Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge

In the high mountains of Scotland in a castle, a man, an old man looks at the horizon while the breeze hits his face but that's not the only thing that hits him.Guilt, remorse, and a sense of failure hit him as hard as Muhammad Ali when he boxed.

He could still see the pale face of Ron Weasley's corpse when he closed his eyes, he remembers feeling a déjà vu when Harry and Cedric with Ron's corpse lying down was an image he hadn't thought of or returned to his memory in a long time.

The death of his sister Ariadna from him.

Seeing the tears that flowed so freely from Harry's eyes and Cedric's lost look reminded him of when he and his brother Aberforth had been in that same place.

The two situations had a common denominator.

Both deaths were his fault.

In his mind, a part of him told him that it wasn't his fault that his deaths were someone else's fault, that he wasn't the one who killed them.

But another told him that ignoring them caused his death, if he had been more present with his sister he would not have had that level of instability in his magic while if he had not ignored Ron's warnings he would not have made the fatal decision.

He knew he couldn't escape those thoughts, because when you're so guilty you can't help but think of all your failures like you think of the battles you've won but for Albus Dumbledore those victories.

They were worth nothing.

Fighting so much and gaining so little, he felt no satisfaction in defeating Gellert nor did he bring back his sister or Credence (who died helping him stop Grindelwald), he was sure that defeating Voldemort would bring no one back from the grave.

He moved towards a secret room, a room where he did his penances since he had been promoted to headmaster of the school.

The room was empty, it was only completely white and there was no furniture or windows, it was illuminated by a single torch that was in front of a stone wall, the orange color almost yellow and almost red shone and reflected against the stone wall.

I look at the wall, he closed his eyes, silent tears fell down his cheek, he opened his eyes and looked at the wall.

There were names carved into it, names of people who had died for some reason related to him, but six names that stood out were carved so deeply that it seemed the light from the torch washed over him as the feeling of failure washed over him.

Ariana Dumbledore
Credence Barebone 
Myrtle Warren
James Potter
Lily Potter
Ronald Weasley

That would certainly bring the last Potter back on track, to a marriage with the young Weasley, him holding political power in the Potter family and Harry trusting him as his eldest.

The pulse of guilt and recrimination returned but he forced himself to think that it was all…

For the greater good.

After a quick trip to Black Manor leaving a disappointed Kreacher that he would not be able to attend to his mistress Amelia or Daphne, they were now a few blocks from Crawley.

Truly crossing those streets again was like going back to your first home for Harry because that was the feeling, living, even for a few months, gave him a feeling of belonging that he had never experienced, almost comparable to stepping on Potter Manor for the first time.

Having reached the area near the Granger's house, Harry managed to catch a glimpse of a motorcycle and a man dressed in a brown jacket, dress boots and gray jeans, had a black helmet.

A few meters further on he saw a gray Ford Torino 1970 parked on the street in front of the Grangers, two men on top.

Parking at the garage door, they got out of the truck.

Downstairs he noticed that both the man on the motorcycle and those who were parked in front got off their respective seats, he became alert and put Daphne behind him protectively, he looked at Dan who had a smile on his face, Emma was calm and Hermione I notice her visibly excited which confused him.

When the three men were in front of them, I noticed that two were the same height, 1.85 tall, while the third was only 5cm less, measuring 1.80 tall, they were quite tall and it was noticeable that all of them were in excellent physical condition.

One of them came over and hugged Dan.

—I missed you Dan, how have you been old friend— greeted the one who measures 1.80.

—I'm fine Slade, I've missed you too—letting go of the hug—it's good to see you Mike, Oli.

—Same here, mate—said the one he assumed was Michael.

—It's good to see you, Dan—I greeted, shaking hands with what I assumed was Oliver.

—Yes—Dan said, then looked at Hermione—daughter, come say hello to your aunt and uncle.

—Don't fuck that's little Hermione—Michael said impressed.

—Oh god, I thought these years would make you mature a bit— Emma said.

That comment made Michael burst out laughing.

—Oh dear Emma, I certainly don't miss you much— he said, greeting the older woman.

—Hello Uncle Mike— Hermione said hugging him.

—Look at you, how much you've grown, you're such a cutie—Michael pointed out.

That comment made Hermione blush.

—Thanks man— she thanked.

—You must be Harry—Oliver greeted him, extending his hand—nice to meet you, I'm Oliver Salvatore."

He took the hand feeling strength as they shook hands and Harry tried to match it without success.

—A pleasure Oliver, my name is Harry Potter —he introduced himself — the girl behind me is me…

—I'm Daphne Greengrass—she stepped forward, then looked at him—I think I can present myself pretty well on my own, honey.

—You've got guts, blonde— Slade pointed out—Slade Rogers— he introduced himself—the moron over there is Michael Manchini.

—Hey— Michael said offended.

—You know you are, but let's go inside anyway. I don't think you want every muggle on the block to find out that there are 2 witches and 1 wizard here— Slade suggested.

—You have a point Slade—Dan seconded.

They entered the house, settled in the living room.

Soon Dan and Emma left them alone to talk quietly while they made lunch.

—Then tell me, why you? —Slade began—A bunch of high school kids want to fight a war.

—Because we must, it's our duty— Harry said.

—So for the country? eh, well I estimate that with that thought you will die in less than the blink of an eye— Slade assured.

—Slade, don't be so abrupt— Oliver intervened—look whatever their motives are, they have to be sure of this decision, a war is not fun at all."

—I understand and I'm sure of this decision— I look at Hermione and Daphne —because if we don't fight we will die just like…

Michael who had been actively listening to the conversation, when he heard Harry's last words he saw a glint in Harry's eyes that didn't go unnoticed.

—Who did they kill to make you want to fight? —Michael asked—I know the story of your parents, my girlfriend told me, but that is not enough, that desire that you have in your eyes is not what a son has because he wants to avenge his parents.

—What I wish? —Harry asked.

—Revenge —Michael said— you have a desire for revenge for a loved one, they killed him right and you saw him and you couldn't do anything to save him.

—Ron—Hermione said, knowing Harry wouldn't be able to speak, "he was Harry's best friend and a good friend of mine, he was killed in an ambush set up by the man who betrayed Harry's parents who also killed Ron.

—That's not all in some twisted way Lord Voldemort came back and wants to start a new war—Daphne said.

—Okay, I understand then what you guys want to do because that's what you are is marching to war and having to knock him out to lock up those who follow Voldemort, I must say that's not a way to fight a war that way let them kill you when they get the chance—Slade said in a tone reminiscent of Mad-Eye Moody.

—We're not going to fight the war like that, we're not stupid, they want to kill us, we'll kill them—Harry said.

—Easy to say kid— Slade began—but what if you have an unarmed Death Eater in front of you? he continued.
Slade was challenging Harry, he wanted to study his reaction —begging for mercy, you with the weapon in your hand because that's a wand, a weapon, you have your weapon and you point it, he continues begging for mercy, what will you do? Will you let that shit run away, run away? Or do you want him to lock him up?

He kept looking at him waiting for Harry to speak—Do you know what will happen to that trash if you knock him out or let him get away? Both ways are the same shit, you are giving him another chance to kill, rape and destroy the life of another person now I ask again if you have an unarmed Death Eater in front of you what will you do?

—I'll kill him, I don't care about his pleading, I'll kill all the Death Eaters I meet— Harry stated seriously.

Then Slade looked at Oliver who nodded and then at Michael who repeated the movement.

—Then you and your friends will have to prepare for hell because that's war—Slade said—we'll train you, I warn you, I'll want your full potential, we'll turn you into relentless soldiers, but you have to remember that you're a unit, they work well collectively or they can die.

—There will be no half measures, the training will not only be physical and combat, we will teach them tactics with which they will be able to drive their enemies crazy, to survive in places that you cannot even think or imagine —said Slade— they will have to learn to swallow what they feel and bury it in the ground

—Because? — Harry asked.

—Because in an instant in war for a soldier it is the difference between life and death, in an instant everything happens at once, your emotions in a fight or battle are at the limit, you are afraid, you feel that your heart is beating so hard that You feel that it will come out of your chest, you see your comrades falling like flies, you see other wounded and the need to help them is very great, but you have a mission to fulfill—Oliver explained—the line between completing the mission and letting someone die. comrade is very thin.

—In these situations guys, your emotions should not dominate you because they could kill you or worse kill your partner—continued Michael, looking at his brothers in arms— and believe us, you won't come back from that, it's a scar that will always be in memory.

—That's why you have to know two very simple things—raising two of your hands—number 1 never ever put the mission before even comrade the mission is dangerous and if at any time the situation gets complicated you never want to follow it because you could do someone die—under one finger—number 2 choose wisely their battles and when they do, when they go into action do not hesitate because doubting would kill them.

—I feel like I'm going to hate a part of me when this is over—Hermione muttered under her breath.

—You won't hate yourself but you can't say you're a good person, you wouldn't say you're a bad person either, just one who made the right decisions in her heart—Oliver offered comfort.

—Well, I guess after all this talk something to eat wouldn't be bad, I just hope Emma saves us from whatever she's cooking up your old man—Michael cut in.

After that talk, lunch was a rather calm situation than expected.

Harry realized that if he survived the war he wanted to be someone like Slade, Oliver or Michael.

Slade could seem severe, even somewhat frightening, but other than that he was a quite friendly person when he relaxed, he was serious and quite direct when speaking, he did not like manipulations or lies of any kind, that was one reason why he withdrew. of the marine service.

Oliver was calmer and more serene, he had an obvious look of seriousness, it was when he wanted he could be funny and even though he tried to stay serious on many occasions with some good jokes or sarcastic comments from Emma they managed to make him smile.

Michael was definitively the least serious of the three, being the most given to jokes or nonsense jokes, a rather curious fact was that he passionately hated the sleeping pills that some of his companions consumed on trips to sleep when he served with the marines because they once drugged him with 2 of those sideburns and he ended up with an adult diaper and a pacifier in his mouth asleep in front of a police station with a cardboard sign taped to the ceiling saying.

"Child with slight mental retardation please adopt me"

That made Harry, Emma, Slade laugh while Oliver, Hermione, Dan and Daphne shook their heads in amusement.

Now they came to a matter that they had to touch on.

—How long have you been out of the castle? —Oliver asked.

—We have until September 1st when the school year starts and then we have our weekends in Hogsmeade then they let us come back here for Christmas until January 2nd of next year and then Easter week until we come back at the end of June— I recite Hermione as if it were a book.

Michael and Oliver smiled as they saw the shadows of pain in her unofficial niece's eyes they correctly assumed that Ronald Weasley was more than a “good friend” to her, he wasn't her best friend because almost categorically that title.

Then they assumed again that she was in love with her or liked the deceased redhead, it hurt them to see those shadows in her eyes, they were older when they received those looks, even if only a little.

The greatest sin in all wars was sending young people to do the work of adults.

—Well, being free, it gives us 2 months to turn them into half-soldiers and the weekends could be useful, but the training hours will have to increase so that they don't lose their condition, unless in these years they have discovered a room or something like that so that they can be given to us. watch training— Michael said.

That made the three of them think it was almost stupid to mention the third floor hallway where Dumbledore had hidden the Philosopher's Stone because after that year the door and that entire section had been sealed.

That left two options, the room of requirements or the chamber of secrets, the room on the one hand had a fairly large capacity to operate because just by wishing it the room would provide them, but there was a problem.

It was easy to find if they were followed.

They were stealthy although the twins did not fit that definition very well but they could be, the problem is that more than likely there would be too many eyes looking at them in the corridors, both enemies and allies and they could not simply burn every portrait they found so they could only resort to the camera.

It was big spacious and for what it was worth they could outfit it with transmogrifications of the items they needed along with buying exercise items like weights or similar equipment, but best of all, no one could discover them there because only Harry had access to the chamber.

They looked at each other and then they nodded in silent agreement.

—We do have a place to train at— Harry assured.

—Okay, then tomorrow we'll meet up with your friends to start training— Slade said.

—Understood—Harry agreed—if you'll excuse me, I have things to attend to, something related to fabrics and permits in Argentina to sell fabrics there.

—Understood, remember at 7000 hours the training begins— Oliver reminded him.

—With Hermione as my best friend for years, I don't doubt that I won't be able to wake up early—Harry said, earning a blow from the aforementioned.

—Very funny— Hermione said dripping with sarcasm.

—See you, it was a pleasure—they said goodbye.

The three said their goodbyes after the Grangers gave Hermione permission to spend the night at Potter Manor, they went out into the courtyard, waited until no one was watching, and Harry pulled out a handkerchief.

—Land of Wolves— he murmured and felt a familiar tug.

When they were finally in the mansion courtyard, both Harry and Daphne felt the need to run and stretch their legs.

Transforming into their direwolves form they began to roam the grounds while a Hermione on a mission headed inside the mansion her mission was very simple.

Read everything she found.

On the other hand, after running around a bit, the future Potter-Greengrass couple entered the mansion while Daphne went to accompany Hermione and have a sparring session with her in mourning.

Harry went to the office of the head of the family, when he entered he saw that it was a large room with large windows behind the desk that overlooked the mansion grounds, everything was immaculately arranged, he went to the chair and sat down on the small one stack of papers he had and began to read them.

They were mostly trivial things or paperwork such as account statements or reports on the states of the economy from around the globe, both magical and muggle, he learned from Matthias to be smart in business and to know how to manage himself well as well as to know how to invest well. his fortune.

After finishing that batch, he found an envelope that had the Hogwarts seal on it, he opened it and took out a letter.

Harry…

I know we haven't talked much given the circumstances and Ronald's tragic passing, I'd like to meet with you to talk.

Know how you are my boy, because you are very important to me.

I don't want the mist and shadows of pain to cloud your judgment.

Albus Dumbledore

When he finished reading the letter, his hand was trembling with fury.

Harry's mind was screaming remembering what Ron's letters said about not trusting and how the old professor let his best friend commit suicide (because in Harry's mind he saw Ron's death as a suicide on his part and a homicide). at the hands of Wormtail and Voldemort), he definitely didn't trust the old professor but he couldn't deny that if he denied him that meeting he would look suspicious.

He took parchment and quill and began to write.

Director.

I hope you are well, for my part I am going through this the best I can, thanks to mother magic I have MY FAMILY with me.

In the same way I wish to meet with you, that you think we meet at 16:30 in the cafeteria near kings cross station and I advise you to wear more Muggle attire.

Harry Potter

He felt his hand tremble with fury, but he took a few breaths and calmed down, lowering his head, he took his hands to his forehead to rub it in a futile attempt to calm the headache he felt, he got up and went to a table with a bottle of alcohol.

He had a reflection of the night before, he understood that if he drank he had to do it consciously not to forget his problems or to make up for them, it could not self-destruct him and that was not in Harry's plans.

He poured himself half a glass of whiskey and drank a little. The sting of the drink felt all over his throat, but it was a type of sting that couldn't be compared to the cruciatus.

Taking that memory out of his mind as quickly as he could, it was not appropriate to think about the past, that had already been done and that no longer interested him.

He thought of their wedding that made him smile. He couldn't wait to see his Daphne walk down the aisle in her beautiful white dress and him waiting for her to finally be husband and wife, his wife.

He remembered that he had to tell his friends to start taking multiple scrolls together with the same amount of feathers, he took out his wand, with one movement they began to write simultaneously.

sons

Meeting at 7:00 in the land of wolves.

mr mayhem

  When he signed that name he liked it it felt appropriate if he had to wear a mask before the public because he didn't wear it before his enemies to give them a face to fear at night when he went hunting.

It would be a symbol that when night fell the Death Eaters would have to think twice if they wanted to go out to torture or kill an innocent because they would know that the reaper's envoy would go after them with great fury and tremendous revenge.

They will remember that they must fear the grim reaper.

He took the cards, he went to the aviary, there was a fairly large number of owls which he would put to good use, when he arrived with a movement of his wand he tied the cards to the different owls.

He gave directions to each of the owls until finally his beloved snowy owl Hedwig tied the letter for her.

—Do you want to go on a little trip, sweetheart? —I ask to which the owl hooted in affirmation- well, go to Hogwarts to the principal's office, hand it over and come back, don't risk it little one, okay? — He ordered and Hedwig climbed on her shoulder and bit her ear in affirmation—Well, have a good trip, little one.

He went back inside the mansion when he heard a scream with wand in hand he ran out as if the devil was chasing him, he ran through the corridors stumbling once or twice falling to the ground, but getting up to keep running.

He ran so fast that he did not realize that he had already arrived where the scream came from, he entered the room, it seemed like a library even smaller than the one that the great library that the mansion housed saw his girlfriend and her sister by choice looking at a door metal.

—Something happened? Is anyone hurt? — I ask with heavy breathing.

—Not except for the bruises from the stunners but other than that fine— Daphne reassured him.

—Good, good—she repeated, taking a breath—now in the name of all the saints, why did they scream?"

—I think it was due to my dear grandson— she said a voice behind him.

Hearing her let out a not very masculine yell, he turned around and the portrait of a man who seemed to be entering must have been 80 years old, but he looked 50 or 60 years old, when he studied it he knew instantly it was his grandfather.

—Grandpa— Harry greeted, excited to meet more of his family.

—Grandson, you've grown well—he affirmed with a smile—Who are these charming ladies who are accompanying you?

—This— indicating Daphne, "is my girlfriend and fiancée Daphne Greengrass.

—Matthew's granddaughter? —Charlus asked to which Daphne nodded—my father's wish Henry your great-grandfather Harry and Cyrus yours Daphne finally came true.

—Yes, and I'm more than happy with my choice—Harry assured.

—I see, I must say that you Mrs. Granger and Mrs. Greengrass are very well trained witches for your age, they would be worthy of fear for any seventh year—compliment Charlus—a doubt arises in me and I don't want to be labeled a nosy otherwise it would be the mockery of your father and my dear Dorea, but why were they training tirelessly?

—Well, it's a story that begins at the end of our third year.

They began to tell Charlus the whole story, the old wizard ranting about Dumbledore's "mania" for hiding things or his inaction upon hearing the tale of Ron Weasley's fatal decision, as well as Crouch's infiltration of Hogwarts. Jr.

As Harry faces the Triwizard Tournament surviving based on hard work and effort together with the support of his group of friends, the happiest moments of the year until last week, he told him how the third task was where he saw his father die. best friend.

Also how after the events in the graveyard he almost killed Crouch Jr and how Dumbledore wanted to send him back to the Dursleys.

—I'm sorry for the loss of him—said Charlus—I understand from the way they talked about this young man that he was a good person.

—He was my best friend, what I wish was a brother—Harry said sadly.

—I understand, from what they have told me they plan to fight this war—I mention—in normal circumstances and if I were with you I would have told you to take the ones you love and I would get you out of this shitty island, but it would not solve anything, I spent my life together to my close ones trying to help as much as I could, but it seems that, even though he is dead, things remain the same.

He fell for a moment, sighed, and started again—I hope you can forgive me, Harry, this situation is the result of a toxic and withering cycle that's bad because of me and those who preceded me, we didn't do enough; It's sad that you being so young are talking about killing when you should be enjoying your summer, it makes me feel like my life was a failure, take care of yourself grandson please don't let that hate consume you because in the end it destroys us all.

—I will, Grandpa—Harry stated, then looked at the metal door—Where does that door lead to?"

—That door was created for when the family will get involved in a warlike conflict like the one you, your father and your friends used to spend hours training there—explained Charlus—the way to open it is simple, put your lord's ring on it. the center of the door and say the words “pro ventis belli”.

Harry walked over to the door, standing in front of it, resting the ring in the center.

—Pro ventis belli

The door split into two halves from Harry's torso, one part going up and the other going down.

—Now there is a hole, touch it with the tip of the ring, that will activate all the functions of the room when you do, I'll move to one of the portraits there to explain how it works—he explained again.

—Understood.

With a silent lumos, he turned on the tip of his wand, it lit up, then he searched for said hole when he found it, he pressed the ring, then lights began to light up, illuminating the path.

—They come?  —I ask the girls.

They nodded, they began to walk down a fairly long corridor, the walls were painted in an almost metallic greyish tone, it sometimes shone from the light that came from the lamps.

They came across another door but this one opened for them.

Upon entering they found a room almost as big as the chamber of secrets, it was painted white, in one part he saw a shelf full of weapons of long and short distance combat, he saw a door, a space dedicated to dueling, it seemed like a room dedicated to physical exercise where there would be practically everything you would find in a gym, another part that seemed dedicated to shooting.

I am amazed by the room, it was perfect for training, adapting the two worlds perfectly.

Everyone began to explore the room, Hermione went to check the machines, Daphne, being an archer, went like a honey bee to the arch that seemed to be waiting for her on the shelf, Harry for his part moved towards the gallery shot.

He took out his wand, there were 7 targets in front of him, he fired 3 bombards at 3 targets and then 4 confringos at the others.

He hit all 7 targets but realized that between one curse and another it took him longer to say them than to cast them, he needed to learn to cast them non-verbally, that would be useful apart from not giving away which spell he was using.

He saw the targets burst to pieces or break apart, then reassemble soon after the spells hit.

—This room is wonderful, isn't it, grandson? —He said from the portrait of him Charlus.

—Definitely— Harry stated happily—the door that's where it leads.

—Take a chamber for a simulated combat with magical holograms that will attack you to simulate circumstances of your choice, it is very effective to study your reaction to different types of situations but remember one thing is here another is real life remember not to doubt in any of the two—advised his grandfather.

—I'll remember— he replied.

He saw her fiancée approaching her with a bow of hers. She had a smile that made her look like a little girl with a new toy.

—This bow is perfect, it's very strong and flexibility is from another world, it feels very comfortable to the touch—he began to describe or rather praise the bow in question—best of all, I won't need my quiver because look at this.

Then she aimed at a target then she noticed how a fiery orange arrow like the one from the explosive curse appeared when she released it the arrow flew towards the target and exploded.

—Wow, how is that possible? —Harry asked surprised.

—Your grandfather explained to me that if I think of a spell or curse when aiming with the bow, it will materialize in said spell in question in an arrow and when it hits the target it will receive the impact of it as if I were using my wand— Daphne explained— I will consider it my wedding gift from your family, thank you very much.

He limited himself to kissing his forehead.

Through another of hers came Hermione with gloves that extended to completely cover her forearm quite peculiar to her placed on her hands.

—If I didn't have a pretty serious fear of heights, I'd gladly use this for mountaineering— he assured.

—What that thing?

—This is why your grandfather told me in ancient times, one of your ancestors spent a lot of time in Italy, there he met Leonardo Da Vinci who secretly created weapons for an organization called the assassins' creed, an organization that in his time managed to destabilize monarchs. cruel and eliminate those who threaten freedom and individual growth—Hermione explained quite eloquently—Da Vinci was a very important ally in the fourteenth century,

—Interesting family history— Harry mentioned—who does that in your arms.

—Well, look at this— he said with a confident smile.

She pointed her right arm then she saw what looked like a spike that shot towards the target digging immediately, then Hermione took the rope and forcefully pulled and attracted the target.

—Impressive—Harry said in amazement.

—Yes, he said that Da Vinci believed it, he called them hidden leaves—he explained—the creed spread and came to England where it was known as the brotherhood, currently it is unknown if the murderers are still around, but some members of your family were closely linked, some were member, so you have enough pairs for everyone.

—It's excellent but what else does it do? —Daphne asked—I say it's fine but we have to have more it can do."

—Well, let's say that if they disarm us—while he clenched his fist—we won't have to worry about us—then he moved his arm and the blade of a silver blade came out—because they will never be able to touch a hair of me because I would cut his balls off myself.

—Sick, I love it— Harry smiled—this is great Mione."

—Really great—Daphne agreed—this next to my good bow— Proceeding to give Hermione a side hug—I think a dynamic duo was born today."

—Hermione, please don't steal my girlfriend—Harry said.

—Oh maybe I will after all she's very pretty—he said before letting out a laugh.

They laughed at the insinuations, it was typical jokes that they used to make among themselves in his group of friends.

But that reminded him of a game of spin the bottle last summer and as he saw his girlfriend and her sister share a kiss which made him blush very much, he felt a boner build up so he did the right thing Harry would do.

He applied a Remus Lupin and ran off in search of an icy shower.

He spent the afternoon training shortly after the freezing shower, they trained in the room they called “Pantheon of the grim reapers” where he found and began to become familiar with his family sword.

It turns out that it was a bastard sword that he could easily wield with two or one hand without problems, its handle was black and it had a pommel with the figure of a white wolf with red eyes, the blade was long but not so long as to reach be a greatsword He felt it was lighter and easier to handle than the Gryffindor sword.

Shortly after training they decided to enjoy the day by jumping into the pool to swim or enjoy the heat, where once again Harry suffered from Hermione's taunts when Harry himself stared at Daphne like a deer watching the headlights of an approaching car.

They enjoyed it like normal teenagers, but sometimes both Hermione and Harry would stand on the shore with a blank stare or Harry, seeing Daphne and Hermione arguing over something unimportant, turns to his right as if Ron were there to laugh at the situation.

It was those moments where the two remaining members of the golden trio remembered the redhead but tried to remember him in a positive way as he wanted them to.

Shortly after they entered the mansion deciding to cook what they would have for dinner that night opting for some hamburgers, they prepared the hamburgers with a tomato and lettuce salad along with the classic bread rolls, Harry cooked while Hermione and Daphne made the salad.

Finished cooking and with a tray of hamburger with tomato, lettuce and cheese, they decided to have dinner in the living room where, putting the tray on the center table, they turned on the television where it was showing that John's slasher horror movie "Halloween" was starting. Carpenter.

Turning up the volume they proceeded to eat the burgers while he watched Michael Myers kill teenagers in the small town of Haddonfield.

Entertained paying full attention to the movie, while making the classic comments of "oh don't go in there", "that must have hurt" or Hermione commenting on the stupid mistakes of some of the characters.

Now they were watching the beginning of the third act when the character played by Jaime Lee Curtis has his first encounter with the assassin in the mask of Captain Kirk from Star Trek.

They were so focused that they paid no attention to the mansion's floo network turned on letting 4 people enter the mansion, those people moved to where the sound came from.

While Harry, Hermione and Daphne were watching Laurie Strode about to have her first face to face meeting with Michael Myers after finding the dead bodies of her friends when the killer was about to stab the protagonist Hermione who was sitting in one of the small chairs to the left of the big chair where Daphne and Harry were, she feels someone touch her shoulder so she let out a scream and hit the person who touched the shoulder directly on the nose.

—AAH MY NOSE—shouted a Blaise who was holding his now bleeding nose.

—What are you doing here? —Harry asked, seeing that Blaise wasn't alone, but that he was accompanied by Ginny and the twins.

Seeing his faces, she knew something had happened.

—I'm sorry, Blaise, we were watching a horror movie while we were having dinner— he explained with some regret for having hit his friend.

—I should have announced our arrival too but that doesn't justify breaking my nose—Blaise grumbled.

—Oh, stop crying, Zabini, this is easy to fix—Daphne said, taking out her wand and pointing it at her—episkey.

There was the crunch of Blaise's nose bone along with a grunt of pain from Blaise.

—They're both butchers— Blaise said.

—You want to talk about why you're here while we eat some burgers I can make more if you want—Harry proposed.

—That's Harry— Fred began.

—It would be nicer—George continued.

—We're starving—Fred finished.

—Sasha! —Harry called.

In a pop! an elf appeared who dressed as a cook from the 30s.

—What can Sasha do for the master? — asked the elf.

—Could you make us more burgers for me and my friends—Harry asked.

—To the order.

—Now—looking at his guests—what happened.

—It all happened after we left.

Flashback

  After the talk with Harry, Ginny enjoyed the pool with her boyfriend and her older brothers but inevitably they had to go back to the burrow.

The situation was, to say the least, less tense for Ginny, it was after reading Ron's letters and about his "suicide" to be in the same room with her mother without feeling the need to tell her that her brother had died due to the negligence of the man who her idolized mother.

Then again she's already getting to the point where she felt like a grenade about to go off thanks to all the things Percy said about Harry, she was Harry's friend and even a brother of hers.

A much better brother than Percy could ever be.

On the other hand, her mother continued to frustrate her with her controlling attitude.

Now she was calm listening on the walkman that Blaise gave Kate Bush to the song "running up that hill" she felt a pressure on her chest when Kate sang the line

"And if I only could I'd make a deal with God and I'd get him to swap our places"

He had been the only one of her along with her Harry who had gone looking for her when the memory of Tom Riddle took her to the chamber of secrets to kill her by stealing her magic, she owed it to him and it was a debt that she now she could never get out of it.

She searched her memories for the signs she had given that she was thinking of dying or that she was thinking about death, the closest memory to that was when Ron climbed on the roof of the van when they escaped from Privet Drive after vandalizing Durzkaban.

He was painful and she knew she would never stop hurting him.

She felt the call of her mother to help her set the table, under the stairs.

Outside through the window she saw her boyfriend and her brothers playing quidditch, she smiled slightly wistfully at the years that will never return.

—Ginny dear, how was the meeting at Potter Manor? —Her mother asked.

—It was good, we had fun, we played a little quidditch and we swam in the pool today, it was quite hot there— she said as she arranged the plates on the table.

—How is Harry? —There was always her conversation.

—She's doing her best, mom, even though she wants to go ahead with her wedding plans—she commented.

—I still don't understand how they can go on with that, they're both too young and it's a teenage romance like yours and Blaise—she said, which she didn't like at all—Harry needs a young woman…."

—Stop mum, I really don't understand at this point in the game you still have the idea that me and Harry are a couple is ridiculous— she stopped her.

—But we don't know what intentions that young lady has with him, she's a Slytherin and everyone...

—Save it, you know, your mother-in-law's grandmother was a Black more than sure given the Black tradition, she was in Slytherin so I don't see this aversion that you wanted to instill in us towards Slytherins as unintelligible. I remind you that whoever sold, betrayed Harry's parents and killed My brother was Peter Pettigrew's son of a bitch and he was a fucking Gryffindor—he scolded, leaving as quickly as he could.

She went out into the backyard her repair became erratic, she felt her lungs shut down she had a hard time breathing she saw Blaise approaching along with her brothers.

She couldn't stand it anymore, she couldn't stand her father with his passivity anymore, her mother with her mania for wanting to control her, Percy for being a bootlicker and she couldn't speak for her older brothers like Bill and Charlie because they just didn't do anything.

She wanted to be calm, to be able to mourn her brother in peace, to be able to sleep one night without feeling his ghost in front of her bed.

She wanted so many and knew she would never get them at the burrow.

But above all she wanted to be free.

—Gin, love, what's going on? — Blaise asked, worried.

When he saw her, he understood that she was suffering a panic attack— listen to me, calm down, she only breathes with me, yes.

She tried to concentrate on him, on how he was trying to get her breathing to stabilize again. She felt that she couldn't, it was so difficult that she felt like someone was covering her lungs.

She continued like this until she was finally able to stabilize her breathing as she allowed herself to be embraced by Blaise and her brothers felt how tears began to fall from her eyes.

—Not anymore...— she murmured.

—Not what Gin anymore? — asked one of the twins.

—I can't anymore, I don't want to live here— he said sobbing even harder.

—Your mom said things that bother you, right? —Blaise asked, she just nodded.

He looked at the twins and a staring match ensued.

Both the twins and Blaise realized that the situation was already untenable, even they themselves were tired of the situation, Blaise from the beginning endured without complaining all the comments from his mother-in-law many times biting his tongue for the well-being of his girlfriend but Not anymore, he made a decision with the risk of never speaking to him or relating to them again. He made a decision.

The twins were almost in tune and they didn't like anything their mother was doing to their sister, they hated that she wanted to control her when even they themselves knew that their sister was anything but someone submissive, they themselves were fed up with what they wanted. impose on them a path that they did not want, a life that they do not want.

—We understand, little sister, that's why we're leaving today—said Fred.

—We're leaving tonight—George continued.

— Little Blaise I ask you to go upstairs with her and gather her things after dinner we leave— said Fred.

—Alright.

Ginny's breathing evened out as she and Blaise went up to her room and as quickly as they could they grabbed and put everything away ready to go.

Going down he saw the entire Weasley clan gathered at the table he saw his older brothers and the look of superiority on Percy's face made him erase it at that moment his older/middle brother had never cared about her in his first two years they preferred being a boot-licking smock than taking care of her was the same with Ron.

She sat down at the table next to Blaise.

When everyone was at the table, her mother's already typical talk began, saying that they should concentrate on their studies to get a job in the ministry in the case of the twins, in her case it was like being a good housewife when in the future she was supposed to marry Harry.

Her father with the normal passivity of her making some comments about how Dumbledore already has plans for the war, her mother immediately cutting him off saying that they are supposedly adult things that they shouldn't know.

She ate she seemed oblivious to everything she had her blank look her mind was almost oblivious to everything except when.

—They don't understand that Potter and Dumbledore are lying—Percy began—Potter was the one who killed my brother and covered it up by saying that You-Know-Who came back, Dumbledore took advantage of that to seize power in the ministry.

—Shut up—she whispered.

—Poor my Ron, if he'd known what that would-be dark wizard was capable of along with that snake and that mudblood he'd be here by now—Percy said.

It was an instant where he did not know that he possessed her that she got up, took the bottle of water that was on the table, approached where Percy was sitting and spilled the water, soaking him, surely ruining his best clothes.

—What the hell is wrong with you, Ginevra! —Percy yelled angrily.

—My name is Ginny fucking Weasley and who the fuck do you think you are?  Saying all that bullshit— she spat furiously.

She didn't realize that Blaise had followed her through everything she did.

—Disrespectful brat, you will learn to respect me— Percy took out his wand and pointed it at Ginny.

She felt how the skin of her stomach burned, she let out a scream of pain, she realized that her brother was using a stinging spell on her, she felt like he was burning her.

—Expelliarmus— Bill yelled disarming Percy.

She breathed a weak sigh of relief as Bill grabbed Percy by the collar of his robe—What the fuck is wrong with you!

—She was the one who started it, I...

Percy could not finish because Blaise went on top of her with all the Italian fury she began to deal blows to her face making it bleed until she felt that they took him away from her and she allowed herself to be separated from her but before letting go she spat at him.

—Brutto pezzo di merda, tocca di nuovo il mio gin e ti uccido, hai sentito dannazione che ti uccido!— He yelled at him being pulled away by the twins in Italian.

—I don't know what the fuck he said but he's right— Bill said picking up her brother.

—You want to fight stupid kid—Percy tried in vain to go against Blaise.

Both Percy and Blaise were each being held by two Weasley brothers, in Blaise's case it was the twins and Percy was being held by Charlie and Bill.

—STOP RIGHT NOW, WE'RE A FAMILY AND THIS IS NO TIME FOR YOU TO FIGHT LIKE A COUPLE OF MUGGLE BRATS— Molly yelled in a banshee mode scolding everyone.

This annoyed Ginny, who with difficulty stood in front of her mother, facing her, looking at her with a look full of reproach, rancor and barely contained rage.

—Now if you care about us, huh—Ginny said recovering herself first looking at Percy—now that you can use us to move up in the high dirt purebloods, you care about Ron, you fucking piece of shit— Ginny muttered angrily—you weren't the one who helped me in my first year, you weren't the one who came looking for me when the fucking Voldemort had kidnapped me and tried to kill me by stealing my magic and essence —everyone except her, the twins and Blaise felt a chill—you stayed like a good boy, he followed the fucking rules, Ron risked more than his life for me, he risked everything to lose all his memories, his mind everything and your nothing.

"Ginevra, stop this instant," she yelled five octaves higher than her normal voice, Molly.

—You shut up, you only wanted me to marry Harry, right? You don't really care about me, all this has been so that we have that nice portrait of the bloody Weasley family happy with him and Hermione, well let me tell you something dear mother that will never happen because I don't love Harry, he doesn't love me and Ron—he felt the tears begin to flow—well, he's not here to give his opinion, I recommend that you discard the frame because...

Molly inadvertently slapped Ginny across the face, when she realized she saw disappointment and anger in the twins' eyes and Ginny's sadness and helplessness  .

—Well, I'm done with this family, fuck off—Ginny said as she walked away.

—Get on top and grab everything we're leaving now—Fred whispered to Blaise.

Blaise ran after Ginny, only remaining to help her.

—Well done mother, you've served your purpose, you've screwed us all— Fred began.

—You wanted so badly for us to go 'on the right track' but you didn't see that all you were doing was driving us away—George continued.

—"You've never cared what any of us wanted— Fred continued.

—You just wanted us to end up having nice and beautiful jobs in the damn ministry as your perfect son— Fred finished—I'm sorry to disappoint you, but that's not my life.

They went up when they entered their room with a movement of their wand they already had everything ready, they met Blaise and Ginny in the corridor they didn't say anything and they went down the stairs they went to the floo network when Molly appeared followed by Arthur, Charlie, Percy and Bill.

—WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING? —Molly yelled.

—Somewhere where we can dine in peace and they don't want to impose a path that we don't want— Fred answered.

—That was enough mom, Fred and I are older, Ginny will be in four in the meantime me and my brother will provide for my sister because we do care—George said looking at Percy badly.

—Calm down mother those bums will soon be begging for a plate of food— Percy said.

—Oh that reminds us— the twins said in unison.

Then they appeared behind Percy grabbing him by his underwear to stretch him as hard as they can making him squeal in pain, then they released him.

They each pulled their wand out of him and an orange light came out of it then Percy's right hand began to hit him.

—Consider it kindness if we wanted you wouldn't have any testicles left— George said.

—Charm our sister again and we'll become family killers—Fred concluded.

They moved to the floo net all four of them inside her, Ginny took some of the powder in her hands.

—WOLF'S LAIR

End of flashback

—That's what happened—Ginny concluded.

Hermione and Daphne went to hug Ginny while Harry walked over to the twins and Blaise to talk.

—They have a place to stay, if they want they can stay here I have plenty of room—Harry offered.

—No Harry we'll be fine—Fred began.

—We just need to stabilize a bit—George continued.

—And we'll be fine— they both finished.

—Are you sure? — I spoke to Ginny, I told her that I had no doubt that they live here—Harry offered again—except for Blaise, he has a place to drop dead.

—Your words hurt me—he pretended to be hurt.

They laughed a bit until Blaise got serious again—but you're right my mom would let them live in the mansion as long as they don't break anything or do something stupid Gryffindor she would let them live there my mom loves Gin.

—That's good but it's a discussion you have to resolve between yourselves, I'm your friend but I can't do more than I do—Harry said.

—You've got a point dear Harri-kins— said George.

—We'll talk but now we're starving—Fred finished.

The rest of the night passed with a little more calm, leaving aside the talk between the brothers and brother-in-law.

Narcissa Malfoy now Black was heading with the last papers that would end her marriage to Lucius Malfoy once and for all, her face did not reflect emotions but inside she was happy that she would finally be free of her.

It would be the last time she would set foot in the infamous Malfoy Manor, she hated that place as much as she hated her aunt Walburga for having compromised her with blonde pomp when her parents died at the hands of her crazy aunt.

She arrived at her future ex-husband's study, when she entered she saw him with a stack of papers on his desk.

—Well Lucius these are the last papers for once, everyone will be free to do as they please— Narcissa stated.

Lucius took the papers, read them and, satisfied, signed them—Since I can't convince you, this is the best for both of us, even though I notice that it says here that I will have full custody of Draco.

—You and I know that if we gave him the choice, he would choose to stay with you—she declared with some sadness.

—I get it—then she took the blood feather.

I sign the papers and hand them over to Narcissa, a light shining on them both declaring the end of their marriage.

—Well if that's all I kindly request that you leave my house—Lucius said.

—No problem, see you soon Lucius—Narcissa finished and left.

She walked out of Lucius's office a free woman, and she could be with her sister and her family without having to worry that something bad might happen to her from being around them.

She went to her room to collect all that was left of her things.

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But at one point something caught his attention, a door was half open, a light came out of there.

Her instinct told her to get away from her as fast as she could.

But a part of her was telling him to come closer.

She approached the door, began to hear screams and laughter.

They weren't normal laughs, nor were they mocking.

It was a type of laughter that reminded her of her deranged sister of hers Bellatrix of hers.

But she was masculine, she saw a little better, she saw a 15-year-old white-haired boy on top of a girl, brutally ramming her while the girl let out muffled sobs, her voice was so broken that she could barely scream anymore.

While the boy who was raping her was laughing like a complete maniac.

—Enough Draco— Her heart stopped.

Her son.

The boy she watched grow up and loved.

She did not exist, she had become a monster like her aunt and father.

She felt tears well up in her eyes as she covered her mouth to stifle her sobs.

—Did I do well master? —I ask her.

—You've done very well, Draco—she watched as a maniacal smile spread across her son's face —just one more step to go, you know the spell."

—If I master.

Draco shifted and looked up and down at the girl he broke up.

The clothes were torn, blood was coming out of her intimate areas from noticing the degree of brutality that he had exerted on the poor girl, she was trembling on the floor because of the cruciatus to which she had been exposed, the girl was crying on the floor, she could hardly move and at doing so felt unimaginable pain.

—Well, Mudblood— he began—it was exciting chasing you through those dirty Muggle streets—he continued mocking—it was even more exciting to hear you scream under my wand—while mockingly waving a wand that wasn't his —you see this— showing his wand to the poor girl—this is what will happen to all mudbloods.

Then he snapped the girl's wand in half.

—Now after having given me pleasure—he mocked—it's time to say goodbye—he pointed his wand— AVADA KEDAVRA.

The sickly green light flew towards the girl killing her instantly.

—Very well done Draco— Voldemort praised—show me your left arm.

—It's an honor, master— he thanked, extending his bare arm.

Voldemort pointed his wand at Draco's arm, then a black stain began to form until finally the dark mark was formed.

—You're one of us now, boy.

Narcissa ran out at that moment.

When I get to her room, she went to the bathroom where she vomited in the toilet, remembering everything she saw, that poor girl being raped and murdered by her son.

Son.

She no longer had a son.

That monster had not been born from her.

She washed her mouth and went to the floo network but not before taking her things and she appeared in the leaky cauldron then she would go with her cousin Sirius but now she just wanted a bed to sleep in and hopefully not have nightmares.