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Chapter 5

�� The dead
eyes of Theodore Nott stared blankly into the stone ceiling above the burnt
husk that once held his soul. The stone chamber was completely silent except
for the panting of the figure hunched over on his knees fighting the exhaustion
that threatened to overwhelm him. Sweat poured from his bare torso as he slowly
raised his head.

�� Knelling in
front of him was a suit of medieval armor and the fruit of his labor. Its helm
was open-faced but would take a covering once he had one made. The armor was
polished steal with the trim decked in gold. The armor would have covered a
moderate sized person not being very big. If standing it would have been right
at five and a half feet and about three wide at the shoulder. In the old day it
would not have been out of place for a guardsmen.

�� Unlike full
plate armor, half plate did not cover all of the body as the armor before him
showed. Gaps existed at the elbow, neck, lower back and pelvis. It really would
not have been noticeable had the armor been worn but a human, but as he look in
the suit before him the difference was glaring. The knelling figure had nothing
in those gaps because there was nothing holding it together. Nothing but his
soul and the invisible magical bindings that held it all in place. The
open-faced helm did not show a face, just air. Same with the gaps in the armor.

�� Harry
climbed to his feet still breathing hard. �Stand.� The figure rose to stand at
attention. Harry smiled. I can�t believe it worked. The rituals name
translated as �The Spirit Slave.� It was used to craft different golems by
binding elementals into various forms. Harry found a variant that allowed him
to bind human souls to his service, which was what this was. However, in order
to control the golem he needed a control box, so to speak. In his case he chose
to use a circlet cast of platinum that he was wearing around his head partially
hidden by his mask. According to the book it was the best way to control golems
since it rested close to his mind. It would focus his will and push it into the
golem to force it to obey. Without it the golem would do nothing, or in rare
cases rebel and try to kill the Master. Harry took a deep breath letting it out
slowly.

�� Pick up
the gun.� He watched as the golem strode with even strides that reminded him of
Blaise�s normal walk and picked up the pistol with his right hand the way Harry
would hold it. He nodded satisfied; the golem would pick up his intent even if
it did not understand what it was in its old life. If Harry knew what it was
suppose to do, it would too.

�� Shoot the
corpse.� Harry watched as the faceless golem raised the pistol and fired one
shot into Nott�s body. Hmmm, might need training. Though without a
physical mind they where capable of learning. One of the reasons the Control
box was so important. If they learned too much they would rebel without it to
keep them in line. He watched the standing figure dispassionately. He
needed to drop off a shopping list with Robert later anyways. Now that he knew
the ritual worked, he needed supplies.

�� Put it
back on the table. State your designation.� He watched as the golem put the
pistol back where he got it. Blaises hollow emotionless voice echoed ghostly
from inside the armor.

�� I don�t
know My Lord.�

�� Harry
nodded his head. It was intelligent but only a small portion of his old self
remained through the process. He looked over at Nott. He managed to get the
Magic Core Ritual right but was unable to salvage his life through the process.
He might have better luck with the next once now that he added Nott�s power to
his own. Maybe, runes where not his forte. At this rate I�ll go through
Death Eaters faster than Voldemort can recruit them. He returned his
attention to his new servant. He stepped forward and shadow walked them back to
the flat.

�� With the
boost to his weakened core it was a lot easier now to walk from the cottage to
the flat. He hardly felt the drain on him. A couple more Jr. Cock Eaters or one
full powered one should do the trick of getting him back where he needed to be
so he could use his wand. He would need a lot more though to get to his old
levels, especially if he started designating cores to some of the more
interesting shadow magic�s he was reading on. It was only a matter of time� As
they stepped into through the wall he smirked. Then you bastards, its on.

�� Stand
guard over the Portal. Follow Ishtar�s instructions unless I tell you
differently. Your designation for now will be �Nightfall�.�

�� Harry heard
his mailed fist strike the breastplate with a hollow steal ring. �As you
command My Lord.� Harry didn�t even bother to watch him take his post, instead
made for the shower to get cleaned up. He had things to do this evening.

xxxxxx

�� Harry
walked into Club Three and felt rejuvenated as soon as the beat started hitting
him in the chest. The club was more home than his flat now a days. �I need to
talk to Bob. You guys gunna be alright for a bit?�

�� Just like
the last few times Luna had this little girl smile on her face as she took in
all the muggles dancing and grinding below them. Ishtar heard him though and
nodded leading Luna toward his privet booth. Harry nodded to his guard and he
followed them. Harry didn�t need a guard. If anyone messed with him he�d need a
body bag. Maybe some lime. Definitely a shovel either way.

�� He made his
way to Bob�s table, which he liked to keep on the second floor. Currently he
was sitting with several very sluttish looking girls. All blonds. Must be a
Malfoy thing. Not that there was anything partially wrong with blonds as
Luna proved, but these where Club Slags. Harry was pretty sure they had stuff
Ajax wouldn�t wash off. Might as well dip your wick in a bottle of acid and
call it done.

�� Bob the
Wizard! Just the man I was looking for. � Harry chuckled at his frown and his
guards cringe. �Need to talk to you about some Groceries.� Roberts�s eyes
narrowed a bit and he waved the women off. They pouted but left quickly leaving
just the two of them at the table. Harry didn�t bother talking about it; he
just slid over the list stealing Roberts drink in the process. Bloody Hell,
Brandy. Who the fuck drinks this shit?

�� It took
Robert awhile to go through it. When he looked up he gave Harry a surprised
look. �You know I don�t move Hardware Cloud.�

�� No, but
you know people who do.� Harry pulled one of Roberts�s cigarettes from his pack
and lit one end. He took a deep drag letting the smoke slowly blow out.
�Besides, I�ll need um.�

�� For what?
The �Eagle Eye� (1) I understood, even a couple of Burners (2). Cloud your
asking for Queen grade hardware here. That�s not exactly easy to come across.�

�� I know
this. I�m not looking to buy them unless it�s easier. I�m just looking for
them. You mentioned a few months ago a Janizarie
(3) with an Axe to grind with the IRA. If he�s looking for some payback,
I�m looking for some hardware. It�s a win win. Besides, those gun nuts always
have loads of ammunition so no worries there. I just need a location.�

�� Robert was
silent for a while as he mauled over his idea. Harry had just about finished
the smoke he stole when he nodded that he would look into it. �Your gunna start
a war if you keep doing these jobs Cloud. You know that right?�

�� Harry gave
him a lopsided smirk as he rose taking the last drag from the cig. �You know
what Confuses says right?�

�� Robert
narrowed his eyes at him looking puzzled while shaking his head.

�� He dunked
the dead fag into Roberts brandy sliding the glass back to him. �War not
determine who right. War determine who left.� Harry turned his back on
him and started to walk away. �And cousin, I intend to be the only thing left
standing when the smoke clears.�

xxxxxx

�� The big
bodyguard did not look happy as Harry walked away from their table. �He�s
getting out of hand boss.�

�� Robert
sighed. Don�t I know it.� He
looked longingly at the now undrinkable brandy. He really needed a drink,
lately every time he talked to Cloud he did. �Just be glad the insane shits on
our side. I almost feel bad for You-Know-Who. When he loses it, the only things
left standing around him are going to be those few who stayed out of the way.�

�� You should
let me put him down before he gets us put in the ground.�

�� Robert
allowed his annoyance to show in his voice. �That�s enough Mark. I don�t pay
you to think. Don�t do anything stupid, good people are hard to find and I
would hate to have to replace you.�

�� Mark looked
affronted. �Why would you replace me?�

�� Robert
merely raised an eyebrow at the question. �After we bury what�s left of you,
assuming he leaves even that much, what do you expect me to do? I got a
business to run.�

xxxxxx

�� The wind
lightly fluttered her dressing gown while she watched the doors to the muggle
dance hall. It was late and the people where leaving to go whereever muggles
went to after an evening at Club Three. A small smile graced her face as she
watched couples laugh, kiss, and leave.

�� Her life
had changed so much since Harry had come for her. She had gone from �Loony
Lovegood� and become Kynthia(4), just another regular at Club Three, though a
special regular since she was associated with Leontes. No one hated her here,
no one teased her. One patron of the club tried to touch her bottom but Harry
stopped him. She really did wish he had not broken his hand and dislocated his
shoulder before rendering him unconscious. After that the other people who came
to the dance hall always asked her nicely before they got too close which she
appreciated. Even though some time had passed since the attack it was still
pretty fresh in her mind.

�� At the
moment it was Harry that filled her thoughts. It had been a few days since they
had last talked about his current situation. To be his conscious� She was not
sure she could do the task justice. She was not Hermione who she knew he cared
for. The whole school knew except for Ronald. There was even a pool on how long
it would take before they admitted it to themselves.

�� She was not
even sure if she would stop him if he got out of hand. It�s not like the
Wizarding world deserved his assistance in the war. If he decided to exact his
vengeance against the sitting members of the Wizengamot would she stop him? The
Minister himself? She doubted she could. She was not sure what he was doing to
those he captured but was pretty sure that she did not want to know. She did
know from Ishtar that he only captured people who had wronged him specifically.
The ones he was paid to murder he did so quickly. It was only a small
consideration that he only took contracts to kill those who hurt others but it
was something. It showed her that even broken, the old Harry was still in there
somewhere.

�� The old
Harry was someone who saw past Loony and found Luna when no one else would. He
treated her with respect and kindness. Two things no one else had since she
started at Hogwarts. It was pretty safe to say she would do anything for Harry
because of it. He gave her friends and showed them she was worthwhile. No small
feat.

�� The new
Harry was not much different when he was talking to her. He was rougher around
the edges but that was easily understandable after his time in Azkaban. He
still treated her well and still demanded that everyone else did too. She had
no past to fight at the dance hall she currently watched. She just was and
people took Harry at his word, which was well respected there. Yes, there was
not much she would not do for Harry.

�� There in
was the problem. If she were to be his conscious, she would be a horrible one.
How could she convince him that his actions where not moral when they both knew
it and neither really cared? She knew he was delving into darker magic�s, some
of the darkest from what little she knew, but its not like she did not
understand why. Voldemort was not about to leave him alone and will eventually
find him. There was a prophecy binding the two together, sooner or later it
will happen. Harry was more aware of the situation and was taking steps to
prepare himself for the confrontation. How could she gainsay his methods? Where
they immoral? Certainly. Was Harry becoming a Dark Lord himself? Most likely
though she thought he would be a benevolent one in the end. Well, to most
people. He was pretty ruthless with those he considered to be enemies. She
sighed, that was actually a pretty long list of people in that category.

�� It all came
down to her own comfort level when it came to Harry and what he was doing. He
was not going to win the war by casting stunners. They tried that at the
Ministry one of them died for it. His way had a high chance of winning. One
thing was certain, if Voldemort won and Harry died, it was going to be a new
Dark Age. At least with Harry winning there was a chance for a decent life
going forward. If the choice was for an eternity of Darkness, death and or
rape, or being ruled by the bent morals Harry employed, she�d pick Harry every
time. Harry liked her and she planed on keeping it that way. Every one else
could go hang for all she really cared.

�� There were
a few people she would like to see Harry help though. After the D.A. sessions
of last year she managed to hold on to a few friends and she would like to see
them make it to the end of this conflict. Namely she was thinking of Susan
Bones and Hanna Abbot. Both of their families where killed off this year and
they where just as alone as she was. Susan could help Harry as she was very
knowledgeable in the in�s and out�s of the Ministry. Harry would need her to
keep himself out of a second stay in Azkaban. Well, it would protect him from
trumped up charges. If they actually got hard evidence of his activities she
was pretty sure he would simply decimate the Ministry to avoid another stay.

�� Hanna had a
lot of knowledge of the old ways and customs of how their world worked. Her
family was once very connected. She could help Harry by getting him to people
and places he normally would not have access to. She was sure he could make use
of her family connections. He certainly made use of the connections supplied by
the man he called Bob. She giggled. Muggles had such silly names.

�� She slowly
raised her eyes to look into the star lit heavens above her and watched the
night.

xxxxxx

�� How in the
fuck did I let you two talk me into this blasted situation again?� Harry found
himself standing in front of the doors of the Great Hall with Ishtar standing
beside him. The doors where closed as the student body was eating the evening
meal. Sounds of plates clattering and the murmur of the children talking
merrily as they ate.

�� Her plan
was well thought out Master. By now the Old One will be leery of the young in
his care disappearing. It is for the best if we take them in an open manner.
The choice is ultimately theirs if they wish to escape or not.� As always her
voice was reasonable and did not share the anxiety he felt.

�� This is
stupid. I should have just snatched them while they slept. The Hufflepuff Dorms
are not that hard to get access to. Dumbledore wont just let me walk out with
two of his students.�

�� She spoke
to you before we left when you brought this to her attention. I think her words
where wise. If they chose to leave with us they are no longer students, the Old
One�s desires have no hold on them anymore. It will do us no good if they are
not cooperative when we take them. They cannot help you if they are unwilling.
I would like for them to help you the way she stated.�

�� Harry fumed
silently for a moment trying to get control of his breathing. The plan was
fine, over all. He understood why it had to be this way. He was just not ready
for this yet. If things where to go pear-shaped there was no much he could do
but run. He ran a clawed hand through his hair. What really pissed him off was
the role he had to play. �Fine. If he pulls his wand, shoot him in the face. If
we are going to have to leave in a hurry I want at least that to go home with.�

�� Of course
Master.�

�� He narrowed
his eyes in concentration from behind his mask and sent a bolt of force into
the doors causing them to swing open and clang loudly. This had the duel effect
of causing several people to jump in their seats and quite the once boisterous
hall. He took a moment to allow each and every person to get a look at them
standing there. He doubted a single person failed to recognize them for their
personas. The rapid paling faces of the students and staff sat well with him as
he took a few steps carrying them into the hall proper.

�� His eyes
where on Dumbledore who had risen from the throne like chair at the staff
table. His hand was inching for his wand but stopped when Ishtar upholstered
her firearms and pulled back the hammers. Twin clicks echoed easily about the
hall. She had yet to raise them or point them at anyone but the message was
clear. A pregnant silence settled on those gathered.

�� Dumbledore
was the first to speak. �What is the meaning of your presence here Assassin?�
His voice was strong and commanding. It made Harry chuckle. The sound of
Harry�s mocking mirth had the student populous shaking. There where not many
people who dared to laugh at the Headmaster.

�� Business.
I have been contracted by Mistress Lovegood to deliver a missive to two who currently
reside here.� Despite his feelings for most of those assembled here he kept his
voice dead, emotionless.

�� Such a
mundane task for one such as you. Why might I ask where you contracted when an
Owl would do?�

�� Harry
allowed a bit of an edge to creep into his voice. �Had you paid me my gold for
the information I provided you on Death Eater safe houses I would have had
better contracts to work with.� So many students gasped at his statement that
Harry was surprised the candles floating in the air stayed lit.

�� I have no
idea of what you are talking about Assassin.�

�Of course you don�t Headmaster. It
would not be becoming for the leader of the Light to be associated with the
likes of me�would it?� He waved a clawed hand. �No matter. Mistress Lovegood
pay�s well enough. As to why, she seemed to be under the impression Owls where
being searched and her missive would have been�lost.�

He reached slowly into his robes
and pulled a roll of official looking parchment. �I am here as a bearer of a
missive from the head of House Lovegood. I claim Cursor Tutela.�(5) It
was an old law but one Luna remembered. It was still on the books and had been
since the days when House Vendetta�s where common. It was enacted because too
many loyal messengers where getting killed and the various Houses where running
short. Being a messenger was akin to signing your own death sentence back in
those days. Cursor Tutela if granted would allow him the freedom to deliver
Luna�s messages to Susan and Hanna without fear of being attacked by the staff.
As a matter of fact if anyone tried to attack him the staff was honor bound,
and bound by the ancient law, to defend him.

Harry tossed the roll in front of
him. It was quickly summoned wandlessly by Dumbledore. Show off.

Harry waited for a moment while the
staff looked over the missive. He allowed his faceless mask to slide amongst
the students. By now the fear and shock had worn off and was replaced by a
morbid curiosity. After a time he started to grow impatient while the staff bickered
about what to do. �I do have better things to be doing Headmaster. Chose, grant
me Cursor Tutela or not.�

The staff had quieted down when he
spoke and watched him wearily. �Very well, deliver your messages Assassin.�

Ishtar holstered her sidearms after
letting the hammers down which he noted allowed a few of the staff to unclench
their sphincters and relax a bit. Pussies. He strode purposely toward
the Hufflepuff table and walked along until he was standing next to Susan and
Hanna. Playing the part of the messenger he lowed himself to one knee placing
one claw over his heart and bowed his head. Ishtar followed suit.

�Mistress Bones of the Ancient
House of Bones and Mistress Abbott of the Ancient and Most Noble House of
Abbott. I bring a message from Mistress Lovegood of the House of Lovegood. May
I present you the missives?� It was a ritualistic greeting a messenger gave to
Heads of Houses. Luna had drilled it into him for his role. Inside he was
twitching and seething. If anyone but Luna had asked him to do this he would
have disemboweled them and fed them their own liver.

Every eye and ear in the hall was
on the two of them as the girls stared blankly at him knelt before them.
Finally after a moment longer than propriety allowed Susan responded. Her voice
was strong. Whatever insecurities she felt where well hidden. �You may.�

Harry reached into his cloak and
pulled the other two rolls of parchment that Luna had sent with him also
bearing her house crest. He noted they where very careful to not touch the
bladed claws that loosely held the rolls. He was sure everyone in the hall got
a good look at the bloodstained razors.

The old forms like these where
almost never followed outside of traditional Pureblood circles. It set the tone
and lent to the air the full importance of whatever was taking place. While
they read the letters Harry continued kneeling as he was instructed to.
Suppressing his desire to commit murder the whole time. He could hear them
whispering in shock to each other. He was honestly surprised that his body was
not shaking with his suppressed emotions. He did note however that a light
black smoke was starting to waif from his form. It got darker and thicker as
the time extended on and his anger slowly escaped his control.

I was a side effect of one of the
shadow abilities he recently started practicing. If he called them into play it
would be a potent weapon. So far though he had only managed to pull the power
about him. Unleashing it in controlled bursts was something he was still working
on.

For her part Ishtar was not having
nearly the same problem as he was with this role. She knelt like he did, head
bowed and a fist over her heart. Her presence allowed him to keep his temper,
but only just. He was fully aware what the notes read having watched Luna write
them. The next part of the show was going to be interesting.

He waited for as long as he could
before he spoke. �Do you have a message for my Mistress?� He could not see
their faces but heard the whispers stop.

Hanna surprisingly was the one to
answer him. �We accept.�

�You understand what that means?�
Luna had explained that if they accepted his offer they left with what they had
on their backs, nothing more.

�We do.� Susan answered.

Harry rose to his feet swiftly as
did Ishtar. �Come then.�

�Where do you two think you are
going?� Came from the normally jovial head of Hufflepuff. Harry answered for
them as they stood close to Ishtar. She had once again pulled her handguns.

�With me. As Heads of their
respective Houses you have no say over the comings and goings of these two.�

�I will not allow you to take them
from the Castle Assassin. As long as they are students here they are my
responsibility and under my care. They are not going anywhere.�

�No they are not. They are now my
responsibility as per my Contract with Mistress Lovegood should they seek to
ally with her House I am considered to be in their employ as well. They wish to
go, they will go.� Harry lowered his head a bit and spoke in a fierce tone.
�You have no say in the matter Old Man. Don�t give me the reason I have been
looking for to kill you to do so. I promise you the collateral damage to the
student body will be quite�grievous. This is not my first foray into the
Castle� Nor will it be my last.�

Harry�s words stunned the staff
table into silence. He pulled every ounce of power from Nott�s core and with a
burst of power blew out the candles within the Great Hall taking his charges
and him in a vortex of darkness long before the Headmaster could relight them.

xxxxxx

�� Luna was waiting calmly when a burst of power
erupted within the confines of Harry�s common room. He looked up seeing the
frightened and shocked faces of Susan and Hanna clutching each other. Ishtar
stood calmly putting away her weapons. Harry though looked like he was
seething. She could feel his anger from across the room. His blank face turned
to her and she heard him growl.

�� I need to
calm down.� He turned to his companion. �No one leaves. Order Take-away and
have it delivered. I�ll be skinning the ferret and will be back late.� He was
gone in another burst of power before he could hear her reply.

�� Of course
Master��

��

Authors Note:

1 Slang for Sniper Rifle

2 Slang for Handgun

3 Thieves cant for cop, guard, police man, ect.

4 Kynthia: Another name for Artemis, Greek Goddess of the
Moon.

5 Cursor Tutela: roughly translates as Protected Messenger
in Latin.
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