A/N: Welcome to soon. I live.

Chapter 3: Repossession

Three soft knocks at the door startled Harry out of his thoughts. As he looked around, he realized that the hour grew late with his musings. He got up and opened the door to see nothing there, other than a slight ripple effect in the air. He backed away from the door, saying, "Come in, Black." The rippling moved well into the room, or as much as the limited space would allow. Harry peeked down the hallway making sure no one was there, closed it, and turned around to see his visitor.

"How did you know I was there," Bellatrix asked, after casting privacy charms.

"Work on your Disillusionment. You rippled like disturbed water."

"So have you thought any more about it?", she asked hopefully. Harry sat on the bed, and put his head in his hands.

"I'm not sure what to do. I'm not sure what to think. You kill the closest family I have, and you claim you didn't want to. You ask me for this huge favor, and I want to help you, but I can't kill someone. Then there is other stuff going on with..." Harry trailed off.

"With what?" Bellatrix sat down next to him. She reached for his hand, as he stood up and went to the wall. "I'm sorry it's not my place."

"You're right. It isn't your place", he replied coldly, then his voice softened. "But, fuck it. I don't have anyone else to talk to." He laid down on the bed, looked at Bellatrix and said dryly, "So, Doc, you have a notebook?"

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"Bullshit." Bellatrix said, as she closed the notebook with a snap. "No fucking way that they think you cheated."

"...From all I told you, you think that I would be lying about people thinking I cheated to get into a tournament?" Harry sat up on the bed with a raised eyebrow

"You are the golden boy, from what I hear. Nobody would ever turn against you in school. Except maybe my whelp of a nephew." She stood up and stretched, looking around in the small room. "Good job on getting him turned into a ferret, though."

"That's what you are concerned about? Blimey, you have some strange priorities in your hearing. So, when are you going to stop bothering me?"

"Oh, I'm bothering you now? Little lonely Potty doesn't want me around? And even after I learned all his filthy little secrets?" She teased him while holding up the notebook.

"As if I would give you all of my secrets." He laughed her off, and calmly stood up.

"Oh? So you don't mind if I just keep this and, oh, so many things to do with it! I could sell it, I could leak it! Imagine the money in that!"

Harry went quiet. "Give me the notebook, Lestrange. Right now."

"Come get it." Bellatrix had moved to the direct other side of the room. Harry whipped out his wand and summoned the book right from her hands, and she pouted. "No fair… You take all the fun out of things."

"Uh huh. Sure." Harry started urgently flipping through the notebook. It was full of nothing but drawings. "Is this supposed to be a joke?" Bellatrix peered at the page.

"No, that's a unicorn." She snickered at his confusion.

"And what is this fat thing on it?"

"Some bitch from my third year. She tried to take my treacle tart. Don't give me that look! Kreacher made an amazing treacle tart!" Harry sighed, tossed the notebook on the bed, and sat in the chair. He rubbed his eyes under his glasses, and tried to settle his hair. The hair plan backfired, so he accepted bitter defeat before taking on a pensive look. "Wait. I've seen that face before… Are you hungry or something?"

"What? No. I'm thinking about something."

"Are you sure you aren't hungry? That's the look that Severus gets when he is hungry…"

"I am sure that I am not hungry! Are you crazy?" There was a short silence as Harry began mentally kicking himself.

"You are supposed to be the Saviour of the Wizarding World, and you are dumb enough to ask that of me?" She looked at him as if he was the crazy one, and sat on the bed. "We're doomed."

"We are not doomed."

"We are completely and utterly doomed. The Boy Who Lived is a twit, and an idiot."

"Stop saying that. We are not doomed!"

"Here lies Bellatrix Lestrange, nee Black! She took a chance on an idiot, and the idiot got himself killed!" She laid down on the bed in a funeral resting position, and conjured a white sheet over herself.

"You aren't going to die in my bed."

"Oh?" SHe flipped the sheet away and smirked at him. "And where AM I going to die, Chosen One? From where I see it, your bed is extremely comfortable. Better than Azkaban, that's for sure. Now get over here."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Then beg. Actually, don't. Girls don't find that attractive. Get over here and lay in this bed."

"... Why?"

"Bragging rights, mostly." She patted the spot next to her, as Harry turned bright red.

"I am not getting in that bed. It can barely fit me, let alone both of us. Besides you are a bit older than me, and we still have work to do." Harry stood up and walked to the door, before turning back to her. "Wait. They are alive, right?"

"Wow. First, rude. I am 16 at heart. Second, I can scooch! Third, they are alive, I just put up repelling charms." She waved her wand, vanishing the white sheet, and got off the bed. "And what do you mean by 'we still have work to do'?"

"It's simple, really. You are going to help me fuck up Dumbedore's plans." Bellatrix stared at him and started laughing.

"Wait, you're serious?" Harry nodded. "Well, shit. You never do things halfway, do you? Why not stroll right into Gringotts and demand money while we're at it?" His expression didn't change. "Please don't tell me we are going to stroll right into Gringotts and demand money."

"Okay." He shrugged and opened the door.

"Wait, what?"

"You said not to tell you. So I won't." He started walking down the stairs, then paused and looked back at her with a smirk.

"I don't recommend going down there."

"Why not? I'm hungry."

I knew it, she thought, triumphantly. "Because there are violent walruses down there."

"Violent…. You mean the Dursleys?"

"No, I mean the Wabbajacks up the road, yes, I mean the Dursleys! I don't want them to hurt you. And, also, I may have done a slightly worse than normal job covering my tracks."

"Well, I'm sure it's fine. It's only slightly worse." At that moment, the front of the house decided to conveniently explode. Harry was blown back up the stairs, colliding with Bellatrix, knocking her head against the wall. His head, however, was extremely well cushioned, much to his eternal embarrassment. Ten masked Death Eaters strolled into the house.

"Split up! Find the whore! Whoever takes her down first gets first dibs. And kill whoever she is trying to fuck." Nine heads nodded as the Dursleys were swiftly taken out and wizards searched the house. The repelling charms that Bellatrix had placed held long enough for Harry to get to his feet and grab his wand. He looked back at the incapacitated Bellatrix. Most feared dark witch of our time, my arse, he thought, before looking down the stairs. He quietly walked down and looked around.

He pointed his wand and Stupefied two of them near the table, trying to keep his voice low. He pointed his wand at the chandelier and muttered a low "Diffindo", severing the cord and crushing two more under it. By this time, their compatriots had noticed and started casting spells in his area. Harry hid behind the wall.

"It's the Potter brat! Don't kill him! The Dark Lord needs him alive! The focus is on her!"

"Tell me what you want with her", Harry yelled back.

"She's my wife, you imbecile! And once we're finished with you, she'll be mine again, instead of shagging a little shit with a hero complex!" It was Rodolphus Lestrange.

"Oh, really? Is that all I am?" His voice had gone cold. A magical wind swept through the house pulling at their robes, as the lights began to dim. Rodolphus signalled for his men to cease fire, as Harry stepped from behind the wall. "Bombarda," he said in a calm, dark voice, his green eyes glowing bright as a curse. The spell hit the ceiling, causing roofing to hit them all and knock their balance. Harry pointed his wand at two of the men and quickly cast an Avada Kedavra at both of them, killing them instantly. He did the same with another two, leaving only Rodolphus.

"Potter, what are you doing? You can't just kill people! That's not your way!" Rodolphus was struggling to stand up, but before he could point his wand, an Expelliarmus pulled it away.

"You can't do this! It's not right! It's not fair!"

"Flippendo." Rodolphus was flipped into the counters in the kitchen. "Not right? Not fair? That's the argument you use? You hypocrite. Diffindo," A large cut appeared on the man's body, and another, and another as Harry kept casting the spell. "Something that amuses me about you Death Eaters is that you don't realize something very obvious." Rodolphus tried to ask what, but there was too much blood dripping into his mouth. "It isn't Voldemort you should be afraid of. It's me. Diffindo!" The last spell cut Rodolphus's throat wide open, and the last thing he saw were burning green eyes and a cold smile.

He turned around, and walked back up the stairs as the lights became brighter, the winds settled, and his eyes went back to normal. He laid his hand on Bellatrix's chest, finding a steady pulse. Harry sighed in relief, and she started to stir. She opened his eyes and he instantly had a wand pointed between his. "Explain yourself, Potter, or I blast you away for copping a feel at a married woman."

"Does checking for a pulse because you were knocked out count?" He quickly pulled his hand back as she nodded and groaned in pain.

"What happened? Did we get an in house visit from the Knight Bus?"

"More like a visit from your husband and nine goons." Bellatrix jumped up at that and ran down the stairs. She stopped when she saw the carnage that awaited her, and she had to resist gagging.

"What happened here? Did someone else come in, or was this you?" Harry had calmly walked down thesteps and stood behind her.

"It was the Wabbajacks from down the street. I may have helped, but it was thanks to you that I stayed awake."

"What do you mean?" Harry gestured at her chest and she caught on, and smacked him on the arm. "Fucking pervert. Did Rodolphus escape?" Harry pointed at the mangled mess that was once Rodolphus Lestrange, and she ran over and started kicking the body.

"Ah… nevermind." He quickly shut up when he heard her crying and the constant stream of various slurs, swears, and other unpleasant remarks in multiple languages, some dead. He became very knowledgeable about insults that day, and animal anatomy at the same time. When she stopped kicking and swearing, she was just crying very angrily over the corpse. Harry tapped her on the shoulder and she suddenly turned and latched on with such force that he thought he would fall. Merlin, it's another Hermione!

"Harry?"

"That's me."

"I can't thank you enough for this. He's finally dead!"

"Yeah sure, it was nothing." She instantly smacked him. "What the bloody hell was that for?!"

"It may be nothing to you, Potter, but it's fucking everything to me!" And then, in her limited way of saying thanks, she kissed him, deeply. If anyone was watching, they wouldn't be sure if his face was red from the slap or from the kiss. And, like any upstanding neighborhood, someone had evidently called the police, as sirens drew near. Harry pulled away. "I'm sorry."

"No, no, don't be! It's just…"

"Yes?"

"Bella, I…."

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A/N: Soon is a relative term. I updated, thanks to the quarantine. I honestly had a different plan for chapter 3 when I first wrote it, but I preferred this. Also, cliffhangers, because if Game of Thrones can do it, why can't I? Anyway. I hope you enjoy, constructive criticism is appreciated. See you next chapter. Sexysalazar, out.