia to be closer to her parents even if they had no idea who she was, he hadn't received any news about her since he joined the unspeakables but he suspected she was working in the Australian ministry.
The thoughts that plagued him most weren't about people though, he wondered if he would ever have a peaceful life.
He really did not wish to be a part of this endless war anymore, but he couldn't quit. In his heart, he knew that there was still so much to do, that if he quit now he would regret it down the road.
One dark lord had fallen by his hand but now there was a new one starting up...
'The Serpents Vengeance was a new radical group led by the ever-elusive Augustus Rookwood. He had lured a collection of young purebloods just out of Hogwarts, to reignite the fire that Harry had hoped had been extinguished when he had slain Tom Riddle years ago.
The ex-unspeakable knew how to operate in secrecy, both of his past employers had trained him to work from the shadows.
He was once an unspeakable in the Chrono division and knew how the D.o.M operated. Rookwood had set up his own information network inside the ministry before he was caught. The sad thing was the only reason he was caught was Igor Karkoroff ratting him out to save his own ass.
He was also one of Voldemort's intelligence officers and knew how to conduct and organize large numbers of people. Voldemort had him doing research projects more than actual fieldwork during the war, but the last two years had proven that he picked up a thing or two.
Rookwood knew how to manufacture time sand which according to the interrogation of Astoria Greengrass was crucial to the group's primary goal.
Everyone was surprised when they discovered Rookwood's goal, he wanted to travel back to the past and help the Dark Lord win the first blood war.
It was beyond ambitious and according to the Frog, nearly impossible. There were so many variables to consider it would be foolish to attempt it, the chance that Rookwood could succeed was slim to none.
Still, no matter how slim the chances were that he would be successful, Spectre VII was not taking the chance.
This group had become a real threat over the past two years, using death eater tactics to terrorize the country. They needed to be stopped regardless of their goals.
Ironically it was Harry's death that set this group into motion, emboldened by the chosen one's death, they moved from the shadows into the open. They started by attacking and killing many of the war heroes who opposed the Death Eaters only a few years earlier.
The public was terrified, there was no chosen one to save them anymore. The ministry was still recovering from the war and they had less than a dozen veteran Aurors left. There had only been one class that completed the Auror academy since the war ended and they were still green.
The Aurors were getting nowhere in catching the Serpents, the public was in an uproar so the minister had made the call, Spectre VII had just received the orders to take the group down.
They had some success taking down a small team yesterday morning, killing six of the fuckers and capturing Astoria Greengrass in the process.
They now had a location, they were moving out tonight the 'Serpents Vengeance' would fall but not by the chosen one.
That name meant nothing to Harry James Potter, nor did all the other hyphenated garbage the public had called him through the years, he had hated the unspeakables in the beginning but had come to love the name they had given him.
The only name that mattered to Harry James Potter anymore, was his codename, Reaper.
Nott Manor, Nottingham, England, 6/21/2004, 21:35
The coms hissed in his ear with reports from the other teams talking back and forth as he appeared with a barely audible 'pop.' Reaper took in his surroundings, the smell of summer air and the chirping of insects assaulting his senses.
"Sit-rep team, Alpha", Came the voice of Team Charlie's leader in his earpiece.
Harry was for the most part still getting his bearings having landed here less than thirty seconds ago in this small forest clearing. He had arrived less than three hundred meters from the ward line, just as his other team members had at strategic points around the property.
"I'm in position, advancing now," Harry spoke into his com answering the question just asked by his counterpart on team Charlie, as he crept towards his assigned position.
"Advancing to position, all clear." he heard Banshee call over the coms, followed almost immediately by Viper confirming he was heading into position as well.
'Good,' Harry thought to himself, glad that his team members were all accounted for. He walked a few more minutes before he neared the edge of the forest, getting his first glimpses of tonight's target.
He could see the large manor house and a quidditch pitch to the far right of the manor.
The manor stood very tall with a steep-pitch slate roof, Harry would admit that it was truly an impressive, if not somewhat imposing structure. The walls were a dark faded brownstone with stone ledges between every window, there were statues of all manner of Gargoyles perched on said ledges, looking out towards the grounds with unseeing stone eyes.
Harry counted four rows of Statues one for each floor confirming their intel that the manner had four floors.
'I'll bet anything those statues are a defence, Make sure the Ward Breaker doesn't set the fuckers off, " Harry said, sending the command through his com.
"Roger that Reaper, they have already disabled the Trigger on the transfiguration wards. We're clear to move as soon as we get the signal from HQ," Viper's voice hissed through Harry's earpiece.
"Roger that, I'm at the ward line Now, holding position," Harry confirmed.
Reaching into his pocket he withdrew his Comet 260 and resized it, it may be slow but all he needed was to fly up to the second-floor window. He chuckled to himself at the thought of flying a training broom into a Terrorist stronghold.
"Greenlight all teams move out!" A voice hissed in his earpiece.
Harry took a calming breath before pulling his hood over his head and mounting his broom.
His team was designated Team Alpha for this mission and was instructed to split up over the top three floors They were to advance toward the main level, clearing any opposition in route, and then back up teams Charlie and Delta if necessary on the first floor.
Viper was to take the third floor, Banshee had been assigned the fourth floor (Which had a low probability of occupants) and Harry's task was to clear the second floor.
Team Charlie and Delta were going to hit the main floor, where they were almost certain to meet resistance.
Harry glided to his entry point, a window in between two of the horned hideous-looking Gargoyle's set into the wall, they were only statues thankfully.
Scanning the window for any wards from astride his broom, Harry got the reading he hoped for. Only alert charms were in place, which were very easy to disarm. In less than thirty seconds, Harry was standing inside a dusty guest bedroom.
"Reaper in," he whispered into his com.
Harry then cast a silent 'Homenum Revelio', he picked up a single presence on this floor before making his way out of the bedroom and into the hallway.
"Banshee in, all clear on the four moving to Viper"
"Viper in, Clear on three, meet at landing two," Viper called less than a minute later.
"Reaper in, confirm one contact on two, moving to east side Parlor, meet at landing two," Harry whispered into the mouthpiece as he stepped out into the dimly lit hallway.
Harry pulled on his invisibility cloak and cast a silencing charm over his boots completely concealing his presence.
Harry quickly made his way towards the eastside parlour, Luckily, it wasn't very far from where he had made entry and was on the way to the rendezvous point with his teammates.
He walked for about five minutes before he reached the open door where the only occupant on this floor was located.
Harry moved very slowly, stalking into the room, even with his cloak on, he didn't want to rush this and give away his position.
Harry spotted his target, she was sitting in a chair in front of the fireplace to the right of the door, and he recognized her instantly.
Black hair, dark brown eyes, and a puglike face, there was only one female who fit that description, Pansy Parkinson. On closer inspection Harry saw that she was reading a book, and was completely absorbed in what she was reading, she was frowning thoughtfully as her eyes danced over the pages. She never heard Harry coming up behind her, nor the sound of him unsheathing the goblin-made dagger from the sheath on his right thigh.
In one swift motion, Harry grabbed her, placing his left hand under the nose and covering her mouth as he pulled her head back against her chair while bringing the razor-sharp dagger across her throat with his right. She gurgled and kicked her legs in a panic before the blood loss caused her to slump forward lifelessly. Harry removed his hand from her mouth and left her slumped in her chair.
"All clear on two, Target down, number seven on list confirmed" Harry spoke into the com as he removed his invisibility cloak and made his way toward the east side landing.
Rounding the corner, Harry saw the staircase landing and his teammates standing in the shadows. Apparently, his team spotted him as well, because both of their wands had risen in his direction.
Their wands stayed trained on him until they saw the Spectre VII badge attached to the left breast of his grey robes. The badge was only visible to other members of the Spectre VII teams and looked like a cartoonish ghost that glowed a soft green with a small red 'VII' set in its centre.
"Well aren't you the lucky one Reaper, you're the only one that actually had someone to take down,l. And a top ten at that... lucky bastard," Viper exclaimed muttering the last bit.
"We're clear team Charlie, making our way to the basement level," Banshee called out over the coms as the three members of Team Alpha descended to the main floor.
Halfway down the stairs, they came upon a scene of absolute chaos. The main entry Hall was tall and spacious with stone walls of polished alabaster meeting white swirled marble floors (or ten minutes ago it did anyway).
Now the walls were cracked and cratered in places and two forces were behind cover (Transfigured stone if Harry was to guess) and fighting from either end of the large entry hall, firing spells at each other with explosive results.
Harry and his team took to firing from halfway down the staircase, their spells slamming into the flank of the very surprised Serps. Team Charlie took advantage of their distraction and threw some offensive grenades over the Serps barricade. The combination of explosive spells and the deafening explosion from the grenades crushed the opposition very quickly.
Howls of agony and the smell of cordite and burnt flesh assaulted their nostrils as the smoke settled. Harry saw mangled bodies, some still alive and moaning piteously littering the serpent's side of the entry hall.
"Clear," the leader of team Charlie called as members of team Delta went and cast the Killing Curse on the wounded Serps.
This was a Black Flag mission, meaning no Quarter would be given. After all Spectre VII didn't exist. It was kind of hard to have a trial when the criminals were apprehended by a top-secret branch of the government ((f they wanted it to stay secret that is).
"All Clear upstairs, we will proceed to the Basement. Has this floor been Cleared yet?" Harry questioned his opposite whoever he was (the only people he knew were his own teammates).
"Negative, we've been at a stalemate. They started engaging us almost as soon as we made entry," the other man stated as he watched team Delta processing the serpents.
With a nod to each other, the separate teams split off to carry out their assigned tasks.
It took longer than they would have liked but eventually, they located the basement door. A quick scan showed a lot of alert charms, notice-me-not's, and an imperturbable charm had been placed on the doorway.
'Alright, Reaper do your thing," Banshee said, quietly stepping aside so Harry could take the door down.
"Alright Boss," Harry quipped as he raised the Elder wand and cancelled every spell on the door with ease, not even slowing his motion he brought his wand back into position and cast a powerful, "Reducto!"
BOOM!
The force of that one spell vaporized the door and the wall around it, the sounds of stone crumbling and crashing onto the floor below could be heard echoing up the staircase.
"Great now they know we're here!" Viper Hissed as a green spell rushed up the staircase.
The killing curse was easily blocked by Harry's conjured block of marble, Harry didn't even pause as he sent a "Decapitare" in the direction the first spell had come from.
The splatting thud confirmed his hit but there was no time to celebrate as more spells flew their way.
"Nott's Down! Greengrass, Secure the device!" Came the unmistakable voice of number four, Draco Malfoy.
'Enough of this," Banshee growled as she pulled the pin on the pineapple grenade in her hand and tossed it down the stairs.
Two more killing curses just barely missed her as the echoing sound of metal rolling down stone stairs could be heard. Four seconds later another loud 'BOOM' was heard followed by screams of agony.
Harry moved from cover going straight down the steps, halfway down he could see four bodies laying lifeless on the floor, one without a head. Another man was on the floor a short distance away, slowly dragging himself toward a wooden door at the end of the corridor. Harry's killing curse stopped him in his tracks.
"Clear, all Serps down," Harry called as he pushed open the door the serpent was heading toward.
"Sectum Sempra," a frightened female voice shouted.
Harry barely dodged the curse as he sent one back at the woman standing in the middle of the bare stone room. His spell clipped her wand arm, and her wand clattered to the floor. She let out a blood-curdling shriek as Harry closed the distance between them.
Harry dodged the glass orb in Greengrass' hand and cast a silent sectumsempra, slicing her throat open. She collapsed to the floor her hands going to her throat in a futile attempt to stop the blood from spraying out of her neck.
"Reaper clear," Harry shouted down the hallway.
"We're clear out here," Harry heard Banshee call back.
Harry carefully levitated the glass orb into the air before cancelling the spell, quickly he cast a mini containment field around it and reapplied the levitation charm before it hit the floor.
"I have the device," Harry said when he entered the hall.
Harry was shocked to see his team on the floor and had just registered something was amiss when everything went black.
Azkaban Prison, 6/21/2004, 23:55
"Wake up Potter," A gruff voice ordered before a bucket of ice-cold water was dumped over him.
Harry sputtered awake not having any idea where he was or how he had gotten here.
He could tell he was in a cell of some kind, what was even more alarming was that he was almost completely undressed which should be impossible due to charms embedded into his combat robes. The only thing he was wearing at the moment was his underwear and his mokeskin necklace.
"Good you're awake," an unfamiliar voice said happily.
"Who are you and where the hell am I?" Harry demanded angrily.
"CRUCIO!" The voice roared out in irritation.
Harry was struck full on by the spell and felt the familiar feeling of hot needles being shoved into every nerve in his body. Harry screamed out in agony and thrashed on the stone floor, whoever was casting was very proficient with the spell.
"Manners Potter, I am Augustus Rookwood," The man said in a calm voice.
"So, why am I here?" Harry asked shakily.
"I'm glad you asked, you see the raid Spectre seven was involved in tonight was part of a plan me and some of my associates have been engineering for the past six months," Rookwood explained.
"So you are not planning on going back in time?" Harry asked sitting up and leaning against the cell wall shakily.
"No, it would be too dangerous since there is already another version of me in that time period. I suppose I could have sent one of the junior members but you killed them all. No Mr Potter you will be going back in time," Rookwood explained cheerfully.
"So the raid was a trap," Harry said with a scowl noticing his wrists were encased in shiny silver bracelets.
"Yes, Spectre seven was in its infancy when I was apprehended back in eighty-two but I knew the ministry would be using them after the dark lord fell this time. I knew if I made enough ruckus the ministry would send them after me, but even I was surprised when I discovered you," Rookwood said happily.
"Where are we?" Harry asked again.
"Azkaban Island, cell H.S Twelve, Bellatrix Lestrange's old cell, which is where I am sending you. Those bracelets will make sure you cannot use your magic, they will also ensure that the guards will feed you but not ask any questions as to why you're there," Rookwood explained with a smirk.
"Why not just kill me?" Harry asked trying to figure out the angle.
"Simple, you will end up impregnating Bellatrix LeStrange and her child will be adopted by Lucius Malfoy, the dark lord will control the two wealthiest houses in the wizarding world when he rises again," Rookwood said sounding a bit mad.
"You're insane! I wouldn't touch her with your dick," Harry said with a snort.
"CRUCIO!" Rookwood roared.
"What did I say about manners, I have been listening to those uncouth death eaters talk like a bunch of savages for decades. Is it so much to ask for polite conversation?" Rookwood chastised almost reminding him of Percy Weasley in his mannerism.
"You are the company you keep," Harry said shakily from the floor having fallen over from a sitting position.
"I will be sending you back to March of eighty-two, you won't be disturbed until January of ninety-six. I have a feeling you'll be killed when the dark lord liberates the prison. Consider this payback for murdering my master," Rookwood said with an evil smile.
"There is already another version of me in that time," Harry pointed out.
"Yes, I wouldn't worry about that, it's very unlikely you will run into one another. That's where the danger of time travel comes into play," Rookwood explained.
"Oh," Harry said remembering Hermione saying something similar over a decade ago.
"Yes, now this has been fun but you have a trip to make, be sure to think happy thoughts," Rookwood said taking out the time orb with a silk glove and waving his wand over the runes.
"Wait, what happened to my team?" Harry asked frantically.
"All dead, to be honest, if I hadn't taken your hood off you would be too," Rookwood said as he dropped the orb on Harry's prone form.
Harry felt the jerk behind his navel similar to a portkey activating and then everything went black.
Azkaban Prison, Cell H.S twelve, North Sea, 3/23/1982, 08:43
Bellatrix sat on her rack staring at the wall in front of her. Rudy's plan had gotten them captured and now they were at the mercy of these soul-sucking monsters.
Right now she had a small reprieve as the human guards were running an inspection of the prison.
She had never felt so awful in her whole life and she had only been here three days!
The plan had been simple, Barty would get them through the wards as he was related to Augusta on his mother's side. Rab would keep a lookout while she and Rudy interrogated the Longbottoms, they were supposed to use veritaserum but her moronic husband had failed to acquire any.
So Rudy said they could use the cruciatus, as he was certain they would spill their guts easily, the bastard was wrong and here they were!
Her musings were interrupted when a blinding flash of blue light lit up her cell. When the light cleared she saw a shape lying on the floor at her feet Blinking a few times, Bellatrix realised it was a man lying on the floor in front of her and he was only clad in a pair of Y-fronts.
"Ow," the man groaned feebly before passing out.
Bellatrix hesitantly poked him with her barefoot getting no reaction from him.
'He is definitely in good physical shape,' she thought appreciatively as her eyes roamed over his toned stomach and chest noticing a tattoo on his left breast, the mark of Grindelwald if she wasn't mistaken.
His stomach felt much warmer than the cold floor so she placed both of her feet there and continued to admire his semi-nude form.
She may be a borderline psycho but she was still a woman and feeling his rockhard abs under the soles of her feet was definitely making this frigid room feel a lot warmer to her. She had only seen her husband in this state of undress and he was nowhere near as good looking, his pasty flabby stomach didn't hold a candle to this.
"Where did you come from?" Bellatrix asked knowing he wouldn't answer.
'This must be my reward for my service to the dark lord,' Bellatrix thought to herself as she got off her cot and started the process of heaving the unconscious man onto her cot.
Azkaban Prison, Cell H.S Twelve, 3/25/1982, 22:34
Bellatrix had moved her guest onto her rack, he did a very good job of keeping her warm during the nighttime. She still had no idea who this man was but he seemed to keep the dementors away. She was currently laying on him with her head on his chest getting ready to drift off for the night.
Suddenly her pillow groaned and stretched his arms over his head.
"Where am I?" The man groaned out.
"Azkaban prison," Bellatrix answered, curiously at how he would respond.
Harry's eyes snapped open at the familiar voice, and the memories of his conversation with Rookwood came back to him.
"Son of a bitch, he actually did it," Harry said feeling absolutely awful.
"Who did what?" Bellatrix asked curiously.
"Never mind, the bottom line is I'm locked down on the death eater wing," Harry bit out.
"Who are you?" Bellatrix demanded getting irritated.
"Doesn't matter," Harry said as he sat up making Bellatrix slide off onto the floor.
Bellatrix clambered to her feet, her temper completely gone now, and shoved the man who had just shakily gotten to his feet back onto the bed.
"You are not going anywhere, now who the hell are you?" Bellatrix demanded.
"I can't tell you that, and even if I could, I know exactly who you are," Harry said getting angry with this whole situation.
"You're one to talk, you bear Grindlewald's mark," Bellatrix said poking said mark with her finger.
"That is not Grindlewald's mark you twit, it's the Peverell family crest," Harry said irritably.
"Don't call me a twit," Bellatrix shrieked tackling him and making his head bounce off the stone wall of the cell.
"Ow," Harry groaned before sliding sideways and falling off of the rack taking Bellatrix with him to the floor.
"I want answers, why did you appear in my cell? Why are you so weak? And who the hell are you?" Bellatrix demanded pinning him to the floor.
"I was sent here, I don't know why," Harry said when he realized he was too weak to push her away.
He couldn't help but notice that she looked to be about the same age as she did in that penseive memory he saw in his fourth year, this couldn't be that long after that trial took place.
"So who are you?" She pressed.
"Harry James Potter," Harry said tiredly.
"Impossible, Harry Potter is a toddler and supposedly responsible for the death of my master," Bellatrix screeched before smacking him across the face.
"Listen you crazy bitch, I am Harry James Potter and I am responsible for killing that noseless fuck twice," Harry said angrily.
Instead of getting madder, that seemed to calm her, "if you're who you say you are then why would you be sent here, wouldn't the wizarding world hail you as the next Dumbledore?" She asked deadly serious.
"One of your lot sent me here," Harry said feeling incredibly sleepy again.
"So why did they send you to my cell?" Bellatrix demanded.
"I don't know," Harry lied.
Bellatrix stared into his eyes and Harry felt her presence enter his mind, he tried to push her out but his occlumency shields wouldn't come up. He finally realized why he was so weak, magical exhaustion from the time orb.
Harry felt a massive headache as she rooted around in his mind, he was powerless to keep her out.
Bellatrix was shocked at what she saw in this man's mind, he was an unspeakable, he knew more about the dark lord than she thought possible, and was a very powerful wizard.
She saw all the events he witnessed, she saw his childhood, his time at Hogwarts, she saw him defeat her master again and again, and she saw him strike her lord down.
Then she saw his meeting with a much older Augustus Rookwood, the bastard had sent him here to impregnate her and use her child. She finally saw enough and pulled from his mind looking flabbergasted.
Bellatrix looked down at the man and realized he had passed out from the exertion.
Azkaban Prison, Cell H.S Twelve, 1982, 11:23
Harry felt himself drift into consciousness, he felt a bit more like himself but still incredibly weak. This made no sense, usually even at his most exhausted he would have recovered by now.
Harry tried to move but felt a warm weight pressed against him trapping him on the prison cot. Normally he would have no problem pushing her off of him but he felt so weak.
The bracelets on his wrists, that had to be it! They were suppressing his magic, they were probably interfering with his recovery as well. Lifting his free arm to the light coming in through the tiny window, he finally recognized the bracelets, they were made for unspeakable prisoners.
The unspeakables hadn't used these bracelets in over thirty years, they were designed to be placed on a high-risk prisoner so the unspeakables could place their prisoners in Azkaban and the guards wouldn't ask any questions.
There was only one way to take them off, the one who placed them on the prisoner had to unlock them.
"Fuck!" Harry exclaimed angrily.
"Not until I wake up," Bellatrix mumbled into his chest.
'This has got to be the most fucked up situation I have ever gotten myself into,' Harry thought grimly.
He jumped when he felt something brush across his manhood, he shivered when he realized what it was, a feminine hand.
"Why are you sleeping on me?" Harry asked trying to squirm away but hitting the wall behind him.
"Your warm, and this place is freezing," Bellatrix mumbled opening her eyes and squinting at him, her hand still groping him.
"Why are you touching me?" Harry asked as her fingers brushed him again.
"Because you're my new pet," Bellatrix said sounding like a spoiled child.
"Well stop," Harry demanded.
"Why it's getting bigger when I tickle it?" Bellatrix said but removed her hand anyway.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief, this was a lot to process and he felt a little dirty being molested by a psycho. Harry actually shuddered when thought about what she had done to him while he had been asleep.
"So the dark lord rises again," Bellatrix asked breaking into his thoughts.
"Yes, and falls," Harry said knowing she had seen everything in his mind last night anyway.
"What happened to me? Bellatrix demanded.
"You were killed by a housewife," Harry said seriously.
"What about my sisters?" Bellatrix asked sounding concerned.
"Narcissa saved my life, I gave her the Black property in southern France. The last I heard she was laying on the beach and spending through the Black family gold," Harry said with a shrug.
"And what of Andromeda?" She pressed.
"She lost her husband and daughter in the war, she was raising my godson the last I heard," Harry said sadly.
"So they both survived the war?" Bellatrix asked hopefully.
"Yes, though they both had a hard time of it," Harry admitted.
"I am glad they made it, I have decided to help you, provided you will help me with something," Bellatrix said after some thought.
"Help me how?" Harry asked warily.
"Getting those magical suppressors off of you," She said as if it were obvious.
"Only Rookwood can remove them. Well actually I only need some of his blood, I can do the rest," Harry said thoughtfully.
"Yes I know, he is somewhere on this wing I saw him when they brought me in a few days ago," she pointed out.
"What do you want me to help you with?" Harry asked warily.
"I want you to kill Rudolphus and Rabastan," Bellatrix said seriously.
"Why?" Harry asked surprised.
"Because Rudy was the one who dragged us to the Longbottom's, he is the one who decided to torture them, and he was the one who drove them insane landing me in this frigid hell hole!" Bellatrix hissed angrily.
"Bullshit, I know for a fact you tortured Alice and Frank Longbottom," Harry said in disgust.
"Yes, I tortured them, but even I know when to quit," Bellatrix said irritably.
"Alright, if you can get me a vial of Rookwood's blood, I will kill the LeStrange brothers," Harry agreed.
"We have a deal then," Bellatrix said happily.
"So when can you get me his blood?" Harry asked eagerly.
"Summer solstice, the ministry allows all the inmates outside time two days a year, on the summer and winter solstice for one hour," Bellatrix explained.
"Fuck, that's three months away," Harry said despondently.
"It's the best you got," Bellatrix said with a shrug.
"Right, I guess that will give my core time to recharge, the bracelets are slowing down my recovery time," Harry said thoughtfully.
"Exactly, now turn your head I have to use the loo," Bellatrix said scrambling to her feet to head to the small toilet set into the wall on the other side of the cell.
Harry turned his head and thought about the deal he had made, he knew it could all blow up in his face but at the moment he didn't have that much to lose.