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Thanks you for being patient on the 12th chapter of Hitman hope you all enjoy it. Sorry it took so long Skimbleshanks hope you enjoy…………


Chapter 12 - Time Grows Slim


"Put your wand down Mr. Potter if I wanted to harm you I would have done it a long time ago." Snape said sarcastically.

"No I think I'd rather keep it." Harry said trying to bring back some sarcasm like he used to give Snape in his younger years.

Snape held his hand up. "Expelliarmous," the wand flew off into the darkness.

"You can do wand less magic Snape?" Harry inquired lowering his defenses if Snape had wanted him dead it would have been done he would put trust in him for now.

"As well can you," Snape replied. Harry eyes lit up he thought he had kept his wand less magic a secret. "Don't look so surprised I know a lot more then you know."

"Snape cut the bullshit what are you following me for?" Harry interrupted.

Snapes eyes lit up with excitement. "I see you have grown up Mr. Potter." He grinned. "Well I shall cut the bullshit as you say and get to the point. I am a bounty hunter and I've been paid handsomely to eliminate you. It seems you poise a threat to a certain person's future plans."

'Malfoy," Harry thought.

"Yes Mr. Potter it was Draco he seems to fear that you will ruin his well thought out mysterious plan so I'm here to kill you."

"Why haven't you done it?" Harry asked. Secretly he was thinking of a plan there had to be some way to strike Snape. Harry wasn't at 100 percent in fact he was nowhere near 100 his ribs were bruised he was growing faint by the moment and Snape was standing before him grinning in his face knowing he was about to get revenge for the seven years of torture he put him through. 'I'll strike when he least expects it. I have to divert his attention.'

"Tell me more Snape, since your about to kill me tell me everything you know about Malfoy." Harry said tightly gripping his ribs he wanted Snape to think he was deafly injured.

"Never dispose an employer's information," he replied coldly. "But on the other hand I hate the both of you equally I'll probably kill him when I'm done with you." A large smile grew from Snapes gagged grin. "Pompous over spoiled brat of a child."

Harry began to breathe harder and hold his ribs and arm to draw Snape into the illusion that he was hurting. Snape unwilling fell for the trick.

"Well I don't really no much about his plans it seems that he has fallen in love with a certain mud blood and plans to wed her." Snapes eyes darted around Harry's face reading his reactions. He was enjoying this to the fullest.

Harry stared carefully into Snapes eyes trying to find some sort of truth. "You lie," he said calmly.

"I wish Mr. Potter but you know me very well from past experiences and I'm not one who cares much for a joke." Snape words bored into Harry's heart and he knew it was true. Harry had heard enough he let his arm fall limply to the side preparing for an attack. He had to use a spell only powerful enough to knock Snape unconscious killing him would stir the house ghosts and paintings.

He slowly began a count down as he counted Snape continued to speak but his words weren't reaching Harry. 5……4……3……2… "Don't do it Mr. Potter." Those words caught him in his tracks.

"I'm no fool my young friend I know you plan to attack me but it wont work you simply don't have the energy to pose any sort of threat at this moment." Snape was wrong. Harry stuck quickly muttering blasting charm and hitting him in the chest. Snape sailed backwards and hit the ground, rolled to his stomach and didn't move.

'I have to get out of here,' Harry turned and began to limp off into the darkness.


Malfoy folded his arms behind his back as he stalked around his room his mind rushing around him. He was concentrating heavily on something. The room was dimly lit only by two floating candles and a small fire flickering from time to time to show it still had life.

'That fool had better not fail,' Draco thought to himself. 'I have so much riding on this. If I don't wed the mud blood on the blood moon I'll never be immortal.'

The door behind him opened carefully and a figure stalked in slowly. His familiar silver hair was now grey looking and dead. Wrinkles dotted his forehead along with small discolored points pointed here and there. His hands were wrapped around a golden walking stick at the top was a dragon fetus trapped in a glass like container.

"Draco you need rest," the words were dragged and tired followed by coughs.

"Father I don't want to risk it I could have taken Potter out myself." Draco turned to face his aged father.

Lucious laughed evilly. "You and I both know Potter is more powerful then you or I," Draco looked away. "Snape alone isn't meant to kill Potter only to weaken him more and buy us time. Potter will surely kill Snape that is for certain and if he makes it to us he will be too weak to pose a threat."

Draco looked off into the distance then stared out the window. "I am more powerful the Potter but I won't risk not gaining my power I'll be dammed if I grow old and wither like you." A sadistic grin spread across Draco's face.

"You will get yours my son," Lucious said turning to leave the room. "Time grows slim for us all."


Hermione was shaken back to life from her dreams only to find she really was chained to a wall in a leaky dungeon under the Malfoy estate. She looked around the room eyes darting for some kind of something to help aid her escape. But she knew her efforts were futile she had looked around the room thousands of times.

Her eyes filled with tears that streamed down her dirty face leaving river like trails. "Ron, Harry help me please…"


Harry limped towards Hagrids hut. "No Hagrid!" He rushed over to the large body lying in the grass damp from dew. The fire in Hagrids jagged beard had taken it down till it nearly was nothing left. The blood had dried and crusted around his giant chest the wood was a crucial one. The big man took breaths nearly 15 seconds apart he was dying.

"Snape," Harry growled voice full of venom. "I'll kill that bastard!"

"If that is what you wish then stand up and let's get this over with Mr. Potter." Harry turned Snape standing right behind him arms folded in the usual manner across his chest.

"You die here tonight Snape." Harry said coldly.

"No Mr. Potter you are wrong three times tonight." Snape unfolded his arms and stalked forwards. "You were wrong once thinking I could be defeated by such a pathetic blasting charm."

Harry stood up. "It was only to buy me time to escape."

"You are wrong about where one will die tonight it will not be here." He stopped a mere inches from Harry's face. Harry could smell the disgusting sourness of his breath. "And you were wrong about who will die here tonight."

As the word tonight crept its way from Snapes lips a loud roar ripped the sky. Flames ignited the night sky and lit the area. The dragon Snape had been riding swooped down low gripping Harry in its mighty grasp Snape leapt up and landed in the seat.

"Mr. Potter don't struggle my pet wont kill you I'm simply taking you to a place where I can battle you undisturbed." Snape words leaked from his mouth juicing with joy. "I've been waiting for years for a chance to kill you I want to enjoy it to the fullest."


(During the conversation between Draco and Lucious)

No…of course…I've been observing the estate for days I'm sure of it…no…I'll make my move later…I need more evidence for a conviction…of course…she's my top priority…no its nothing personal simply my job…I'll call you back his father just entered there room…