Death Seeker
by T.K. Yuy


Please note that this fic is the result of watching 'Queen of the Damned' about 10 times in a row, and listening to Sting's 'Desert Rose' non stop in the car to and from work all week. It's also been influenced by the countless cups of Starbucks coffee I had while writing. The waitress and I are on a first name basis now, can you believe it?


Dedication: To coffee, and Vampires, and awesome music, and my cats for putting up with my neglecting them to write this sucker. *g*


AN: Normally I don't put these here, but I decided that since ff.net is being such a damned prude, that I should probably put these things in my chapters/stories with naughty stuff in them. Of course, those of you who know me, or have read my work, you know what I tend to throw in just for kicks. But anyway, for those of you who don't, I'll warn you now. While I don't plan on this being a full blown sex ficlet, it could very well turn out that way. It will contain some heavy citrusy stuff (at least that's how I'm planning it, but that could change too). This is also gonna be SLASH. You know what that means, don't you? I would hope so, because if you don't, then you're walking into a boy on boy fic. Don't like it, then by all means, hit the back button now and go find something else. I'm not responsible for your stupidity, and don't you forget it. Flames will not be tolerated, as you have been given fair warning. If you are okay with the whole concept, then feel free to continue. I give you 10 seconds to make up your mind, or else the train is leaving without you.
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//I normally wouldn't be complaining, but today was not exactly the easiest to deal with. You see, today was picture day, something Hogwarts adopted back in my 2nd year. We 7th years call it 'Year Book Day', because it's the one day where taking pictures is actually encouraged, and sometime later, the year book comes out. I've always hated having my picture taken. And what's worse, is I'm a 7th year this year. What does that mean? It means that it's my last year at Hogwarts, and consequently, it means that the whole of Hogwarts is going to see me as I really am, and not as the Gryffindor Golden Boy they've come to make me out to be. I hate that, almost more than I hate having my picture taken. And I hate the fact that magical cameras aren't affected by glamour spells. Fucking things. The scar was present, as were my eyes, and if you know anything about me, I absolutely despise both. The scar labels me 'the boy who lived', and the eyes, well, let's just say that they're expressive enough, but now with what I did to them… Ha. I'd like to see the look on the photographers face when he sees that picture. Or the ones taken for the Quidditch section of the book. I wonder if he saw them glowing as I glared at Malfoy. That reminds me… fucking prat had to look irresistible today. Him and his green and silver robes. Silver-grey eyes. Fucking bastard. Doesn't have any idea what he does to me. None. How dense can one person be? Ignore that. Ron still hasn't figured out that Ginny's head over heels for 'Mione, and it's already been two years. Of course, it took him all but 5 seconds to figure out how I feel about a certain Slytherin, but that's a different story.//


He looked up from his journal as people moved below him on the Pitch. He glanced down, and sighed. //Slytherins.// He cast the locking spell on his journal, and then shrunk it, putting it in his robe pocket, and did the same with his quill and ink. He stood up on the goal post he was seated on, and looked down. A pair of dark eyes watched him, laughing up at him. Daring him to do something. He smirked and looked for the familiar blonde head that he knew would be out on the pitch.


Green eyes widened as they found the platinum haired boy, a dark brown-haired girl on his arm, and quite happy -estatic even- to be there. He fought the urge to scream, and again caught the dark eyes.


'Look at the hands, Potter.' the Slytherin Keeper mouthed, pointing to his left ring finger.


Narrow slits of emerald hardened to nephlite [1], and his grip on his wand became even tighter. So tight that he snapped it. A bright flash of white drew everyones attention to him, and as silver-grey eyes met his with an amused glint in them, he knew exactly where he stood. he was nothing more than a convenient form of entertainment for the Slytherin Seeker.


"Well, well, what're you doing up there, Potter? Contemplating how to make the biggest blood stain when you jump?"

He smirked at their laughter, and let his broken wand fall from his hand, the Phoenix feather glowing brightly as he jumped. Some of them gasped, one of them screamed, but as he did a number of twists on his way down, it was those silver eyes he was watching. The fear he saw in them was amusing, to say the least. Obviously, he hadn't expected to really jump.  //Oh well//


The ring of white that blew out from under his feet as he landed on the feather knocked most of the Slytherin team out, but the blonde still stood where he had been, staring with wide eyes at the boy before him. //I should be dead, right, Malfoy? No one could survive a fall like that without some sort of damage. Isn't that what you're thinking?// He scowled and stood up straight as Malfoy helped the girl up, arms around her waist.  //Obviously it wasn't what you were thinking. I should've known she was more important than your 'entertainment'. That is of course, what Daddy taught you, isn't it?//
"Bloody fucking hell, Potter! You're insane!"
"You've just noticed? A little behind, aren't you Malfoy?"

He didn't give the Slytherin Seeker a chance to reply, he just stalked off the pitch, heading for the Gryffindor showers. When he got there, he turned to look back, hand palm up.


"Accio Wand." he said, the broken pieces repairing themselves and flying to his hand //Do you see me now, Malfoy? Am I still the little 'Golden Boy' you thought I am?//


On the ground where the feather (and subsequently Harry's feet) had landed, the Dark Mark was burned, and still smoking. Silver-grey eyes watched the Gryffindor go, and saw the snitch that had been in the air follow him, a trail of green left in its wake.

~!*!~

"Mr. Potter, a word please?"
//Screw you.//  He nodded to the Headmaster and followed him up to his office. He took the familiar seat across from the man he'd once loved and Fawkes flew over to his shoulder.


"Harry, I know you're know happy with yesterday's--"
"It doesn't bother me. The Daily Prophet's already told the world that I'm the Heir of Gryffindor, so what's a de-glamoured picture gonna do? And the phoenix on my shoulder? I don't care. It's who I am, so it's not like I have much of a choice in the matter."
"Harry, please, you know just as well as I do that trying to deny the fact isn't going to make this any easier, on anyone. You have to get used to--"
"To what, Albus? The attention? The prejudices? The 'oh Harry, save us!' crap" i've been dealing with it since I was 11 years old, and I'm sick of it. I'm sick of people treating me like I'm special. Sick of being granted special privledges. Sick of people expecting better than the bet from me. I'm fucking sick of people trying to lay all their god damned problems on me!! I'm no different than anyone else, damnit, why can't people accept that!?"

Harry's anger, if it wasn't clear to the Headmaster before, was certainly clear now. Fawkes had perched himself on the tall back of his chair, in full white flames, while Harry's eyes glowed a bright green as he threw open the balcony doors. The Sorting Hat turned to look at him from its place on the shelf, and the Sword of Gryffindor glowed gold, the gems pulsing.

//He doesn't get it, he never has. None of them have.//
"Mr. Potter, I advise youto calm yourself and sit down. Anger will not get us anywhere."
"Do you have any idea why Voldemort wants me dead, Albus? Any idea whatsoever?"
"For the same reasons Salazar wanted Godric dead, I suppose: because you're the only one who can defeat him."
"Defeat? No, I doubt it. Weaken him, kill his body maybe, but never defeat him. Darkness cannot exist without Light, Headmaster, and thus can never be defeated."
"You think that now, Harry, but once you are in battle, you'll see dif--"
"You're not blind, Albus, so open your eyes! I can't cast it. Can't bring myself to say it, and you know it. Voldemort knows it."
"Advara Kedavra isn't the only thing that can defeat him, Harry. There are other ways."
"Non that will destroy him completely. The killing curse is the only thing that will prevent the Death Eaters from ever bringing him back."
"Harry, please, stop pacing, its very... unnerving."
"IThis,/I" Harry rolled up his right sleeve and held the underside of his wrist out for Dumbledore to see, "this is unnerving, Headmaster. The fact that I would willingly put myself though the pain this brings, just to keep everyone else safe, now that's unnerving. Down right martyr-ific, wouldn't you say?"
Age-wisened blue eyes widened at the familiar mark being shown to him, and he sat back down, legs unsupportive.
"When?"
"5th year. I used a glamour spell to get into one of their meetings, and allowed Lucius Malfoy to Mark me."
"Why didn't you say something? We could've had Lucius--"
"Because I want to take all of them to Azkaban with me when I expose them and finally kick Voldemort's ass. That doesn't mean that I'll defeat him, it just means I'm going to try."
"Why would you do this Harry? What ever made you think getting the Dark Mark would help anyone?"
"The fact that all of Voldemort's knowledge of the Dark Arts is in this mark, as well as his protection from certain magic, that's what. It allowed me to create a spell that protects me from all magic sent to do me harm. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm late for Potions."

He left the Headmaster's office quickly and quietly, and made his way down to the dungeons.

//20 minutes late, good. Snape'll definitly not be happy.//
"Mr. Potter, how nice of youto finally join us. That'll be--"
"Shove it Snape. I was with Dumbledore." //1-love, in my favor. The ball's in your court now, Severus.//
"10 points for your tongue, Potter, and detention for not having the proper notices to verify your whereabouts."
"10 point? Fine. Detention? I think not." //Again, you underestimate me Severus.//
Harry pulled a small piece of parchment from his pocket, and tossed it at the Potions Master, crossing his arms as he leaned against the door frame.

"Official enough for you?" he scoffed, rasing an eyebrow," I can always go get him, if you--"
"Just take your seat, Potter, we'll discuss this during your detention."
"Fine."//Fuckin' wanker//

~!*!~

Class went off without further incident and it was now time to clean up, which Harry did with just a simple flick of his wrist. As opposed to by hand like he was supposed to. He was quite aware of the eyes watching him.
//Ron, stop looking at me like you don't know me. Hermione, I don't give two shits about Potions or House Points, and you know it. Snape, we all know you hate me, so just take away your points and get it overwith. And malfoy? You may be a drop dead gorgeous pain in my ass, but unless you plan on saying or doing something, stop staring at me like you've seen a ghost.//
"50 points from Gryffindor for the unapproved use of a wand in this class. I believe that was rule number one back in 1st year, Potter."
//again, what a wanker// "Do I look like I give a shit?"
Totally ignoring Ron and Hermione, Harry stalked out of the Potions room, and was very aware of them following him.
"Harry," Ron shouted. "Wait up!"
"What the hell's gotten into you, Harry?" asked Hermione, unable to meet his eyes.
"It's called a backbone, Hermione, something I've always had, but was too afraid to use. Well, not anymore. Snape can suck my dick. They all can."
Stunned, Ron stopped, and Hermione ran into him. Harry disappeared into the crowd of students, and they were left to stare after him. But they weren't the only ones.

~!*!~

"What do you want, Zambini?" he growled, not even bothering to look up from his journal. //Fucking prick wants me to screw him, how much ya wanna bet?//
"The weddin's in July."
"So?"
"So, I thought you'd wanna know."
"Why, so i can show up and object? I don't work that way, and you know it."
"I also know about the glamours and the sleeping potions. And the Mark, in case you've forgotten."
"And I know about your piercings, and about your Mark. Oh, and let's not forget the little fact that you liked to be tied up and fucked until you bleed and then pl--"
"Okay, okay, I get it!"

Zambini took out a pack of cigarettes, and offered one to Harry. The Gryffindor took it, without even looking up, and nodded once it was lit. He dipped his quill again, jotted down some final notes, and snapped the black book shut before takig a long drag.


"Thanks." he said, exhaling over the Astronomy tower's edge, "it's been awhile since I've had a smoke."
"You're shakes have gotten noticable, so I figured you could use one."
"You got another pack stashed away somewhere?"
"Depends on what you're giving me for it."
"Last pack, huh?"


a nod.


"Fine. I'll meet you in the Prefects bathroom and 12 tomorrow."
"And?"
"And bring the cigs. We'll go from there."
//what a bitch//

~!*!~

//Zambini is such a whore that it's funny. He showed up wearing nothing but a thong under his robes, and the jewelry I like. All dolled up too. I find that hilarious. Normally he'd glamour it so no one would see, but I guess he really wanted it. Oh well, who am I to judge? I fucked him for a pack of Marlboros.//
"Potter." //Damn you Malfoy.//
"What do you want, Malfoy? Can't you see I'm busy?"
"Where's your Snitch?"
"Why?"
"Because 1) you're never without it when you're out here, and 2) I'm in the mood for some one on one. Now."
"Sorry, can't help you."
Harry flicked his cigarette, and closed his journal. Malfoy didn't move.

"I don't have my Snitch, Malfoy, so bugger the fuck off."
"Then we use mine. Get your broom."
"Malfoy, I'm not in the mood to play /games/ or haven't you noticed? You can't -won't- beat me."
"Try me."
"You don't have the balls to go against me, Malfoy, and you know it."
"Like I said, try me."

Malfoy leg go of his green platinum Snitch, only to watch Harry grab it as it shot into the sky. He'd expected as much. What he hadn't expected, however, was for the Gryffindor to put it down his pants. Malfoy's throat went dry.


"Like /I/ said, Malfoy, you don't have the balls to go against me."

The Slytherin didn't even stop to think, he just closed the distance between them, and dropped to his knees, eyes nolding Harry's gaze as he undid the fly of his jeans. The Snitch shot into the air as Harry shot down Malfoy's throat.


//Fucking bastard!//

~!*!~

//June 20th's rolled arund and yearbooks have been distrubuted. Well, might as well get this over with.//


The Great hall grew quiet as he entered, dressed the way he felt like dressing, and without the glamours. 100's of eyes saw his permantly kohl-lined eyes as he took off the sunglasses he'd been wearing, and girls hearts stopped as the leather jacket came off. His black muscle shirt had a Skull Snitch printed in white and silver on the front, the words 'Death Seeker' on the back. The studded belt was just to accent the second skin leather pants he wore, and completed with silver chains. His boots had lots of straps and chains, and spikes on the sole. People were also noticing the triple pierced ears, with a cartilige ring in each, a cartilige stud in his left ear, as well as the eyebrow ring an the edges of what appeared to be a tatoo peeking out from under his shirt. Ron and Hermione were probably the most shocked, as Harry was supposed to be their best friend and they had known nothing of this drastic change.

//They never had a clue.//
"Morning." he said, filling his plate with eggs drowned in salsa and pouring himself a cup of coffee. "There a problem?"

All eyes, except for a pair of silver-blue across the Hall, looked away. Snapes' glare was winked at, and when he stuck his tongue out at a 1st year who was obviously unaffected by this development, Hermione gasped.


"You've got your tongue peirced too? Good Gods Harry, what' happened to you?"
"A whole hell of a lot of growing up and coping."


The statement was directed at Dumbledore and Harry flashed his Mark in the Headmaster's direction.

//That clinched it.//

Dumbledore was on his feet and heading for the Gryffindor table. Malfoy stood up to watch, as did Zambini and a few other students.

"Mr. Potter, I'd like to see you in my office. Immediately." Dumbledore growled.
"What, afraid I'll let something slip? Afraid I'll show them something you don't even want me to have? Come on Professor, they'll figure it out in four days anyway."
//Gotcha Severus. You know exactly what I'm talking about. And it appears that the other Professors do too.//
Snape was on his feet and walking towards Harry with a look of absolute fury on his face in seconds. The green-eyed boy just smirked.


"Potter, I don't know how you--"
"Found out? I didn't. I was told, at the last meeting, same as you, I would think."

Ignoring Dumbledore's pleading look, Harry turned his right arm over. The whole all was outraged. A few even bolted. Draco remained standing, images of the boy he'd watched take the Mark back in 5th year pass though his mind. He knew there was something familiar about him...


//That's it Malfoy, look at the shirt. You can put two and two together, can't you?//
"James Reynolds."
//Took you long enough//
"At your service, Mr. Malfoy."


Harry bowed low, letting the Slytherin pull his shirt off. He smirked at the murmurs he'd started now. The same Skull Snitch that was on his shirt was tatooed across his shoulders. And of course he knew they were talking about the nipple and belly button peircings.


"I knew there was something familiar about James," Snape said, dragging Harry outof the Hall, "but I never thought you would do something like this, Potter."
"Then you don't know me very well, do you Severus? Four days and I'll either be a hero or a martyr, right?"
"Four days and you'll have graduated, Potter."
"Martyr sounds good. Malfoy, tell your father that today is a good day. I'm sure he'll understand."


Malfoy slammed in into the wall, fist cocked back, but the anger disappeared as Harry's eyes glazed over with lust and he smiled seductivly.


"Fuck you." he spat, leaning closer.
"I'd love for you to do just that, Malfoy," Harry smirked, shoving something cold down the front of his pants, "but I already told you," he gave Malfoy's arousal a hard squeeze before removing his hand, "you don't have balls enough to go against me... Tom on the other hand..."


Dumbledore frowned as harry just disappeared, and called an immediate meeting of the Order. Malfoy gasped as the platinum Snitch flew out of his pants, and when he caught it, he was sure his grip would break its wings.

~!*!~

Harry stood before the whole of Hogwarts to give his speech, when his hands started to shake. He lit up a cigarette, cleared his throat, and then stopped. He could see Voldemort and his Death Eaters start making their way out onto the field, and Harry couldn't help but smirk.


"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is my last cigarette."


The Skull Snitch that was in Malfoy's pocket burst free and swirled around him and then Harry before stopping in front of the dark-haired wizard. He saw it glow bright green for a split second before everything went black.


//Sorry, Malfoy, but I can't let you get involved, even if he is your father.//


Harry took one last drag of his smoke, and flicked the butt away.


//I aint a Death Seeker for nothing.//

-END-
AN: Very different for me. I like it. Not sure if I'll write a sequel or not.. Like I said, I like it. Let me know what you think, cause reviews are like coffee, they keep me going. *g*  I'm hoping that this took care of all the broken/changed tags that were on the previous version.   I'm away from home, and I don't normally use my laptop to upload stuff, let alone write it, so I'm not entirely used to how it changes things.  I should probably upgrade it to what I am familiar with, so I can actually save it as a .html document, as opposed to trying to type it up in notepad with the tags that FF.net obviously changes. 

[1] Nephlite (sometimes spelled Nephrite) is a type of Jade, commonly refered to as 'dark Jade.'