Whilst the nation quietly celebrated the demise of Bellatrix Lestrange, Harry did no such thing. He thought that he would feel a sense of elation from killing her, but the truth was, this Bellatrix had not murdered his wife. She had not been the one to challenge him in front of the Blacks, and she had not been the one he held a burning hatred for.
When he considered the woman., he realised that the two of them had barely encountered each other throughout his years on the run, perhaps twice at most.
Killing her turned out to be an empty gesture to himself, but it was a means to an end. If this did not provoke Voldemort into a confrontation, nothing would.
Still, he held on to the loathing for the woman. It fuelled his intent to kill her when he made it home.
"Are you alright, Harry?" Sirius questioned, breaking him from his thoughts.
"Fine," Harry answered.
Sirius looked at him sceptically for a moment and shrugged.
Was he fine?
Harry didn't know. He felt good for ridding Britain of the Dark Lord's most dangerous follower, but it was a hollow victory for him. Without Narcissa to show for all his efforts here, all of it was meaningless.
He needed to kill Tom, and he knew just what would spur the man into action.
"Lee, how about you let me use your radio for a bit," he requested.
The former Quidditch commentator looked at him questioningly before releasing a deep breath.
"Why have I got the feeling that you're going to do something stupid?"
"Because I am," Harry replied easily.
Lee shook his head as the Weasley twins adopted the look of mischief they wore when they knew something was afoot.
"We'll show you the way," George offered.
"Who are we to deny the country's sweetheart his request."
"So long as he let's us in on it."
"Of course," Fred agreed. "Come, let us show you our communications operation."
Harry grinned amusedly at the duo. Before following them and Lee Despite all they had endured, they had managed to cling on to the wit and sense of humour they were known for.
"This is the base of our efforts to upset the Death Eaters," George explained as they entered what had once been Ron's room within Grimmauld Place. "Here, we break the news that lift spirits, mock people if it is a slow day…"
"And provide music for the masses," Fred finished proudly. "Now, perhaps you would like to share just what it is you are up to, Mr Potter," he urged.
"Well," Harry began scratching his chin in thought, "a little mockery would be a good thing, some goading and some insults should do it too. Maybe a song to round it all off."
The twins nodded their approval.
"And who is it that we shall dedicate this to?" Lee pressed.
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Whispers of a Raven by TheBlack'sResurgence
FanfictionThe world around him had crumbled as the Ministry fell. He had become the hunted, and with only his wits, resilience and an ominous raven, he'd had to learn to survive. But why was he so compelled to go to the one place he knew he should avoid? The...
