A/N:

Just wanted to address this review.

"Funny how you ask for reviews, but only keep the ones that say how great this is. Its not great. Characters are flat and lifeless. Plot is dumb. All powerful slave. If he is so powerful, send him after Voldi and have done. He pops through wards. No lets have them go to school and do pointless things. Don't ask for reviews if you don't want the truth." -Guest

There is also a reason that he hasn't gone after Voldemort.

Daphne hasn't ordered him to hunt down Voldemort.

Voldemort was laying low for most of OOTP

Daphne was suspicious of Dumbledore, and so she wanted him out of the way first.

I keep all the reviews you guys post, good or bad. What people post stays there. Feedback is always useful.

This is my first proper fanfic, so there will probably be a few mess up's, for which I apologise. I might re-write this fic in a year or so. First, there's a few other ideas I've got in mind that I want to play with. I'll give you the summary on those at the end though!

Oh, and I'm aware that Daphne and Harry are in the same year in the cannon. In this fic however, Daphne is two years ahead of Harry, meaning that this is her seventh year.

Again, thank you for your reviews. -RR13

Chapter 12: The Butler, Promising

"Mr. Butler?" gasped Tracy. "How are you alive?"

"As I once told the Headmaster, it is my duty to serve the young mistress. Her well being is paramount. If it pleases the young mistress, I shall continue to serve her." Sebastian smirked.

"It does please the young mistress." Daphne murmured.

"You see? Minerva, Filius, Severus!" cried Dumbledore. "Only dark magic could have resurrected him."

"Shut up!" snarled Tracy. "If you don't keep that mouth closed, I'll spin your beard into string, and sew your mouth shut permanently."

"Tracy, pick him up." said Daphne. Tracy stood up, and pulled Dumbledore up by the front of his robes.

"Can I kill him now, young mistress?" asked Tracy. "Please, please, please, please, please?". Daphne thought for a moment. Killing Dumbledore would be the quickest way to ensure that he never troubled them again.

"Yes, he's far too troublesome to be allowed to live." nodded Daphne.

"Wait!" cried Dumbledore. "If you kill me, you'll truly fall to the dark side!". The aged headmaster looked Sebastian in the eye's. "Harry, my boy. Surely, you can't stand abide this?".

"My apologies, headmaster. But, the young mistress' orders are absolute." said Sebastian. He then nodded at Tracy. The girl drew back her arm, and swung. The blade passed through Dumbledore's neck like a hot knife through butter. It took a moment for what had happened to register Dumbledore. His face went from one of fear, to one of shock in just a few seconds. Then, his head slowly slid from his neck, and fell to the ground. Blood spurted from the stump of his neck, and splattered across Tracy's face. The girl cackled madly, as she let go off the headless corpse.

"It is done, young mistress." she grinned.

"Thank you Tracy." sighed Daphne. Of the teachers. McGonagall was the first to recover.

"Miss. Greengrass. I believe you have some explaining to do.". Daphne sighed.

"Sebastian, bring me some tea. I think it's going to be a long night."

A few hours later, Daphne had explained what they had discovered about Dumbledore. The Minister of Magic and Amelia Bones, head of the DMLE had been called in as well. They were currently sat in the Headmaster's office. Fudge was only too happy to accept that Dumbledore was a dark wizard, and began telling his aide's too get the Daily Prophet to run all sorts of stories on it. He was even talking about giving Daphne the Order of Merlin for her services to the Wizarding World. Though she wasn't a member of the Order of the Phoenix, Amelia Bones was a little less willing to accept that Dumbledore could have possibly done such things.

"Sebastian, could you please pass the evidence we have on Dumbledore to Madam Bones?" asked Daphne.

"Of course, young mistress." nodded the butler, handing Madam Bones a roll of parchment. The wiry haired woman unrolled the parchment and began to read. Her face gradually grew paler as she read it.

"No… No… This is impossible." she muttered.

"What is it, Amelia?" asked Fudge. Madam Bones held the parchment out for him to take, which he did. Looking it over, the Minister's face broke into a grin. "This is perfect!". He handed the parchment to one of his aides. "Make sure that the DMLE and the Prophet each get a copy of this.". The aide nodded his understanding and ran from the room. Amelia cleared her throat and looked at Daphne.

"Did Dumbledore ever mention anything about the location of Harry Potter?"

"Yes, I'm afraid he did." sighed Daphne.

"And, where is he?" Madam Bones pressed.

"Dumbledore killed him." Daphne said, dabbing at her eyes. Sebastian looked at his young mistress, intrigued.

"Dumbledore killed him?"

"Yes. He had Harry killed, and planned to blame it on Lord Voldemort."

"Lord… The Dark Lord is dead." spluttered Fudge.

"Indeed. Dumbledore planned to insist that he had returned, and blame all his own indiscretions on the Dark Lord."

"Indiscretions? What do you mean by that?" asked Madam Bones.

"Anyone he couldn't control he'd send on a mission for his little order, and arrange for them to have an accident, and blame it on the Dark Lord."

"Well, I think we'll all be sleeping a little sounder without Dumbledore around." smiled Fudge. "I suppose we'll be needing a new headmaster for Hogwarts."

"Not so, Minister." smiled Daphne. "By right of conquest, I am the head of Hogwarts now."

"Amelia? Is that so?" asked Fudge.

"It is. It's a very old rule, but it is still valid." nodded Amelia. "The founders originally gained possession of the castle by right of conquest."

"I thought that they built the castle." Fudge frowned.

"No, they built a school, not a castle." Amelia smirked. "It's all in the wording."

"Very well." Fudge shrugged, and turned to Daphne. "Headmistress." he nodded politely, and made his way to the fireplace. Tracy was stood by the fireplace with the pot of floo powder. She held it out for him to scoop some out. He threw in a handful of floo powder and vanished in a brilliant green flame.

"I should leave as well." Madam Bones said, standing up and making her own way to the fireplace. "Until next time, headmistress.". Madam Bones floo'd away. Daphne leant back in her chair and sighed.

"Young mistress?" began Sebastian.

"You're wondering about the lie I told them?"

"Yes, I can't help but wonder."

"It'll be easier to fight this war, if the ministry aren't in the way."

"I see. Subterfuge." the butler smirked.

"The young mistress is a devious little snake." giggled Tracy, winking at Daphne. Daphne chuckled and looked at her two servants.

"We still need to take out Voldemort." Daphne pointed out.

"Indeed, young mistress." nodded Sebastian.

"You'll both be with me, right? You'll help me? You'll stay by my side?"

"Always, my fair lady." the butler and the housekeeper chorused.

Riddle Manor

"I see." the Dark Lord sighed. "So, Potter lives. A butler… Hmm. You are certain?"

"Yes, my Lord."

Voldemort smiled down at the figure, kneeling before him. His most trusted. His most valuable. For years, they had served him. For years, they had tricked the entire world. They had infiltrated Hogwarts, fooled Albus Dumbledore, one of the world's greatest sorcerers. They had snuck around his school, learnt his secrets, learnt of the light's weaknesses.

"Do not kneel." Voldemort commanded. "You are my equal. In every sense of the word. Come, sit beside me, my child."

The child of Voldemort stood.

"Thank you, father.". The robed figure stepped over to a throne the Dark Lord had prepared for them, and took their seat.

"Item two, on the agenda for tonight's meeting. The mighty Dumbledore is dead!" Voldemort called. This statement was met with cheers, and laughter. The Death Eaters all knew that with Dumbledore out of the way, their sport could become much more fun. More muggles to torture and kill. Soon, the entire world would be their stomping ground. "I believe, that this calls for a celebration." Voldemort yelled. "Decimate the nearest village!". The Death Eaters all cheered and made for the door. Voldemort turned to his child. "Are you joining them?" he asked.

"Yes, father. I think I deserve a little fun as well."

"Of course you do, my dear." Voldemort smiled. He removed the hood of his child's robe. Her black hair, streaked with red flowed out. Her pale skin shone in the moonlight, her black eyes appeared to sparkle. She smiled lovingly at her father, and wrapped her arms around the Dark Lord, who returned the gesture. "Welcome home, Hermione."

To Be Continued

A/N: That's part one done. In the sequel, Daphne, Sebastian and Tracy will be going after Voldemort, with help from a few new members of Daphne's household. No need to tell you all who the gardener's gonna be, right? Anyways, the other fanfic's I've got in mind are a HarryXBellatrix fic, a dark Harry fic and one where Harry is raised by Death Eaters (the Malfoy's, Lestranges etc.)

Bellatrix is my favourite character, so expect to see lot's more of her.

Anyway, thank you for following, favoriting and reviewing. Hope you've enjoyed part one of 'The Butler' series. If you've got any idea's or questions, feel free to PM me, I'd love to hear them. I won't bite. Probably. -RR13