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Better to Rule in Hell, then Serve in Heaven

- John Milton

Cutting his way through the crowd Harry took no notice of the clamorous throng that surrounded him. His frozen green eyes made people step quickly out of his way, giving him a clear path along the crowded street. Seemingly unaware of his disturbing impact on the people he flicked his hair out of his eyes and disappeared down a dark alley, blending into the shadows. His form fitting black clothing helped the shadows to embrace him as he strode his way through the darkness. Forcing his mind to be completely blank he pushed aside a cold metal door and stepped through the doorway into a hazy blue, smoke filled room. The bar quickly fell silent as he made his way across the room to a table in the back corner.

He smirked, knowing the reaction, without turning to look at the still men that surrounded him. He was immediately recognized, but not for the lightening scar that had been his signature as a child. As a man he was distinguished by the tattoo of a snake, poised to strike, that coiled around his neck. He revelled in the fact that they gazed at him in a fearful respect, and not for salvation.

Typically in his business men were unobtrusive and bland. The kind of men that could frequent one place and no one would realize that they had seen them before. It was safest that way. Harry's reputation, however, preceded him and he was feared too much for anyone in the same business to oppose him. No one would ever openly support him, but they would deal with him, knowing that he always completed his job. The men's fear separated Harry from them, and elevated him above the other men, which gave him a power over them.

The table that Harry headed for had one man sitting perched on a chair. The man remained calmly seated when Harry made it across the room, but his eyes were darting everywhere other then at the man towering above him.

"Spider." Harry's voice lashed against the silence of the bar. The man cringed and raised his head to look into Harry's eyes that were now blazing green flames. The man, Spider, quailed under the fury for only a moment before turning to stare at the empty beer bottle in front of him.

"Spider, I seem to believe that we had a deal," a deep patient breath, "now why would that be, since I have no evidence of this deal ever being executed?" Harry remained motionless, voice calm, only his eyes were betraying his anger. "Why would that be?"

Without warning the empty beer bottle smashed to the ground, as in a flurry of motion, Spider lunged for the exit and overturned the table. The men stared as, without appearing to have moved, the space where Harry had stood was empty and he had Spider pushed up against a wall. Smiling grimly Harry slammed his fist into Spiders face, snapping his head back.

"I don't remember excusing you from our little conversation," hissed Harry, "We still have a lot to chat about." Spider silently shook his head and struggled to escape Harry's grip. Barely struggling to keep the man pinned in place the bitter smile slipped off of Harry's face to be replaced by a careless, unfeeling mask. "No? Well, I suppose that means then, that you're just wasting my time."

It's okay Harry, you have to do it, and they expect it. Besides, after all the lives you've saved, you will never do enough evil to tip the scales against you. This is your right. Your due. Take it.

The men stood unmoving in fear as they watched Harry pummel the man now huddled whimpering at his feet. He had slipped slowly down the wall leaving a smear of blood, deep red against it. With a final slam of his foot into the mans stomach, forcing Spider to cry out, Harry spun on his heel to exit the bar as silently as he had entered.

He froze mid step as the sound of police sirens came piercing through the walls. His breath caught in his throat as a cloud of anger took over his visage of calm.

"Who called the cops?" his voice came out strangled and hoarse. Slowly he turned to stare at the men. "Who the fuck called the cops?" It was an unspoken rule, that no one ever called the cops on him. He was untouchable, if he decided to do something he was never questioned, and no one ever made a move to prevent him. That was the way it was done, the way it had always been done. The bar became silently suffocating, the men afraid to breath under the force of Harry's anger.

Diving to pull the door open, and get out of there before the cops made it, he was forced back as the door slammed open in his face. Three cops stood looking down at Harry, who had fallen to the ground, with their guns focused on his head. Glancing past them Harry could see more cops standing on guard just beyond the door, shifting uncomfortably in the shadows of the alley. There was no way he would be able to put up a fight against all of them and escape. He sighed resigned, not to being caught, but to waiting for a more opportune moment for escape.

"Mr. Potter." The man standing directly in front of Harry barked out his name, so well known as it was amongst the authorities. Harry rolled his eyes to himself as the cop listed of his felonies and said all the bullshit about his rights. The cop finally done Harry stood up and bitterly put his hands in front of him to be cuffed. He knew there was no one to help him out of prison, any social ties he'd ever had he had broken long ago. People owed him favours, but if he were behind bars people's fear of him would gradually fade. They would feel safe, and that was something he could not afford to happen.

They don't feel safe now though, so who was brave…stupid enough to call the cops?

Not aware he had asked the question out loud Harry hesitated half way out the door as a strangled laugh escaped the limp form of Spider. Struggling to sit up, Spider pushed himself up against the wall, and glanced mockingly towards Harry.

"Who do you think called them?" The words ripped themselves out of his hoarse throat, "There's a new player in town, and he really doesn't like you," he shook his head to himself and mumbled, "sure doesn't like you at all."

Unsure of how to react Harry was startled to be hauled through the doorway by two of the cops, who looked terrified simply standing near him. Harry bared his teeth in the semblance of a grin and both cops flinched visibly, hands moving towards their guns. To their obvious surprise Harry calmly allowed them to place him in the back of a cop car and didn't say a word as they drove away from the bar. However he could not prevent his hands from shaking as the door closed and he was completely trapped within the car, completely powerless.

A/N: oooooh you're still here… yay you! I know its short…but I wanted to post it…I know whats gonna happen and I was gonna make it longer but, again, I wanted to post it…. Anyways please review… If you did it would be frickin awesome…and I would love you forever…yes, I mean you….