A Soulless Angel

-8-

"You're going to reveal the magic these kids have?" Harry whispered.

"More than that, we're trying to make obscurials; by releasing them, showing them all on live TV, imagine the outcry while we expose the locations of the magical world?" Sullivans's voice was full of fanatical satisfaction; the glimmer in his eyes was shared by his men, right behind him.

-8-

"Send the kids home," Harry instructed.

"Ah, we should have known you would say something like that, but without that filthy, unnatural stick of yours, you are not much of a threat, are ya?" Sullivan sneered at him. "Why should we do that?"

"Send the kids home," Harry repeated, his voice cold; the snatchers shivered when they felt the deadly note of danger in his voice, while he gritted his teeth at the good point this filthy muggle animal had just made, and he cursed Hogwarts for not making wandless magic a mandatory study. "You don't need them," he went on, "as I would have told you if you had given me the chance," he couldn't help but dig sarcastically at Sullivans' arrogance, "You want something…bigger, something more powerful than those children. Your plan is sound enough, but it's risky. You need and want something better."

Sullivan and Walker were surprised by that. "You're saying you want to join us?" Walker's voice rose in pitch in surprise. Harry gritted his teeth at her annoying tone, but he kept his tone neutral.

"Why not? You know who I am, surely you know of my recent past?" Disgust, unfeigned laced his voice. "They dropped me off on a doorstep in the middle of a cold November night. They allowed me to be abused by people like you," he spat at Sullivan, who started in shock, "filthy, ignorant creatures. When I went to school, I hoped for acceptance in a new world, only to discover I was famous for my parents' deaths. And my parents," a real sneer crossed his face, "they stupidly left themselves to be killed, letting themselves trust somebody else," he sneered deeply. "If some jumped up old man and rabid animal forced me to hide, while being hunted down, I would have cut the old man's throat, and I would have slaughtered the Dark Lord's followers before torturing the son of a bitch and dropping his corpse off in a shopping district, or torturing him in public until his brains dribbled out.

"I spent a year in a filthy prison. I only killed the Dark Wizard who had me put in there for revenge. It wasn't for them; if I'd had my full strength, I would have done more to hurt him, to his followers, and I would have made sure I did it in front of many," Harry calmed down and glowered at the two in front of him; he discounted the other muggles. "I don't care about the magical world," he said, "I don't care if it's destroyed; the Ministry of Magic in Britain reduced to rubble, people like Cornelius Fudge and Albus Dumbledore reduced to bits of gore. But I can do it better than these kids, just let them go. Let me help you, a soulless angel; I can do more for you than these children."

Out of the corner of his eye, Harry could see that some of the children were staring at him in horror, and in the case of the Veela, startled recognition. And judgement.

They believed he was betraying the magical world.

But they didn't know him as well as they might think. So many people made that mistake; they were pathetic, listening to rumours, and innuendos and reading biased books, magazines, and newspapers without having the common sense to discover things by themselves.

Even muggle-borns like Hermione Granger were the same way; he remembered only too well how she had told him when they first met on the Hogwarts Express such a long time ago now she had read about him in some of her stupid books; all he had wanted to do was tear them to shreds for their lies.

He wasn't going to join these muggles.

Oh, he might love nothing better than to destroy the magical world, but he would and could never resort to joining this bunch of muggles and this traitor of a witch. While Abigail Walker's story was tragic, it wasn't original. Once more he was dealing with a mess Albus Dumbledore had never once considered would have terrible consequences.

But he would never let her get her plans off the ground, and if Harry had to guess she would never have lived long enough to see it to the conclusion people as fanatical as the snatchers would have wanted. The snatchers hated magic, but they had needed her knowledge to make the scheme work since they didn't have access to magical children.

Right now both of them, Abigail and Sullivan, just stared at him in surprise and suspicion.

"Why would you join us?" Sullivan demanded.

"Don't trust him," Walker glowered at him, but Harry, pretending to be bored, yawned loudly and obnoxiously. She glared at him again, but he had faced down worse people with glares more dreadful than that.

"Why not?" Keep them talking, keep them talking. "We both want the same thing; the final end of the magical world. I want them dead before they can destroy any more of the world, and people who had never harmed them."

"But you destroyed the last Dark Lord-."

"So what? I did that for me, not them."

But Sullivan seemed a bit more willing to listen and speak to Harry. "What can you give us?"

Harry smirked. "I can give viewers a demonstration of magical power," he said simply, "Far more than a bunch of children whom you're trying to mutilate and transform into obscurials. A bit of a clumsy plan, isn't it?"

"What do you mean?"

"Obscurials. That's dangerous and unpredictable. What a dangerous plan, and stupid, but I wouldn't have expected anything different from you," Harry smirked into Sullivan's angry face.

The magical restraining cuffs wrapped around his wrists suddenly glowed, softly. The glow took Abigail and Sullivan and the guards, and the kids by surprise.

Walker whipped out her wand, and she tried to reapply the spell, but the cuffs exploded in a burst, showering bits of burnt and warped metal in the air, and quickly Harry flicked his hands at the guards, and there was a sickening crack as their heads were twisted into unnatural angles. Walker, not one to be undone while Sullivan shouted angrily, tried reapplying the spell more than once, but Harry batted it away several times before he conjured a bell shaped shield.

Sullivan and Walker both tried to break the shield down; Sullivan with his service gun, and Abigail with her wand.

But in the end, it was futile. The bullets were melted, and the spells were just absorbed into the shield. Harry watched their efforts with a sneer laced with amusement.

"You are wasssssting your time, Missssss Walker," Harry's voice was amplified until it bounced off the walls, and he slipped into parseltongue to put the fear of Merlin and God into this bunch of idiots.

Abigail gave up. She could see it was pointless. "What did you do?" She demanded.

"I don't underssssstand the quesssstion." Harry smirked at her, hoping the parseltongue would make her irritated.

"STOP DOING THAT!" It worked. "How did you get free?"

Harry lifted a brow at her near-hysterical tone. Clearly, she wasn't good under pressure. Maybe he could use that against her. "One, I absorbed all the power of Lord Voldemort and his followers. Some of it I used to regenerate my body after a long stint in prison. Two. I used all of that power to break the cuffs as they were not keyed to a stronger magical power. Although truthfully, they were badly badly applied to begin with. And three, now I'm positive you've already guessed this, I was never going to join you, and it had nothing to do with the lives of children. No, I would never join you because I knew I couldn't trust you, and you're too stupid to really be a threat."

While he'd been talking, the wand the snatchers had taken from him returned to his hand. Without missing a beat, Harry freed the children and engaged Abigail Walker in a vicious duel. The witch, totally taken by surprise, struggled to keep up.

And she quickly discovered she was losing.

Sullivan tried to interfere, and he raised his gun and fired it, but Harry, who had been keeping watch on the muggle soldier the entire time, summoned Sullivan to him, and he levitated him up and used him as a human shield.

The soldier screamed as the more extreme curses Abigail Walker knew hit him in the body before she realised what she was doing, and she stopped. Sullivan panted, his body burnt by spell fire.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Harry's killing curse hit the soldier in the back. He went limp, dead.

Harry callously dropped the corpse and sneered at Abigail.

For the first time, Abigail Walker realised how much of a mistake she had made working with Sullivan to kidnap Harry Potter. For a moment, she was truly tempted to drop her wand and surrender to him.

But she never had the chance.

Whether it was because Harry was in a bloodthirsty mood, or because he was bored, or because he truly wanted to kill her because he thought she was a threat to magical society - no, that wasn't it. He didn't care about the magical world, it seemed; no, he was likely doing it because of how they had kidnapped him; either way, he lashed out at her.

Suddenly she was back on the offensive. And she was quickly losing; Abigail had never been a good duellist, and she was struggling to keep up with someone who was not only much younger but infinitely more powerful and skilled. Abigail was good at transfiguration and charms, and she tried desperately to use that knowledge to help her even the odds, but it didn't work. Harry was even better.

Abigail Walker was trying desperately to keep Potter from killing her, she soon quickly gave up hope of him tiring, but with a twist of his wand, he would transfigure their surroundings into melee weapons; a cable was transfigured into a snake, and nearly scared her to death, and a patch of ground became quicksand.

In the end, Harry became bored of the battle, and he battered her down, and her wand was destroyed and she was slammed into a wall. As she slowly slid down to the ground, Harry loomed over her. Abigail Walker stared up into his ice-cold emerald eyes, and she shivered with fear. She was going to die.

"Say something nice," Harry's hardened eyes glared into her own.

Abigail was too out of it to hear him, and he repeated the question three times before he huffed in aggravation. Abigail could barely hear him speak that dreaded incantation, but the bright rushing flash of green was seen.

In her last moments, Abigail took comfort in the thought she would meet her family…

-8-

Harry stared down at the cooling corpse of Abigail Walker dispassionately. He had had enough; no matter what happened, or what he did, everything just…spiralled out of control like this. He would be forced to take out his wand and begin cursing, and after everything had happened with his family, he knew it was too late to forgive them.

He-he'd had enough.

When he heard whimpering, Harry turned and saw the children. They were keeping away from him, staring at him in fear, uncertain if he was going to help them. When more snatchers burst into the room, Harry summoned their weapons before they had a chance to even level them, and he summoned their hearts. The children screamed in horror as the organs of the snatchers were torn out of their chests, and their bodies had barely cooled down before he lifted his wand again, and he summoned the hearts and lungs of the other snatchers in the place they were locked in, and he waved his wand and incinerated the bloodied organs flying towards him.

Ignoring the children, Harry looked around the room, for anything he could use. Finally, he found it; a large torch. Harry picked it up, tore the battery out and chucked it away. Jabbing it with his wand, Harry concentrated on the Potter property, and said, "Portus."

Levitating the portkey out to them, Harry turned to the children.

-8-

Miranda Potter was sitting uncomfortably in the lounge of the Potter Manor. Harry had vanished and with him any kind of relationship they might have had because everyone had judged him, and then he had just….vanished.

To her surprise, a group of frightened children portkeyed into the house, bypassing the wards to her shock. As she waved her wand and sent her patronus after Isaac and Jasper, she desperately summoned the House Elves to come and help her. The children were terribly malnourished, and they were scared of her. It took a lot of her effort to make them calm down, calling upon all her motherly experience before the children accepted her.

When they did, one of the children showed the long torch they had used as a portkey. It was empty, and inside, rolled up was a piece of paper.

Curious, she unrolled it and read it.

Dear Aunt Miranda,

I've had enough of life.

Hardly the best start of a letter, I know, but I couldn't find it in myself to write anything else. I came to America because I was hoping for love, affection. What a joke. I've got the message. I was never wanted. I didn't care, really. I was just glad that I had cleared the air. The snatchers who kidnapped these kids are dead; just give the portkey to the Aurors to examine it and give the MACUSA a chance to clean up the mess.

And when I say 'mess,' I mean mess; I didn't hesitate to tear the Snatchers apart. You'll find the remains of the snatchers, and the traitor witch, Abigail Walker who lost everything to Lord Voldemort.

Oh, don't have any sympathy for them - I know I didn't; they were planning on transforming children into obscurials on live television, revealing the magical world to millions of muggles.

I said in the beginning of my letter that I've had enough of life, and I have. For years, I said to myself survival is a choice - you either fight to survive, or you deserve to die, but let me tell you, I'm tired of fighting, wandering from one battle to the next. Maybe in the next life, if there is such a thing, I'll have peace. By the time you read this letter, the aurors will just find a corpse belonging to Harry Potter.

So long.

Harry Potter.

-8-

When the MACUSA rushed to the Snatcher's base - many of them were itching for the chance to hopefully eradicate the Snatchers once and for all as they had been blood enemies for centuries - they were not surprised to find the snatchers torn to pieces. But seeing it was something else. There was quite a mix of people here at the base, and there were more than a few aurors who vomited at the sight of the torn up bodies, but they felt little sympathy.

The bodies were going to be checked. The blood would be removed, processed in the hopes of finding other snatcher families, and then the MACUSA would wipe them out, once and for all. After what the letter Potter had sent to his aunt had relayed, the MACUSA were now even more determined to exterminate the snatcher's forever.

At the same time, many cursed Potter for killing them; if they could have questioned them, the MACUSA would have learnt more about the organisation the Snatchers had, and finally taken the steps needed to wipe them out.

Still, there was a lot of information present; it would just take a while for the aurors and the investigation teams to really make a dent. As they explored the snatcher's base, they discovered bits and pieces of magical paraphernalia; spellbooks, potion guides, a broomstick, potion cauldrons, a broken up sneakoscope, vials of blood which would be taken for analysis and tracking to make sure other samples were not in other parts of the country.

The aurors were horrified so much of their knowledge and magical technology had ended up in a place like this, and all of it was removed, taken back to their HQ to process.

And then they found Harry's body. The auror who found him turned away with a horrified grimace.

Harry Potter's corpse had a smile on his cold face.