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Harry knew shouldn’t, but a nagging force caused him to begin walking rather fast towards the house. As much as he tried to hide it, he knew he looked very worried.
“I said, whats that?” Dudley repeated
“Nothing, Nothing” Harry replied
“Well, does it have anything to do with YOUR kind?” Dudley said
“Course not” Harry Lied
They had reached the house now. Harry could smell chemicals in the air, probably because Aunt Petunia was always cleaning he told himself, but he knew it was a lie. The house was in ruins. Partially, it had collapsed over the kitchen, and harry knew that most of the upstairs was gone, he could tell that from the outside. Harry heard hooting distinctly in the distance, and Hedwig, his owl, came darting towards him. Harry pulled a pen from the now ruined desk in the kitchen, and quickly wrote out a note:
The Dursley’s house has just been destroyed. I don’t who or what did it, but im talking Dudley with me where ever I go, he’s in shock. We’ll be over at Mrs. Figg’s house untill this is sorted out.
Harry looked the letter over and nodded. Short, Sweet, and to the point.
“Hedwig, take this letter to Professor McGonagall” Harry said, tying the letter to her outstretched foot. He knew she had a slim chance of finding her, but he didn’t know who else to turn to. He certainly didn’t want to put the Weasleys in any danger, and any letter to an order member could be tracked nowadays. Although McGonagall WAS and order member, Harry thought she had less of a chance of being attacked if the letter was followed. Feeling a bit safer now that an order member knew about him, he moved into the full light of the kitchen for the first time. He sighed with relief when he saw nothing out of the ordinary, besides the caved-in roof. Dudley was now on the verge of tears, and Decided to sit while harry searched the house. “What a man” thought Harry.
As he moved into the living room, something caught his eye. The couch, usually clean and in place, was certainly not now. It had been blasted to pieces, along with the television, the bookcase, and half the wall. And lying under the rubble of the wall was….
“Uncle Vernon” Harry whispered.
Using his magic, Harry managed to clear away most of the wall, but the damage was already done. Harry let Vernon rest his head on his knees, while harry was struggling to hold back his tears. Why was he going to pieces? This man had made his life hell once, but Harry felt a stab of pain to know that the last thing he had said to his uncle was that he could use some exercise…
“H….Harry” Uncle Vernon managed to say.
“Yeah?”
Vernon was breathing a bit faster when he said, “Run, she’s here.”
‘Who’s here?” Asked Harry.
“Herrrrrrrrr”
“Who?” Harry asked a bit more urgently.
“HERRRRR”
“WHO”
Harry got up in anger, so fast that his uncle’s head fell with a satisfying ‘clunk’. He began to walk away and was safely hidden in the shadows before saying one last time, “Who attacked you?”
Uncle Vernon Struggled to kneel, but Before he could reply, Harry heard a woman’s voice say quite plainly, “Avada Kedarva!” Harry was momentarily blinded by and brilliant green light, and he heard a low thunk. When Harry could see again, he saw his uncles dead eyes staring up at him. Uncle Vernon, was dead.
‘Harry?’
Harry looked up and saw the woman he hated most (Besides Umbridge), Sirius’s cousin, Beatrix Lestrange. For the second time that day, Harry felt hatred flood through him as never before.
“You” was all Harry could say, for he was so angry that he was lost for words.
“Me” She replied.
“Why did you kill them?”
“What do you mean ‘Them’?”
“MY AUNT AND UNCLE!”
“Your Aunt, I don’t know about, but your Uncle, yes I did do that. First I tortured him, then I blasted him through the wall. Would you like me to go into details?” She grinned
‘Y..You didn’t kill my aunt?”
“No”
“I’m Going to kill you” Harry said suddenly
“Oh, for what Potty?”
“YOU KILLED SIRIUS!!!”
“So you don’t care that I just killed your Uncle right before you eyes, but you give a damn that I would kill my cousin?””
“Yes, I do” Harry was shaking with anger
“Ah, well, enough talk, come quietly Potter. I’m talking you to see Lord Voldemort. We will pick this up later”
“No, we are going to end this right now” harry yelled
Beatrix sighed, “I will not deny that it is taking all of my self control to not kill you now, but I have my orders”
Harry gave her the dirtiest look he could manage, and whipped out his wand again. Beatrix stopped smiling, and pulled out her own. Harry noticed that while his wand was too skinny, that Beatrix’s almost seemed too fat.
“Potter, seeing as you will not come willingly, I will force you to come”
“You will try” eek!
Beatrix jumped to the side, while yelling “Imperio!”
Harry, who had been expecting this, ducked, but felt the hair on his head ripple. He himself yelled “Incendio!”, and her Beatrix’s hair was suddenly covered in flames. She, with the look of an angry elephant, calmly put it out with a yell of “Aguamenti”.
“You know, I was under the impression that Death Eaters were supposed to be SCARY” He yelled as he dodged another spell
“Are you mocking me Potter?” said Beatrix as she, in turn, ducked from a curse.
“Yes” Beatrix dodged yet another curse, but Harry knew they were just only beginning. Dudley who was scared to the verge of tears, watched in horror as his cousin fought his dad’s murderer.
The entire Room was now entirely destroyed. The once spotless carpet was now somewhere between the shades of brown and black. The windows were only a memory, and the dining table was nowhere to be seen.
“You know, Sirius wasn’t much compared to you” Beatrix panted. She was starting to get tired, but she didn’t dare leave without harry.
‘What’s that supposed to mean”
“That he was a terrible wizard!”
Harry swore at her, before screaming, “Crucio!”. The spell hit her full on in the chest and she began to writhe in pain. Harry thought of the worst things he possible could now, it seemed the worst the thought, the more pain he induced. He stopped suddenly, and looked at the mess that was now Beatrix Lestrange. She was still screaming.
“SHUT UP!” Harry roared
“Harry, Voldemort could use wizards like you” Beatrix said slowly, as thought she was on her deathbed.
“I WILL NOT JOIN THE MAN THAT KILLED MY PARENTS”
“Harry, think this over carefully…”
“NO!”
“If you are not with him, then you are his enemy” Beatrix said. eek!
“I am already his enemy.”
“Yes, you a…”
But harry cut her off and with a new surge of power, yelled “Expelliarmus!” Beatrix’s wand went flying out of her hand and she knelt down, ready to beg for mercy from the boy. Harry walked up to her, and before kicking her, said plainly “ I HATE YOU”. Beatrix, with tears running down her face, fell to the floor. Harry pointed his wand at her and said, “Avada Kedarva”. With a flash of green light, the woman known as Beatrix Lestrange was no more.
Dudley let out a low scream. Harry had just realized that Dudley was there. “Dad” Dudley whispered As he walked towards Vernon’s corpse. Harry knew there must be more Death Eaters Around, and Dudley could only be a hindrance where he was going.
Forgeting what he had said in his letter, he said, “Dudley, Go to Mrs. Figg’s house, She will help you”
Dudley didn’t say anything, so Harry merely turned to leave when he saw a piece of wood sticking out of the couch. Harry walked over to it and saw that under closer investigation, it was Beatrix’s wand. Harry grabbed it, but immediately felt a burning, and dropped it on the floor. Swearing in pain, He looked down to see that a dark line stained his hand. He remembered Dumbledore’s hand, and realized suddenly that this must be a hurucrux.
With a final look at the wand, he steped on it and heard a dull crack. A silvery mist escaped the wand and it formed a lifelike head, Voldemort’s head. Grinning, Harry said a hurried bye to Dudley, who was still in shock, and ran up to his room, and gathered all of his stuff together. He had to move carefully, because most of the room was gone. He bewitched his trunk to make it small, and put it in his pocket. He then only thought of three words: Destination, Determination, and Deliberation. His surrounding quickly went from grim to laid back. He was now looking up at a large house. Quickly, he walked up to the front door and knocked three times.