Embracing His True Self

Chapter 84


"Why are you helping me?" Antonin asked, as they stared ahead of the property that housed his sister and her family that was winking in the distance. Both walking towards it, their magic feeling out the area to ensure they didn't accidentally trip the wards for any reason. He hadn't told his sister he was coming, per Harry's request. "Especially considering how…I acted in the beginning." He'd been extremely suspicious and disturbed by the revelation. He hadn't done anything about it, naturally, but he'd made his displeasure known he was sure. He had valued his own life better than antagonising the wizard who had the most amount of power with the exception of his lord.

Others had been more vocal, none more than Bellatrix no-last-name, who had paid a very heavy price. Knowing Harry had wrenched her magic from her had dutifully terrified everyone enough to lay off the boy entirely. Gave them a whole new respect for the teen…some even began to realize that perhaps he was as dark as claimed, and there side would win and it wasn't some sort of plan cocked up by Dumbledore and the light side. Who could actually blame them for thinking such a thing? It had been Harry Potter after all, he was the epitome of all things good and light, he'd followed Dumbledore around like a little duckling for Merlin's sake.

"I don't have ulterior motives if that's what you mean," Harry said wryly, as they moved at a brisk pace. The colder weather was really beginning to set in, but thankfully with warming charms in their robes, they were able to remain comfortable and warm.

"No, I was…just curious I guess, my lord," Dolohov murmured, "She's…been lost to me for so long…I was…surprised to say the least when you began asking questions about her." His fondness for his sister evident, as he phrased his words with carefulness.

"Ugh, don't call me that unless you really have to," Harry waved off the title, the respect he desired the title, he could do without. Someone could use the title and not respect the person they're using the term on, while respect…meant a whole lot more to him. "Harry will do, Potter if you must."

"You didn't answer my question," Dolohov pointed out mildly. Wondering if it was by design, "How did you find out about her?" belated realizing it had to be one of the old circle for him to have been aware. The younger generation knew nothing, and he doubted their parents spoke about his sister even in passing.

"She came up in a conversation I was having about Arthur Weasley," Harry said slowly and carefully, stopping in his tracks, watching Dolohov's reaction.

His gaze shuttered, nostrils flaring, his hatred for Arthur Weasley obvious in every line of his face. Then naturally, he remembered the potions before he deflated, the only person responsible for what happened was Molly bloody Weasley and Albus Dumbledore.

"Voldemort filled in the rest, it was before the news broke of the potions, naturally," Harry explained, as they began walking again.

"Oh, Merlin…you're not actually going to try and get them together?" Dolohov asked aghast, "She's married…as much as it turns my stomach…there is no such thing as a real divorce in the magical world…not with the marriage she has." Her parents had been so desperate to see her married in a suitable marriage that they'd left her stuck. Even when he became the Lord of the Dolohov estate…there was nothing he could do for her, that family

"No, but there's such a thing as a widow," Harry said coldly, just imagining what that wizard could be doing to his defenceless wife, who regretfully wasn't only stuck in a different country. When a witch elects not to attend her parents funeral and never invites her brother over…it spoke of something seriously wrong. From what Dolohov said, it wasn't because the brother and sister didn't get on, no, they'd had a really close relationship.

Dolohov inhaled sharply, stopping, staring at Harry's back, "Are you serious?" not sure how he felt about that at all. He'd imagined it for so many years, desired it, but he'd sworn…to kill him meant his death…and then he'd never be able to keep his sister safe.

Harry stopped when it became clear Dolohov wasn't going to move. "You might not be able to do a damn thing, but I can." He retorted firmly, nothing in his gaze suggested he wasn't one hundred percent serious.

Swallowing thickly, "But why?" he asked, incredulously, he didn't even know his sister…none of this made any sense.

"Tell me…Ant…why did you not get one of your friends or acquaintances to do something? You know a lot of people who wouldn't have had a problem doing you a favour…" that part had indeed confused him.

Dolohov startled at the nickname, "Umm…" brain momentarily offline, before it kicked into high gear. "We all went underground so to speak, we couldn't risk putting a foot out of line…if we were caught doing anything our other crimes could come to light…not that it helped me, I ended up in Azkaban anyway because of Igor Karkaroff."

"Oh, I forgot you ended up in Azkaban…you didn't seem affected as much as everyone else…" he admitted.

"I did not return until I was useful to my lord," Dolohov admitted, he remained in his manor, visited by Grant, did everything he suggested to get himself better. Took whatever potions he asked and did the exercises.

"You have other family don't you?" Harry asked, gesturing for him to begin walking again.

"Yes, a half brother Denniston," he admitted, "I have a nephew Ralph Dolohov as well. When I was imprisoned they were…on their own. They couldn't access the funds, they had never been added to the vaults. I'm surprised you know…I kept it quiet, he's a squib. The boy Ralph, my nephew is a wizard, a half-blood, he's due to begin Hogwarts in a few years," he intended to pay for his nephews tuition.

"They know you're still alive?" Harry asked, not sure why he was surprised.

"They do, the family magic will ensure that," Dolohov admitted, as they begun walking up the hill. The property looming closer as they moved upwards. "I only found out about him after my parents deaths, they abandoned him in an orphanage when he displayed no signs of magic…and I believe altered my own memories so that I did not remember having a brother." Something which still stung to this day. His brother was developer of computer programmes whatever that meant, and he made a lot of money and technically didn't need his help, but it was expensive, the Hogwarts tuition, and as the Head of the family, it was his responsibility to see to everyone in his family, squib or not.

"Still, why do you want to help?" Dolohov was becoming increasingly annoyed by his dodging of the subject.

"Because I can," Harry said effectively stunning Dolohov. "Look…I want to try and undo some of the damage that Dumbledore caused. He's fucked with a lot of people's lives and I just want to make the ones that can still be changed…change." There were too many permanently altered by Dumbledore's actions or dead.

Dolohov made a little noise in answer as they continued to walk. The vineyard finally noticeable, it looked as though it was thriving, house-elves busy at work, collecting the grapes presumably getting ready for the newest batch of wine. The estate looked well kept, they weren't hurting financially it seemed.

"You ever been here?" Harry asked.

"No, the last time I saw her she met me away from the estate…it was just after our parents funeral, I was furious that she hadn't come…I thought she was angry at them…I was an idiot." Dolohov admitted bitterly. Perhaps if he hadn't met her angry things might have gone a little differently…although he doubted it, she would have still been pregnant.

Dolohov paused in his moving when he noticed a child at the front of the estate. A little girl, barely looked a day over seven-years-old. His breathing hitched, she looked like a carbon copy of his sister at that age. Had one of her kids had a child already? Was she a grandmother? Did he have a great niece?

"We can't go any farther without alerting them," Harry commented, watching everything he could see moving around the estate. "Do you even know what the wizard does? Does he even work?"

"I have absolutely no idea," he confessed glumly, narrowing in on another figure that of a young girl, maybe eighteen, nineteen-years-old. Platinum blonde hair, definitely not one of his sisters children, none of them had platinum blonde hair, he'd gotten a few pictures before he ended up in Azkaban and she definitely wasn't amongst them. "She's not my sisters daughter."

"Hmm, then we have no idea if he's there or not," Harry sighed, resigned to having to wait.

"Does it matter?" Dolohov asked, his desire to just trip the wards were strong. He wanted to see his sister, he'd came this far after all.

"Yup, the wards are rather strong," Harry informed him, "The only ones that would remain unaffected are the offspring of the wizard and your sister…not even your sister would be unaffected by the wards… unless we're invited in, but I doubt that will happen." Nobody was insane enough to invite someone into their manor and passed the wards.

"What do you suggest? Ask her to meet us somewhere else?" Dolohov half-asked half-suggested, he didn't want to leave now that they'd begun this mission. He hoped and prayed that Harry wasn't going to give in now.

"I think…" before he could finish another voice spoke.

"Who the hell are you?" came the voice right behind them, sounding rude and demanding.

Antonin and Harry spun around, wand out, before relaxing somewhat. It was the girl from before, the one that Dolohov said wasn't his sisters daughter.

Dolohov was seconds away from Obliviating the witch, when Harry spoke.

"I'm here for a meeting with Alexandre Masse of course, unfortunately the owl reached me in less than stellar state. Which was ill-fated, I have no idea where and when we were to meet." Harry said, sighing in irritation, "My name is Lord Black-Potter, this is my bodyguard Ant, it's a pleasure to meet you, and I apologise profusely for intruding." Deliberately scratching his head and unveiling his scar.

Predicable her eyes widened in shocked delight, "Oh! Please! Think nothing of it, I apologise for earlier…" flushing red realizing how rude she'd been to the Harry Potter of all people.

Antonin glanced briefly at Harry, wondering at the lack of last name, but going along with it.

"I have little doubt Alexandre is extremely busy," Harry said sounding tired. "If you would let him know to rearrange our meeting…?"

"No, please, come in, he'll be home for lunch," she insisted, "Oh, my apologies I'm Catherine Boivin, I go by Kate, I'm sure you've heard Alex mention me?" she positively beamed in delight at having met and greeted Harry Potter, utterly ignoring Dolohov as if he was insignificant.

Dolohov clenched his fists, gritting his teeth disliking immensely how she was speaking. Glancing down unobtrusively, to see Harry gripping his hand tightly, giving it a reassuring squeeze. He suspected Harry was telling him to keep his mouth shut.

"I do indeed," Harry reassured her, lying through his teeth, and unsurprisingly, they were accepted through the wards…there was something seriously wrong here. Who was she? Where was Antonin's sister? Who was she to Masse? It was a mystery that needed solving and quickly.

Dolohov swore under his breath, but not loud enough for her to hear. What was she doing expecting to be spoke about? It wasn't right to speak about someone that you weren't married to or your children. Who the hell was she? He very much disliked where this was going.

The girl, unaware of the predator in Dolohov that's just dying to grip his hands around her neck and choke the life out of her idiotically invited them onto the Masse estate.

Harry barely listened to her prattling on about this and that, as they were led through the grounds. He was more interested in the actual grounds itself, the House-elves looked exhausted he realized upon closer inspection of them. It made his lips thin in displeasure, he detested abuse especially against children, animals or House-elves.

"How long do they work?" Harry asked, gesturing flippantly towards the House-elves, cutting her off mid speech, quite frankly not caring about her conversation.

She glanced him way confused, before looking at the House-elves as if she hadn't even registered their presence. "Um, from six o'clock in the morning until nine o'clock at night." She said, wondering at his strange behaviour.

"I see," Harry said blankly, "How many breaks do they receive?"

"None," she said, definitely giving him an odd look, what a strange man asking about house-elves and breaks, it just didn't compute that they were having that sort of conversation.

"Is there a Lady Masse?" Dolohov asked, eyes boring into hers, just begging her to talk and not answer his question.

"He's worried about my security," Harry said wryly, shaking his head, relieved when the suspicion was wiped off her face.

"Oh, well, yes, there is," Kate admitted, a look of distaste on her features, "For now,"

"Check the perimeter, and return to me," Harry ordered, or rather barked before Dolohov could give their little game away.

"Yes, Sir," Dolohov said, slouching off, realizing it wasn't 'Harry' talking but rather 'Lord Potter' the Dark Lord's consort and equal. He realized he had best not dismiss his order or argue back, Merlin only knows what the Dark Lord would do if he found out he was dismissive of Harry. they'd been told to treat him like they would treat the Dark Lord or suffer the consequences. Nobody had dared to do it, expect Bellatrix, but it hadn't been the Dark Lord who reacted, it was the young man himself.

"Sorry about him, I know he's rather intimidating," Harry said, grinning at the girl, who was most definitely intimidated but not showing it. "But that's what he's meant to be, after everything that's happened lately I've needed one."

"No, no I get it, I totally understand!" she said positively beaming, "Are you having a party?" as always one for gossip.

"Party?" Harry asked blankly.

"Well, yes, you're ordering wine aren't you? It is the best France has to offer," she said smugly.

"I am ordering wine, yes, but no to the party." Harry explained, "I like to bulk buy items that I enjoy,"

Envy enveloped the girls features, "Yes, I can't wait until I can do the same," glancing up at the manor, a smug look temporarily appearing.

Harry imperceptibly caught her eye and slid effortlessly into her mind, she had absolutely no mind shields whatsoever. It took all of a few moments for understanding to dawn on him, and he slid right back out, she was Alexandre's mistress, he had his wife and mistress staying at the manor. Treated his wife diabolically but his mistress got everything she wanted…except for a ring on her finger. Something it seemed they were setting out to rectify, were already beginning to rectify. The only thing she disliked was the fact he wanted to keep his children, for which she intended to get rid off one way or another. It seemed Arthur Weasley's diagnosis had spurred them on to using the same meticulous method.

Well, something had to be done about that.

"Boivin, who is this?" another figure appeared, this time, there was no doubt to Harry whatsoever that this was Dolohov's sister. She was rail thin, you couldn't even get skin enough to pinch her cheeks, she looked as thought a feather would knock her over. She looked sick, it appeared as if the draught of the living death was already doing it's work.

"Lady Masse," Harry said bowing respectfully, "It's a pleasure to meet you, I apologise for showing up unannounced," utterly ignoring Kate as he paid her the respect she deserved.

"He's here to meet Alex," Kate said haughtily, "I'm showing him to his office."

"Would you do me the honour of having tea with me while I wait?" Harry asked her, "I understand Kate is a busy young woman…whom I've already interrupted this morning. Just to talk about the wine, which I'm sure you probably know a great deal about?" making it clear that it would be very boring indeed to prevent the girl from wishing to stay.

Kate puffed up with self-importance, "I do have things to do," she declared, "If you'll please excuse me…" with that she disappeared.

"So…the wine?" Harry said expectantly.

The next ten minutes were the most boring of Harry's young life, as she did indeed begin speaking about the wine. He allowed it to continue until the doors of the office opened and she ushered him inside. The second she closed the door Harry stated, "You can stop now."

Lady Masse gave harry a rather confused look, suspicion lurking behind her dull eyes.

"My name is Harry Potter, as you no doubt deduced from my accent am from Britain as well." Harry said wryly, "Tell me, are you happy here?"

"Excuse me?" she asked, gaping, why on earth was Harry Potter of all people doing here? It was clear he didn't want the wine or do business.

"Are you happy?" Harry asked softly, green eyes alit with sympathy, wondering if she realized they were trying to kill her.

"My happiness has never been important," she informed him, "Not embarrassing the family is."

"Your family or the Masse's family?" Harry asked bluntly.

"The Masses' are my family now," she echoed as if it had been drummed into her.

"Then you don't care for your brothers? Your nephews?" Harry queried, watching her closely, watching them spark for the first time since he came in.

"Antonin had children?" she asked breathlessly, "I thought he…I thought he died, all of my mail was returning for the longest time…" then of course, out of the blue he began writing again, she suspected it to be a trap perpetrated by her husband…perhaps it wasn't the case at all.

"Antonin and Denniston both had a son each," Harry said, "Denniston had expressed a desire to meet you, he's a single father, a widow, his wife is gone and he wanted his son to have at least some female interaction that's family."

"Denniston…that's the name my parents chose for a second son…how would you know that?" Anthea gaped, feeling faint, but before she could get too busy, Harry's hand was out and guiding her towards the chair, letting her sit down.

"Your parents Obliviated you and Antonin about your brother Denniston, he was a squib," Harry explained, kneeling in front of her. "Your brother has missed you so very much…I have a surprise for you."

Her eyes lit up, "You brought pictures with you?" not thinking of her husband's reactions to this little meeting right now, too desperate for information from her family. The family she'd been forced to abandon by her husband all those years ago. Now she was being replaced by a girl that was barely out of school.

A swift knock on the door had her tensing in fear, you could sense it coming off her never mind actually see it.

"No, I've done one better," Harry said quietly, "Just stay there," he said reassuring her, before he swiftly stood and allowed Dolohov entrance.

"D-d-dolphie," Anthea gasped lurching to her feet and throwing herself at her brother.

Strong arms wrapped around her in turn, not at all embarrassed by the name she'd used. The nickname she'd used because she heard so many people using his last name instead of Antonin. He didn't mind then and most certainly didn't mind now, he was almost trembling with relief that she was still alive…so convinced that her husband had killed her.

She absolutely crumbled, her brother holding her up, being her rock, giving her a hug…something she hadn't felt in so long. Tears rained down her face, as she sobbed, she'd remained strong and stoic for so long, but it was unrealistic to expect it forever.

Antonin crooned softly into her ear, unable to believe he was there, that his sister was blessedly alive and in his arms.

Harry watched them with a wistful look on his face, for a second, just one second, imagining having a sibling. Then reality slapped him in the face, they would have just either endured what he did…or worse they would have been separated with Dumbledore's plans for him…he would never have seen her let alone managed to bond with any of them the way they two had during childhood and teenage years. Harry wouldn't have wished his childhood on his worst enemy…except maybe Dumbledore himself, but that definitely didn't count.

"I want you and the kids to come back to Britain with me," Antonin urged his sister. His mind trailing off back to that woman.

"What? No," she shook her head very reluctantly, she couldn't just up and leave her husband, no matter how often she dreamed of it, or wishing she'd allowed her brother to do what he wanted back then.

"Then you had best start planning your funeral," Harry said with deceptive mildness, ignoring Dolohov's angry hiss at his threat.

"And your children," Harry said pensively, turning to face outside of the manor, "Your husband and his mistress are already killing you. You've been feeling weak? Tired? Hair falling out? Muscle strain? Unable to sleep peacefully…"

Anthea froze, turning to face Harry who was staring out of the window. "How do you…" she'd assumed she was pregnant, well, everything except the hair falling out, she knew the familiar feeling of being pregnant after all.

"Those are the effects that Draught of the living death have on someone," Harry commented, still staring out of the window, "Given in smaller amounts…it would have taken a year or so the doze they were giving you, but in the end your internal organs would have systematically packed in."

Dolohov tightened his hold on his sister, fear consuming him, he was not leaving here without her.

"The woman already has designs on your children despite the fact your husband seems to genuinely love them," Harry commented, "Jealous is a rather…ugly emotion and it brings out the worst in people."

Anthea inhaled sharply, "She what?" anger and rage exuding from the woman, going from tired fearful victim to a warrior. Her children had been threatened, she would protect them from all things that would see harm brought to them.

Harry turned to face her, a small smirk hovering over his mouth, ah, she wasn't completely broken by her husband then. She still had claws after all, hmm, he wondered what Arthur's real personality was like…and if they were equally matched…"What was Arthur Weasley like when you knew him?" speaking without thinking.

"W-what?" Anthea swallowed thickly, stunned by the abrupt change in subject.

"Arthur Weasley, what was he like? Did he like Muggle things? was he quiet?" those two things were fundamentally who Arthur Weasley was, in his view, since that's all he knew…and wondered how much of it was what Molly had wanted.

"What he was like?" she echoed, "He's gone?" Anthea asked, saddened to the core, despite his betrayal she still cared for the wizard she'd known.

"Oh, no, he's very much alive…so to say," Harry reassured her, "I just wanted to know what he was like when he was younger." Giving Antonin a look, apparently she wasn't getting the Daily Prophet or any other newspaper, she truly was cut off from everything and everyone. Fury was practically frothing out of Antonin's mouth.

Anthea smiled, "Fierce, determined, loving, independent and he did love Muggle items, it was an odd quirk of his, he loved to know what it is that they did."

"Fierce?" Harry mouthed, that was definitely not something he'd have associated with Arthur Weasley. "Have you been reading the news lately? Considering you thought the correspondence between yourself and your brother was your husband…it's safe to say you've not been reading it for a good long while…why you cannot feel the family magic is another mystery."

Antonin was startled to hear that, she thought it was her husband?

"I don't know anything that's been happening, I can't even turn on the Wizarding Wireless," she confessed.

Harry frowned darkly, pondering on whether to give the woman a choice or if he should make it for her. She was clearly well under his thumb, his control. "Arthur Weasley was the recipient of a potent love potion, Amortentia. It was never his idea to end things with you…he's recovering in St. Mungo's right now after being under it for the past two decades. Molly Weasley had begun poisoning him with the Draught of the living death, killing him slowly…something I believe that your husband and his mistresses have taken the idea from and begun using it on you."

A throaty growl leaving Dolohov's mouth, already imagining the numerous ways he could kill the son of a bitch at the reminder of what he was doing.

"Considering your brothers already served time in Azkaban…I won't let him be returned there for trying to help you then claiming kidnap." Harry stated firmly, "Don't you snarl at me Ant, you haven't seen her for twenty years! And honestly…having the same crap shoved down your throat for that length of time…her perception of loyalty might be slightly screwed. She wont and cant leave until she's ready to go, otherwise everything would be for nothing she'd just come scurrying back here…its what happens." Stressing it out, green eyes gleaming sadly, it was the truth of it really.

Dolohov's mouth twisted in displeasure, clearly sensing the truth in his Lord's words. He didn't have any experience himself, but it seemed Harry did. "I'll look after you and the kids, get you a nice place, pay for anything you want, your own vault, your freedom and independence…just come with me."

"If not for yourself…but for your kids," Harry commented, "That girl…won't give up until she gets what she wants and that's you and your children out of the day." He had to be harsh to remind her of the consequences of her actions if they wanted to do this clear cut.

"I…" she muttered so utterly overwhelmed, part of her feared this was all a trick…that she'd just end up right back where she started. That she'd suffer and be punished severely for even thinking of this.

"If you agree naturally he has to die," Harry said coldly, "The woman, Kate, too,"

"I'll end up in prison," she squeaked out, giving absolutely no protest to her husband being murdered, it spoke volumes.

"Oh, you won't," Harry snorted derisively, "You just found out about your younger brother, the memory charms just so happened to wane. You and your kids are going to go and visit Denniston and your nephew Ralph, and naturally your new head the Dolohov estate who took over after Antonin passed away, Antony Dolohov," they all used similar names so not to end up confused if they were called out to in public. Only those who had been imprisoned in Azkaban had new ID's, naturally, so they could live their lives at least until their status was reversed but Harry didn't think that would be happening now. His mind already going over everything that needed to be done.

"You devious little shit, I'm staying," Dolohov blurted out, refusing to let Harry get revenge on those who had hurt his sister. "I just can't kill him…nobody said anything about a little spot of torture…" eagerness overwhelming his senses. It had been a long time since he was able to let loose his sadistic tendencies. Ever since the Dark Lord had returned…he hadn't gotten to do anything.

"You'll return home if I tell you to," Harry stated firmly, giving him a look that booked no argument. It was something Voldemort had told him to do. Always be firm, stick to your guns but if you wished to relent, always make it sound as though you were doing them a massive favour so they felt indebted.

Anthea glanced from Harry to her brother, feeling like she was missing something. She wasn't used to people talking to her brother like that, even two decades away from him she remembered how people were with his presence.

"Allow me to help, please," it cost Dolohov a great deal of pride to plead with his Lord's consort, but he did it. Family was worth bowing and scraping for, in his book.

Harry sighed, brow dipping in thought, before the answer came to him quite easily, a wry smirk on his face, "How do you feel about the frivolous use of time-turners?" he asked slyly.

Antonin's returning grin was positively blood thirsty, "Oh, I'm all for it," he declared all teeth.

Harry let out a bark of laughter, "Go take care of Kate, knock her out naturally so magic isn't registered on her. Return to the manor, tell the Dark Lord you wish to use a time-turner go back exactly one hour. Inform your brother what's happening, either you all meet in Dolohov estate or you go to the brothers place but make haste." He informed Dolohov grimly, turning to Anthea and spoke softly, "You gather enough belongings for a few days for you and all your kids that are still here. Mark a note in your journal, diary and calendar about visiting your brother. Take pictures…make it look real, do you understand? The Aurors will question you and you must make this trip look legitimate and not last second after you 'killed your husband and his mistress' got it?" to make it seem as though she wasn't making an alibi.

Anthea nodded.

"Wait, does anyone even know that Kate lives here?" Harry asked thoughtfully before Anthea could take more than a few steps.

"I'm not sure," she admitted. She'd never been outside the manor in such a long time, not even to do any shopping. Not that she had the funds for that, her husband controlled everything, what she wore, where she went, what she read, the money, she couldn't do anything.

"Never mind, go ahead," Harry said waving them off, "Once you return we'll wait for Alexandre and set the stage." It would take too much effort to make 'Kate' disappear entirely, especially if people knew that the bastard had taken on a mistress.

Dolohov's grin was savage, he gave a single nod, a new respect for his Lord's consort blooming.


"Who are you really? What do you want?" Kate asked, trembling as she cowered in the corner of her lovers office. Having just come around after being knocked on the head, the back of her head was throbbing in agony, every time she moved, twitched, breathed, it felt as though fire was flaring through her body. "Alex will give you anything…anything you want." She choked shuddering at the look she gained, jerking when the bodyguard spoke having just came in and heard her apparently.

"Awww does poor little Katy regret letting us in?" Dolohov cooed, which looked so wrong against his feral features. "She doesn't believe you're Harry Potter…" he snorted derisively the 'who are you really?' finally registering.

"Would you?" Harry asked amused. Wondering whether Alexandre took his lunch at twelve o'clock or one, it twelve he had only ten minutes to wait…if one, well an entire hour and ten minutes to go. "I suppose that's the one thing I have to thank Dumbledore for really…such an impeccable reputation that nobody would believe it if they saw or heard it." a wicked grin on his face.

"Please…just let me go?" she asked tearfully, "I won't tell anyone I swear…please…please just let me go?"

"You know…I would have let you go with an obliviate if not for one single reason," Harry commented, cocking his head to the side, "If you had not been poisoning someone."

She blanched, "No, no, no, nononnonono it was Alexandre's idea, it was all his idea," she sobbed, pleading with her eyes, "Please, it was all him, I swear!"

"I didn't introduce you to Ant properly did I? How rude of me," Harry said wryly, "Kate…I can still call you Kate can't I? May I introduce you to Antonin Dolohov? Convicted Death Eater, escaped Azkaban convict, and Anthea's big overprotective brother…you can call him Ant though…I do." He said smugly.

Kate paled drastically, honestly she made ghosts look like they had more colour.

"You've spent too long in the company of Barty," Antonin commented his entire face filled with amusement. He was the one that liked to play word games with his victims, although he was by no means an expert like the Dark Lord himself…now he was amazing at causing fear through words alone.

Harry made a 'pft' sound and waved the comment off, "How did your brother react?"

"He and Ralph are already in Dolohov manor," Antonin said wryly, as was his other self, which was really weird to contemplate, but they all needed an alibi for what was to come. "He better get back soon." he grumbled, he only had exactly one hour before he would need to return to Dolohov estate to ensure their alibi's remained rock solid.

Harry hummed in agreement, it wouldn't be a good idea to use the time-turner too many times. It wasn't worth the risk of Antonin running afoul of himself.

"Crucio!" Dolohov spat at the girl huddled in the corner.

Harry frowned, turning to face the scene, he didn't like to see anyone tortured, he disapproved it of actually. He knew he couldn't change everyone…or everything. Yet she wasn't an innocent…she sort of did deserve some manner or hurt for what she'd been doing to Anthea. It was a bit hypocritical really, considering all the spells he'd actually created caused a whole lot more pain than the Cruciatus curse.

"You disapprove?" Dolohov commented, after he stopped, he had forgotten how much his ears rang after listening to someone screaming under the Cruciatus curse for so long.

"Please….please….please," she begged Harry, her hand extended, hopeful that he would save her.

"A little, especially those who don't deserve it," Harry admitted with a shrug, "Of which she isn't, but do remember you only have now…fifty-five minutes before we leave here, make it fifty, it will take at least five minutes to scrub our presence here." now to set it up to look like a burglary gone wrong…he began to round up anything of value in the office.

"What are you doing?" Dolohov asked, "Crucio!" he swiftly cast as the girl tried to crawl away on her hands and knees, now really? Did she think she was going to get away by crawling? Only for a few seconds so he could hear Harry's reply as he rummaged around in the drawers.

"Having it look like thieves, a burglary gone wrong…it will be presumed they thought the place was empty with Anthea and the kids off to visit family for the next few days…didn't expect her or Alexandre to come back…in their panic they killed them." logic wasn't wizards strong points now was it? Grabbing a few money pouches, filled with galleons, Anthea could get them. Everything else though, that he picked up, regardless of value was going to be burnt.

"Well alright," Dolohov agreed, nodding.

"Do what you like to her, I'm going to gather up everything I can to make it more convincing," Harry told him, making his way out of the office, making a beeline for Kate's quarters, which were right next to Alexandre's and his wife's were next door to the left.

He wasn't surprised to find the room filled to the brim with all sorts of things a woman would love. Vials of extremely expensive perfumes, jewellery boxes filled with jewellery, closest filled with the latest fashion, shoes lined the bottom, hats, cloaks the whole thing. Most of which were imbued with tracking charms which he dismantled immediately. The thought of burning them when there were so many people struggling didn't sit right with him…plus, how would anyone know they were hers exactly? Perhaps he could 'gift' them to the less fortunate and see to it that they got some money out of it or kept it.

Anthea's room was a stark contrast, bare necessities, bed wardrobe, some clothes and that was it, it made him feel sick to his stomach that anyone could treat their wives like this. Still, he made it seem like things had also been taken from there, as random bouts of screaming interrupted his task.

Antonin was having way too much fun down there. She certainly deserved it, for what she was planning.

The main bedroom…however, was definitely the most filled, it appeared that Alexandre liked to have the best of everything. He took everything of value, aftershaves, money, the five boxes of jewellery, all the clothes, cloaks, portraits until the room looked thoroughly ransacked. He scrubbed the room of any hint of his magic so that it couldn't be picked up by the Aurors.

His hearing picked up yelling as he walked out of the main bedroom, apparently it seemed Alexandre Masse had finally at long last joined them. He quickened his pace, making haste towards the office, trusting Antonin to keep order on his own, but wishing to see what was going down.

He rounded into the office, to see Alexandre pointing his wand at an amused Dolohov crouched over the shaking form of his mistress. "Accio!" and with that Alexandre was wandless.

"You don't recognize me?" he asked amused, answering what was presumably a predictably 'who are you' question probably followed by 'what do you want'.

Glancing at the time, "Twenty-five minutes," Harry commented, "I'd rather it was twenty to be honest,"

"Who the hell are you? And what are you doing in my house?" more furious than terrified at this stage, as he tried to rouse his unconscious girlfriend.

"Not even going to ask about your wife?" Harry asked darkly, his lips curling in disgust, quite frankly he had an urge to kill him quickly. "You've got twenty minutes, make them count." He threw at Dolohov. Antonin couldn't kill this waste of space without ending up dead himself, he had sworn an unbreakable vow or an oath not to touch the son of a bitch.

And that was the only permission Dolohov needed, not that he'd been waiting for it.

Harry gave him the time he needed, this was his revenge after all, randomly plucking portraits from the walls, and stealing items of 'value' to add to the illusion they were creating. This wasn't going to take anywhere as long as he thought, which meant he could go with Greengrass to visit those in Knockturn alley, and explain what was going to be happening in the coming months. The changes to the properties, the visits, giving them the reassurance that they wouldn't be left homeless.

He didn't want to see the original structures gone, he wanted to keep them, so he was going to do his level best to see it so. The tenements were pathetic and would probably be bulldozed, and of course, the new flats would be geared more towards what the original buildings were like and added onto them. He had a few meetings set up with builders and architectures, not all from Britain he wanted the best offers, with those who will actually use the best of materials, and do exactly as he wished who could see out his vision.

"Avada Kedavra!" Harry cast, finally ending the life of Alexandre Masse. Dolohov had already bled out Kate, forcing Alexandre to watch his bit on the side die a slow excruciating death.

When time run out Harry and Dolohov wiped their magic from the property, and then Harry obliviated the House-elves to ensure if they were questioned they knew nothing. The chance of them actually being questioned was slim to nothing really. Everyone overlooked House-elves, to their detriment.

"To think if they just called for the House-elves they would have survived…and we would have been caught." Harry said shaking his head, "People are idiots," he told Dolohov as they stalked from the manor, they couldn't wipe their own magic after Apparating so they would need to leave the way they came.

Dolohov gaped, as he followed, before shaking his head, well, it was true he supposed…he certainly wouldn't have thought of it though. Still, he did indeed, slide the suggestion into his memory banks, should he ever be in need of calling one of his own House-elves should he be in a sticky situation. Damn, he was one smart guy, but considering the Dark Lord had taken an interest in him…he had to be.

He was going home, home to his sister, brother and niece and nephews…he'd gone from being alone for a decade to being surrounded by family…it was a good feeling.

He guessed he owed Potter a boon.

Which Harry thought was a good thing, he'd used the boons that he'd received from the Lestrange for dealing with Bellatrix to safeguard Hermione and Luna when it became clear Dumbledore was going after anyone he cared about. He needed to get some more, he didn't want to order everyone to do whatever he wanted because he was the 'Dark Lord's partner' or consort but he was largely unaware of that being what they called him.

Who would have thought even with Dumbledore out of the picture life would continue to be this interesting? Oh, yeah, he did. He wondered if Voldemort had dealt with those two board of Governors and started to see about getting a new Chief warlock in…it had been on the plans he'd had for this morning…he should know he'd Cecilia kept him well informed of all things that happened – whether he already knew or not – each day she had anything that happened within the Ministry written down. Not that much was actually happening, but that wasn't the point. It meant he could trust her just as he thought with his seats.

Perhaps this wasn't going to be the only 'attack' they'd perpetrated today.

Unbeknown to Harry, he'd collected yet another stray, one that would do anything for him, just like Barty, just like the Lestrange's, Just like Luna...just like the Longbottoms.


There we go! Now this chapter was longer to make up for the shorter ones...I'll have a few hours tonight to write wonder what I should update...another chapter of this or something else? Hmm... Well there we go! Do you want to see the meetings as Harry goes about changing Knockturn alley or just hear about it? hmm I suppose i should have Remus/Sirius and Harry interactions too since they're back from their holidays...and not to forget the Fenrir/Remus interactions hummm what will happen during that? Will Remus join Fenrir's pack? Will Fenrir's 'bite' have been a result of Dumbledore's meddling and Remus finding out when he goes to talk to him? Find out he isnt as evil as Dumbledore made him out to be? that Remus being bitten was a genuine accident...or allowed to believe it...? hmm anything else I've neglected to mention yet? Oh...do you want to see Luna and Rodolphus marry? or shall it be mentioned in the epilogue or will it be Tom's and Harrys bonding that's mentioned at the very end? WIll Tom and Harry go through a rough patch when it comes to kids? Tom refusing to entertain the notion of Harry becoming pregnant or will Harry just understand it's too much for Tom to contemplate it because of his own mother and her death? R&R please