Ok so here's the deal. I'm gonna post chapters 2 and 3 at the same time as one just 'cause I've written them and I've got nothin' else to do.
Juliet: You could grow a brain.
TFM: I ain't gonna live forever ya know
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ASSASIN
CHAPTER 2
THE MENTIS CHARM
The next day Harry awoke with a pounding headache. At first he thought it was his scar but that would burn, this was merely an ordinary headache. He decided to see if Ron had gotten anything out of Flourish. He closed his eyes and with a loud crack he was in the home of Jonathan Flourish. Ron was already there and Flourish was sitting on his couch with his head.
"Anything?" Harry asked.
"I'm telling you I would never have Blotts killed. Despite our fights he's still my friend."
"He still has, or I should say had a friendship with Blotts despite their grandfathers breaking apart." Ron explained. "But it was hardly an easy friendship."
"I'm telling the truth." Flourish pleaded.
"Well there's one way to find out."
Harry began to roll up his sleeves.
"I still don't see why I can't do it." Ron complained.
"Last time you tried you nearly blew the guys head of."
Harry put the tip of his wand between Flourish's eyes and concentrated.
"Mentis Quaero." He whispered. Harry felt himself fall through his wand and into Flourish's mind. He looked around to empty blackness. "Crouris." Harry was pulled along and stopped in front of two figures. One figure was Flourish the other was covered in shadow. He was a tall man but that's all Harry could visibly see of his apperance. He had a familiar air about him. Who was he?
"What are you willing to pay me?" The man said.
"Twelve-hundred galleons." Flourish replied.
The man sighed.
"It'll do."
The man began to step out of shadow and Harry craned his neck to see who it was. Suddenly he was jerked out of Flourish's mind and flung back into his house. He tumbled backwards onto the hard stone floor. He winced in pain as his tailbone collided with the concrete.
"You okay?" Ron asked, helping him up.
"Yeah. That mentis charm really takes a lot out of you." Harry replied, rubbing his bruise.
Flourish was shaking all over.
"No...I didn't...I."
"Save it." Ron said pulling him off the couch.
"No! Please! I'll do anything!" He squealed.
"Haven't we heard this before Harry." Ron asked.
Harry had to admit he did see similarities between Flourish as he was now and a certain animagous that night in the shrieking shack.
"You know what? I think we have."
They dragged Flourish kicking and screaming from his house.
As they left they failed to notice the raven that had been sitting on the windowsill and has take flight as they took Flourish away.
(Thank god for apparaiting.) Harry thought as he pulled Flourish into the confines of Askaban Prison. The dementors took him away and the last thing Harry saw was Flourish's face as he was thrown into the dark sell, it sent a shiver up his spine.
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Harry was exhausted, he'd battled the forces of evil on more than a few occaisions but he'd never had a headache like he had now. He really shouldn't be using the mentis charm, it was challenging for more experienced wizards than he.
Harry sat down with a jug of Dead Wizard.
In there school days, Harry and Ron had replaced Fred and George in hogwarts and (if it was even possible) were certainly more inventive. While mixing a homemade cauldren of Stank. (The wizarding worlds most potent stink formula) Ron spilled his butterbeer into the mix and the mixing became unstable. Harry began racking his mind for a spell to help, and then he found one.
"Sedotiai." Harry said pointing his wand at the bubbling cauldron.
The mix calmed but the colour was a strange pale cream.
"Do you smell that?" Ron asked.
Harry could smell it. It was a strong sweet smell.
"It's coming from the cauldron." Harry observed.
Ron being the fool that he was took Harry's jug emptied the contents scooped the mixture into it and drank.
"Ron!"
Ron brought the jug away from his mouth.
"Good." Was all he said.
Suddenly electric blue sparks began to jump around his body, settling on his stomach. Once settled the sparks entered Ron's body.
"You okay?" Harry asked.
Ron let out a deep breath.
"Wow."
What Ron felt was pure magic entering his body in the form of liquid.
Thus, by sheer accident Harry and Ron had created one of the strongest drink known to the wizarding world. Dead Wizard. (Most still prefer butterbeer.)
Harry loved the sparks, they soothed his headache greatly but there was still something nagging at him. Who was that man? Harry was sure he could find out tomorrow. With that Harry emptied his drink and fell asleep on the couch.
In the morning Harry awoke to a loud crack.
"Hey Ron." He said without even opening his eyes.
He heard Ron sigh.
"How do you do that?" Ron asked.
Harry opened his eyes.
"(I) spend my time training instead of chasing after women."
"Woman." Ron corrected.
"Oh my mistake." Harry chuckled. Ron was still chasing after Hermione. Why wouldn't he just ask her? "To what do I owe this honour?"
"Flourish."
"Oh right. I need to finish the Mentis charm."
"You can't."
"Why not."
"He's dead."
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