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Deeds and their consequences	By : GothVamp Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1866 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter five: An old enemy
~~You're jaded, slated and singled out
by all those chains that bind, that bind
Take a jet plane my way lately
Cause now you are mine, you are mine
This airplane's goin my way
cause now you're bound and tied~
(Bound & Tied, Creed)

Hermione was ticking on a washbasin with her fingers, Ron was passing up and down the girls restroom. They had been doing so for at least an hour. It was January the fifth and the last date when the final ingredient could be added to the potion which Hermione had been preparing for a month now. No ingredient, no potion, no ritual, no Sirius. And currently there was no Harry either.
What they didn�t know was, that Harry was running up the stairs that very instant. The past month he had spent searching everywhere for different ingredients for the potion. Some were easily found in the potions class or at The Ministry, but others were more tricky. He got some hairs of a creature whose name he couldn�t even pronounce from Hagrid, dragon ashes from Charlie and an old sacrificial goblet from Bill. He had found it in a temple. That was fortunate, but other things he needed to gather himself. He went to Scotland to get a plant that only grew on certain hill, lure a Thestral with blood to get it�s hairs, got into Dumbledore�s office on false pretence to get phoenix tears and was now running back from the hardest mission so far. He was sent out by Hermione to get a unicorn hair. He had followed the creatures for a week, never losing them from his sight, which meant that he didn�t sleep. The unicorns are very proud and pure creatures and almost never let a human touch them. No matter how much Harry begged and pleaded they were unmoved, until the fatigue finally got him and he fell asleep on the ground. One female then took pity on him and before vanishing with the others left one of her hairs in his palm.
At the moment Hermione was about to run to the Forbidden Forest herself to search for Harry or the unicorns, the door of the girls� restroom flew open to reveal a dirty, wounded and tired, but smiling happily, Harry Potter.
�I�ve got it.�
Hermione took the hair from him like it was the greatest treasure on this earth and added it to a cauldron that was prattling merrily upon magical fire. The potion within sputtered and changed color from green to blue. All three of them let out a sigh of relieve. The potion was a crucial part of the ritual, because it had to be given to the one you bring back in order to ground him. That was the only way his body would stay in this world and wouldn�t be sucked back beyond the veil.
�Well, only one thing left to do.�
�What is that? Sleep? You really look worn out Harry.�
�No, not sleep. One last part of the ritual.�
�But I thought we had everything. Harry?�
But Harry was already walking out of the door muttering something that sounded like �blood�.
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It was already getting dark when Harry reached Azkaban. He stood outside the prison, in front of a magical barrier. It shielded the grounds around and the air above Azkaban. The barrier was made by Dumbledore and made sure no magical items could pass it, not even wands. There were only two people it the world at that moment that could open it: it�s maker and�
�Portus!�1
�Harry Potter. The normally invisible barrier glowed and there appeared a small opening within it. It grew and when it was big enough, Harry slipped through it, pushing the cape of the invisibility cloak over his head.
�Finite Incantatem.� One wave of his wand and the opening disappeared.

The new security system in Azkaban was really brilliant. Even if someone would be able to break through the anti-magic barrier to get inside, they still wouldn�t be able to free any prisoners. Every prisoner had been given an invisible magical collar that was charmed to remain within Azkaban. Only the person who had put the collar on, was able to remove it: Dumbledore.
Concealed from sight, Harry moved on. Getting past the guards was easy. No one expected any break-ins into Azkaban, especially not with magical objects still on them. So he reached the floor he needed without any trouble. Immobilizing the guard and taking the key was just as simple. Harry quickly opened the door and stepped inside, shutting it immediately behind him. Taking off his cloak he looked into the eyes of his biggest, still living, enemy.
She was surprised to see him, but there was no trace of fear in her look.
�Hello Bellatrix.�
She was sitting on the ground in the corner of her cell. Her clothes were ragged and dirty and her hair all tangled. There was nothing of her beauty left in her features and she looked ten years older than when Harry had seen her last.
�Must feel nice to be home again, mustn�t it?� asked Harry vaguely gesturing around him. �You�ve spent so many years here already and now you�re going to stay here for the rest of your life. If you watch your health it can easily be a hundred years.�
�What do you want?� She tried to sound defiant, but her voice was shaky and weak, because it hadn�t been used in a long time.
Harry ignored her question. He saw her hand reach for her right wrist where the Dark Mark used to be. �You miss it don�t you?�
�What are you talking about?�
�The Mark. It disappeared when Voldermort died, didn�t it? That�s how you knew, that�s how all of you knew that he was gone forever.�
Bellatrix jumped to her feat, but didn�t approach Harry. �How dare you speak his name!�
�Oh please. The guy is gone, his soul is destroyed, I�ve taken care of that, deal with it. You�ve lost.� It was true and she knew it. There was nothing she could do, so she just slipped back to the floor and looked away.
�Why did you came? What is it that you want from me?�
At that Harry took out a small dagger. It was littered with Runes and jewels, like a sacrificial instrument. Bellatrix� eyes grew wide, but she still didn�t show any fear.
�Do you want to kill me? Is that it? Do you think I care?�
But Harry dismissed that. �Don�t be silly. Why should I shorten your punishment? Being locked up here for another century is worse that death.�
She let out a mirthless laughter. �New evil will rise. That happens all the time.�
�You�re probably right,� he took out a vial out of his pocket an proceeded to approach Bellatrix, �but do you really think that the new evil will really care about some stupid, old Death Eaters, that let themselves be captured twice? I don�t think so. You�ll rot here �till you die, my dear.�
He was now standing in front of her and at that moment she decided to attack, but before she could do something, he got out his wand and shielded himself from her clawing hands.

�Don�t be foolish. You can�t hurt me, but I can bring you unbearable pain. Remember when I tried to put the cruciatus on you and you told me that you have to mean it to do it? Now I can. I can put any curse on you to make your live here even more torturous.� He grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand closer to the knife.
�Now let�s not use up my precious time, shall we? I came here only for one thing.� And with that Harry made a deep gash in Ballatrix� wrist, letting the blood drip into the vial. She struggled, but to no avail. Harry�s grip felt like iron around her arm. When the stream dried up, he slashed again at the arm. When the vial was full he finally let go of her wrist and corked the vial.
�That ought to be enough.�
He turned to leave , but then Bella�s voice stopped him.
�What the hell? Are you totally insane? What did you need my blood for anyway?�
�I need your blood to resurrect the man you�ve killed. Your cousin, Sirius Black. I believe you remember him?�
�What?� Then she started to laugh. �There is no way you can do that, you silly boy.�
Harry smirked at her. �We�ll see. They said the same about killing Voldermort, now didn�t they?� He walked out of the cell, Bellatrix� laughter dying behind him.

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A/N 1: Portus is door in Latin.

A/N 2: I'm getting so fed up with the fandome! No one ever reviews. I mean I have 202 hits on this story, so there must be SOMEONE reading it. If you think it sucks then at least tell me why it sucks and how to improve that. I'll only post the next chapter if I get a review. I'm sorry I'm being a bitch, but I have exams and the story takes up a lot of my time, if no one appreciates it, then I think it isn't worth writing.
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