Beautifully Deranged

Beautifully Deranged

Chapter 11

Harry walked down the halls containing hundreds of prophecies, searching for the right one. Ever since that night where they questioned Sirius the Dark Lord has become quite obsessed to find the prophecy.

Supposedly, the light side has been guarding it furiously. The Dark Lord had heard a piece of the prophecy years ago, but not the whole thing. Since the information came from Severus Snape, who turned out to be a spy, he is not sure if the information given was correct, or even real. The Dark Lord also refused to divulge the contents of said prophecy, only saying that Harry himself had to pick it up and bring it to him. That is why he had been planning this little get together in the Ministry for the past month.

There were 20 other Death Eaters with him, including Fenrir. So far they had yet to find the prophecy or any light members, they could only hope it wasn’t a trick. They had all spread out to find it.

“Hey, Pup?” Fenrir called from the next hall over.

“What is it?” He asked.

“You better come take a look at this.” Fenrir said.

Harry walked over and looked over Fenrir’s shoulder. There in front of him was the prophecy…but for some reason his name was on it.

“What the hell?” He questioned. “He never said my name was on there. Why is it there?” He asked, truly bewildered. Why would his name be on there along with the Dark Lord?

“That’s not the only one, Pup. Take a look.” And Harry did, he glanced down the same hall and found at two others with his name on it.

All he could think was, ‘Who would make a prophecy about me?’

He looked down at the names, the one with his and the Dark Lord’s name on it was by Sibyll Trelawney and witnessed by Dumbledore…no surprise there. It wouldn’t surprise him if the prophecy was a total farce concocted by the two.

The second prophecy had his name on it only along with the famous seer Cassandra Trelawney and witnessed by a Howard Greirson.

The third however surprised him, it was said to be done by Morgan Le Fay and witnessed by none other than Merlin himself!

“Oh my.” Was all Harry could say. Fenrir looked over at the names and his eyebrows jumped up to his hairline. He looked over at his pup.

“Looks like your more famous than you thought.” If people knew something about Harry Potter in Arthurian age, then he had to be powerful. Something Harry would do would change the world forever. For better or for worse is unknown.

Harry scrunched up his face a bit in thought before coming to a decision. He grabbed the two prophecies and put them in the bag hanging from his shoulder. He then took the Dark Lord’s prophecy and placed it in his pocket so he didn’t accidentally give the Dark Lord the wrong one.

“Come on, let’s go.” Harry and Fenrir called the other’s together and was about to leave when another voice called out to them.

“Stop right there.”

Harry quickly turned towards the voice to see none other than his old friends: Ron, Hermione, Neville, Ginny, the twins, and some blonde spacey looking girl…he didn’t know her, pointing their wands at everyone.

“Well, well, well. Look what we have here boys. Fresh meat.” Fenrir said loudly, making the other group shudder, but to their credit they never once lowered their wands.

“What are you lot doing here? The last time I checked the Order of the Phoenix didn’t allow anyone not of age to join….unless,” Harry took a hard look at them all, noticing the guilt clearly written on their faces. “Unless the old fool doesn’t know you’re here. Is that the case or is the old man really getting desperate and allowing anyone to join?” He, of course, knew the answer but it was just so much fun to see Ron’s face and ears turn completely red, and Hermione to look completely appalled that someone would insult her mentor.

“Turn back to the light side now, Harry! This is your last chance!” Ginny screamed, hoping it had some kind of effect.

Harry turned back to his group, “Well that was convincing.” He said. The Death Eaters laughed, unsurprisingly, so did the twins. The others looked at the two incredulously.

“But why come here tonight of all nights? No one knew we would make our move tonight.” He watched them all think for a moment before looking at the two tall red-headed twins, it really was odd that they suggested to find out what the Order was doing tonight. They had thought it would be a harmless excursion to find out what the Order was doing. They wanted to know what was so important that they had to constantly keep something guarded.

Harry looked at the twins. “Ah…I have something for you two.” Harry rummaged around in his bag for a moment before pulling out a bulky pouch that clanged mysteriously. He threw it at the twins with ease, and they caught it.

“What are you two doing? That could be anything. Poison, a magical bomb of some kind. YOU COULD HAVE JUST KILLED US!” Hermione screamed in outrage.

Fred and George rolled their eyes. “Don’t be…”

“Ridiculous. It’s 5,000 galleons…”

“As promised upon delivery.” They chorused, not looking the least bit fazed at Hermione’s screaming.

Everyone thought about that for a moment. What delivery?

“What do mean delivery?” Hermione asked in a shaky voice.

Fred and George looked at each other as wide grins spread across their faces.

“Why, you guys, of course.” Fred said before pointing their wands at them in a threatening manner.

“TRAITORS!!! You’re Death Eaters, you’ve been in league with him,” he pointed viciously at Harry, “all along.” Ron spat cruelly.

Now that angered the two. “Ron you stupid sack…”

“Of guts. How dare…”

“You imply that we…”

“Are the traitors here!”

George decided to take the lead. “We are the only ones who stuck by Harry in Azkaban. We wrote him letters, even if they did not give them to him. After all your talks about wishing Harry was on the light side again, you never once encouraged him back over or asked for forgiveness.”

Fred continued in George’s place. “He’s always been kind hearted and willing to forgive mistakes if you truly try to rectify them. Imagine our surprise when he wrote back after the break out! We wrote to him every week, and he told us that you guys didn’t even try to get in contact with him. You, his best friends, didn’t even try to send him one damn letter. You didn’t even try to make him come back.”

George switched with Fred. “So after a time we mentioned that the Order was keeping something hidden here in the Ministry and he said he already knew. After talking a bit he asked us our goals in life and we told him about Weasley Wizard Wheezes, but we didn’t have any money to start the shop. He offered us some money in exchange for our help.”

“So you traded us in for a handful of galleons? We’re your family, you can’t trade us in for a few coins.” Ginny said in disbelief.

Fred and George both looked at her a little oddly. “We didn’t force you guys to come. All we said is that we were going to find out what the Order was keeping from us, and you all insisted to come. We didn’t ask you, you weren’t invited…you decided to come here by yourselves, it’s your fault you’re here.” George said incredulously.

“We’re just being paid for your stupidity.” Fred said. “And no, Ron, we’re not Death Eaters, we just thought going along with Harry would be a good business investment.”

Harry decided to but in. “Speaking of which…you two should be going,” he stopped in thought for a moment before coming to a decision, “and take the blonde with you, I don’t know her, she’s not involved…Neville too.” There goes Harry’s one good deed for the day.

Luna looked up at Harry with her dreamy eyes and cocked her head to the side.

“So sad.” Was all she said before turning and following Fred and George, Neville right beside her.

“You lousy TRAITORS. I’m telling your Gran about this, Neville! I knew we shouldn’t have trusted you Loony.” Ron shouted at the two. This caused Neville to turn, for once sticking up for himself.

“I’m sick of this. Every two seconds your accusing someone of being a traitor. I didn’t even want to come here tonight in the first place, but you rubbed it in that I’m not even a ‘real Gryffindor,’ because I haven’t been on loads of ‘adventures’ like you and Hermione. Don’t think I never heard the names you call me behind my back. Stupid Hufflepuff. Fatarse. A good for nothing. So I came with you tonight to prove myself, and now you want me to die along with you! I don’t think so. I don’t like you enough to die with or for you. So I’m taking the chance Harry has so graciously allowed me and leaving.” Neville said before turning around and marching out the door, the twins and Luna hot on his tail.

Harry laughed at the look on Ron’s face. “Now that was fun.” He turned serious and pointed his wand at the three left behind. “Now what am I going to do with you three.” He thought about it for a moment before turning to his ‘colleagues.’ “You have free reign boys. Just don’t kill them, that’s my job.” The Death Eater’s cheered, before pointing their wands at the three Gryffindors.

The only thing they seem to have forgotten was that those three still had their wands as well.

“Expelliarmus.”

“Reducto.”

“Cunfundo.”

The three shouted at their enemies at once, trying to make a run for it.

Harry looked over at the Death Eaters. “Well what are you waiting for? Go get them!” Harry snapped. He was in charge tonight, he was the one to give the commands.

They all took off through the door leaving only Fenrir and Harry behind. Fenrir wrapped Harry in his arms and kissed his neck.

“Well that was smart of you, Pup. I never would have thought of luring them here for revenge.” Fenrir said into his ear.

Harry beamed at the praise. “I’m just glad I got the chance. Come on, I want to go hunting.” Harry said as he transformed into his wolf form.

Fenrir chuckled. The boy just loved hunting ever since he took him that first time. And Fenrir enjoyed watching him stalk his prey, so why would hunting his enemies be any different?

Harry bound out of the room with Fenrir hot on his tail. Harry was able to pick up the three scents easily in his wolf form. He ran through the halls and into a room with spinning doors.

‘Which to choose?’ He already knew the answer and waited for Fenrir before going into the room. This room had a blacked laced veil that was flowing gently, Harry able to hear faint voices coming from behind it. His head snapped over to the side to try as he heard Ron and Hermione doing what they do best, bickering.

“I told you the exit wasn’t this way, Ronald! Honestly, I don’t know why you never listen to me!!! It’s almost as if you LIKE getting us into these situations. Is that what Neville meant? That you like the attention these situations give you. I can’t believe you, Ronald.” Hermione actually taking the time to nag despite the dangerous situation.

Ron’s face and ears went red in anger. “Me! ME! Your actually blaming me for this. I seem to remember you just standing in the room full of doors, not doing anything, so I made a choice. Yes I picked randomly, but it was better than waiting for the Death Eaters to find us so they can kill us. Don’t you dare blame me!” Ron shouted, not trying to keep quite at all, now drawing more Death Eaters into the room with his loud voice.

Ginny seemed to be the only one that noticed. She tugged on their sleeves as she saw every Death Eater pointing their wands at them.

“Accio wands.” Harry said after he transformed back into a human, catching the three unguarded wands.

Harry smirked at them. “Now that was stupid. You ran only to leave yourself open for attack? I expected better from you, Hermione.”

Ron scowled. “You don’t have the guts to do anything to us. We were your friends.” Ron said, only semi-confident.

Harry sneered. “You’re right.” Ron smiled in triumph. “You WERE my friends, not are, were. You betrayed me first. You were the ones to stab ME in the back. I’m only returning the favor.” Harry smiled maliciously. “Actually, I think I would take great pleasure in doing so quite literally.

At this point Harry pulled out a sharp metal dagger that he carried to the Ministry just for this occasion.

Ginny screamed as she saw the dagger and attempted to get through the crowd of Death Eaters in a very stupid escape attempt. Lucius Malfoy being right there decided to take it upon himself to torture the horrible girl.

Harry did give them free reign on them as long as they didn’t kill the three.

“Crucio.” Lucius said and gleefully watched the red head girl fall back and writhe on the ground. The other Death Eaters followed their example and did the same on Hermione and attempted to aim for Ron when he charged at Harry.

Ron tackled Harry to the ground when he saw what was going to happen to them and tried to get his wand back while avoiding the sharp dagger in the process. Ron was at an advantage of being bulkier and having surprised Harry with the attack, he however forgot to take Fenrir into account.

Fenrir charged over and grabbed Ron by the throat, easily lifting him off of his boy. He then threw Ron into the wall like a rag doll, having no problems throwing the boy halfway across the room using his werewolf strength.

Harry got up and quickly stalked over to Ron. Ron got to his feet, but it was already to late as Harry had already swung his hand with the dagger into his side.

Harry pulled out the dagger. “Don’t think I’ll let you die so quickly.” Harry whispered. “I am not that merciful. I have not injured any vital organs, yet.” Harry shoved the dagger into the other side of the stomach, careful not to go to deep. “You see this is rather painful, and gives off quite a bit of blood, but not enough to kill you yet.”

Harry released Ron and let him stumble while holding his wounds, before kicking him to the ground. He then proceeded to kick every available place he could on Ron’s body, hearing a few tell tale cracks of bones snapping.

Fenrir watched his boy beat his ex-best-friend to a bloody pulp. Blood smearing all over the floor. This was his boy. The boy who just last year had been left to rot in Azkaban by his best friends. A boy who was so starved for some kind of affection and order in his life allowed a convict werewolf do what he wished with him.

Now he looked so powerful, with the other boy’s blood all over his clothes. The evil grin and glinting eyes to match the terrible picture before him. The boy who was once so caring, turned cruel to those he once loved.

And he learned it from him.

Fenrir felt some pride swell in his chest. If he had turned his boy into a werewolf he could have easily made him his heir, but Voldemort would have none of that. He needed a protégé to help him rule and took his boy under his wing just like Fenrir did. Together they helped shape this boy turned man.

He was still young, and still had lots of training to do. He and the Dark Lord still had their work cut out for them for the next year or so…but after that…he didn’t know. He wasn’t stupid, and had saw some of the looks the Dark Lord had given his boy, though he knew the man wouldn’t act on his desires, at least not until Fenrir was through with him.

Though they still had some time yet, he knew he would soon move onto someone else. Although Harry was quite appealing, he didn’t have the same attraction to him now as he did before. No one would fully be able to replace the gorgeous creature had been when he was younger, but he wanted, no needed someone new. He refused to be tied down.

Harry finally having enough at Ron’s whining decided to end his little game and with one final kick he had Ron on his stomach. He wasn’t lying when he said he wanted to stab him in the back. He plunged the sharp blade into his back a few times until the boy finally stopped struggling and lay completely still.

That was when he heard Hermione screaming. Ginny had long ago passed out unconscious and all the Death Eaters focused their attention on the little bookworm.

It seemed someone had either found, conjured, or transfigured a chair and had Hermione sticking to it. She was in nothing but her undergarments, her skin and hair had a permanent sticking charm placed on it so every time she moved or struggled her skin and hair would pull or rip unpleasantly. Everything but her hands were sticking down, unfortunately what was currently happening to them wasn’t much better.

Bella was slowly nailing her hands to the chair with transfigured muggle nails and hammer. She had three nails in her left hand and Bella was currently aiding another.

“Don’t move girl, you don’t want me to miss.” Bella laughed evilly. She loved to torture mudbloods, it really was her favorite pastime.

The nail held in place above Hermione’s hand by magic, Bella took her swing and missed. The reverberating crack of Hermione’s hand shattering under the force of the hammer, the girl screaming at the top of her lungs.

“I told you not to move.” Bella said, despite the fact that the girl hadn’t moved, and everyone was sure Bellatrix missed on purpose. “Now stay still so I don’t do it again.” Bella swung true that time and another nail was imbedded into Hermione’s hand and into the chair.

Harry couldn’t help but marvel at Bella. He honestly never would have come up to torture someone in such a way. Even using muggle methods with the hammer. He really hoped he never was tortured by the woman.

Lucius went over to Harry. “As much as I am enjoying this, I really do insist that we finish up soon. We can’t waste anymore time.” Lucius, although loving what they were doing knew they were pressed for time. They needed to get out of the Ministry and back to Slytherin Castle.

Harry nodded his head. “You’re right.” He then said loudly. “Everyone, go ahead and finish them off. We have to leave now.”

Bella pouted but complied. She reached over and magically forced Hermione’s removal from the chair, causing her skin of her back to rip off, and then Avada Kedavra’d her. Then turned and did the same to Ginny.

“Well done, Pup.” Fenrir said before getting ready to leave.

Harry merely grinned in response.

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Next chapter: A run in with the Order.

This story only has two or three chapters left, depending on how long the next one is.

Next order of business, I AM taking on a beta for Asylum. This is what I need:

1. Someone who can give me back the chapter in a reasonable time frame, as my chapters aren’t very long.

2. Help with any grammar or spelling errors.

3. This is a major one. A few people have commented on my use of tenses. I switch from past, to present, to future tense all the time. It needs to remain consistent so if they could fix or point out when I do that it would be marvelous.

You don’t need prior experience, but is helpful that you do have it. I just need to know that you can be reliable to get back to me within a day or two after I send the chapter. Asylum won’t revolve around smut, as Harry/Severus will actually have a relationship. There will be some sex, but not a lot, and the story will be longer than this and probably longer than Dark Gifts. So if your interested let me know.

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