Revenge is sweet if you can do it from Hell.
By Urd Molony
Disclaimer: I do not own any of J K Rowlings characters or books, etc. I only own personally made additional characters, etc.
Chapter 3: Two Hundred
Harsh wind swirled the twigs and leaves on the forest floor around Harry, as he landed lightly on the lush forests floor. His great wings retracted into his back with a silent wish, a single multi-colored feather settling itself into his long hair.
The air was chilly, frosty, icy against Harry's skin, pink from the swift journey from Surrey to the Highlands of Scotland. The hulking castle that spread out on the high cliff top was typical of the rugged land in which it stood. Dark, menacing, ugly to first look, but magnificent in size. The stone blocks that formed the outside of the castle were Harry's height, and twice his height in length. Craning his head back, Harry could only just see the top of the highest tower. It was at least a mile high.
Harry bent down slightly and inspected the block in front of him. There were scratches all over it, clean cuts from must have been some sort of blade. But there was no mould or cracks. The castle was completely sealed, and dry.
'Weird…' Harry thought silently. The air, even now in the early morning was wet, but the castle was completely dry. A glimmer caught Harry's eye just as he was going to continue heading towards the front of the castle. Getting to his knees, small gems waved like a sea across the bottom of the stone block. They were black, but as Harry looked closer they glowed in the darkness. An image flashed in Harry's mind. Two of the black gems suddenly glowed in a handsome pale olive face. Silky and baby fine shadow black hair fell in light curls to circle the man's neck. A large nose speaking of blue blood was straight and even- a testimony to the crooked way it use to sit , thin lips that when released from the hold by straight white teeth, turned out to be very light pink and slightly full, giving a sensuous look to the darkly masculine face.
The image left as fast as it came, but it left Harry groaning slightly in pain and need. Harry quickly stood and quickly started striding again, before he gave in to the need that damn near consumed him to run into the strong arms of the sinfully dark man. He would do that of course, Harry berated himself. Just not until he found out how the hell he could keep his power in check enough to be able to go back to Hogwarts to see his secret love and finish his schooling- not the old fashioned way of course. Harry had had nothing else to do during the summer but study. One of the best things his aunt had done this summer for him was let him study when Vernon was a work, or out getting drunk. Combined with his new knowledge thanks to his 'inheritance' he far surpassed the Seventh Year curriculum and even the wizarding university standards. All he was going to do was get his final scores, humiliate Dumbledore and defeat Voldemort once and for all. There was no point in dreaming about what could never happen between him and his heart. Severus Snape would never return his feelings.
Overcome with a sudden wave of great sadness, Harry quickly pushed it away and followed the castles corner around to the great steps that lead up to two huge Cherry wood and oak doors. Harry walked up the stairs and knocked the two gold knockers, snakes entwined so tightly the Harry couldn't tell which one came from each door.
The resounding boom from the knock went through the castle and back again. It seemed an age before a booming voice came from behind the doors.
"Enter, young one"
The snakes that formed the door knockers started to move. Slithering across each other. Suddenly there were two coiled golden snakes for door knobs. Harry didn't bother concealing his surprise when the doors opened by no means and the snake doorknobs hissed there greeting to the new immortal.
"Welcome young one." Two voices in unison hissed in parseltounge.
"H- hi." Harry nervously replied.
The two doorknobs gave a sort of snake smile at the extremely obvious nervousness of the new comer.
Harry walked through the great doors and gasped at the interior of the dark castle fit for inhabitance of Lucifer himself. The walls were stone that glowed gold due to the expanse of candelabras that littered all the walls in spaces of only 1 metre apart. Tapestries, weapons and carvings stretched from floor to way high ceiling. Battle scenes, portraits and even a three metre sword could be seen by Harry.
Tall and short, strong men and women were lined up to the sides of the hall. Leaving a large gap leading all the way- and what a long way it was Harry noted- to a throne like chair at the front of the hall. Where the figures of a man and a women stood behind a glossy veil. Harry walked towards them, head held high, hair billowing behind him like a cape and shoulders back despite not knowing what the hell was happening, he walked past all the people who looked at him with interest and respect in their eyes for the young man who stood so proud. Standing before the veil he mustered all his courage, the only thing that connected him to Gryffindor house and spoke to the figures,
'I need to know some answers. My heart told me to fly here tonight as soon as I got my inheritance. Can you help me?' Harry spoke clearly, but with confusion of the night's events underling each word.
There was a silence for a few moments, and Harry could feel the two people looking at him.
'Yes. We can answer your questions, and more.' Came the mans reply. But before Harry could thank them and start firing questions away the veil between them disappeared. Harry could only gasp in shock and let darkness take him as he saw the faces of the two people.
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'CRASH.'
One hundred and ninety seven.
Another priceless, timeless and immensely valuable trinket shattered into a few zillion pieces on the highly buffed floor of the Hogwart Headmasters office.
Remus Lupin and Minerva McGonagall paced back and forth and into each other, in front of the headmasters desk. Spittle dropped of the edge of Albus Dumbledore's long nose to join the puddle forming on his desk and make room for the incoming spittle.
'Thunk.'
He watched as Albus Dumbledore held his breathe as an enchanted snowglobe to let him see into the Hufflepuff common room hit the floor.
'CRACK.'
But it was let out when it split in half and stained his floor. He watched as the old man contained a grimace and tried to tune out the yelling of his colleagues- to no avail.
One hundred and ninety eight
Severus Snape continued to strand in the shadows of the far corner of the over extravagant office, gleefully counting as each artifact broke. Remus and Minerva where ruining them all past repair whilst screaming themselves hoarse. Throwing them out the window. Throwing them off the shelves where they sat. Throwing them at Dumbledore. He himself had accidentally hit the table next to him a few times.
'Tinkle- tinkle- tink- CRACK'
'Whoops. Oh dear. There goes my foot again.' Severus thought dramatically eyeing the hummingbird bell with distaste, which now was in two separate pieces by his feet.
One hundred and ninety nine.
"YOU KNEW-"
"YOU DIDN'T DO A BLOODY FUCKING-"
"STREET BOYS HAVE MORE FOOD IN ONE MINUTE THAN HARRY HAS HAD IN ALL THE TIME HE HAS HAD TO STAY WITH THAT- THAT- PRICK!"
"Quite right Minerva. DO YOU THINK THIS IS A GAME OR SOMETHING?"
"Thank you Remus. SIRIUS WOULD HAVE WALKED HIMSELF BACK INTO AZKABAN JUST TO BE ABLE TO SLAP YOUR UGLY, WRINKLED, LEMON DROP ARSED FACE!"
"Enough!" Dumbledore finally defended himself with. "Yelling at me won't help us get Harry back t-"
"Us? US? WONT HELP US FIND HARRY! YOU WILL NEVER TOUCH HARRY AGAIN. YOU'RE NOT EVEN FIT TO WIPE HIS ARSE." Remus's eyes were glowing yellow, his teeth bared like an animal. Any trace of the kind hearted and knowledgeable man there use to be was gone at the moment. Severus was breaking in half due to the absence of his other half. It was all and well to blame the person who caused it but, "Minerva, Severus and myself and the others will be the ones to find Harry-"
But sometimes you just have to do something's yourself.
"And you will burn in Tartarnus while we all laugh and throw popcorn at you when Cereberus eats you up. " His voice had lowered even more than usual, still silky smooth but with deep hate and the promise of pain for any who crossed him.
For the first time of that day Dumbledore had fear in his eyes, looking at Severus Snape. The deadly handsome immortal, now that his glamour's had been taken off since his revealing that he was a spy to everyone, was sneering at the old man showing his growing fangs.
"Seve-"
"Don't call me that old man. Only friends call me that. You will address me as enemies and people I despise call me, Hades." Severus hissed deadly. "I will not let you near my Harry ever again, so long as I am in existence. You have harmed him for the last time Dumbledore." he spat.
Severus turned and stalked to the staircase leading out to the halls of Hogwarts, robes flying behind him, ignoring the two praising looks he was receiving. He stopped in the doorway and looked over his shoulder. He was hidden in darkness but a ray of moonlight illuminated his lower face, fangs glinting. His eyes pinned the Headmaster with his now red gaze.
"If I ever see you near him again, trying to hurt hum, sway him, or use him. If you even look at him in the wrong way. I will show you just how alike to the God of the Underworld l can be, his blood running through my veins forgotten"
Two great wings rose from his back in an array of black, deep crimson and emerald.
The wings of a God.
"I will don my amour, steed, and sword. Hunt you down. And skin you whilst you scream, Albus Dumbledore."
The words snaked around Albus Dumbledore, cutting off his magic, winding round his throat and squeezing unrelenting for a long moment, before letting go, leaving the old man gasping air in to his abused wind pipe.
There was a loud cracking sound and Dumbledore's desk suddenly splintered into thousands of pieces, cutting in all directions but seeming magnetized to Dumbledore, cutting his cheeks, hands, feet, robes, anywhere the splints sliced.
"Two hundred."
End Chapter
AN/ Finally done. I did this while I was away from "home" so sorry if it sucks a bit, laptops get annoying to type on after a while.
Dunno when I'll be able to get up the next chapter- I'll be out of the country and with my uncle and aunty- they would have heart-attacks if they went into story will be reposted next year so b-ware! Ha ha ha! It rhymes!
New year was sore. I got hit my a firework that my f'ing 'dad' let off and it got me in the arm.
Please review!
Vale
Urd.
