Baby Psycho-
Megan-
I don't know if I'll put any other characters from the books in this story, I might put Ron and Hermoine in the story, but they won't be major parts of the story. If there is any character in particular you would like to see and you could think of a part for them tell me. I can see Snape as a drug dealer, I don't know why ^_^
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WARNING- there is violence, coarse language, mature themes, drugs and death in this chapter
RATING-R
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GANGSTER TIMES
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Harry awoke to the less than pleasant sound of Draco swearing loudly in his ear. It was times like these that reminded Harry why he stayed out all night clubbing and woke at noon with a hangover.
If there was one thing he despised about Draco it was the fact that he was a morning person. There was nothing worse than having your ass dragged out of bed at 7am by a person who was awake and ready to go.
After two and a half cups of coffee that both looked and tasted like tar Harry was once again alive to the world. Draco was in his bedroom digging through a stack of clothes, looking for some that would fit Harry without cutting off circulation to some rather vital areas.
They left the apartment a few minutes later, Draco dressed as usual, his latest Armani Suit covered by another Armani trench coat. Harry was a little less stylish in his freshly ironed jeans and a black silk polo shirt that was a little too tight and a little too short.
The first stop of the day was at the 'Black Dog', a bar run by a man that they only knew as Joe. It was a crappy joint that neither Harry nor Draco would ever be caught drinking at, but it was a good place to get the gossip from.
They parked the car around the back in Joe's private garage before walking in and sitting themselves at the bar. The man behind the bar looked to be a good deal over 120kg and the white top that he wore looked like it had been around since the first day's of the pub.
The man turned around and caught sight of the duo for the first time. "SHIT... give an old man a warning the next time you drop in for a fucking visit." Draco smirked at Joe's discomfort before pissing him of further.
" Shit man, your giving fat Albert a run for his money. Get any bigger and you'll be leaving craters in the floor when you walk." Joe wrinkled his nose in concentration before getting the comment and taking it to heart.
"Ah fuck you, a man enjoys his burgers and he's labelled fat by a skinny prick with bleached hair." Harry laughed at the annoyed look on Draco's face before ending their argument.
"Joe, you enjoy enough burgers for three men. But it ain't doing you much harm, skinny or fat your still an ugly son'ova bitch"
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The next stop on their agenda was more serious than catching up on the underworld gossip, they had a meeting with Rossini. Rossini was not a man you wanted to meet cause he generally didn't go anywhere with less than 4 of his goons.
Not that Rossini wasn't dangerous on his own, he was cruel and intelligent probably the reason he was a legal millionaire before an illegal one. Harry sometimes wondered if Draco and Rossini were related they both had the same sharp face, light hair and malicious look to their face when pissed off.
They arrived at the designated meeting place exactly on time but Rossini and his men were already there. Harry was reassured by the familiar pressure of his gun on the small of his back. It was fully loaded and ready to go if the occasion called for it. He was sure that Draco had a gun on his person somewhere he had seen it lying on the coffee table that morning.
One of the goons walked over, he didn't look too smart but he knew his job, "Are you carrying?" Draco shook his head and let the goon frisk him down quickly. Harry nodded and removed his gun, inwardly smiling as the goon looked at the SW99 with something close to jealousy one his face.
Rossini stood quietly, waiting for them to speak first. When he realised that there would be no playing of the power game he changed to business mode. " Have you got the drugs, I expect them to be high quality" Harry nodded and steeped forward, handing over the bag containing the three vials in exchange for the bag of money.
There was silence for a few seconds as both groups checked that they had received what they wanted and once that was done Rossini walked over and shook their hands. " It is agreed then, we will look out for each other, eh?" with a little laugh he turned and walked away.
Draco turned to Harry, "He's a pretty decent guy for a drug dealer and minor player". Harry nodded and shook his head in sympathy, "Yeah, it's a shame that he's gonna die today but he pissed of Lou E." Draco nodded and retrieved Harry's gun from its place on the boot of the car.
"You do have a gun, don't you?" Draco laughed at him. " For fucks sake Harry, I'm a criminal all crims have a gun."
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Lunch was a quick and cheap affair, kind of like Leonie Harry joked. Leonie was Draco's last girlfriend, a beautiful women who turned out to be the mother of all sluts. They had broken up six months ago but Draco still got threatening phone messages from her hoard of brothers.
The joke was not received well and Draco turned it back on Harry by commenting on Shoshana and how she managed to treat him like a little kid. That had lead to Harry giving an impromptu speech on how you should treat people in your life.
" See Draco, this is why you have no friends. Whenever you talk to someone you talk to them like a prick. Me on the other hand, when I talk to idiots I talk like one, when I talk to criminals I talk like one and when I talk to women I talk like one. They all respond to that, you can't go round shooting a woman if she slaps you and you can't act educated when you deal with goons. They won't respect you, fear you yes, but respect, no."
When he finished he took a large bite of his Big Mac and waited for the narky comment he knew was coming, "Thank you Oprah, I needed your philosophy like I needed a gun to my head."
They left the remains of their meal and started on their way to Harry's apartment to collect some papers and to let Harry and Shoshana sort things out. They stopped off at a Florist on the way, at Harry's request. Draco rolled his eyes at the enormous bouquet that was now littering his back seat.
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The door was slightly ajar and no noise came from inside, both Harry and Draco had their guns out and were crouched in a shooting stance. Harry pushed the door open with his foot and waited before walking in. They looked around puzzled by the emptiness of the apartment, all of Shoshana's things had been removed.
They walked into the bedroom, unprepared for the sight they now beheld. "FUCK!" They weren't quite sure which one of them had said it but it summed things up perfectly. Shoshana had been stabbed in the chest before having her face cut in an intricate pattern.
It looked like she had been in the middle of packing not been long before, as there was no smell and her body was still warm. Harry was cursing as he ran his fingers through his hair, funnily enough it wasn't that Shoshana was dead, but that his prints were probably everywhere in the house.
Draco had flipped his cell on and was already dialling 000. He gave the police officer's the address and phone number telling them that she was dead before remembering that he didn't know her last name. He covered the phone with his hand and turned to Harry.
"What was her surname?" Harry looked at him blankly, making Draco repeat the question. Harry got it that time and thought before replying, "Emerson, her name was Shoshana Emerson"
The phone dropped out of Draco's hand and his jaw dropped comically. Harry looked at him questioningly, not understanding Draco's reaction. " Fuck ...Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK! Shoshana Emerson, of all people you had to shag Shoshana Emerson."
"What the hell are you on about?" Draco gave him an amazed look.
"You do know who Lou E is, right? The KING of everything illegal. You do remember his daughter, the one he vowed to live and to die for? Great you remember her, did you ever fucking remember that her name was SHOSHANA EMERSON, as in Louis Emerson aka Lou E?"
Harry's face drained of all colour when that statement hammered its way home. Things were looking rather bleak, his mother need never worry about him settling down and producing grandchildren any more, the way things were looking he was dead within a few days.
There are only a few words one can use to describe a situation like the one that Harry and Draco found themselves in, but the ones they chose to use did it quite nicely.
" ...Holy Shit"
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By the time the first police unit had arrived at the flat both Harry and Draco had gone, taking with them any form of identification that might be used. The phone was already trashed and even if they did trace it, the owner would be one Leonie Blix.
Before the police had arrived at the scene, even before Shoshana had officially been pronounced dead, Louis Emerson, more commonly known Lou E, was vowing that his daughter would be avenged.
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Hope you liked it, pretty please review. I'm a needy person.
I'll try and update as soon as possible, but it might be a week or so before the next chapter is up.
BTW- A SW99 is a Smith & Wesson hand gun. It's a new model and looks pretty cool.
Megan-
I don't know if I'll put any other characters from the books in this story, I might put Ron and Hermoine in the story, but they won't be major parts of the story. If there is any character in particular you would like to see and you could think of a part for them tell me. I can see Snape as a drug dealer, I don't know why ^_^
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WARNING- there is violence, coarse language, mature themes, drugs and death in this chapter
RATING-R
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GANGSTER TIMES
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Harry awoke to the less than pleasant sound of Draco swearing loudly in his ear. It was times like these that reminded Harry why he stayed out all night clubbing and woke at noon with a hangover.
If there was one thing he despised about Draco it was the fact that he was a morning person. There was nothing worse than having your ass dragged out of bed at 7am by a person who was awake and ready to go.
After two and a half cups of coffee that both looked and tasted like tar Harry was once again alive to the world. Draco was in his bedroom digging through a stack of clothes, looking for some that would fit Harry without cutting off circulation to some rather vital areas.
They left the apartment a few minutes later, Draco dressed as usual, his latest Armani Suit covered by another Armani trench coat. Harry was a little less stylish in his freshly ironed jeans and a black silk polo shirt that was a little too tight and a little too short.
The first stop of the day was at the 'Black Dog', a bar run by a man that they only knew as Joe. It was a crappy joint that neither Harry nor Draco would ever be caught drinking at, but it was a good place to get the gossip from.
They parked the car around the back in Joe's private garage before walking in and sitting themselves at the bar. The man behind the bar looked to be a good deal over 120kg and the white top that he wore looked like it had been around since the first day's of the pub.
The man turned around and caught sight of the duo for the first time. "SHIT... give an old man a warning the next time you drop in for a fucking visit." Draco smirked at Joe's discomfort before pissing him of further.
" Shit man, your giving fat Albert a run for his money. Get any bigger and you'll be leaving craters in the floor when you walk." Joe wrinkled his nose in concentration before getting the comment and taking it to heart.
"Ah fuck you, a man enjoys his burgers and he's labelled fat by a skinny prick with bleached hair." Harry laughed at the annoyed look on Draco's face before ending their argument.
"Joe, you enjoy enough burgers for three men. But it ain't doing you much harm, skinny or fat your still an ugly son'ova bitch"
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The next stop on their agenda was more serious than catching up on the underworld gossip, they had a meeting with Rossini. Rossini was not a man you wanted to meet cause he generally didn't go anywhere with less than 4 of his goons.
Not that Rossini wasn't dangerous on his own, he was cruel and intelligent probably the reason he was a legal millionaire before an illegal one. Harry sometimes wondered if Draco and Rossini were related they both had the same sharp face, light hair and malicious look to their face when pissed off.
They arrived at the designated meeting place exactly on time but Rossini and his men were already there. Harry was reassured by the familiar pressure of his gun on the small of his back. It was fully loaded and ready to go if the occasion called for it. He was sure that Draco had a gun on his person somewhere he had seen it lying on the coffee table that morning.
One of the goons walked over, he didn't look too smart but he knew his job, "Are you carrying?" Draco shook his head and let the goon frisk him down quickly. Harry nodded and removed his gun, inwardly smiling as the goon looked at the SW99 with something close to jealousy one his face.
Rossini stood quietly, waiting for them to speak first. When he realised that there would be no playing of the power game he changed to business mode. " Have you got the drugs, I expect them to be high quality" Harry nodded and steeped forward, handing over the bag containing the three vials in exchange for the bag of money.
There was silence for a few seconds as both groups checked that they had received what they wanted and once that was done Rossini walked over and shook their hands. " It is agreed then, we will look out for each other, eh?" with a little laugh he turned and walked away.
Draco turned to Harry, "He's a pretty decent guy for a drug dealer and minor player". Harry nodded and shook his head in sympathy, "Yeah, it's a shame that he's gonna die today but he pissed of Lou E." Draco nodded and retrieved Harry's gun from its place on the boot of the car.
"You do have a gun, don't you?" Draco laughed at him. " For fucks sake Harry, I'm a criminal all crims have a gun."
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Lunch was a quick and cheap affair, kind of like Leonie Harry joked. Leonie was Draco's last girlfriend, a beautiful women who turned out to be the mother of all sluts. They had broken up six months ago but Draco still got threatening phone messages from her hoard of brothers.
The joke was not received well and Draco turned it back on Harry by commenting on Shoshana and how she managed to treat him like a little kid. That had lead to Harry giving an impromptu speech on how you should treat people in your life.
" See Draco, this is why you have no friends. Whenever you talk to someone you talk to them like a prick. Me on the other hand, when I talk to idiots I talk like one, when I talk to criminals I talk like one and when I talk to women I talk like one. They all respond to that, you can't go round shooting a woman if she slaps you and you can't act educated when you deal with goons. They won't respect you, fear you yes, but respect, no."
When he finished he took a large bite of his Big Mac and waited for the narky comment he knew was coming, "Thank you Oprah, I needed your philosophy like I needed a gun to my head."
They left the remains of their meal and started on their way to Harry's apartment to collect some papers and to let Harry and Shoshana sort things out. They stopped off at a Florist on the way, at Harry's request. Draco rolled his eyes at the enormous bouquet that was now littering his back seat.
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The door was slightly ajar and no noise came from inside, both Harry and Draco had their guns out and were crouched in a shooting stance. Harry pushed the door open with his foot and waited before walking in. They looked around puzzled by the emptiness of the apartment, all of Shoshana's things had been removed.
They walked into the bedroom, unprepared for the sight they now beheld. "FUCK!" They weren't quite sure which one of them had said it but it summed things up perfectly. Shoshana had been stabbed in the chest before having her face cut in an intricate pattern.
It looked like she had been in the middle of packing not been long before, as there was no smell and her body was still warm. Harry was cursing as he ran his fingers through his hair, funnily enough it wasn't that Shoshana was dead, but that his prints were probably everywhere in the house.
Draco had flipped his cell on and was already dialling 000. He gave the police officer's the address and phone number telling them that she was dead before remembering that he didn't know her last name. He covered the phone with his hand and turned to Harry.
"What was her surname?" Harry looked at him blankly, making Draco repeat the question. Harry got it that time and thought before replying, "Emerson, her name was Shoshana Emerson"
The phone dropped out of Draco's hand and his jaw dropped comically. Harry looked at him questioningly, not understanding Draco's reaction. " Fuck ...Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK! Shoshana Emerson, of all people you had to shag Shoshana Emerson."
"What the hell are you on about?" Draco gave him an amazed look.
"You do know who Lou E is, right? The KING of everything illegal. You do remember his daughter, the one he vowed to live and to die for? Great you remember her, did you ever fucking remember that her name was SHOSHANA EMERSON, as in Louis Emerson aka Lou E?"
Harry's face drained of all colour when that statement hammered its way home. Things were looking rather bleak, his mother need never worry about him settling down and producing grandchildren any more, the way things were looking he was dead within a few days.
There are only a few words one can use to describe a situation like the one that Harry and Draco found themselves in, but the ones they chose to use did it quite nicely.
" ...Holy Shit"
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By the time the first police unit had arrived at the flat both Harry and Draco had gone, taking with them any form of identification that might be used. The phone was already trashed and even if they did trace it, the owner would be one Leonie Blix.
Before the police had arrived at the scene, even before Shoshana had officially been pronounced dead, Louis Emerson, more commonly known Lou E, was vowing that his daughter would be avenged.
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Hope you liked it, pretty please review. I'm a needy person.
I'll try and update as soon as possible, but it might be a week or so before the next chapter is up.
BTW- A SW99 is a Smith & Wesson hand gun. It's a new model and looks pretty cool.
