Author: Mary-Sue-Aka-Da-Stupid-Girl (idea), UltimoSeverusSnapeAdmirer (writing, translation)
Disclaimer: Don't own! Don't own! Don't own!
Genre: Action/Adventure, Humour, General
Summary: Harry tries to take revenge on the Dursleys for everything they caused him and comes up with the most unexpected plan to get what he wants.
Rating: PG-13 (language and disturbing the idea of the perfect clean Boy-Who-Lived)
Warning: It may be disturbing, but it's an interesting idea…
(@)--------------- Let's Take Revenge! ---------------(@)
Part 2: The Mysterious Contact Man"Bloody shit! What the heck is this supposed to mean? Blasted Floo-Powder! I wanted to go to the SLYTHERIN Common Room!" Harry's eyes popped open suddenly. It seemed that he had fallen asleep whilst thinking about his plans. Very tired he rubbed his eyes and yawned decently. Whilst stretching his body, Harry gazed to the place that voice was coming from. The common room was quite dark, only lighted by the flames crackling in the fireplace. And there, in front of the fireplace, framed in the golden light of the flames, stood a black clothed person kicking one of the armchairs beside him. "First of all the Lord is freaking out because of that obnoxious Death Eater trainee and now this shit happens!" growled a very furious and familiar cold voice. Harry's eyes widened. What a fateful chance! He immediately jumped out of his armchair. "Prof – Professor Snape?! Is it really you?" Harry asked stunned. The black person turned around to face his unwanted company. His robes billowing behind him like an enormous dark cloud because of the quick movement. "Potter!" Snape hissed, "What are you doing here? Awake?"
Harry swallowed hard. Should he really dare…? Should he really ask him?
Snape arched an eyebrow questioningly. "Well?"
"Uhm…I…uhm…had been falling asleep in here." Harry murmured.
"Aha….you fell asleep, eh?" Snape crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Do you really think I am that stupid, Potter?! I'm sure you had been up to something until I appeared, isn't it so, Mister Potter?"
Harry furiously glared at his Potions Professor. "As far as I know, Sir, I am allowed to stay awake in the common room as long as I wish to! By the way, I'm not sure if you are allowed to stay here anyways! After all you are still a Slytherin if I'm not very much mistaken."
Snape's eyes flashed dangerously down at him. "Not in this tone, Mister Potter! Show more respect for your teacher! 10 points will be taken from Gryffindor!"
Harry flinched at the harsh tone of his Professor. 'Damn him!' he thought, 'Why am I so afraid of him? He's just my teacher and I'm already fifteen years old…almost adult…!'
"I'm sorry Professor," he answered, before looking up straight into Snape's eyes to add sternly, "Sir, may I ask you a question?"
Snape was obviously surprised by this kind of unexpected reaction from the obnoxious brat who was supposed to be his student, so he again arched and eyebrow suspiciously. Since when dared Potter to ask him questions? There was something really fishy about that.
"You may." He simply answered out of curiosity. After all he ever had been a very nosy person. Unfortunately.
Harry nervously ran his fingers through his messy her. "Well…it's….it's a bit…uhm…difficult to explain….at least around here. We really should change the surroundings before…"
Snape was still suspicious, but finally his curiosity won the match. He really was doomed with his nosiness! "As you wish. Follow me to my quarters. We won't be disturbed down there."
Harry nodded and eagerly followed Snape out of the common room and down several staircases that directly led to the dungeons.
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They walked in silence. Harry didn't dare to talk to the Professor, because he still seemed to be angry. And Snape didn't speak…well, because he was Snape – or 'Mister Unsocial' in persona.
It didn't take long – or at least it seemed so – until they finally reached the door, which led to Snape's quarters. Snape quickly opened it with the password and offered Harry to enter. Snape carefully locked the door - after he himself had entered, too - and put a silencing spell on his walls, so nobody could 'accidentally' eavesdrop their talking.
"What do you want from me, Potter?" Snape snarled coldly and turned around to face his student.
Harry who had been examining the strange room jumped. "Uhm…well….uhm…" he stuttered.
"Stop stuttering, Potter! I don't have the nerves for such behaviour right now! It's almost midnight and I had a very hard day to suffer today. After all I would be more than glad to simply fall asleep! So could you please hurry up a bit?"
Again Harry glared up at him. Couldn't he simply put a stop to his sarcasm – even if it was once in his life? "Fine. As you wish! I'll make it short: I want to become a Death Eater and I want you to help me."
Snape's eyes widened and he choked hardly. "I beg your pardon?" he finally managed to cough out. "Are you kidding me?! I mean, you can't be serious!"
"I'm not kidding you and I'm deadly serious! I want to become a Death Eater!"
Snape starred at the young man in front of him suspiciously, but he simply noticed the sternness reflecting in his emerald eyes. Wasn't that bloody ironic? The person nobody ever expected to ask for such a thing was about to actually do it.
"Why?" Snape simply asked. He was too stunned to talk in whole sentences. Had he after all really been completely wrong about the young Gryffindor's behaviour?
"To be honest, Professor, I need the Dark Lord's Power to take revenge. To take revenge on those people who never showed any respect for me and those who never understood me! And after that, who knows, I'll perhaps change the sides totally. I don't know why, but I feel the blood in my veins boil in anticipation at the very thought! It's odd, but it's the truth." A smirk crossed his lips and his started to glitter in a very strange way.
Snape shuddered slightly at the sight. He'd never expected Harry to actually say something like that. "And what's about the revenge on Voldemort? After all he killed your parents! He's the one who actually caused all your problems!"
"I know what he did!" Harry snapped. "And I still don't forgive him for doing that. Maybe I never will, but as I said before, I need his power to realise my plans."
"You're mad, Potter! Do you really know what it's like to be a real Death Eater? I don't think so! You'll have to kill innocent people and destroy the idyllic lives of families. The shadows will hunt your mind until you'll get insane if you're not an as half as cold-hearted bastard as I am. And besides, you're talking about forming an alliance with your archenemy. Don't you think this sounds a bit disturbing?" Snape sneered, but he was still obviously shocked.
"I see your point, Professor, but do you really have a single clue what I had been going through this summer? I doubt it, because you can't know – and I'm sure you even don't care. But I'll explain you what I had to suffer. First of all my aunt forced me to do so much homework an adult couldn't have done without collapsing because of physical overexertion. And then I had to survive my uncle's daily 'boxing training'. I had been his 'living punching bag', just because he wanted his bloody son to get interested in sports. Every evening I had to get beaten up until unconscious in order to please my cousin. I couldn't stand another summer like that! But Dumbledore thinks it wise to send me back to those…those monsters!" Harry was nearly crying and his fists were clenched, so that his fingernails painfully deeply bored into his own flesh.
Snape had been listening carefully. Of course he had heard of the greatest muggles on earth who happened to be Harry's only relatives. But he hadn't expected them to be that…extreme.
"Fine, Potter. I'll ask him. I'm still not pleased with your decision, but I understand your points. I'm pretty sure Voldemort will understand them, too. After all he had been going through this hell as well as he himself had been a child." Snape answered calmly.
Harry's face brightened. "You…you really would do that for me? Thank you so much!" He felt the sudden urge to hug the Potions Professor rising within his body, but decided it would be not wise to do this. (Snape wouldn't like such an outburst…he was pretty sure!)
"Nothing to thank me for now, Potter! I'm sure you'll regret your decision immediately after becoming a Death Eater. A Death Eater life means more than a tough life. It's a pure torture day after day. You'll be punished for everything you messed up." Snape said bitterly. He knew the punishments all too well.
Harry stared curiously at the older wizard. "So why did you join the Death Eaters again?"
"I really don't know how you found out that I became a Death Eater again, but it's too difficult to explain right now. I'm tired like hell and badly need to rest a few hours. And so should you. Go to bed, Potter. Tomorrow is Saturday and we can discuss anything you want to discuss…Good Night." With those words Snape unlocked the door and gestured Harry to leave his rooms.
"Good Night, Professor!" Harry grinned, before he left the room and wandered back to Gryffindor-Tower.
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A/n: Hmm….so Snape is the mysterious person Harry wanted to contact. And, oh surprise, he's a Death Eater again. Why you ask? I'll explain it in the next chapter. *hint, hint* ^^
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