Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge

Using all his strength, Harry carried Blaise's semi-conscious body through the castle, as he walked, small streams of blood came out of Blaise's arm, but luckily for him, it was nothing compared to the blood that was in that office.

He was lucky that Harry tore a piece of his robe to make a tourniquet and cover the wounds on his arm, Harry walked through the corridors until he finally reached the bathroom on the seventh floor and after crossing the passage down the stairs he finally reached the chamber. .

Most of the team, although they were still unpacking all the equipment, but with the worry that they didn't know what was happening with Blaise.

Harry crossed the chamber door and shouted:

—TRACEY! —I exclaim, calling her friend —, I NEED HELP! BLAISE IS HURT!

The entire group noticed his presence and quickly came to help him. The twins took Blaise from Harry's arms.

—Follow me here. —Tracey indicated guiding her friends (well, Fred is more "friendly" with her than usual lately).

She guided them to a stretcher they had just set up, they left Blaise as gently as they could on the stretcher, who when they laid him down let out a moan of pain.

—I know it hurts you, but don't worry, you're with us, don't worry, Blaise. —Tracey said softly.

She opened Blaise's pupils and shined a small flashlight into them and seeing her react to the light, she knew she was moderately conscious.

"Hermione, I need you to bring me ethyl alcohol, disposable towels, bandages and scissors," Tracey indicated as she cast a diagnostic spell on him. "Theo, look in the wooden box for the blood replenishment and calming potion, as well as essence." of murtlap and essence of dittany, Luna I need you to untie the tourniquet, but keep the pressure or else he will lose a lot of blood and could suffer from an infection or hemorrhage.

He then watched as the diagnostic spell revealed that Blaise had suffered deep cuts to his hand and arm area, had lost 5% of his blood and had apparently been hit by two unforgivable ones, one being the cruciatus curse and the second being the Imperius curse.

Understanding the severity of her injuries, Tracey began working after everything she needed was dropped off.

First she took the bottle of ethyl alcohol and poured it into one of the disposable towels, wetting it, and then after seeing that Luna was holding it down, she told him to move her hand and then place the towel on Blaise's hand and arm.

The chamber filled with Blaise's screams of pain as Tracey did her best to maintain her composure as she cleaned the wound, gently running the towel over her friend's bruised skin.

After that, she asked Luna to raise her arm and then begin to apply dittany essence to it, but not before asking Theo to give him some calming potion so that it would be easier to heal him, with that done.

He uncapped the bottle and then began to spread it in the areas where Blaise was injured. A greenish smoke began to come out as the essence took effect and began to heal the wounds on young Zabini's skin while it regenerated to its natural state. The fabric inside and outside.

After applying it, she took the bandages, to which she instructed Hermione to spray murtlap essence and then begin to bandage Blaise's hand and arm up to almost the elbow and then place a glue spell on it to stick it and prevent it from untying.

She conjured a light gray pillow and sheet and then very delicately placed Blaise's head on the pillow and then covered him with the sheet.

Blaise now calmer, but slightly restless, finally fell asleep, resting from the nightmarish night he was subjected to.

Tracey breathed a sigh of relief when she saw her friend rest, caressed his head, and then kissed him on the forehead.

Meanwhile, Harry was taking off his robes, throwing them to the ground in anger as he sat on one of the boxes, holding his hands that were trembling slightly, the thoughts static in his mind and the solutions miles away.

The rest of the group that wasn't helping Tracey were shocked by what had just happened.

Harry looked at each one and his gaze stopped on Ginny who was the first to open her mouth:

"Harry," Ginny said, looking at him with her jaw trembling with rage, "What the hell happened to my boyfriend to make him end up like this?"

"I'll be honest with you, I don't know, all I know is that Blaise went to that witch's office and then came back to where we agreed bleeding to death and the only thing I did was come here, because you know as well as everyone that if there was worn with Madam Pomfrey we would attract attention.

—Then there's only one way to find out, now I'm coming, I'll make that toad sing like a canary. —Neville mentioned as he took a gun from a box.

Seeing this, Harry quickly went to stop him, grabbing his arm tightly.

"Harry, what the hell do you think you're doing?"

—Prevent you from making a stupid mistake, that's what she wants. —Harry assured in a neutral tone.

"What am I supposed to do to stay here, while that bitch tomorrow can do what Blaise did to someone else, to a first year boy."

"I'm not saying that, we have to choose our battles," the black-haired man stated, taking the weapon. And that means we won't do anything, for now, tomorrow I'll talk to this bitch because I assure you, no one messes with us without getting punished, and she will pay for it.

—What are you planning to do? —Daphne asked, intrigued by the move her husband would make.

—Tomorrow morning the minister will receive an invitation to lunch at “the three broomsticks” on the first weekend in Hogsmeade and I will tell him what is happening, and I will also invite Amelia Bones to go on the record and if necessary go after the head of that toad, but first I will have a talk with our teacher to make some things clear to her.

—And that would be it? —Daphne questioned it.

—That if she tries to hurt anyone in OUR family again, I will kill her myself and blow off her hideous head.

She was going to continue arguing when Tracey appeared, taking off the disposable gloves she had put on and then wiping some of the sweat from her forehead with a washcloth.

-How is she? —Ginny asked with concern evident in her voice.

—Okay, I managed to close his wounds and put a bandage with murtlap essence to heal his wounds, he lost at least 5% of his blood, so when he wakes up he will have to drink a blood replenishment potion for at least one hour. —Tracey explained in a clinical, almost mechanical tone.

—What caused this? —Theo asked as he looked at his friend, who was resting in bed.

—The wounds on his arm and hand were caused by some blood feathers, apparently he was subjected too much by them, he was also subjected under the Imperius curse and the cruciatus curse, —Tracey reported —he was lucky not to have gone into shock, the blood loss and the residual effects of the cruciatus could have killed him, but because of his lucky Blaise seems to have a strong heart.

 —That means, in other words, that that son of a bitch tortured Blaise until he was on the verge of death. —Theo growled, hitting the table that was near him—I will kill that bitch if she tries to harm any of you again. 

—Trace, I need you to transcribe all the damage that this bitch caused to Blaise, do it as detailed as possible and then through Dobby have it delivered to Andromeda and Narcissa so that it appears as an official medical report in St. Mungo's, that Blaise was the victim of an object prohibited by the ministry, the victim of two unforgivable things, and the first-degree victim of assault on the heir of a noble house. —Harry requested in a serious tone, to which Tracey nodded. 

—I will, I will have it ready in about 20 minutes. —Tracey stated.

"Well, in the meantime, Ginny, I'll assume you'll want to stay to take care of Blaise, so I'll ask Dobby to pile pillows on your bed so it looks like you're sleeping there, and Theo," Harry looked at his dark-haired friend, "I'd ask you to run." the curtains on Blaise's bed and make sure everything is in order.

"I'll take care of that, Harr, don't worry." —Theo responded as he went to sit next to his friend and then lit a cigarette.

—In the meantime, let's continue with what we have to do and then each of us go to our beds, tomorrow we will have a long day.

With that said, the team resumed their activities while Ginny and Theo took turns caring for Blaise who slept for about half an hour and then woke up screaming to be comforted by Ginny who hugged him tightly.

After comforting him, she made sure he drank the blood replenishment potion and then helped him sleep, while the rest of the team could only watch the scene and feel sorry for what happened.

Blaise, despite the many jokes about him that fell into black humor, he was someone they loved and appreciated very much and had a very special affection for, seeing him like that hurt them.

Cedric felt as if he had experienced a painful déjà vu and when they left he couldn't sleep because of the guilt he felt, what kind of friend was he, if he couldn't protect them, he was older, it was his responsibility to protect them, but he hadn't done it.

First Ron, now Blaise, Cedric felt useless at times like this, but he knew that giving up or wallowing in his own self-pity was not something he was willing to do or accept.

He would do everything in his power to protect them, even if it cost him his life, with that thought in mind, he managed to sleep a little, although curiously when he was feeling drowsy a ray of light hit him in the face, which was synonymous with it being time to get up.

The rest of the group, like Cedric, could barely sleep a wink, got up and dressed as normally as possible to start their day.

Blaise who after having rested had returned to the Slytherin dormitories along with Theo and Tracey during the night, when he woke up the next morning, he felt still sore in sections of his body while his head felt like a drum that was hit by a drummer for a death metal band.

When he got up to take a shower, he took off his clothes and when he took off the bandage on his hand, he had to bite a belt to get rid of the pain he felt in his hand and arm.

The process was somewhat tortuous, but when he finished he realized that it only hurt because of the time the bandage was attached to his hand and arm because when he saw the area where he was tortured he realized that he was as if nothing had happened and There were no wounds or very visible marks, only some lines of very faded scars as if they were old.

Which he promised himself that he would cover with a tattoo, but for now he would say that it was due to some accident that he had as a child on some “childhood adventure.”

He looked in the mirror and not that his hair was a little long, he combed his hair as best he could and then tied it back and then left the bathroom.

—Wow, you took a long time, Zabini. —Blaise heard Draco Malfoy's annoying voice.

"Get lost Malfoy." —Theo responded, jumping to defend his friend, he had already changed and was waiting for Blaise.

"Don't mess with this Nott, this is none of your business," Draco said disdainfully, "although my father heard that yours is quite worried because you didn't return to him during the holidays."

"Draco, I'm so worried about my male parent why you don't ask him to adopt you," Theo answered, looking at Draco, "after all, shit mixes with shit."

"Watch your words, Nott," Draco said in a tone that tried to command respect, but to both Blaise and Theo it only seemed like the voice of an immature child, "now that the dark lord is back, you must prove your loyalty."

—Show loyalty? Whom? To you? Him? I don't think so, you're just a cheap joke disguised as someone who is supposedly important. —Replied Blaise who had finished dressing.

They saw Malfoy's face turn red with fury, but then change back to his normal tone, as if he were restraining himself from acting true to his stupid personality.

"The dark lord demands that you two must take an oath and if not, he must face the consequences," Malfoy reported and then looked at Theo, "perhaps the life of your dear father does not matter to you, he is a good man."

—That “good man” you say, as far as I'm concerned, can rot in hell, let's get out of here. —Theo growled.

The two moved away from Malfoy as Blaise, when Draco spoke again.

"Zabini, you have three beautiful ladies in your life, your sister, your mother, and even though she is a blood traitor and a poor thing like the Weasley girl is, she is also a beauty," Draco said, making Blaise turn to look at him, "maybe They would be “luckier” if they were “taken care of” by real men like me, or like the others, after all, I don't think you'd mind if we “played” with them.

Blaise, seeing the lascivious glow and predatory smile on Draco's face, advanced with a step full of fury and hatred towards Draco, pushing him against the wall while holding him with one hand on his chest, pressing him against the wall, while with the other He put his wand to Draco's throat.

"Come back," Blaise growled with a voice full of rage, "mention my sister, mother or my girlfriend and I will make you wish you had never been born, and then I will kill you, tell your little friends to stay away because otherwise there will be consequences."

Then Blaise moved away slightly and cast a spell that tied the laces of his shoes together, causing Draco to fall face-first to the ground.

The two friends left the bedrooms and as they went down the stairs, murmuring to each other, they said:

—What a damned idiot, no doubt, he's up to his neck in all that shit. —Theo murmured.

—The ferret is already on my hit list and considering he's a Death Eater, when all the war breaks out, I won't mind shooting him in the neck with a bolt and putting him in a body bag. —Blaise said quietly.

They went down the stairs to then meet Tracey who, after asking some routine questions and noticing that Blaise was feeling fine, went to the large dining room to have breakfast.

When they arrived they went with her friends, who were having breakfast, which they joined.

Ginny quickly sat down next to her boyfriend and asked:

—How do you feel? Did you sleep comfortably? Why aren't you wearing the bandage? Did you forget to change the bandage?…

Ginny asked about a million questions at the speed of light, which surprised all of her friends, particularly Harry and Hermione, who began to snicker.

Blaise found the care her girlfriend showed for him tender, so she decided to relax her by giving her a chaste kiss on her lips to silence and calm her.

"Calm down, look at her," she said in a reassuring tone, Blaise showing him her arm and hand, "no marks or scars."

Meanwhile, Hermione looked at Neville and Harry and said:

—I wasn't like that, we met, right?

"How? Worrying to the extreme…" said Harry.

"Asking questions at the speed of light," Neville continued in a mocking tone.

—Ha Ha, the two pairs of morons are very funny. —Hermione answered, looking irritated at her two friends.

—If it bothers you, it's because it's true, isn't it, Harry? —said young Longbottom.

-Absolutely. —Harry responded as he deliberately ignored the obscene gesture that Hermione made with her hand—. Anyway, how do you feel, Blaise?

"Well, thanks old man, I really thought I was going to die last night, but thanks to you, I'm here," Blaise commented with a trembling voice, "thanks for being with me."

—We are family, and I know that family stays together despite everything. —Daphne said, taking her friend's hand.

"Well, well, well," Blaise responded as he wiped his eyes, "enough of this sentimental shit, we're supposed to be a group of psychologically traumatized friends, addicted to coffee and cynical to death."

The group laughed out loud at Blaise's quip, happy that he kept his good humor and was relatively well emotionally.

Hours passed, and the day was relatively calm for them.

Harry had received a letter from Sirius who informed him that the order was maintained as he had told him, guarding something in the prophecy room in the department of mysteries and that during the following months the guard shifts would fall to Tonks, Mr. Weasley, Elphias Doge, Emmeline Vance and Alastor Moody also informed him that Remus had been sent on a mission with the werewolf packs in the west.

In order to bring them to Dumbledore's side or keep them neutral during the war, although according to Sirius one cannot expect much since Fenrir Greyback and his pack are increasingly active and attacking more and more on the line between the wizarding world and the muggle world.

Sirius also explained Hagrid's conspicuous absence, since he was also sent to act as an intermediary with the giants to get them to side with Dumbledore.

All these movements, without a doubt, made Harry begin to try to devise plans for what could happen, moves and counter plays, he had to be careful and calculate well the range of attack that Voldemort and himself would have when the war broke out.

Because he knew that it was one thing to face Death Eaters who were normal witches and wizards and another thing to face giants larger than an adult brown bear and twice as brutal, he had to find a way to eliminate them as quickly as possible or at least reduce its damage capacity.

Likewise, he received a letter from Klaus informing him that the FVCM had prepared a device that he would need for the war, as well as giving him access to a car garage with a BMW M3 GT, and he also gave him information that the number of kidnappings and break-ins Death Eaters had stopped from their late August peak of nearly 15 attacks on the homes of non-supremacist or fascist muggleborns, half-bloods, squibs, and purebloods.

Harry was aware that this information had not been made public because the Ministry was diverting the information and that they were focused on their campaign against Dumbledore, that was something dangerous, people did not know what was happening and when everything broke out there would be panic and fear, but Unfortunately I didn't have many options.

Swimming against the current was just a meaningless way of doing nothing, swimming with the current gave him a more open window of possibilities on how to act and how to achieve his goals.

Klaus also informed him that the “metal squad” or the “old 141” were already carrying out movements against the “shadow company” and although they did not have significant progress, they had managed to destroy some operatives of the Death Eater cell.

According to what I informed him, the “metal squad” dismantled some operations of the shadow company in Istanbul, from what he read it was transport of hostages, among them kidnapped muggles, wizards and witches and creatures such as werewolves and vampires.

The confrontation seems to have occurred in the ports late at night, and the squadron managed to prevent the “shadow company” from setting sail and transporting the hostages, who ranged from adults to children.

They had also managed to disrupt some rallies in Sweden and Belarus, so what the “Metal Squad” was doing was diverting attention and creating chaos for the “shadow company” and taking away as much power from them as they could, that was the best they could do.

After that and after attending all of his classes, Harry had retired to the common room that he shared with Daphne. Upon entering, he sat on the couch and let out a tired sigh.

Having many things on his mind, he took a glass of water and let himself rest in the comfortable chair. He wanted peace and rest, but he couldn't, even when he felt sleep accumulating in him, he didn't allow himself to succumb to sleep because he had many things to do. .

He was not going to sleep or rest until all of his enemies were dead.

He looked at the ceiling and was able for a moment to have his head go blank without the chaos he was experiencing, but then he forced himself to get up and went to his room.

Likewise, he took off his tunic and left it on his bed and then opened his trunk and took out a black leather shoulder holster and then put it on, contrasting it with his school uniform shirt.

He then took the Colt Python .357 Mag 6 revolver and placed the bullets in the 6 chambers of the weapon and then secured it to later store it in the holster of the shoulder holster ready for any kind of “unpleasant” eventuality.

He adjusted the holster on his wrist where his phoenix and blackthorn feather wand was located and then put his robe back on and arranged it well enough so that no one would see the revolver that he had in his possession.

When he left his room, he saw Daphne smoking a mint cigarette that she liked so much.

Their eyes met and she said:

-Where are you going, love? —Daphne asked, intrigued.

—I'm going to confront the woman who tortured one of my friends. —Harry reported simply.

—Then I'm going with you. —Daphne said, putting out her cigarette in an ashtray.

—Don't worry, everything will be fine, I'll take care of it.

"Honey, my love, you are good at many things and heaven knows that this is not the first time you have confronted professors whose mental faculties are, to put it kindly, null, but now, since you are married to me," she said in a haughty tone and pretending to be arrogant. —. I'll accompany you and make sure I take care of my ass.

"Okay," Harry responded, knowing he couldn't argue with his wife, "but how's that for my butt?"

—Simple, you are mine, my love, my husband and the future father of our children, which consequently makes every part of you belong to me. —The blonde stated and then kissed her boyfriend.

They kissed with passion and affection, feeling their lips merge and feeling that the lust would grow even more due to the way in which he had ended up on the large sofa in the living room, which would have led to quite passionate actions, to say the least. .

But despite that, they knew that they should not waste time, so they got up, but when they looked at each other they promised that they would finish what they started.

—Daph, you better take the invisibility cloak to…

"So that I can guard from the front door and make sure that bitch dares to hurt you," Daphne continued Harry was saying, "in other words, I have to make sure that no bitch gets too close to you."

—And by bitch, do you mean your cousin?

—Partly yes, but she is more of a whore than a bitch, even bitches have more decorum than that fascist creep. —Daphne answered simply.

They left their common room together and headed towards Umbridge's office with determined steps.

They made their way through the hallways until they finally reached Umbridge's office.

First they made sure that there were no prying eyes to avoid unwanted interference, they waited 20 minutes until finally, without major delays on the coast, with a simple "alohomora" Harry entered the office while after Harry crossed Daphne closed the door and told him I applied a spell that left the door as it originally was.

He slightly investigated the office and found a blood pen in one of the desk drawers. Upon seeing it, he noticed that it was stained with dried blood that he assumed was the one he used to torture Blaise. He took out his wand and pointed it at the object, bringing it closer to him, and then He transfigured it into a black coin and put it in his pocket.

Harry looked around the office and actually felt sick because of all the pink color and the porcelain of the cats, but he ignored the feeling and dedicated himself to awaiting the arrival of Professor Umbridge if that woman could be called a professor.

I waited 40 minutes standing looking at the window appreciating the landscape of the castle fields, he opened the window and took out his pack of cigarettes, took one out and lit it, he began to smoke it.

He heard the door open, and he assumed it was Professor Umbridge.

He turned to look at her, holding the cigarette in her hand, and after a puff he heard.

“Lord Potter, what are you doing here?” —Dolores asked.

—Madame, excuse me, I wanted to come talk to you here and when I got ready to knock I was surprised, when I realized that it was half open, sorry for the inconvenience, if you are busy it would be better to leave. —Harry said in the tone of a scolded puppy.

“No, no, not at all, Lord Potter,” Dolores responded, trying to dissuade him from leaving, “what did you want to talk to me about?”

—You see, professor, I will be frank, I know what happened with my dear friend, the Zabini heir, and I personally apologize for his inappropriate behavior. —Harry answered and then took a drag of his cigarette—oh, beg your pardon, I'll put it out now, professor.

He turned it off and saw a gleam of satisfaction in Umbridge's eyes at the thought that she could intimidate him.

—Don't worry, Lord Potter, we all make mistakes and the Zabini heir made a “mistake” for which he was punished. —The teacher said with false sweetness in her voice.—. To learn what your place is.

—I know, I understand that when you say something in class that is out of place, you deserve a detention—Harry pointed out—but one thing I have learned is the difference between punishment and abuse, I still remember when I was “punished” for the "First time," Harry began his story.

—When I was 4 years old, almost 5 years old, my birthday was one day away, not that my family cared, my aunt sent me to wash all the dishes in the house because tomorrow they were going to have a very important visit. —Harry began his narration. —. Since I knew that if I didn't do it I wouldn't eat, I did it, I spent 40 minutes washing the dishes, plate by plate, spoon by spoon, knife by knife, glass by glass and fork by fork until at one point - Harry threw the butt out of the cigarette into a trash can, I dropped a tea saucer, and it broke, my uncle saw that and he didn't like it.

—He grabbed me by the back of the neck forcefully and then dragged me while I struggled trying to escape, he opened the door to my “room” which was a cupboard not even 1x1, he threw me against my “bed” which was a cot, I fell like this—he hit the desk hard, slightly scaring Dolores—as if it were a bouncing ball, the whole half of my body and the back of my neck hurt. I tried to hide under the bed, but he grabbed my foot and pulled me out, and He pushed me against the floor, I was faced down and I heard.

—As he took off his belt and began to hit me again and again and again and again until I couldn't feel my back from all the pain I was feeling, and then he told me “happy birthday freak” —Harry concluded his story—. Then when I entered Hogwarts here I had a detention with Professor Mcgonagall and that was where I learned the difference between abuse and punishment—I stared at Umbridge—and you abused my friend.

"Don't know what you're talking about, Lord Potter." —Umbridge responded, trying to ignore the matter.

—You know it, I know it, my friend who was tortured by you knows it, to be clearer you used a blood feather and when he resisted and tried to escape you cast the cruciatus curse on him and then the Imperius curse to force him to self-flagellate himself,” Harry declared in a serious and firm tone, watching as panic seemed to flood Umbridge. You know who my godfather, Lord Sirius Black, is and who the director of the DMLE, Amelia Bones, is engaged to, imagine.

—<<Professor and Undersecretary to the Minister, Dolores Umbridge tortures the young heir of the noble Zabini family>> —Harry said as if it were the title of the cover of the Daily Prophet—, that is not a good headline and he knows it.

"You are threatening me, Lord Potter, know that going against me is threatening the minister himself," Dolores responded, trying to regain control, "if I were you I would forget this."

—Do you think I'm afraid of you? Who do you think you are? You are just a miserable employee of the minister, I am the head of the most noble and ancient House of Potter, my family is one of the founders of our society. —Harry proclaimed.

Harry noticed how Umbridge's gaze drifted to a porcelain of a cat, in particular it was a pink cat, and she stared at it, he analyzed it for a second and then he understood.

She was recording the conversation, and surely she could change what he said for her convenience and thus harm him, at that moment she knew that he would not give her that opportunity.

-What do you want? Umbridge asked.

—What I want is for what she did not to be repeated and for her to stay away from my friends and those close to her and none of this will come to light. Are we clear?

-Yeah. —Umbridge growled.

—Well, without further ado, I'll leave. —Harry said, starting to leave.

Harry started to walk away, Umbridge moved closer to his desk.

When he was near the door, he quickly pulled out his wand from the holster in his right hand and quickly pointed it at the cat's porcelain and launched a bombardment at it.

The crash of porcelain echoed through the office, startling Umbridge, pieces of porcelain scattered on the floor and smoke billowed from the wall where the pink cat porcelain once stood.

—I think it would be better for this talk to remain just between us. —Harry assured at Umbridge's look of fear—. I assure you that he doesn't want to fuck with me.