They arrived with a pop at the old decrepit house. He brushed off the dust that landed on him and then saw Marcus do the same. Rosa was cursing at the way of travelling, 'You good for nothing, vile piece of travel!" Hadrian rolled his eyes at Rosa and hissed back.

'If you don't like to travel with me then don't come next time.' She looked up at him and did the best glare a snake could do. 

'Master, I just hate that kind of travel as much as you hate rats.' To this Hadrian paled at the idea of rats and shuddered.

"As I enjoy seeing you two bicker. Which I presume you were but we have a job to do." Marcus pointed out and then asked "what your plan of action?"

"Well as much as it will pain you too I want you to watch till I do what I want to do. Rosa you can have a feast with those I killed. Once I say my line you may come and join if you wish. As I am thinking this is where I finally get to see my true family who abandoned me so I will need your guys' help." He told them to witch they both nodded knowing what they had to do. 

They all walked out of the building, taking in the cool air, the Joker mask in place once again ready for a fun fight. They looked down and saw that instead of actually decent Death Eaters there were Zombies in Death Eater garb. That meant a Necromancer was nearby. 

Now here is dilemma "should I hunt down the Necromancer or should I get Lestrange? one hand I wouldn't have to deal with them. On the other hand the pathetic Order members might think I was an enemy or worse. What do you say? " 

"Well I would say Lestrange I need a new set of full ingredients for potions, and a few other things" Marcus said

"Really Marcus?" Hadrian shocked his head. 

'I can get more food '  Rosa answered

"You two are impossible. Keep a watch out join me when you'd like." for him the mission came first which means only Lestrange. 

Many people misunderstands the Joker think of a evil unpleasant person but he is a good person just a hard time with his emotions. Manly caused by the years of suffering. Never knowing he had a family. Forgotten and left behind. He was crazy? At times. Cold? Yes. Cruel? most of the time, but not totally evil. Not yet anyways.   

"The time for fun.." he said with a killer gleam in his eyes. He is known for more of the Muggle world and in the Wizarding World he is but a whisper, who could always get its target, that is if you can hire his services.

With a flick of the wand a giant red beam soared towards those unknowing undead. He apparated on top of a building, with his wand as his side looking down below. This may seam of a surprise but this was his stance, made him even more ferocious without doing much. The onlookers looked up in awe at him. The Joker smiled to himself as the Hogwarts students and order members were dumbstruck as his arrival. 

Questions flew out around the residence watching the scene play out. McGonagall asked "Albus! Who is that?" 

With a clear shrug "we can only hope, Minerva, the he is a friend."

The Joker stood atop the building watching the people below him. He locked eyes with his target and in said in a deep voice, "Bellatrix Lestrange. Your time is up. I come here on behalf of the words a Satan, who seeks your soul. May you burn in hell for your crimes against humanity." He wasn't personally in evolved in religion, but his childhood never truly left him.  He just couldn't resist saying something as scary as that, and besides it increase his wonderful reputation. 

The air filled with magic once again just as four years ago, Dumbledore recognized his presence. In a blink of an eye he was behind Lestrange, his wand raised. 

"Diffindo!" he said calmly and the beam of light smashed into her back. She did already have her shield up that took up the brute of the attack. Although a gash appeared on the back of her robes. Blood spilled out and she went flying into the sides of the Zombies knocking over a good few of them. 

Joker stood there waiting for her to get up. His blood boiling with excitement and hatred and the adrenaline was pumping faster and faster but he tried not to show to much of it. "C'mon Lestrange, get up,"  he said with annoyance feel. 

In responded with a growl and slowly picked herself up; with her wand fixed her dislocated arm. 'How dare he,' she though as her eyes slited in anger. 

Unfortunately the Joker wasn't paying attention to the Zombies. Two of them fired off disturctive spells, seeing this he ducked as the two collided together sending him aside. Which he landed perfectly on he feet. Concentrating, he opened his eyes, both of his hands were covered in a blue color of fire. 

At this on top of the hill this was their que to come down from where they watched. 

The joker sent the fire towards the two zombies and they blew up into pieces. He found out at a young age at the school that if he focused on something he could control his magic and all those around him the create fire no one had seen in ages. Burns instantly anything in its way unable to stop it, only if he wanted it to stop.

And so he set the fire lose, and focused back to Lestrange who by know fired the Killing curse which he side stepped it, almost to easy. A vivid stream of light cascaded out of his wand strait to Lestrange. Who had her shield up but was no match to it to with the power of the curse he put out. It would've hit her knocking her out but one of the Zombies dove in front taking it as its maximum. The said Zombie blew up bu the sheer power of the stunning curse.

Bellatrix thanked her Lord for allowing her to take the lead for today, to be able to fight a worthy and powerful opponent.

The two then stared at each other, the Zombies ceased their fight and made a makeshift ring around the two. The on lookers watched safe with int he confines of Hogwarts. Another minuet passed. The next moment, the two sprung into magical combat.

Lestrange cursed as she saw the enormous beam heading her way. So far she has only used the Unforgivables and nothing more which was getting boring for the Joker. At the last second she dived missing the beam. 

The Joker let loose a cold laugh "what, does the infamous Bellatrix Lestrange only know Unforviables? I know kids who could do better than that!" He taunted.  

In response she took 180 degree change "well." she said "you are a very good duelist. How would you like to join my master? I'm sure he would be very please if you joined us."

"No thanks, I don't think he could even afford me" he responded "and plus I don't bow down before hypocritical fools."

She questioned him "Hypocritical?"

"Oh" he laughed "it seems even the most loyal servants servants don't know his true heritage, Hu? He is always boasting about how he is a descendant of Slytherin, but have you ever wondered who is on the other side of his family tree?" pausing for the dramatic appeal "Perhaps it is a purblood. After all no one else would be this hateful towards muggles, muggleborns, and halfbloods! But alas," He paused a gain "that id not true! his father was a muggle! And you people serve a halfblood, all while spouting rubbish about pureblood supremacy!"

Lestrange then let out a ear piercing shriek. "That's a lie! My master is not a filthy halfblood! It's not true!"

"Well, allow me to give you a brief lesson in history. Tom Marvolo Riddle  Born December 31,1926. The only child and son of  Merope Gaunt and Tom Riddle a muggle from the town of Little Hagleton.  Riddle was raised in the Muggle-run orphanage  after his father abandoned his new family on the streets, and his mother died moments after giving birth to and naming him after his father and maternal grandfather, who was the decedent of Salazar Slytherin.   Riddle began attending in  1938 and was sorted into Slytherin  house. Made prefect in '42, won a medal for "special Services" to the school mainly by framing Rubeus Hagrid for opening the Chamber of Secrets. Made head boy in '44 and created the first group of Death Eaters. Graduated on top of his class in '45. Great thing were of expected but worked at Borgin and Burke's, In '56 the first Death Eaters were created! Antonin Dolohov, Mulciber, Nott Sr., and Rosier were among the first to join. And finally the most damning evidence!" He paused raised his wand, he traced out the name Tom Marvolo Riddle in the air, with a flick of his wrist rearranged themselves. Lestrange watched with her full attention as the name turned in to "I am Lord Voldemort." 

She stared in shock as it was revealed she has been following a halfblood. Unfortunately for her she was interrupted by the teacher who gave her the history lesson. 

"Anyway it matters not, since you will not live long enough to do anything about it." He sent two cards flying towards her too fast to see, the Joker smile was cut into her face a, painted smile of blood ran down her face with his magic suffocated her, she breathed her last breath. 

As soon as she was dead his fire ceased burning, the Zombie Death Eater fell in heaps on the ground.. Joker stood there, his eyes looking like an owl's and blinked several times 'what that she- .... no way. Lestrange was the necromancer the entire time?!'