Happy Christmas!

Disclaimer: I do not own, or claim to own, Harry Potter. All characters, and other related texts are the intellectual property of J.K Rowling, and her associates as the copyright holders. I have made no money from the publishing of this story.

Happy Christmas!

Chapter 1: It begins.

It was a five days before Christmas, and Harry Potter set alone, his heart now broken. Harry's one true love had left, and he didn't blame him. The press had constantly hounded his lover and him. Harry's friends had constantly been whispering to him that he should leave the "greasy Slytherin git", and find someone "more appropriate". The public had scorned Harry's lover when they found out who he was. Finally, Draco Malfoy had had enough, packed his things, and headed for France.

Oh, they had tried to live together, and make a go of it. They had bought a flat in London, and moved in together. However, they found that they couldn't go outside for the reporters, nor go into any wizarding village without being harassed. They had both become a prisoner in their own home.

The house elves, much to Hermione's disgust, had to do everything for the two young wizards. Hermione made sure to remind them both how cruel they were for using them to do their shopping. Now, Harry wasn't on speaking terms with her, or the Weasley's over all their butting in. That was also because they were some of the major contributors of the whispers to him about Draco.

Ginny had really put on a show in Diagon Alley after she had found out about Harry's relationship with the blonde wizard. She went straight to the Daily Prophet to announce that she had been "led on" for years by Harry, and that Harry turned out to be a "vile little queer", and a 'dirty little shirt-lifter". She then told them who Harry's love interest actually was, and that began all their problems with the public.

Harry had cried a lot this day, well actually sobbed would be the better term. Draco had been gone for two days, and Harry's heart was aching. He thought about everything that had happened over their year together at the flat, and finally something deep inside him shattered and broke. He quit crying, and a maniacal laugh emerged from his lips. The look in his eyes was cold and calculating now, and one word was on his mind, revenge. A smirk formed on his lips, he got up from his empty bed, and began to pace the room.

Oh, Harry knew how fickle the wizarding world was, and how they had always turned on him at the drop of a hat, but yet, he had stubbornly stayed. Well, he had a big surprise for them all, a Christmas gift if you will, to give them all on the day before everyone would celebrate with their loved ones. "Let's see how they all get along without me, and my wealth", Harry muttered. He then set down at his desk to write out a plan of action. After he finished dotting the final I, and crossing the final T, he began to get dressed in an all black outfit and cloak.

Later that night, Harry broke into a muggle military, high explosive armory bunker, and helped himself to some supplies. "When I go out, I might as well go out with a bang"! Harry said with a snicker, as he shut the large steel doors behind him upon his exit.

0-0

The next morning, Harry dressed in his finest dress robes, and proceeded to apparate to Diagon Alley. He then made his way swiftly to Gringotts, scowling at everyone in his path. Once inside, he made his way to the first teller he saw.

"I am here to see Mr. Griphook. Can you tell him Harry Potter is here"? Harry asked.

The goblin behind the counter looked up quickly, and saw the scar on his forehead, then quickly crawled off his stool, and went into an office at the back of the bank. Finally, after several minutes, the goblin came back out and escorted Harry into the office of Gurlknok Griphook, Gringotts president, head goblin, and Harry's account manager.

"Hello Mr. Griphook, sorry to bother you today, but I am here to check up on my business with the bank, and my total shares I have with you". Harry explained.

"Good, good Mr. Potter. I take it you would like to invest more into the bank today, and maybe donate some to your usual charities"? Griphook asked with a greedy glint in his eye.

Goblins were goblins, and Harry hadn't forgotten about Griphook and the Gryffindor sword. "Well Mr. Griphook, how many controlling shares do I have in Gringotts today? I would like to know that before I answer your other questions". Harry stated evenly.

Griphook called forth Harry's file, gave it a once over, and handed it to Harry. "If you look at the middle line Mr. Potter, you will see that you now hold 88% of the Gringotts shares. In other words, you almost own and control Britain's sole wizarding bank, along with its other branches. Now, what can I do for you"?

When Harry started to answer, there was a knock at the door, and the same teller stuck his head inside. "Mr. Griphook, Mr. Potter's barrister is here to be with him. May I send him in"?

"Tell him to come in". Harry said, cutting off Griphook before he could answer, and both goblins were now frowning at Harry's uncouth attitude.

A moment later, a tall slender wizard strolled into the room carrying a worn, leather briefcase. He was up in years, but was a shark when it came to the financial markets. Needless to say, the Goblins despised him. "Mr. Potter, I came as soon as I could. I am sorry you had to start without me, how far has the meeting gone"?

Harry quickly stood and shook the old wizards hand. "Ah, Mr. Brikkens, I'm glad you're here. We have just started, and Mr. Griphook was showing me that I now owned 88% of the shares in this bank". Harry finished as he handed over the parchment to Brikkens.

Brikkens studied over the parchment and handed it back to Griphook. "Actually, that is incorrect, that total is from the beginning of the week. You now own 91% of them, and now have enough votes to do as you wish". Brikkens stated with a wolfish grin as he dug into his briefcase, dug out the required stock certificates, and handed the stack to Harry.

Griphook had to sit back in his seat at this, as he observed the two wizards in front of him. "Mr. Potter, it seems that you quiet well control this bank now. How may I help you today, now that Mr. Brikkens is now here"?

After both wizards took their seats, Harry turned to Griphook. "Mr. Griphook, I am taking my money from this bank, and I am transferring it to a bank on the mainland. I request that all my shares be cashed in at once, and I demand the payment immediately". Harry stated in an amused voice.

Griphook had to sit back at this announcement, as he was flabbergasted. He tried to speak, but he couldn't come up with any words. He quickly grabbed a glass of water on the table a drank it quickly, then caught his breath. "Mr. Potter, surely you don't mean this! It will cripple the wizarding economy in Britain, and close this bank. We don't even have the galleon's on hand to pay off the certificates, it's out on loan"!

Harry looked Griphook square in the eye, then gave a wolfish grin. "Oh I assure you, I DO mean it. I want every loan called in as due today, no later than tomorrow. If they are not paid in full, I want foreclosures placed on every property that can't pay up. I want them kicked out on their worthless arses, and the property auctioned off to repay their debt to me, and this bank. I want my vaults transferred today, to the bank listed on the forms that Mr. Brikkens has just handed you. If not, I will personally fire every employee of this bank today, do I make myself perfectly clear"?

Griphook looked like a fish floundering out of water until he finally spoke again. "But Mr. Potter, the economy will collapse, and the Ministry of Magic will shut it doors, as they will not have the funds to operate. You just can't do this; it's impossible! It's Christmas for Merlin's sake"!

"Oh it is possible Mr. Griphook, I assure you. Mr. Potter has filed all the necessary papers, and has done all he needs to do. If you value your job, you had better act now, and not wait another minute". Brikkens said as he eyed the Goblin as if he were a smelly dog turd on the sidewalk. "By the way, there are fifteen high-security carriages waiting in Diagon Alley to transport Mr. Potters gold to his other bank. I assume we will have no problems with the other goblins helping to load them"?

Griphook squirmed in his seat at this, then looking at the two wizards before him, and with a sickly green cast now across his skin, he spoke. "No sir, not at all. Please follow me to the vaults". He then squirmed out of his seat, and led the two wizards out of the office.

It was a massive undertaking as dozens of goblins wheeled out the gold galleons in wheelbarrows to the carts in the alley. The wizarding public looked on with fear in their eyes as they watched all the gold leaving the bank. The Daily Prophet reporters ran outside with their cameras, only to have them taken from them by the armed guards, and smashed before their very eyes in the street. It didn't take long for the news to travel to the ministry, and several representatives, along with the Minister for Magic, apparated to the alley to see what was actually taking place. What they saw made their jaws drop in disbelief, and fear course through their veins. When they got their wits back about them, they stormed into the bank, and into Mr. Griphook’s office.

"What in Merlin’s name is going on here"? Kingsley Shacklebolt shouted, and then saw Harry Potter leaning back in a chair, with his feet lying upon the bank president’s desk. "Harry, do you know"?

Harry turned in his chair to look at Kingsley then. "Oh yes, I very well do know. I am closing my accounts, and cashing in my stock today. It's a shame that it will cripple everyone, but I frankly don't give a flying fuck about this wizarding world any more. You see, I fought your battles for you, me just a child. What thanks did I get? As soon as I found the love of my life, I was shat upon again, and that was the last time. So really, I don't give a damn about what happens to anyone now". Harry said, and turned back to the window he had been gazing out of.

Kingsley looked over to Griphook then. "What does this mean Mr. Griphook"?

Griphook cleared his throat then spoke up in a rather higher pitched voice than normal. "You see minister, Mr. Potter now owns 91% of the outstanding shares in this bank, and was also its largest depositor. By removing his gold, and calling in his shares, he has bankrupted this bank. We have no other choice than to call in all debts and loans as of today, to be paid in full no later than tomorrow, and that includes the Ministry of Magic's outstanding debt. If anyone defaults, any property will be foreclosed on, and will be sold off at auction to the highest bidder".

Kingsley was known as a patient man, but this completely floored him. "Harry, you can't do this! The ministry will have to completely shut down! The public will lose everything, a huge number losing the very homes they live in! Hell, it's almost Christmas"!

At this, Harry sat silent, but Mr. Brikkens answered for him. He unrolled a parchment, and began to read it with earnest. "Mr. Potter has no direct comment from henceforth. He has filed all the necessary papers with the government, through my office, to make sure that everything was completely legal. He has also filed a restraining order against the Ministry of Magic, restraining any ministry employee from engaging him in any form of communication whatsoever, and they must keep a distance of one thousand yards from him. He has also filed the same order against Hermione Granger, and the entire Weasley family, in particular Ginerva Weasley. He has also filed liable suits with the Wizengamot against the owners, and reporters, of all the major wizarding media sources, including the Daily Prophet, Witch Weekly, and one Mrs. Ginerva Weasley. I have been made his barrister concerning all of this. If you have any questions henceforth, you may contact me personally". Brikkens finished with the toothy grin of a great white shark.

"We will see about this"! Kingsley shouted as he started to storm from the room.

"Oh but minister Shacklebolt, there's not much you can do you see. You never let me finish"! Brikkens calmly stated.

Kingsley stopped in his tracks, turned on the spot, scowl still on his face, and sweat now forming on his bald head. "Yes, what else, I haven't all day here"!

"You see minister, since our Mr. Potter saved all of wizarding Britain from Lord Voldemort, AKA Tom Marvolo Riddle, by winning their duel, he has claimed a wizards life debt against every living witch in wizard residing in Britain. What say you Mr. Potter"?

Harry never turned from the window, and solemnly answered. "I now claim their debts".

As soon as the last word left Harry's mouth, a great surge of magic formed around him and leapt outwards like the wave from a stone dropped in a still pool of water. It washed over everyone as it engulfed Diagon Alley, London, then on out in the country, striking every single witch or wizard, regardless of their age, throughout Britain.

"Now minister, I assume you know what this entails"? Brikkens enquired?

Kingsley had to catch his breath where the magic had struck him. "Yes, I fully know what this means"!

"If you do anything to try to stop Mr. Potter from claiming what is his, you are breaking one of the most sacred bonds in our society. In other words minister, you will be cursed from that day onwards, and I take it you know what that curse is"? Brikkens asked?

"Yes, cursed to live the existence that I would have if Voldemort had won, until I wither and die". Kingsley bit out. He then turned on his heel and left, muttering his last words on his way out the door, "There will be riots in the streets"...

"Mr. Brikkens, you have done me a great service today, and I consider your payment on your life debt paid in full". Harry said as the magic acted, relieving his barrister of the debt to him. "I assume you have taken your payment out of my funds already before it was loaded onto the carriages"?

"Yes Mr. Potter, I did, and I thank you. Will you still be needing my services in the future"? Brikkens enquired.

"Yes Mr. Brikkens, I will need a permanent barrister here in Britain, and I would like to pay you a retainer for your services. Please bill me for it, and I will see the gold is transferred accordingly". Harry stated as he turned and shook Brikkens hand. "I would also ask that you walk with me to meet my ride outside the Leaky Cauldron. That is just in case anyone tries to harass me on the way there. Once I am gone, you can then release my official press statement".

Harry Potter strolled out of Gringotts with his head held high, and looked down his nose at every single person in Diagon Alley. They had all felt the ancient magic, and knew within them what had been called upon. Some looked at Harry with fear, some with disgust, and some with loathing, but no one tried to do anything, as they knew they would be cursed. Harry either smirked or sneered at the ones that showed anything but fear. They all watched as Harry was led by his barrister through the Leaky Cauldron, and escorted to the large black Mercedes-Benz limousine that awaited him on the muggle side of the pub. Once Harry was safely inside, he gave the ones that followed one last look, a sneer, and then shook his head as he was driven away. Overhead, fifteen disillusioned carriages carried off tons of gold galleons towards the British shore, and that was only a third of it.

0-0

Harry had already cast the Fidelius charm on his flat the day before, when he had started with his plan of action. He made himself the secret keeper, and had sent out only one address by owl, and to only one person, which was Draco. He knew he wouldn't receive it until a couple of days had passed, as he knew Draco was in the south of France at the Malfoy's villa.

When the limo pulled up to his flat, he got out and proceeded inside. He knew he was not followed, as he had placed wizarding repellent charms for blocks around. He had also warded his entire block with some vile curses that would only affect magical people, but always left them open to his one true love. None of the wards had been tripped, as he would have felt them.

Once inside his flat, Harry toed off his shoes, pulled off his cloak, and waltzed into his sitting room. He grabbed a bottle of brandy, and set back in his large comfortable recliner, the one that Draco had bought him for his birthday. He calmly sipped the snifter of brandy until it was empty as he stared into the fire in his fireplace. Once finished, he called upon his two house elves.

"Kreecher, Winky"! Harry shouted, and both elves popped into sight by his side. "Did you have your friends help you to pack up the Black library, and the other things I had shown you to pack"?

"Yes master Harry, we did sir"! Kreecher exclaimed in his bullfrog voice.

"Winky took care of all you asked Winky to do master Harry. I cleaned everything at the Black house, and Winky covered all the furniture with the sheets you had me to buy. Can Winky be doing anything else for master Harry"?

"Winky, how about you fixing yourself, Kreecher, and I something to eat this afternoon"? Harry asked and Winky popped out to the kitchen. "Kreecher, why don't you rest, you're getting up in age, and I don't want to lose a hero like yourself to a heart attack". Harry said with a grin.

"Kreecher thinks you is as good to him as dear master Regulus was. Thank you master Harry, Kreecher will help Winky some, then rest". Kreecher croaked out, and vanished with a pop.

Harry reclined back in his chair, and with a wave of his hand, turned on the Wizarding Wireless.

".... after Mr. Potters barrister delivered his official statement today, the wizarding worlds stock market came crashing down. The galleons that were invested are now worth nothing but mere knut’s. The bottom has completely fallen out, and hundreds have declared bankruptcy. However, according to Mr. Potter’s barrister, he has already called in his debts first, and will be paid before anyone else gets a single knut. This has caused chaos throughout wizarding Britain, and riots in Diagon Alley, Hogsmeade, and all the smaller wizarding quarters have broken out. Buildings have been ransacked, some even burned to the ground. A majority of the rich pure-blood wizarding families have been decimated, as their coffers were drained to pay off their debts to Gringotts. Some are trying to fight it before the Wizengamot, but have found no help from the Ministry of Magic, as the members of the Wizengamot do not want to be involved. They are all aware of the life debt Mr. Potter has called upon them, and are afraid of the curse. The ministry has been officially shut down, and the doors barred from the general public, until they can calm things down...

"As if they can"! Harry said with a loud snort.

"..... nobody has been able to find Mr. Potter since he left Diagon Alley at mid-day, and nobody can even remembers where he lives. It is as if he has vanished from the face of the earth. An unnamed source at the ministry said that his address has mysteriously disappeared from every document within the ministry itself, though they know it was there yesterday morning. An unnamed unspeakable working in the Department of Mysteries said Mr. Potter was using the Fidelius Charm to stay hidden, and any scrying attempts turned up naught.


"Mr. Potter's barrister said that Mr. Potter has pulled all his money out his numerous vaults, and called in all his debts through Gringotts, which Mr. Potter now controls, because of wizarding Britain’s bigoted and prejudicial views of himself, and his one-time lover, Draco Malfoy. The Malfoy's are not now living in Britain, and were unavailable for comment".

At this, Harry waved his hand and the wireless shut off. He poured himself another snifter of brandy, calmly looked into the fire, and thought. 'Now, that they are in chaos, they will blame the ministry next for not stopping the downfall, which is exactly what I'm hoping for. In the morning, everything should be ready for phase two of my plan. Tomorrow night, there wont be a ministry for them to worry about'.

Harry finished sipping his brandy, stood, and proceeded to the kitchen for his dinner.

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The next morning, Harry saw it was a terrible day outside through his bedroom window. It was foggy outside, and was raining with a mix of snow. 'Good'! Harry thought to himself, 'serves the blighters right. I hope every one of the bastards suffer today for what they cost me'! He then made his way to the kitchen for breakfast.

"Master Harry sir, Winky has gotten you the mornings Daily Prophet sir". Winky said as she handed Harry the paper.

Harry took the paper from Winky with a grin, and set down at the table to eat. He unfolded the paper as he was taking a sip of his coffee, and almost choked on it. On the cover was a picture of Diagon Alley, some of the buildings in ruins, others with their large display windows shattered. It looked to him that only a few were left unaffected. Hardly anyone was in the street except for a few workers boarding up some of the windows. Another smaller picture below it showed Gringotts with a "closed until further notice" sign on the door. The headline read, "Harry Potter, a black day for wizarding Britain". Harry then began to read the tripe he was sure the paper would spread about him.

"It is the papers view that a black time has fell over wizarding Britain, and was caused by none other than Mr. Harry James Potter, when he withdrew his large coffers from Gringotts bank yesterday. He forced payment in full on his 91% stake in the bank, and it was to be paid by no later than today. This has practically consumed every galleon, sickle, and knut that was in circulation in the wizarding public.

"According to the head goblin, Mr. Griphook, the Ministry of Magic is now bankrupt, and half of its real estate is now held by Mr. Potter to pay its debts. The Minister for Magic himself is having to put up his home for sale on the open market to repay the loans he had taken with the bank. He had no comment on the subject when asked. Minister Shacklebolt did state that he had contacted the muggle Prime Minister to see if the crown could send a huge loan into the Ministry of Magic until they could recover.

"The remaining 9% of Gringotts stock is held by the Malfoy family, and they can not be located at this time. It seems that Mr. Potter had just purchased another 3% share of Gringotts stock from Borgin and Burkes, who are located in Knockturn Alley, through his barrister, Mr. Brikkens, only a day before this happened. Mr. Potter it seems, does not care whom he rubs elbows with, nor whom he does business with".

Harry barked out a laugh at the reporter’s antics. "I wouldn't care if it were Voldemort who I bought it from, just to see you lot burn"! Harry then read the remaining sentence of the article.

"This reporter has been made aware by the papers management, that he is not allowed to report anything else on this subject, due to Mr. Potter now having several law suits filed against this newspaper".

Harry finished reading the rag in his hand, wadded it up, threw it into the air, and banished it to the ether. "Ah Winky, what a wonderful breakfast, and what a wonderful day you have made me by bringing me that paper"!

After Harry ate his breakfast, he went to his desk to look over his remaining plans. Afterwards, he knew he had to make a covert trip to Hogwarts before the fun could begin at midnight.

0-0

"Well Albus, It looks like you were right about the wizarding public. I see now why you hid the fact about your sexual proclivities. That's all right, I'm like Fawkes, I may burn, but I will always rise from the ashes. By the way old friend, I will need the elder wand again. I don't figure I will be able to bring it back this time, nor visit again, so I guess this is good bye". Harry softly said as he held his hand over the white marble tomb that contained the remains of Albus Dumbledore.

Harry thought hard and released his magic, and the elder wand returned to his hand. He quickly brought it inside his invisibility cloak, and swiftly walked off the Hogwarts grounds, and disapparated back to his flat.

0-0

At 10:00 PM sharp, Harry Potter entered the underground 'tube' at Charing Cross, and proceeded to the head car under his invisibility cloak. With a swish of the elder wand, every wheel on the cars locked up, thus shutting down two main lines of the tube. Harry then quickly left the station, and made his way to a nearby alley to disapparate.

At 10:20 PM, Harry apparated into an alley, and made his way to the steps of the tube station at Westminster. There, he did the same thing, thus shutting off all the tube around the Ministry of Magic. As soon as Harry came above ground, he disapparated again.

At 10:45 PM, Harry Potter apparated to an alley just over from the red phone booth that was the visitors entrance to the Ministry of Magic. He didn't feel much like trying to flush himself down a toilet this evening, so he would use the booth. Harry stood back to watch for anyone entering or leaving from the visitor’s entrance, or the employee entrance to the ministry. He set back on his haunches, still under his cloak, all the while looking at his watch, and waiting for midnight to come around.

Between 11:00 and 11:30 PM, Harry noticed that not one soul either entered or left from either entrance. That would have been around shift change, and nobody stirred. Harry smirked at this; he would not have many to fight through tonight.

At 11:50 PM, Harry Potter went inside the red phone booth, told them he was Albus Dumbledore, and was a visitor to the ministry. The female voice announced that he was to proceed, and he took his badge from the change slot. The lift then took him down into the atrium of the ministry.

Harry quickly made his way back through the atrium to the Fountain of Magical Brethren. As soon as he stopped to look around, he heard a lift bell ring, and he froze. 'Ah, I tripped the wards', Harry whispered to himself.

Harry watched as the lift opened, and out stepped two auror’s. They were both young wizards, just a little older than Harry, but he couldn't recognize either of them. As the two auror’s stepped forward, Harry carefully aimed the elder wand, and said under his breath "Petrificus Totalus". At this, both auror’s stiffened, and fell backwards with a soft thud on the floor.

Harry then quickly made his way to each, placed a smooth stone in each auror’s hand, and then stood up. "Activate", Harry intoned. The stones glowed in each auror’s palm, and both were swept away with the portkey's they each clutched.

Harry quickly made his way back to the fountain, and held up the elder wand. "Homenum Revelio". Harry incanted as he gave the elder wand a large sweeping wave. He then stepped back and looked up at the offices that ran to the ceiling of the atrium. There were eight levels that one could see from the atrium, counting it as level eight itself. Harry scanned each level with his eyes and didn't see anything, except a form moving on level two.

"Ah right, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement". Harry said to himself. He tried to see if he could view the two lower levels through the floor, but couldn't see anything. "Well, it looks like one more auror so far, and I'm clear".

Harry stepped into the middle lift that the two young auror’s came out of, and pressed the button for level two. When he stepped out, Harry made sure his fathers cloak covered him, it being the other hallow that he now had. He then cast a silencing spell on his trainers, and made his way into the auror department. 'Well look who we have here, John Dawlish', Harry thought.

Harry quietly raised the elder wand, and incanted "Petrificus Totalus" under his breath, and Dawlish stiffened, then fell over his desk.

"What a fuckin’ twat", Harry said with a snort. He then levitated Dawlish up off the floor, and took him back down to the atrium, where he then hid the man in a loo close to the lifts. "I'll be back for you later arsewipe".

Harry then went back to the lift, and hit the button for level nine, the Department of Mysteries. When the lift stopped at the lower level, Harry stepped off and quickly incanted "Homenum Revelio", and then began his search for anyone guarding the rooms.

Harry made his way from hall to hall, and looked at every door to see if he could see any life, and there was none. That is until he made it to the entrance to the revolving room, or the main entrance to the department itself. To anyone else that was looking, they would have only saw an empty stool by the huge door, but Harry saw through the Disillusionment charm, and someone was guarding the entrance.

Again, Harry muttered "Petrificus Totalus", and the hidden body stiffened then fell from the stool. Harry quickly made his way to the body, pointed the elder wand at the unmoving form, and then said "Finite". Arthur Weasley was revealed.

"Damn"! Harry muttered. "One would think that once would be enough"? He then placed another portkey in Arthur's hand, and muttered "Activate". Arthur was taken to the lobby of Gringotts where the two young auror’s now resided.

Harry then turned right and made his way down the stone steps to level ten where he cast the same revealing spell, and found nobody was around courtroom ten. Harry quickly entered the courtroom, and he began his merry mayhem.

First, Harry dropped the bag from his shoulder, and took out two of the shrunken packages he had stolen from the armory. He resized both from their un-shrunken state, and placed one black bag on the minister’s chair behind the podium, and the other on the prisoner’s chair in the middle of the room. He quickly read the instructions on the tag inside the flap on the bag.

"To arm the personal demolition explosive device, twist the red key on the left side, and then pull the safety pin from the middle. Take cover, and use the radio-controlled hand detonator to explode the device". Well that sounds simple enough, Harry thought, and armed both devices. He then fled level ten, and made his way back to the entrance of the Department of Mysteries.

Harry had obtained another knife like the one Sirius had given him, one that would open any lock. He made quick use of it, and opened the door that led into the revolving entry hall. Before he shut the door, he retrieved a can of red spray paint from his bag, and wrote exit on the inside of the door. He then stepped inside, and closed the door. When he did, the room started spinning, and the blue candle flames blurred. He looked around, and the door was now to his right side.

"Now, if I can find the doors I want without ruining this knife too". Harry said to himself as he stepped up to the first door. He tried the knob, and luckily, the door opened. When he stepped inside, he was in the time chamber. The case that held the time turners was now gone, but a smaller one stood in its place that held only three. He quickly opened the door, stole all three, gently wrapped them in a handkerchief, and stored them in his bag. He placed one of the explosive bags under the desk in the room, and then walked back to the entrance. Before he closed the door, he marked the door with a red T.

After the room quit spinning, Harry made his way to the door beside it, and tried the knob. He found it would not budge, so he marked it with a red X. He then tried the next door, which again opened, and found he was now inside the thought chamber, or what he called the "brain room". He armed another device, and placed it under the tank with the brains, steering clear of the open top. As he stepped out, he marked this door with a red painted BR, and then closed it.

The room spun again, and Harry turned to his left, trying the room beside the one he was just in. When he opened this door, he was now standing in the space chamber. This was the one where all the planets orbited as if they were a scale model of the solar system. He quickly armed another device, and placed it in the middle of the room under the sun. "Heh, it'll go super nova before the nights through"! Harry said as he quickly marked the door with a red S, and closed it behind him.

As the room spun then stopped, Harry turned to his right, and went to the door beside the one he just marked. When he opened this one, he was now looking down at the stone steps leading into the death chamber. Harry choked back a sob at this, as flashes of Sirius falling through the stone arch swept through his mind. "Nobody will ever die here again". Harry said as he started walking down into the chamber.

Once at the bottom, Harry quickly armed four devices and placed them around the dais that held the arch. Finally, he built up enough nerve to climb up on the dais, and place a device at each pillar of the arch. He could hear the voices of the dead behind the worn curtain, but made himself not listen to them. Quickly, he turned and fled the chamber. At the door, he marked this door with a red DC, and then closed it.

The room spun again, and he had one door left, and this one he would completely destroy. He tried to knob, but it would not budge either. He pulled the knife and prayed to what ever God would listen for this to work, and not be the room holding love. The knife went into the jamb, and he heard a click, and the door opened. Harry wiped the sweat from his brow, and stepped inside. Here he finally was, in the Hall of Prophecy, and Harry scowled at what he saw. Row after row, shelf after shelf of glass orbs holding prophesies going back hundreds of years, if not more. Harry ran all the way to the back of the large hall, and began unshrinking the demolition devices. In all, he planted twenty in this room, and made damn sure there were no wards against muggle devices that would counter them. He found none and laughed when he thought about how naive they were, thinking that a muggle invention couldn't destroy a wizard’s property. Harry then quickly left the room, shutting the door behind him.

The entrance room spun again, and he found the door he had written exit on. He made sure he couldn't be seen under the cloak, and then cracked the door to peak into the hall. When he didn't see anyone, he quickly left the Department of Mysteries, and entered the lift. Once inside, he pressed every button, and planted the remaining devices on every remaining level. He made sure to place the most in the records department, and the auror’s office.

When Harry had finished, he had ten devices left. He stepped back into the atrium, and placed four at each wall containing the fireplaces for the floo network, one at the apparation point, and one he hung off the wizard statues arm at the fountain. It looked as though the statue was carrying a woman’s purse. Harry then quickly collected Dawlish from the loo, and made his way to the apparation point, where he side-along apparated Dawlish several blocks away from the ministry entrance. Here, he blindfolded Dawlish with a flick of the elder wand, and removed his fathers cloak. He quickly stored it in his jacket, and then dug out the electronic detonator.

"Damn, this is going to be a big bang! I hope those old wards can hold up the streets above it". Harry stated as he twisted the arming key, held his breath, and mashed the large black rubber button on the top with the palm of his hand.

Boom - Boom - Boom!!!!!

The ground shook under Harry's feet, almost knocking him on his arse. Dust came down from the buildings on either side of the alley he was in, and he began to hear sirens blare. He looked out into the street and saw smoke billowing out of the storm drains. At that sign, he figured he had better leave with haste. He quickly grabbed Dawlish by the arm, and disapparated.

Harry apparated next to an alley just across the street from the Leaky Cauldron. He bent over Dawlish, placed his wand at his head and muttered "Obliviate", completely washing the night’s proceedings from Dawlish's memory. He then cast "Finite" and the Petrificus spell was reversed, along with the blindfold.

As Dawlish set up, with a vacant expression on his face, Harry pointed his wand at Dawlish again. "Imperio", Harry muttered. "John Dawlish, you will walk to the Leaky Cauldron, go inside, ask for Tom the barman, and order a full bottle of firewhiskey. You will drink exactly half the bottle, and find a booth. In that booth, you will go to sleep until the morning. When you wake up, you will proceed to Gringotts bank, and then release the two auror’s, and Arthur Weasley from the Petrificus Totalus hex. You will not remember anything other than what happened in the Leaky Cauldron".

Dawlish nodded his head at this, got up from the ground, and walked toward the Leaky Cauldron. Harry shook his head at the auror, 'Hell, I used that curse twice during the war, might as well not be afraid to use it again". Harry then turned on his heel and disapparated back to his flat.



Sorry for the delay on the story; The Rebellion. I have been under the weather because my doctor has changed some of my pain meds, so I haven't felt like updating it. I will though after I write the second and final chapter of this story. It will be ready tomorrow evening, on Christmas night. Have yourselves a great Christmas eve!