Author's Note – Decided to write this out of the blue. Title came from Game of Thrones 5X05 ending song: 'I know, I know'. I'm posting this because I need to get out of my funk. Hopefully it will cure it.
"Why yaoi?" I hear many who read my works before ask. "Cause I was wasting time while I was waiting for my puppy's results and got bored during the break I gave myself," I say. (Also got stuck with my other works and needed to do something).
Warnings – Not a high M but has the warnings of a M.
Parings – Teasing Harry/Draco, Tom/Harry, and Gellert/Albus (so far Gellert/Albus is one sided, as in Albus had feeling for him).
Disclaimer – Harry Potter belongs to Rowling and whoever else owns the title (just know it's not me).
For New Readers Of Me – There are probably a few grammar mistakes and things that don't make sense. All I can say is tell me if nothing makes sense and I'll find a way to weave it in the next two/three chapters.
I usually keep things hidden from my readers and let them guess with the hints (I'm a sadist that way), so sorry if that kind of thing bugs you.
* ~ "Oh some may call it a curse, a life like mine. But others, a blessing. It's certainly a lonely life, but a fulfilling one, at best. It's my cross to bear, and I bear it gladly. Someone has to take a stand against evil, why should it not be me?" – Within Temptation: Why Not Me ~ *
Harry entered his room with a tired sigh, taking off his vest while staring at the mirror. He looked at the old poster that was to the right of him, featuring 'the Golden Noir and the Fiery Blanc'. 'One summer's dream turned tragic,' Harry thought as he examined the taller one, 'some things never change'.
"About time you came," a voice said behind him, "I was beginning to think you've been torn apart by your costumers."
He paused, looking through the mirror. Harry smiled, "Dragon boy. Do you need my service?"
His rich face twisted, "I don't need the service of a prostitute, Potter."
'You needed my service in another life.' He turned around while continuing to take his outfit off, "a high class entertainer, Draco. Why are you in my room, if I may wonder?"
"My boss is coming tonight to conduct business with yours. I thought you would appreciate it if you were one of the ones assigned to guard them."
Harry tilted his head slightly, "the big bad wolf himself? I hear he dines with the devil regularly and feast upon lovely little virgins like you."
His cheeks grew pink at the slight. He turned on his heel, "if you don't want to hear – "
Harry reached out and ran his fingers under his chin, "why are you running?" He saw his pupil's dilate, showing he caught a whiff of his 'perfume'.
"I wasn't running," the drugged man said.
Harry lightly put his hand on his chest as he said, "my apologies. I appreciate you telling me of this opportunity. It'll be nice to take a stroll out of this den, don't you agree?"
He saw Draco turn his head away, but didn't move his body. Harry tilted his head to the side as his thoughts and feelings became easy for him to read in his grey eyes. He leaned closer when he saw how far he was embedded in Draco's brain, putting his lips to his ears.
"Don't be so naive," he told him as he felt him shiver, "don't you know what happens when you step into a demon's den?" He ran his teeth over Draco's lobe, hearing him let out a breathy sound. "We tend to bite the intruders," he breathed on his ear.
He smiled as he heard him groan slightly before moving away from him. "Unfortunately," Harry started while fixing his jacket, "it seems that I'll be busy for the rest of the day." He walked over and held the door open for him, "Dumbledore's whore is never without work, it seems."
A switch seemed to click in Draco and he left with dignity. 'If only I thought of this at Hogwarts,' Harry thought as he closed the door, 'he's much easier to deal with this way'.
He went to his closet and opened the door, "what do I wear for the beast? Conservative? Whore, Angelic, Priest, teenager...Oh." Harry smiled as he pulled out the outfit, "this will be ironic."
'A dark blue tie with yellow stars, not surprising.'
"I am glad you were able to meet with me, Tom."
Voldemort kept his hatred for the man in check, "the pleasure is all mine, Albus."
He almost twitched at his twinkling eyes as he began talking about nonsense. 'And a periwinkle colored suit. One of the most dangerous man in the world wears periwinkle.'
He looked around the room they entered, seeing how it was almost empty except for the two inside. One was dressed like a butler, his hair combed and his statue straight as he held his silver tray. The other one had a straight spine too, but his tray was held up by his ruby red tail.
Voldemort examined him with a quick glance, 'red shorts, black latex for skin, stringed platform boots, Vinyl gloves, a stringed corset, and devil horns.' "Your mascot is joining us," he stated after he saw his green eyes.
Albus chuckled as they walked to the table, "mascot. He's more of a security guard."
'And I'm an investor,' he thought as he sat.
The butler served Dumbledore a drink while the Potter boy served him. He held his breath as he sat the glass down in front of him. The boy tilted his head to gaze at him before gave him a knowing look, the black 'veins' visible on his face.
Voldemort watched him give a bow and backed away, his electronic tail giving a slow swish.
"Would you like a lemon drop?"
He looked at the bowl Dumbledore offered him. He smiled politely, "no thank you, Albus." He didn't seem to mind as he took one from its individual package and popped it in his mouth.
He heard the light tapping of the tail touching the floor impatiently. "About our factions," he began after letting Dumbledore have a moment to savor his candy, the tapping starting to irritate him, "it might be best if we combine our forces for now."
"The government's watchdogs are barking at your door too?" the Potter boy asked. Voldemort glanced over, "well why else would you willingly want to meld our forces together?"
He gave a short smile, "what your mascot says is true. They have been 'dogging' me for the past few weeks."
The Potter boy almost seemed to split his face in two with his smile, the tip part of the tail swishing back and forth for a while. 'From praise or...'
"They have with us as well," Dumbledore said, his face serious. "We've lost a lot of good men and women since they've been in town."
"Good, bad, incompetent," the Potter boy said as if reciting from a page, "the Ministry will wipe them out and make the world a better place."
The boy made a spitting sound, as if he had something distasteful in his mouth. His bright green eyes looked over to him, "the world needs some sort of evil in the world, else the natural balance goes haywire and all suffer."
Voldemort studied him, 'he's talking about more than criminal affairs. And why does it feel like I've heard that before.'
The Potter boy gave him another knowing smile.
"So Tom," Dumbledore began, "how do you suppose we defeat them?"
Voldemort looked at him, 'We now, is it? Well, I supose it would be wise to destroy them'. "We hit them where it hurts."
"Their shafts."
He looked at the Potter boy, whose eyes seemed to lightened. "Their weak spot," he said.
The Potter boy smiled wide as his tail raised to form a wave.
Harry turned the corner and parked his car. He got out and walked through the sliding glass doors, greeting at the secretary, "I'm here for a ten o'clock meeting..."
The woman looked at him, studying his identification before pushing the button, "Mr. Porter is here to see you."
"Send him in."
Harry smiled politely as he walked to the electronic doors, watching them swing forward. He looked at the brown hair man, watching him pour drinks. His face was almost without wrinkles, and his hair was starting to recede.
'Not bad for someone over forty years old.' "Dr. Faust," he said with a smile.
"Vincent is fine, Mr. Porter," he greeted as he handed him the glass.
"Then call me Henry, Vincent," Harry said as he took a sip of the wine. He tried not to show on his face how good it was.
"May I ask why the guard dog of the Order is barking at my doors?"
Harry looked around the office, feeling the plush carpet underneath his boots. "What gave me away?"
"Your green eyes are as legendary as your unfortunate scar."
Harry hummed as he touched the polished table with his finger, looking at the objects on it. "You've learned the English accent well," Harry began as he turned the constellation model, "one couldn't guess you were German."
He felt 'Vincent' turn towards him, "you sound as if my heritage is a crime."
Harry turned, "my apologise, that is not my intent. Forgive me if it came off that way." He gave a small tilt to the man, taking a sip of the wine after he straightened.
'Damn that's good,' he thought as he reluctantly put it down. 'Need to stay sober.' "It's just," Harry said as the doctor motioned to the chair, "your last name is very interesting."
The man sat across from him, "it has been used in many jokes."
Harry smiled softly, "was one joke about how you seduce young men from their families and leave them shortly after?"
Only the tiniest of his narrowing eyes showed that the Harry's words struck a chord. "Among others," the now weary 'German' said.
"You poor man," he said. "As for why I'm here, well, I need a place to hide my boss' little sister."
His brown eyes told him nothing, "I had no idea that Albus Dumbledore had a younger sister."
"A closely guarded secret," Harry told him, "only told to those who I know would never betray the trust and kidnap her or slit her throat."
'Vincent' straightened a bit in his chair, "and we reach the heart of this meeting. Will the dagger kill me, I wonder?"
Harry smiled innocently, "I don't think you have to worry about that." Harry subtly glanced at his watch, dropping the act as he saw the time.
"How about we cut this play short?" he asked as he put the glass on the table. "You aren't German, but Hungarian, and your last name isn't Faust, but Grindelwald. And somewhere in that shriveled old heart of yours there is a spot that's still soft for the one you called friend." Harry leaned forward, "But I still wonder, will you harm him again?"
His fake brown eyes narrowed for a moment, "I don't know what you mean, dog."
"It's simple, Noir. Will you break my poor master's carefully placed heart if you two meet again? I have to think of the repercussions of inviting you back into his life, after all."
The Hungarian's eyes grew cold before they became stiff. 'Amazing,' Harry thought, 'the glasses in his eyes almost shattered'.
"Will I need to meet him?"
Harry answered honestly, "he listens to my words. If I tell him that you are trustworthy, he won't come within a hundred yards. For fear his presence will jeopardize his sister's safety. But then again, he might still visit you, just in case."
The Hungarian hid his thoughts from him, but Harry could see what he answer was even before he pushed the intercom button. "Catherine, cancel the rest of the appointments for today. Something personal came up."
"Of course, Dr. Faust."
He wanted to kill the brat and praise him at the same time. 'To know both my identities,' he thought as he walked side by side with him, 'the boy is well received of being called The Order's Dog.'
He glanced at Potter and saw that knowing look on his face. He moved his eyes forward, pushing down his aggravation.
The boy smiled at the nurse before opening the door, "Miss Ariana?"
He saw the older woman and recognized her aged blue eyes.
"Harry!" she greeted while hugging the taller boy. "It's so good of you to come visit."
"I visited you just a day ago," Potter said.
"Oh, you did?" The boy winced as she looked away in shame. "I'm still trying to – "
She stopped talking as he hugged her small frame, "it's fine, little bird. It's alright."
He saw that familiar smile as they pulled away, watching it fall again. "Albus hasn't been visiting as often, has something happened?"
"That's why we came," Potter said as he motioned with his hand. He tried not to twitch as she glanced at him, "we came to take you to a safe house.
"Miss Ariana," he greeted as she continued to stare. He almost squirmed as the silence went on.
"I know you," she finally said. He watched her approach and moved his head as her hand reached out. "Gellert," she spoke, "you cut and dyed your beautiful golden hair. And you beautiful blue eyes are gone too. Albus loved your hair, he'll be sad that it's gone...Why?"
He swallowed into his dry throat, seeing her wet eyes. "He was depressed for months," she continued with a sad look, "thinking you died in that fire. Did you see his last performance for you at Hungary?"
He pulled himself together. "I'm afraid I missed it. I only heard the rumors and saw the news reports. I heard it was beautiful."
" 'The Dying Phoenix'." He glanced at the boy, who was looking out the window. Potter turned his head towards him but his eyes stayed outside, "the woman he hired to play the Phoenix was beautiful as well. Too bad he only keeps her by his side and not court her, she's a nice woman."
He felt his eyes start to narrow, 'what is he...oh.'
"Oh!" Ariana gasped suddenly, making him flinch. "I almost forgot about it," she mentioned as she went to her nightstand.
"Mr. Grindelwald," the boy started as he looked out the window, "can I entrust her life in your hands?"
The boy turned and stared at him with his green eyes, asking him another, more damned question. He was glad Adriana had her head down so she could not see the exchange or his own weakness of reliving the cursed dreams he had all those years ago. 'The reason why Gellert had to die.'
"Can I?" the Dog asked.
"Of course I'll protect her," he promised.
The boy showed his teeth in his smile while pulling out keys, "then take my car. Make sure to push the purple button before the red."
He caught the thrown keys, "and what of you?"
"Here it is!" He looked down and saw the pendant she was holding, the one Gellert always wore. "Albus found it in the wreckage and almost threw it away, but I told him to keep it, since it was the only thing he had to remember you by. Though, he didn't want to look at it anymore..."
Ariana held it out for him to take. He reached out and took the cold metal in his hand. He stared at the symbol that was embedded in his mind.
He heard Ariana give a short squeal and saw Potter put a jacket on her, pulling the hood up to hide her face. "I'll do what a dog does best, Mr. Grindelwald." He gave him a smile while fixing his leather gloves, "protecting what is ours before returning to my master. Now go."
* ~ "I wonder, which rabbit is being hunted?" – Kuroshitsuji ~ *
Part 1/2(3)
Inspirations – Candy from a Stranger, Girls, and Whip it by lightningxdisaster. Also Power|Villans by MissMillsonxx. Another from the trailer 'Now you see me'.
Next one? – When it's ready (so mean). Seriously, though, all the project I have to do, this will have to take a back seat for a while. Maybe after I post another chapter or two from my other works. We shall see.