WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! Ok guys, a few things just before you start reading this chapter:

1. It is violent. This chapter, whatever you may think of my decision, wasn't made for you to be offended. And I say this because you might be offended for what you're about to read.

2. I'm not promoting violence or revenge in any way. I'm writing it like this because I felt like it was necessary. Though, you may come up with a better idea for this one and still I'd choose this. That's how I wrote it.

3. You can judge me however you like but no one can blame me for deciding upon this outcome. This is my plot after all.

4. I need to remind you that, no matter what happens, each and every person has a free will and we cannot blame others for what we decide.

5. Everything we do, whether is good or not, has consequences.

If you have the time, please read the author's note at the end of the chapter.

Chapter 16.

Unfortunately, Draco Malfoy was released. The evidence against him was insufficient and his defenders did not allow the use of Veritaserum thanks to certain loopholes in the bureaucratic proceedings. They argued against the "supposed" abuse of force and lack of strong evidence that could prove that Malfoy was indeed using his now abandoned manor for illicit purposes to the Wizengamot in the trial and that Draco Malfoy had nothing to do with any of the charges against him.

Harry and the others knew quite well that the blond was guilty of the charges as Mundungus Fletcher, an active member of the Order, saw and followed the movements of his illegal activities. But this was not the green-eyed man's real plan. The effectiveness of the plan would come later.

Bill had mentioned that the Malfoy's vault contents had less than three thousand galleons and having removed the clandestine laboratory and the seizure of the Manor and other properties of the Malfoy's for being under investigation, the blond had been close to being bankrupt.

Intel from various sources kept Harry aware of every movement of Draco Malfoy and his cronies: Blaze Zabini, like his mother, married, and his wives (as this was his second marriage and his first marriage was almost a year ago) died suspiciously. But none of them knew Harry would find out.

The day after the announcement in 'The Prophet', Mrs. Zabini was charged for murder and was arrested for life in Azkaban. The relatives of her deceased husbands demanded goods, leaving what little Blaise saved because everything was going to splurge.

While investigations from Draco Malfoy's activities ran, Theodore Nott, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle strangely vanished ... but Harry knew where they were.

Of course Harry knew ... And he knew because he himself, along with Ron, the twins, Neville, Dean and Seamus captured them and hid them in a cave on the outskirts of Scotland. It was a cold, damp cave which had a hideous and foul odor coming from its depths. The captives didn't know why there was a stink; all they knew was that they had been there for days freezing in the cold dampness and starving because Harry ordered that they only be fed once a day with only bread and water, just enough for them not to die… yet.

Regardless that Draco Malfoy had been found not guilty at his trial, his associates, creditors and solicitors ended up collecting what little the blond possessed, including the department he had bought. No longer supported with the profits from his illicit business, he was literally left homeless. Nobody trusted him after all the ordeal and the doors of their acquaintances slammed shut in his face. No one wanted anything to do with Draco Malfoy for fear of rejection from the magical community. At this point, everyone knew this was the Malfoy downfall and who would put up with that?

It had been almost a year to the day that he and his cronies defiled Hermione and the girl, unfortunately, still remembered the terrible experience, especially in these days. And how, little by little, she started losing everything: her friends, her dignity, her confidence.

Hermione tried to fight the shadow of the past amid the light and warmth that Harry's love and support offered her, but it was impossible to overlook her previous situation. Every time she looked in the mirror Hermione couldn't believe what had been her life last year. In Arya Samaj, the magical hospital in India, the mediwizards managed to almost completely erase the scars on her back and legs, and when Harry admired her nakedness, he kissed every inch that had been hurt and defiled, pulling tender, soft sighs from Hermione. The scars were almost imperceptible; pale long lines marred her creamy skin, but although the girl could just look at them in the mirror, she knew exactly where every vestige of torture was.

The exact day that Hermione had been raped, only a year later, began the real payback.

Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini were removed from the streets –inconspicuously as to not rise the attention from the very alleys they meandered for days- and taken to the cave where his other three henchmen were waiting. Between Harry, the twins, Charlie, Mad-Eye, Remus and Tonks stunned them and were awakened chained to the stone walls in the cave, sturdy iron shackles held wrists and ankles.

Ron, Seamus, Dean and other members of the Order and DA were there, waiting for the offenders to come around. Luna and Ginny knew that this day would hold what Harry was planning, but they were at Hogwarts submitting their respective NEWT's and there was no way to get them out of the school. Even if they could, Harry and Ron were reluctant to let the girls witness the private trial because they didn't want this to be remembered in Ginny's and Luna's minds for the rest of their lives. It was better that way, much to the displeasure of the girls who could do nothing but stay in Hogwarts.

When Harry noticed that Malfoy was waking up, he motioned for the others to take their planned position: Ron and Seamus ran up to seal the cave entrance. Remus, Charlie and two of his friends, ran contrary, deep into the cave, to prepare their strategy. Harry, Neville, Tonks, Mad-Eye and Dean and the rest of the Weasley's, stood face to face with the five prisoners.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty," Harry spoke calmly, every word dripping coldness and Draco Malfoy's eyes widened anxiously to watch his eternal enemy. The blonde began to move his strained body lying on the floor, but his limbs couldn't move freely: shackled ankles and wrists restrained him to reach only certain space in the spacious cave. Trying to identify his surroundings, he noted with dismay, that his other four accomplices were at his side almost as stunned as he was.

"Where am I?" asked the still sleepy blonde and tried to escape from the chains and failing miserably. His pale skin started to blanch; the coldness of the stones beneath him was almost unbearable.

"That's not important right now," Harry said confidently. "But I think you know why you are here."

"What do you want, Potter?" Malfoy asked with a grunt as he sat on the floor.

"Justice."

"What are you talking about?" His grey eyes moved nervously between each of the present surrounding him and his cronies.

"Playing idiot isn't going to work, Malfoy." Harry's calmness was apparent. Each and every word was delivered from his mouth as if giving a simple reprimand to a child while the fire inside him, that all-consuming hatred, was barely kept in check. He wouldn't betray his feelings; Harry wasn't about to act unwisely and recklessly… not yet.

"Let me go," drawled Malfoy.

"I'm afraid not," Harry's tone was one of feigned pity, "You are here to be judged and punished, the same as your friends," and Harry waved a hand in the air to cover the space occupied by Zabini, Nott, Crabbe and Goyle "Letting you go is something that, I assure you, we won't do."

"Punishing me," Draco tsked mocking Harry's attitude, "you?"

But Harry barely smiled at him, "Not just me. Everyone in here, in fact."

Malfoy looked around and Ron, along with Seamus, joined the crowd, a small nod to Harry that he understood at once. All eyes stared back with rancor at the blond and his friends, but Malfoy smirked.

"HA! And you lot are going to punish me because…?"

Harry shook his head in disbelief. "I'm sure you remember what day it is today." Commented Harry but Malfoy frowned. After a long moment of thought, the blonde was confused but Zabini let out a sound of surprise, his dark eyes wide open in horror and disbelief.

"It seems that Zabini does remember," said Ron looking straight into the eyes of the dark-skinned man. Malfoy looked at Zabini who in turn looked at him with alarmed eyes ... and then he remembered. Harry knew it when Malfoy's gray eyes widened in surprise and realized that those memories would be at the forefront of his mind. Harry pulled out his wand and pointed it at Malfoy. "Legilimens!" Harry groaned loud and clear, pure will and resentment canalized into his wand, summoning all his strength to perform an art so complex; one that he practiced for a while now and in that moment Harry would test the effectiveness of it.

Suddenly, he could see everything from Draco's point of view: cold and raw images of those terrible times flowed into Harry's mind, watching and listening to every action while on the outside, Draco Malfoy howled at the invasion of his memories. Could see with horror and sadness what they said and did to Hermione, and how the girl was raped, and she was tied and helpless, how they found her inside that dark, empty house in London. How those bastards insulted her; how they abused her despite knowing she was pregnant; and how Malfoy tortured and whipped Hermione even though she cried and bled. How Hermione was lying on the floor bleeding and shivering, covering her belly with her slender arms; how Zabini stopped Malfoy and would later laugh at her expense.

When Harry lifted the spell and regained consciousness, he was left gasping on the ground; subtle tears fell from his eyes. Harry noticed he was lying face down on the floor and Ron's voice seemed to call him from afar but Harry could barely make sense of where he was. His senses returned almost to normality and Ron knelt in front of him, covering Harry's face with his body so that the rest wouldn't see him.

What he saw in Harry's eyes, made Ron back away a little and Harry's magic and his pent-up anger flowed from him in waves of energy that gradually increased in intensity. The other's must have sensed it because Ron heard a few of them gasp. The redhead, however, wasn't afraid. He knew Harry wouldn't hurt him. What he feared was that his friend could do anything in this state and with good reason. Harry and Ron looked at each other and both knew that whatever punishment they'd administer to them wouldn't be enough.

And then Ron saw it; before him was the Harry that faced cruelty and bullying; the Harry that had had enough of Voldemort's vile and slaughter. Once more, coldness and anger that enveloped Harry in the battle against Tom Riddle, resurfaced.

"I'm fine," Harry said to Ron in a tone of composure that made the redhead feel a chill ran down his spine as well as those who were around Harry.

Harry sat up; tried to soothe his senses so as not to let himself go by anger because he knew that if these feelings came over him, rather than punish their prey, he'd kill Malfoy and his gang on the spot ... and Harry wanted them to live to make them suffer.

He looked at Malfoy who was again lying on the floor gasping and writhing, holding his head with both hands while Zabini, Nott, Crabbe and Goyle looked quite scared. Harry looked at them all with disgust and it was real. The emerald eyed man really wanted to vomit but wouldn't allow it, not in front of them. He wouldn't show weakness or rage.

"I guess you remembered, didn't you, Malfoy?" Harry said coldly.

"How ... how did you know?" Malfoy gasped.

"Does it matter?" but at Harry's question, the blonde did not respond. Ron, perturbed of Harry's reaction, raised his wand at Crabbe and used the Legilimency spell on him, using almost all his energy into it. The effect produced on Harry and Malfoy, was almost similar with Ron and Crabbe, but it was so intense that it didn't last long, just enough for Ron to experience a little of what Harry saw and the result was exactly the same, but the redhead couldn't hide the anger in those seconds that left him almost unconscious.

Ron got up shakily from the ground where he fell on all fours, and punched Crabbe's right eye, as he did with Hermione, making him scream and cover his injured eye. The blow was so strong that between Crabbe's piggy fingers blood started to flow freely and Ron groaned when his knuckles, now broken, protested by the impact. Harry made no attempt to stop his friend, since he'd wanted to himself, but Tonks, promptly, approached Ron and healed him.

"I don't know if you've noticed, Malfoy," said Harry quietly. "But all of us here have a reckoning with you and your amicable friends."

"Are you going to take revenge?" Zabini asked almost afraid.

"No ... we will bring justice." Ron's voice boomed in the too much silenced space and waving his wand in the air, the chains holding them shrank until the prisoners were glued to the cold, damp stone wall standing still on their feet. The iron that held their ankles and wrists tightened around until the five of them groaned in pain and felt the flood of blood almost stop.

"That ... damn mudblood," Malfoy said moaning and Harry approached him with a light step, eyes alight, and his fist made contact with the blond's jaw, whose mouth bled instantly.

Harry approached Malfoy's ear and whispered almost lovingly. "That mudblood, as you call her, is the mother of a beautiful girl," Harry's words were uttered carefully, almost inaudibly. "A little, beautiful witch you despised and cursed before she was even born. One that, unfortunately, have your filthy blood running through her veins." Malfoy opened his eyes at the impact of the revelation and turned slowly to see into Harry's green eyes and in them found his fate.

The gray eyes wandered through the cave and saw Ron, Neville, Seamus, Dean, Tonks, Mad-eye, Fred and George look at them with incalculable disgust.

Ron approached the blonde and looked him up and down. "You're not so brave now, are you?" the redhead said with slightly amused tone. "Being pure blood didn't serve or save you from getting on the streets like a filthy vagrant and if it weren't because your sins made a terrible damage, I'd feel sorry for you."

The iron around Malfoy's and his friends' wrists and ankles increasingly pressed to the point of cutting flesh and trickles of blood started staining their shirts and feet. The blond, like his friends, groaned heavily, feeling that at any moment they would be left without hands or feet. Harry and Ron stepped away a bit to see each of their prisoners fight their chains without success. With a flick of her wand, Tonks made their shackles return to normal while the prisoners let out a groan of relief. The twins then pulled out of their pockets what appeared to be red figs and forced Goyle to eat one, taking advantage of him panting with open mouth.

Instantly, Gregory Goyle's body was filled with huge greenish pustules before their eyes.

"What did you give him?" Dean asked Fred watching the transformation. Goyle's gurgled screams made Dean, Seamus and Ron cringe.

"A new invention," Fred replied crossing his arms over his chest, twitching the corner of his lips as if evaluating the results. Fleetingly, Harry wondered if the twins did it on purpose. "We haven't yet tried it, and thought it was better to test it on some worthless guinea pigs-"

"That way," continued George mirroring his twin's posture and features, "We wouldn't hurt someone else."

Goyle's body started to tremble, writhing against his restrains, and the pustules, one by one, burst with greenish pus and blood. For each pop, Goyle howled with pain. Fred pulled another of his 'figs' and Crabbe, who looked at his comrade with his mouth wide open, was taken by surprise and had a 'fig' shoved deep in his throat. The reaction was the same and while the rest watched with disgust witnessing the result, Seamus asked: "And do you have already a cure for ... that?"

Fred and George looked at each other's eyes, shrugged and looked at Seamus quietly, responding as if it had been asked about the weather: relaxed indifference.

"No," said the twins in unison.

Harry shook his head in disbelief. He couldn't believe their impassivity. He was sure they had a remedy for that, but with a feeling of disgusting loath felt that that couple of pigs had it coming. However it wouldn't stop there.

Harry glanced at Zabini and approached him a little, wand in hand. The dark-skinned man noted his proximity and pulled his terrified eyes from the spectacle Crabbe and Goyle were demonstrating, both still howling.

"If you beg for your life, perhaps I'll forgive you," Harry said at Zabini quietly.

"And why him?" Malfoy cried in anguish.

"Well," Harry walked to him, "if it wasn't because he stopped you, you would've killed Hermione and her unborn baby."

"So, you're going to kill us," Malfoy asked, but he put his anguish aside and gave way to a strange voice that reminded Harry of Voldemort. "All five of us against you, wandless and chained? You're too noble to stoop so low, Potter."

"What do you know of nobleness, Malfoy? Or ... are you scared?" And Harry moved closer to the blond, his green eyes looked at him with anger and frustration. "I can afford to leave my ... nobleness ... aside," his last words were spelled silkily, tasting his power over his self-control, daring even himself to act on his impulse. "What you did to Hermione has no name or excuse -or rules to charge those cowardly acts. What I'm going to do with you is just a little taste of what you really deserve."

"Then let it be fair," challenged Malfoy. "We'll duel properly, if you've got any honor."

To everyone's amazement, the only thing Harry did was show a brilliant smile, his teeth visibly shinning in delight. "That's what you wished for, isn't it, Malfoy? Release you from your chains and give you your wand back to make you look as if you were a brave duelist, such shame!" Harry sighed indulgently. "Unfortunately for you, I think not. What's worse is your nerve," and then Harry shouted a curse he personally looked for exactly for this moment. He pointed at one of Malfoy's hands with his wand and he cried out in pain when he felt the bones break; nasty sounds, like nuts being crushed, reverberated in the cavernous space.

For honor and loyalty to Harry, nobody said a thing while Malfoy shouted feeling the bones of his right hand being pulverized. Ron stood by him, arms crossed over his chest but watching closely Zabini's and Nott's reactions whose eyes had terror imprinted.

Harry raised his voice to make himself be heard over Malfoy's cries, "You talk about justice, Malfoy, like you know its meaning. Honor and justice are words that aren't registered in your dictionary and still, you use them to save your sorry ass. Tell me, was it fair that you five had attacked Hermione? She was alone, outnumbered, unarmed and tied. That, to you, was fair?" and Harry lifted the curse.

Malfoy's right hand was shaking until it went limp, fingers at odd angles. "There is no code of honor to follow since your proceedings left no mercy ... not with something as vile and ruthless." Harry's voice carried the weight of a merciless God giving his sentence. Never in all the years of friendship had Ron heard his friend talk like this, as though Harry was hollow inside, like nothing in this world would perturb him from acting according to his verdict.

Those who were witnessing the exchange had only to guess at what really happened. Their minds filled with chilling images and slowly understood why Harry, who was always in favor of justice, changed in such a way. He wasn't himself anymore and what they ignored was that Harry broke a little when he performed the Legilimency on Malfoy. Whether they understood Harry's harsh decisions or not, they just continued watching without stopping him and only Merlin knew if he could even listen.

When only the howls of Crabbe and Goyle were heard –muffled by their swollen tongues- Mad-eye stepped up and intervened.

"The Order and the DA will wait for you outside, Harry," Mad-Eye said putting a hand on his shoulder. Harry looked up at the old Auror and nodded: everything was as planned. So, Dean, Seamus, the rest of the DA, who were waiting halfway to the exit, left along with the Order of the Phoenix, leaving only Tonks, Ron, Neville and twins with Harry. Remus, Charlie and his friends were still at the deepest end of the cave and almost as if on cue, from there came what seemed to be a furious roar.

With a sign from Harry, Tonks left to where Remus was, leaving only five of them against the captives.

"See, Malfoy? You're no longer outnumbered," commented Harry not without irony dripping in each word and Ron glanced at Neville, Fred and George, each facing the four convicts, raised their wands and shouted the same curse Harry used to crush Malfoy's bones. In an instant, awful cries flooded the cave, the echoes disturbing the seemingly peaceful stillness background. Crunches of breaking bones were turned off by the screams of prisoners while a writhing limb –a leg, an arm, a knee or whatever that was chosen- was punished severely. "It can't get fairer than this."

With a single sign of Harry's hand, his friends stopped their attacks. The emerald eyed man waved his wand in the air and hundreds of sharp little stones on the ground floated up in the air menacingly. He waved his wand again and with incredible speed, the stones were launched at the four writhing helpless prisoners chained, so hard that each injury started to bleed instantly when some of those pebbles were buried in their flesh.

When the stones stopped attacking them, Blaise, Nott, Crabbe and Goyle moaned in pain, panting when the air in their lungs wasn't enough. Fred and George, with a spell, made Crabbe's and Goyle's pustules stop bursting.

"Please," pleaded Zabini tiredly. "Please... no more..."

"Are you asking for mercy, Zabini?" Harry asked a little stunned, but with a touch of irony in his voice.

"Yes," responded the dark skinned man weakly.

Harry seemed to think on it for a moment and looked at Ron for a silent advice. The redhead just shrugged.

"Anyone else?" Ron asked looking at the prisoners and it was Draco Malfoy who answered weakly, almost in a whisper, although Harry heard and grinned.

"M-mercy," Malfoy stuttered weakly.

"I suppose you're listening to yourself, Malfoy!" Spoke Harry seriously. "Are you asking for mercy?" Harry felt almost at a loss for words.

Draco Malfoy begging… the blond had a nerve, alright!

"D-don't, don't hurt m-me," Malfoy stuttered in a whispered voice.

Harry walked up to him and looked at his bloodied face. "Do you know that you just said the same words that Hermione said to you? And you, tell me, what did you do?" Malfoy started shivering when Harry's green eyes stared at him coldly. Harry spoke, however, but this time in a whisper that only Malfoy heard: "You raped and tortured Hermione! You and your fucking friends! Not once but twice. You didn't care that she was pregnant, you showed no mercy and that's something I will not overlook. To how many, you bastards, have done the same? Do you want me to tell you?" Draco Malfoy opened and increasingly frightened eyes. "Oh yes, Malfoy. You've done it more than once. Padma Patil among them and that's why she and her sister Parvati left the country: like Hermione, to hide. We can also ask Hanna Abbot and a few others but it was Hermione who had the misfortune to conceive your blood. She was the only one you tortured without 'mercy'!" Harry recited that last word slowly and clearly. "She's not alone anymore because she has me. She, the baby and I are now a family. But you," Harry closed the almost nonexistent space between them, his eyes never leaving the grey ones that stared back with hatred, "you have nothing."

Harry stepped back confidently, raised his wand pointing right at Malfoy's crotch. "But none of that will ever happen again!" Harry spoke loud and clear. "No more stained lives by you. Diffindo!"

Neither Harry nor his friends had heard such a terrifying scream in their lives. At once, Malfoy's pants stained crimson from the inside out and blood ran down his legs copiously creating a pool of blood under his bare feet. Harry waved his wand and the blond stopped bleeding, but the damage was done: Malfoy would never rape anyone ever again. The other four chained observed everything and cried out begging and pleading for their lives, and that only made Ron's wrath darken his features.

The redhead raised his wand and cut off one of Nott's hands and one of Crabbe's feet. Neville, who had hitherto done nothing, cried Harry's curse and Goyle's legs creaked loudly, making him howl at the immense agony and his enormous weight was now supported by his weak wrists still chained.

Zabini was still shaking and watched those who were at his side screaming and crying in pain until Harry made their wounds stop bleeding, though he did nothing for those broken bones. Ron was already raising his wand, the same as his brothers, against Zabini, pointing in different parts of his body but Harry stopped them.

"Don't".

"Why?" asked Ron frowning.

"Because I didn't know that Zabini prevented Malfoy from doing more damage to Hermione."

"What did you say?" Neville asked. He couldn't believe that Zabini was capable of being merciful.

"Zabini already has a broken arm and ribs. He and the rest deserve the same fate Malfoy has," everyone turned to see the blonde, who was crying and gasping still stuck to the wall, his body supported only by the chains that bound him, shaking uncontrollably. "But I won't do it. Scourgify!" and with that, the blood on the floor, walls and roof disappeared as if nothing had happened.

Ron and the others understood this action and knew what he meant, and knowing that the prisoners had no way to attack them, they released them from their chains. All five of them fell to the ground like heavy sacks, some hitting their heads when their limbs didn't react to avoid the impact. Neville ran inside the cave and turning, disappeared from view.

"D-damn you!" Malfoy growled lifting his spasming face drenched in tears and blood to stare at Harry.

"Thank y-you, t-thank you!" Zabini whimpered from the ground, his right arm in a completely different angle.

"Don't get too excited, Zabini. Intus Expulso!" Ron shouted pointing at his head and he cried uncontrollably. The spell made his memories burn out like little bulbs; Zabini's temporal lobe was being fried. Ron stopped the attack but the dark skinned man was convulsing on the floor. The shock from his brothers came in urgent whispers but Ron couldn't care less.

"How does it feel, Malfoy?" Harry asked coldly. "How does it feel when something's taken away from your body and you can't put it back in place? It hurts, doesn't it?" the blonde looked at him with contempt, a feeling that Harry reciprocated with every fiber of his being tenfold. The green-eyed man pointed his wand at Malfoy's head: "Crucio!"

Harry didn't lift the curse until Malfoy's writhing of pain convulsed his jaw and his own teeth sliced his tongue and a jet of uncontrollable blood spurted from Malfoy's mouth. The emerald eyed man didn't expect such results, but approached his nemesis and healed the wound with magic letting Malfoy agonizing, howling like the wounded animal that he was... finished, defeated.

What Harry noticed was that through the whole ordeal, bit by bit he killed himself. With every attack to his foe, Harry lost a bit of his own soul. Not tarnished or broken, but as though parts of it where removed, leaving him almost empty. He had never acted in such a cruel way. Never attempt to hurt anyone or think of revenge and now he felt hollow and tired.

This new scar would remain. Maybe forever.

"It's time, Harry," announced Fred and Harry nodded.

"If any of you have the luck to survive, you just need to remember this: I suggest you to leave. Get the hell away from here and never come back. If you ever dare to hurt someone or talk about everything that has happened here, I will have no compassion or mercy. I will kill you with my own bare hands."

The five prisoners looked at Harry from the ground with pleading eyes but he wasn't moved. As it happened with Voldemort, Harry felt no shame or remorse for his actions. He knew he wasn't God to decide the fate of anyone and for him, this was just retribution: one of lime and one of sand.

Leaving them to be kissed by the Dementors wouldn't have felt like justice and yet everything he did to them, gave him no satisfaction at all because Harry wasn't like those bastards. He neither enjoyed nor lamented their pain. It didn't make him happy or felt like he archived justice upon them, but ultimately they would appreciate the damage they'd inflicted on Hermione, and will experience just a little of what she had to endure.

If Malfoy, Zabini, Nott, Crabbe and Goyle were repentant or not, Harry'd never know. Suddenly the ground beneath their feet rocked rhythmically, each movement stronger than the last and from the inside of the huge cave, Tonks, Neville, Remus, Charlie and his two friends were running at full speed.

"RUN!" Charlie yelled at Harry, Ron and the twins. "Get the fuck out! NOW!"

And they did it without a second thought and ran out of the cave as fast as their legs could let them, and when they were near the exit, a heat wave took them flying through the air while terrifying cries were heard coming from the cave and a roar of rage seemed to shake the very earth.

The group of people who Mad-Eye Moody took out previously helped the new comers to move them out of the way and everyone drew their wands, but the screams didn't stop. Gut-wrenching cries kept coming ... and then a roar... and then the earth shook beneath them, the force of the tremors growing stronger and closer, until Norberta's monstrous head poke out with one last fierce roar. Charlie, his two friends and four members of the Order, pointed their wands at the head of the fiery dragon and shouted: STUPEFY!

The dragon, stunned, fell to the ground causing the earth to shake with fury one last time, pulling out a roar that released smoke from its huge nostrils.

- TO BE CONTINUED -

A/N: My beta (Alex) and I had a discussion about this particular chapter precisely for its content. She tried to make me see how hardcore this one is and that people may protest for the outcome or how Harry's character was slightly twisted but let me ask you one thing: were you in Harry's or Hermione's place, what would you do? I firmly think the debate would rise, like in other countries, if death sentence is something mankind has a right to decide.

I myself had to think a few times if I was doing the right thing posting it like it is. I'm not waiting for you to approve my decision. I'm not killing anyone and I'm definitely not proposing this outcome as a solution, nor suggesting that revenge is the right idea.

Everyday some kind –or a lot- of crime is committed by unknown "people" and those criminals walk on the streets freely, feeling secure in their reign of terror maybe because their victims are scared of some kind of reprisals. This is my way of dealing with it, though it doesn't mean I'm right or that this is an example of what must be done. Like I already said: each and every person is responsible for his or her own actions, and every action has a consequence.

I'll tell you this, Harry did not commit murder. He punished Malfoy and his friends by inflicting pain the same they did with Hermione. Though, like I described, Harry was left feeling hollow and broken. That's what happens when a good soul resent such kind of actions. Remorse? Maybe. Regret? Maybe… or maybe not. But something had to be made and that's what I did.

And please, before you try to judge me, take a look around you, read the news, watch your favorite anime or Hollywood movie… tell me if it's less violent than this chapter, tell me if I'm over the line, tell me if I'm twisted and dark or sick or if I need to go see a shrink. Whatever you say about me I don't regret writing this chapter the way I did.