Disclaimer: Nope, Harry Potter isn't and never will be my creation.
A/N: I'm so sorry I haven't updated in days! I got sidetracked with revision!
Thank you to ukrainianelfhorse for reviewing! I'm gonna explain more about Ron in a later chapter ;) You'll just have to be patient :)
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I love the way that you don't care
You just move along as if there's
Nothin' to be scared of
And I love the way you flip your hair
Like nothin's wrong, to be so confident
Well damn that just ain't fair no
I just love the way that you don't know
What's goin' through my brain
The way you're makin' me insane
And I just idolise
The way that you carry yourself
There is no surprise
I'm tearin out my heart again
It's on my sleeve
And I love the look in your eyes
When you talk to me
Baby
You make me
Just wanna believe
Katy McAllister - Wanna Believe
The hooded figure, shrouded in darkness, crept along the silent street, his eyes sweeping along for any sign of life. The task was simple, destroy the target. Which would have been easy if he had any idea where the person was, or if they even still looked like their photograph. London was a big place, and though he had a general idea, his boss wasn't too forthcoming with the clues. For all he knew, he could be on the opposite side of London, if the target was even still there. The boss had said it would be fine as long as he could find his way around the city, but there's a reason he was kicked out of the Scouts.
Pushing back his sweat soaked hair, he glanced down at the map held inches from his nose, letting out an inaudible groan. Why couldn't the damn target have a giant sign with an arrow pointing directly at them? It would make his life so much easier. Keeping to the shadows, he pushed on through the maze of alleyways, wondering how he'd managed to get caught up in all of this. He never wanted to become what he was now, always promised himself he'd never become a clone of his father. But circumstances change, people change, and there he was, doing another man's dirty work. At least it payed well. Hitting a solid wall, he tilted his head upwards, blinking at the faraway face of what appeared to be the target. Well that was easy.
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Molly Weasley just couldn't stand the silence that creeped into the house in the absence of he youngest son, it seemed unnatural. Sure it was like that when all of the children were at school, but the Summer was a time for laughter and noise, not quietness and tearful whispers. Even the twins had stopped their usual commotion, and she was finding it all a little overwhelming. Why would Ronald run anyway? She couldn't wrap her head around it, no matter how hard she tried. Snape was keeping a look out around London, and Percy had taken to scouring the land around the house, but it just didn't seem enough. Was it her? Had she done something? Or did Harry and Ron make a pact back at Hogwarts? It seemed slightly suspicious that Ron was doing exactly what Harry had done before the holidays.
He hadn't taken much in the way of possessions, and she didn't quite know whether that calmed her nerves slightly, or just made it worse. It could mean he didn't plan on staying out long, but it could also mean it was split second decision, one that didn't receive any forethought or careful planning. That was what worried her the most. An angry underaged wizard out on his own definitely spelled trouble, especially if said wizard bumped into some taunting muggles. Shoulders slumped, she watched as Percy returned Ron-less, her heart growing in weight as the minutes ticked by. She loved her son more than life itself. So why couldn't he see that?
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Harry James Potter. That's what the band around his wrist said, and the clipboard at the foot of his bed, and even the whiteboard by the door. Harry James Potter. That was his name, so why did he despise it so much now? Harry didn't want to be a Potter anymore, and he'd never wanted to be a Dursley so that was out of the question. No. Harry James Potter didn't want to be Potter, he wanted to be Snape. He had his birth father's first name, and his mother's protection, he wanted something of his father's, something he could say with pride. Potter was the Boy-Who-Lived, the saviour of the wizarding world, the one everybody was depending on. Everyone who ever saw him instantly slapped that stereotype onto him, and he hated it.
Very few people wanted to know Harry for, well just Harry. The boy that at the age of eleven made his very first friend, that found out the joys of flying by defending someone weaker than himself. The boy that very nearly cried when he met his godfather for the first time in since his parents died, and the boy that was petrified of the shadows that lurked in the dark. That was the real Harry, the one that very few took the time to get to know. Ron and Hermione had come the closest in his three years at Hogwarts to knowing the real Harry, to chipping at his walls with a pickaxe . But Snape? Snape had gone even further. Snape had taken a bulldozer to Harry's walls, and try as he might, Harry couldn't bring himself to fight. The fact that the man had even taken the time to listen, to get to know him, was all that Harry needed. So if anyone asked, then no, he wasn't Harry Potter. He was Harry Snape. And nobody was going to take that away.
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He needed coffee. There was only so many hours you could sit with an overweight woman screaming down the phone in a shrill voice before it just became too much. The too much line for Snape had happened ten minutes ago. But Harry was in his therapy group, after much convincing from Annessa, so he would just have to stick it out for another few minutes, if he could last that long. He was beginning to understand why the nurses stayed well clear of this particular room, and that particular parent. From all he had heard, her son, or possibly daughter, was called Odyssey, and it had an autoimmune disease so had it's own bubble on Robin Ward. At that moment in time he wished Odyssey was on a ward as far away from Fox and Robin as possible, and he was sure he wasn't the only one. Mobile Phones should be banned from hospitals, or at least communal rooms.
He honestly didn't care about Odyssey's strange cold that wasn't going away, or that it's cat had puked up a whole carrot. All he cared about was Harry and Annessa, his two adopted children. Oh God, he really was turning into Molly! He felt bad for her, with Ron missing, he had after all felt what she was going through when Harry had disappeared for those few minutes in the shopping centre. Rolling his eyes as she got into an apparent argument about cheese, he fled to the corridor, exchanging a knowing grin with another father. It looked like everyone was avoiding the damn woman. Glancing around the nurses station as they dispersed to do their rounds on the sicker patients, he furrowed his brow. Where the hell was the coffee hidden?
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Group therapy was the worst idea in the history of ideas. Harry didn't want to talk about his feelings to a bunch of strangers, one of which was payed to listen to him. He guaranteed that if the therapist wasn't payed, she wouldn't care about how any of them were feeling. Anyway, right then the only feeling he had was boredom. Intense boredom. Harry was bored, Annessa had to go to the bathroom, Jaxyn was tired, and Marley just wanted to eat. So basically no one had said anything of interest to the actual topic.
"Is there anything you'd like to share with the group Harry? Anything at all? What about you Annessa? Any positive or negative things in your life?"
Harry could see the gears turning in her head, and the clear look of regret pass over the therapist's face. It was moments like this that he loved having Annessa around, the way she could be so confident, so carefree.
"You know what, there is something I'd like to say." She stood from her chair, her wig flipping over her shoulder as she moved. "If I wanted to share my feelings with anyone, the last person it would be was you! Quite frankly it's a waste of money to keep you around, and I'd much rather drink the chemo than actually speak with you! And as for negative things? I might die at any given moment, so I'd rather not spend my time speaking to you!"
She stalked out of the room with so much composure that Harry couldn't help but feel impressed. He followed her into the corridor, attempting to reign in the giggles as she caught his eye. There was definitely never a dull moment with Annessa around, and he loved her for it. She was the best thing that had happened to him since Snape. And his family finally felt complete.
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The next one will be put up on Friday as I have a NAB (Assessment) on Thursday, and then cadets!
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