The air was frigid,my breath a tangible mist, flowing ahead of me in search of the mission. I am astonished it is this glacial under a clouded sky, the moon not providing her icey majesty to light my way to the mission. Shivering, under my fathers dependable cloak, bringing with it the warmth of many memories, sneaking around that colossal labyrinth of a school, that was once my home.
No. You don't have time for nestigal when focus is needed right now. Today will bring you to an even one hundred. Merlin, I should feel despicable. Lamentable as it is, it is the mission, my mission. The ardent rush of the mission cannot be stopped, like the flow of a herculean tide. The primal necessity it drives in my soul, my heart, hell even my mind. The mission is me, I am the mission. The saviour in the dark.
Merlin this guy walks fast considering his podgy stature. The rush, charge, frisson of earlier when the golden note landed on my desk, in the wake the glorious red smoke it issued, now drives my single-minded focus. Tonight is your night, my portly prey. Why was it the men, the fat men, brought a shameful joy, when on the mission? I guess I could ask my therapist but it is self evident and doesn't deserve my focus right now.
Shit, I need to make a move. We will lose the seclusion of this outrageously mundane suburb. How I hate the uniformity and unoriginality of these muggles, with their wearisome groomed front yards. What drove the non-magical to such a herd mentality was baffling.
You never fail my trust Holly. "Imperius".
Now my blubbery friend. Let us take a new direction. Let the easy comfort wash over you. I know, it feels like bliss, doesn't it?
I can see the man falter but he does as instructed. His atrocious type, secretly crave to be controlled and want to be dominated. We will walk together, your final walk, my stout friend, to your towering end.
Merlin, I think he must be resisting. His pace has slowed but we are nearing the rooftop. How I miss the moon tonight, she makes the mission better, like a Goddess acting as a witness, or judge, jury and executioner. Okay, that is far enough tubby. "Legilimens"
Let your judge see.
Merlin, you are repellant. Do you despise yourself this much to cause your good wife and child this much suffering?
The mission drives me but this is the gravest part. Do you think you deserve to live tubby? Your child does not deserve your slimy, fat fingers around her throat, such maltreatment for someone so young. Does the shame not tear your soul? Does love not prevent this? No, you don't love do you? Just love of the ignominy you cause.
Well this is taking far longer than is standard. I guess the mission wants to make one hundred well earned, demanding my quest not be easily won, as it has for the last ninety-nine times. Merlin, I am not sure I can take much more of these apphorant memories.
"I know you are there. I know you are doing this. Ha, do you think this bothers me? They deserve what they get. These women! Thinking they have some right to exist without me?"
Shit! Well this is new. A mark has never addressed me before. Fuck. It was a golden order meaning this whale of a man is a muggle. Fine lard ass! I can go deeper to find your burning shame.
Is that sweat trickling down my back? I have never had to be the one that kills so directly before, well aside from in need of ending the war. I have honed my predatory skill. It was the only reason I accepted to be part of the mission. It is the vile perpetrators who made the ultimate self-sacrifice. Merlin, my arm is aching. Urgh, each image is worse than the last and he isn't breaking, isn't moving. I can see that smile on your ugly fat face, mingled with your repulsive sweat. Don't flash those yellow teeth at me muggle. Surely you can't see me?
"Are you getting off on these memories? I know I do" the obses man barked at me.
No. You don't deserve mercy but I grant you the right to end it yourself but I will not address you directly. Fuck. How can this not be working? Does the man have no soul?
Oh I miss you moon. You always guide me on my mission. The darkness is starting to feel oppressive. There was a bright green flash and the tubby man is now falling from the roof. Fuck, did i just do that? No, no, no! I have never directly killed my prey. I can't have done it.
"Evening Potter. Playing with your target again? Merlin knows my body count is, well I don't like to brag but I don't take this level of perverse pleasure in the mission"
Great. Of all people Draco fucking Malfoy had to mess up my mission, my first real challenging mission in this last year. I guess the cloak is redundant at this point. My, it is cold out in the open.
"What did you do that for Malfoy? He was not yours to finish and I certainly did not need your help."
He is always dressed so fine... Now is not the time Potter! If only I knew how he killed so simply. On reflection I do not want to understand this. My mission is one of justice for the downtrodden. A saviour in the dark.
"Well it didn't seem that your, um, 'Friend', was going to 'fall' for your bullshit Potter. I swear you get off on this shit"
"Fuck you Malfoy. I don't judge you for how you manage the mission so I graciously ask for the same courtesy."
The stupid ferret. As if he could understand. The prey need to see the error of their ways, before the end. Okay, I admit it is a rush but I will not inflict harm, even though they are deserving.
"Come on Potter. I'll buy you a drink to make amends?"
Hmm, I am not sure that is a good idea. Liquor leads to poor judgment on my part and the last time I could barely sit for a week after the blonde had his way. Then again what is the harm? The moon failed me tonight, I failed my mission, the mission failed me. Fuck it!
For the love of all that is good. Why does it feel like a herd of Hippogriffs have been stamping through my brain? Oh no! Please tell me I didn't!
The burning sensation in my ass, coupled with that 'sticky feeling'. Yep I did. I guess I need to open my eyes on this new day. The light pressing down hard in its valiant attempt to burrow through my eyelids, is not helping. Well there is nothing else for it. Find that Gryffindor courage and face your blonde abuser.
Oh thank fuck, he is still asleep. Merlin only knows how a sleeping man can still look so fucking smug. I hate you Malfoy and why I let you debase me with such depravity is unfathomable. Fuck you and your perfect cheek bones, sexy hair and surpisngly plump lips. Fuck you and your skill in the sack, with your long fat cock. Oh merlin, I bet he made me moan like a wanton whore as always.
"I know you're awake Harry. At least no walk of shame for you today as you begged me to take you in your bed. You are so pretty when you beg Harry, it is a good look on you. How's your ass?
"Fuck off Malfoy. I do not beg. Not that I can remember all too well but it will be a cold day in hell when I am on my knees begging anything from you, and get over yourself, you ain't that big "
"I had you on your knees Harry. Ha-ha, you are funny"
Merlin, this is excruciating! The onslaught of my failure is fucking oppressive. I failed my mission and then begged to be taken by this blonde ferret. I wouldn't admit it to him but I am positive he isn't lying.
Well there is no use in wallowing in a Potter pity party. I have a deadline to meet by tomorrow and thinking about it I need a plate of something greasy to shift this feeling.
"Well, um, Draco! I am going to have a shower and not being rude but please fuck off now"
"Such a good host! I am not looking to spoon with you Harry but I am certainly not leaving reeking of Gryffindor.
Oh fuck off already. I can see you tenting the sheets but if you think I am touching that Slytherin snake, when not inebriated, you are mistaken Malfoy. Not to say I can't feel my own inches filling at the sight, but no, fuck off Malfoy. No good would come of being with you sober.
"Fine Draco. I will have a shower and please feel free to use the bathroom down the hall. Try not to flash your snake at my house mate though. I will see you in the kitchen later.
Well it felt good to wash off my failure and shame. It smells good, Cedric must be cooking breakfast. I do love that man but it is a crying shame he likes the ladies!
"Hi Harry I hope you don't mind but I started breakfast. Not being rude but did you get your O.W.L in charms as you don't seem to have silencing wards on your bedroom? You moaning all night is something I could do without."
Great. The bitch is here. Fucking telling me what to do in my own home. Why did people think of Chang as a nice person? Sure she was bright and it made sense why the patchy ancient hat put her in Ravenclaw, but with her ambition, she would fit in well with Slytherin. The way she pawed at Cedric and bossed him about made me long for a ruby mission.
"Hi Cho, um yeah sorry about that. I'll remember to do that next time. I don't moan though!"
"Sorry Harry mate but you do moan. Kinda loud! Not that I am jealous at all, ha-ha"
The harpy didn't like that judging my the death glare and the backhanded slap on the man's chest. Probably a mistake to have offered Cedric a place to live when he fell out with his folks. The burning desires and marathon wank sessions, solo of course, that started in my fourth year, thanks to the gorgeous Hufflepuff meant I sported wood for the first two months we lived together.
Merlin I need to get a grip. I am not going to lose my closest friend over a stupid schoolboy crush. I have my job and my mission. Well, do I still have my mission after such failure? No I didn't fail, the ferret just got in my way. Took away the dark saviours triumph. I mean there is one less evil in the world, so a failure it was not. Judging by the green light, Draco still made sure it would look like suicide.
"Morning. Did you make enough for everyone Chang?"
"Oh hi Draco, it is so nice to see you. Of course, there is plenty for all."
Vile. The sycophantic drivel that poured out of that girl's mouth. Of course she would fawn over Malfoy given his status in the Magical Community. She really is a grotesque social climber. I am sure, if it wasn't common knowledge, that Draco liked to stick his cock into firm assed men, she would pursue him shamelessly. Poor Cedric, he really is blind to this girl.
Of course my stomach is protesting my ire for the girl. I wonder why Cedric suddenly has a face like thunder? I have seen the Hufflepuff and Slytherin interact cordially at the Pink Goblet. I guess he noticed the eyes that his girlfriend made at the blonde.
"Harry could I have a quick word with you in the Drawing room?"
Urgh, can't it wait Cedric. If I don't eat soon I will empty the contents of my stomach across the kitchen island!
"Yeah of course Ced"
Oh my ass is really painful. Did Draco have to be so brutal? Then again I have as yet not recalled the finer details of our horizontal tango. However judging that I felt sated for a least a week after means he was a God in the sack.
It is surprisingly clean in here. Not that I use this room much. I wonder why Cedric looks like he has his knickers in a bunch.
"Harry, do you think it is a good idea getting mixed up with Malfoy? You know he is all about the game and he won't be looking for a relationship. I don't want you to get hurt again"
It warms my heart that he cares like this. Merlin it has been months since Theo and I don't think I was that bad. Okay I am lying, I was a complete mess. Draco is just a way to punish myself after all! I certainly have no desire to be Mr Harry Malfoy! Gross!
"Um, it isn't like that Ced. We just got drunk and fooled around. I am not looking for some sort of commitment here Cedric"
It is sweet that he cares and judging by that sad smile he isn't really buying what I am selling. Why did this man have to be so perfect! Fuck you Cedric and your good looks, well adjusted life, parents aside, and your Hufflepuff caring!
"Well, Harry, um, you don't have silencing wards on your room. Not that I am complaining and I don't mean all the, errr, moaning, but you were crying last night. I could make out that Draco was comforting you but you sounded so hopelessly dejected."
Well that is shocking! Draco fucking Malfoy was comforting me? Oh Merlin, why is that important right now? I think the crying is more cause for concern, no? The fucking mission! I do rely on it for my equilibrium. I guess the failure was hard on me! No, stop with the failure nonsense. The blonde git snatched your victory, it was not a failure. Although the burning deep down meant the dark saviour is not in agreement.
"Sorry Cedric, I didn't mean to worry you. It was just a rough night and I was drunk. I promise I am not in love with Draco bloody Malfoy".
Well that seems to have eased the sandy haired man's mind, judging by the tooth grin with his arms outstretched. Oh, his body is like a furnace, but this is nice, it feels like home. Shit, no no. Please don't start now he will be mortified. I better step away.
"Well right Ced, if that was all I am really hungry."
As I rushed back to the kitchen I think I heard my best friend huff as I left the drawing room. Maybe that was just my imagination?
The morning air was crisp and of course the morning brought with it a bright blue, cloudless sky. It is good to be walking off the remnants of my hangover, shame and failure. Oh for Merlin's sake stop saying failure. It will be a long day if you don't get a hold of yourself Potter.
At least the Ministry is quiet on Sunday. I have stacks to do before tomorrow and I could do with the space to think. That annoying girl's voice is like nails on a chalkboard and she seemed to be taking up permanent residence at Grimmauld Place, bitch!
I must admit I have such a comfortable office chair. I mean I am not a fan of the paperwork part of my job but there is really no way to avoid it and at least my ass is well cushioned. Fucking Draco!
"What are you doing here on a Sunday Potter?"
Of course! No possible chance that I can have one mother fucking day without having to look at that gormless git. Merlin I HATE HIM. How it took me almost four years to see through his bullshit. Why my ex best friend still feels the need to follow me around like a bad smell, is beyond my reckoning.
"Why are you in the Auror Office Weasley, on a Sunday no less? Surely there isn't anything major going on in the MMA office?"
"I will have you know that the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office is vital work, which the Minister always comments on. Anyway Potter I am here to leave an incident report of suspicious activity I have noticed"
I am surprised the man had the ability to write a report. I would die of shock if anything comes of this. Toser.
"Fine leave it in the in-tray and we will get to it when we can"
Ha-ha! I do love the unenviable failing of being ginger means the git can't hide when he is embarrassed, stressed or angry, judging by the tomato red of his cheeks.
"Fine Potter. It would be prudent to put the best on this, so that counts you out"
"Oh very droll Weasley. Nevermind that I have been decorated 5 times and hardly for my ineptitude as an Auror."
Well that shut up the fool. That's it fuck off now you lanky git. I'll admit I am curious what the report is about as the MMA office rarely required intervention from this office.
10th Day on February in the year 2008
Incident report completed by: Ronald Weasley - Head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office
Incident number: 145687B
Whilst conducting a routine call out following an enchanted sofa at the residence of Muggle, Lynda Goodman, in the Greater Manchester area, I was made aware of some unusual information.
Prior to memory modification Ms Goodman had informed me that she received the sofa from her friend Mrs Smyth. Ms Goodman informed me her husband had recently committed suicide, via drowning. She did not seem upset and I learned that he was abusive.
Whilst the suicide of a muggle would not normally raise concern the reason Mrs Smyth was selling furniture was to raise funds, after her own ex husband committed suicide, by jumping from a 50 storey bulding. Ms Goodman had said that her friend was elated as Mrs Smyths ex husband was continually harassing her after their 15 year abusive marriage ended.
This is now the 3rd such case I have come across. In June of this year I attended a call out for a wardrobe that shredded and spat out clothes, in Brighton, where a Mr Brandon informed me that his boyfriend had recently committed suiced by exsanguination. Whilst distressed by the event I learned that his partner was physically and emotionally abusive.
I request that the Auror office investigate these incidents as in my opinion there is evidence to suggest a causal link.
I have attached the case reports for your reference.
Well that is worrying! By the description of these events, I am confident that it is likely these people's abusers are the victims of the dark saviour. Shit! What is surprising is that Weasley bothered to make this connection. Fuck what do I do? I guess it would be best…..
"Pop"
What right now? Hmm, I've never had a white mission order with black smoke? What in Merlin's name is this about. What is this coin?
Dear Agent 7
You are required to attend a meeting with Agent 1. Please keep the coin close and be ready to follow its instructions within the next 48 hours. If the coin is discovered your contract will be terminated.
Fuck. That doesn't sound good considering when I started with the mission I made an unbreakable vow. Am I being watched, this closely no less? Do they know about the report from Weasley?
One thing is for sure. I needed a drink and that did involve calling the blonde ferret.