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"I need a disguise," he found himself murmuring, confident that what was going on was more than enough to cover up his voice.

And, what better place for that than the memories of his enemies, to see what they scared them the most. Once again, he peeked into their memories from a distance, trying to go deeper and deeper to see their biggest fear.

The first one he was able to find was Dumbledore, burning brightly and urgently, not believing the news of his recent demise, treating that as a trap. Harry was tempted to use Dumbledore as a disguise, but he held back for a few reasons.

The simplest reason, he wasn't sure that he could replicate the way Dumbledore fought, and not just in terms of his pacifist approach. Dumbledore fought with a breadth of ability Harry required decades to practice — and even then, he might never replicate his particular flair of transfiguration.

Dumbledore had many flaws, but not even his biggest enemies could deny he was likely the most talented transfiguration master the world had seen in the last century.

Though, even if the talent was there, someone copying Dumbledore would create just too many problems for the Order.

He continued to dig deeper — though a dark smirk appeared when he noticed Death Eaters had him very top on the list of people to fear, especially since the less important Death Eaters clearly had no idea what had happened back in the cemetery, only that he managed to survive despite being surrounded by Voldemort, and half of the Inner Circle.

He dug deeper and deeper, trying to find another figure that they were scared of, but as he started to go deeper, his smile turned into a frown.

The reason, was the other memories he had stumbled on as he dug deeper and deeper. The scenes of many atrocities, some against other wizards, but utterly dwarfed by the ones they had committed against muggles.

"Thanks for removing any concerns about excessive violence," Harry murmured, even as he had updated the spell selection he was planning to use.

Those monsters deserved everything he could use and more.

He dug deeper and deeper … until he finally found what he was searching for, a memory of them trembling in fear while discussing Grindelward's inevitable rise, though their concerns were more about him killing British wizards to make Dumbledore pay rather than any major ideological difference.

But it was enough to get a picture of another cloaked figure, though this time, wearing much more stylized robes, and a blank red mask.

The battle robes of Grindalward's inner cycle, were called Acolytes.

He might not be Dumbledore when it came to transfiguration, but creating a set of robes and a mask, accurate enough to hold in a chaotic battle, was significantly easier.

"It's time," he murmured as he pulled his cloak back on, ready to attack as he moved forward, his hand trembling, but the source of it was not fear. It was anger, one that was already boiling dangerously before stumbling onto the memories of their 'fun raids'.

He approached from the edge, far closer than he had been expecting to achieve considering he could already see two dozen Death Eaters, but they were clearly more interested in laughing at the witches and wizards that were helpless, a few Order members and Aurors unable to prevent them targeting the crowd.

As he got closer to the group, he gained a new appreciation of just how comfortable they were feeling against the threat. Several of them were bunched together in a group and had their attention turned outward, like they were on a stroll.

Harry was tempted to just blast them, but tonight was not about just getting rid of them, but making memories. He cast a spell on himself, one that would change his voice, but also amplify it. "What a disgrace, a bunch of thugs, acting like you deserve the name of a follower of a dark lord," Harry shouted, his voice echoing hard.

Temporarily pausing the battle.

"Hey, little man, it's not funny to disguise, stop it," one of the death eaters shouted back as he walked forward while the Order and the Aurors pulled back slightly. Harry could see McGonagall retreating at a distance, not that he blamed her. Considering her age, Harry doubted she had any kinder feelings toward Acolytes than Death Eaters.

Still, she would live.

Harry turned his attention toward the center, shocked at just how horrible the reaction of the Death Eaters was even at the appearance of an unknown party. They acted like they were untouchable. A habit that developed as neither the Order nor the Aurors used anything more dangerous than stunners.

It was time to change that, Harry decided as he targeted a cluster of eight Death Eaters at the center of their loose formation

With a loud snarl, he let out a string of magma from his wand, with absolutely no trouble gathering the necessary anger and hate. He was too far away for pinpoint accuracy, but luckily, the spell, once properly cast, didn't require it.

The line of magma expanded as it moved forward, turning into a small river.

There were a dozen ways the Death Eaters could use to stop that spell, creating a wall, targeting him to stop channeling, using brooms to move away…

Yet, they just froze, a last peek into their mind showing their disbelief that someone would actually use a deadly spell against them — even if they threw Avada Kedavra and other unforgivables like candy.

Then, their cries filled the opening as they ended up in a painful, horrible death…

"Like I said before, pathetic followers for a pathetic excuse of a Dark Lord, nothing against my true master," Harry shouted loudly, his magic thumping in his veins as he cast another one.

And knives flew toward the death eaters. Two of them managed to conjure shields quickly, but Harry had a nice surprise for them. He targeted one of them, and attacked him with a legimency probe, a push with all the subtlety of a battering ram.

Just enough to make him drop the shield, even as he focused the blades on them.

The more alert they were, the better for him to get rid of them faster.

The horde of knives was enough to take his life and wound the rest — with the exception of the other shielded one, taking a fearful step back. "Drop the anti-apparation ward!" he ordered his allies.

That was the last thing he said as he received a chain of spells, first shattering his shield, then him. Meanwhile, the other death eaters had targeted him, but their volley of spells was weak and inaccurate. He easily danced through the volley, not even bothering to use a shield.

Who knew all that Quidditch would help. After all those games, taking track of all those flying spells was nothing — especially since the current crop of the Death Eaters he was facing lacked the common sense to use a few area spells to make it harder for him to dodge.

In a sense, not too different from the sheep that was running away in fear. More malicious and merciless, maybe, but certainly no more skilled.

He exploded with other spells, ready to punish them.

And greeted with fearful cries.

He had to admit. Even he was unprepared for the result.

Maybe they had a point about dark magic, Harry thought as he struggled to control his spells even as he cut through the death eaters like chaff. Those spells weren't exactly simple in the training, but still, they were sedate.

At least, far more so than the sense he was getting, his veins filled with unnatural aggression, begging for him to destroy every single one of them slowly… His magic sang a dark song that only he could hear, begging for more and more destruction…

He wondered whether he would have felt the sensation in the first place without his Occlumency, or treated it as a side effect of his natural anger, even as he stopped.

With most of Death Eaters already dead, his self-assigned task was successful. And as much as he wanted to deal with the rest, he didn't want to do so without digging more into the confusing sensation he found himself dealing with.

"Pathetic. Tell your pathetic Dark Lord that I'm coming for him," Harry shouted as he glanced at their mind one last time, identifying where they had anchored the anti-apparation ward. A spell was enough to shatter it.

Then, he apparated away, leaving the Aurors that desperately shouting about his arrest behind…