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sadism, sensuality, graphic violence, and harsh language. Possible
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Spoilers: OotP, GoF, PoA, CoS, SS.
Chapter 2:
Number Four, Privet Drive. 1532, June 22
Harry very carefully ignored the drawn wand directed at his foot as he
ripped into the refrigerator. He reached back with his left hand, and
waved the men forward blandly.
He was heartily amused, and definitively annoyed by the way the wand
stayed aimed at his foot, apparently attracting Charlie's attention so
he stumbled into the table forgetfully.
Harry whirled as he heard the curse begin on the man's lips, and flung
a piece of ham steak at the open mouth. His aim was good. He was lucky
though, and that was better. He preformed a hop-skip forward, and
snatched the wand from the gagging man.
"I SAID no magicalness!" He barked loudly in Charlie's ear, before
pounding him on the back to get the chunk of meat out of his throat.
His amusement was not tempered by the odd look Remus was giving him.
Well, not so much odd as... surprise and suspicion.
So, the man had finally caught on. Took him long enough.
Then again, the Head Asshole had been keeping him away all last year.
No way to know that Harry had been becoming more and more obsessed
with death. Not his own, but most certainly everyone around him. He'd
actually planned out eight different ways to kill anyone he ever saw in the corridors.
All while failing his classes. Not that anyone needed to know that.
Especially not this man. The wolf would have gone absolutely berserk.
Freaking animal instincts.
Harry's arm was caught as he pulled it back for another strike, and he
feigned confusion.
"Whaaa...?" He drawled slowly.
"Harry," Remus began slowly, "Charlie spit the chunk out nearly twenty
seconds ago."
Harry flushed brilliantly. Against his pale face, it looked like his
cheeks were glowing.
Harry the red-cheeked Ange, he sung mentally, had some very shiny
cheeks...
He was inches away from breaking into a tapdance routine to go along
with the song before he realized Charlie was... whimpering.
Sexy, he thought excitedly.
"Harry..." The injured man coughed, "Try to keep... from breaking the
ribs... next time...please!" And then he passed out from the
passion in his last words.
Harry looked at the unconcious man in mock surprise.
Remus looked at the concious Harry in authentic surprise.
Charlie looked at the unsurprised ceiling in blankness.
Harry looked at Remus with mock apology.
Remus looked at Harry with slight annoyance.
Charlie was still staring at the ceiling, which was slowly becoming
surprised. Ceilings don't do things quickly.
"Weeeell," Harry drawled, "We should, sadly, get ol' Red here some
medicalness. What say ye, ol' Yeller?"
"What exactly did you do to Harry!" Remus bellowed, utterly convinced
that the manling in front of him was not the boy he'd known in
infanthood and since shortly after the boy had become a teen. This was
not possible. Harry had never been particularly strong. Nor did Harry
habitually carry sickles with him. Let alone at his relatives. Who
would have stolen the silver. He could never have become as pale as he
currently was either. Something to do with ancestry or something.
Harry's great-great-great-great-great-great... ad naseum, grand-
something-or-other had cast a spell that prevented defects in the
family line. It had, amusingly enough, made the man a squib.
Furthermore, Harry had never intentionally hurt anyone in his life.
Especially someone who might have been his brother.
"Remy, my brother, my father's son, my sister's... uhh... never mind
that one, my mother's son, my uncle's nephew and whatnot! How could
you doubt this face?" Harry shrieked mockingly.
Remus's eyes darkened. He could smell the boy's arousal as he'd
continued hitting the red haired man. His wand leveled at the boy's
head angrily. "What," he began coldy, "did you do with Harry." It was
a question, certainly. It just wasn't much of one. More like a threat.
"Silence in the balcony!" Harry exclaimed.
Another thing. Harry didn't say things like that. It was just
unnatural that he talked to an invisible audience. Almost like he
thought of the moment as a play. Like a book, or something.
Preposterous! How dare the creature toy with him like this!
"Stu-" He began to shout angrily.
He was interrupted by Harry's unforgiving fist slamming harshly into
his jaw.
His last sight was cold rage in the Harry's eyes as his head slammed
into the counter, knocking him into blissful sleep.
Number Four, Privet Drive. 1542, June 22.
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Number Four, Privet Drive. 1749, June 22.
Harry's barely controlled snarl of disgust echoed inside his head as
he glared at both, still dead-to-the-world, men. That idiot werewolf
had almost cost him his secrets. There would be some people very
interested to know how he could have brushed off a stupefication curse
without even stumbling slightly.
Which was naturally something he couldn't explain. Hell, he didn't
know how he did it. Not that he particularly cared that someone might
find out, but he would have been vastly annoyed to face the badgering
of idiots. Not that it was avoidable anyway. He'd have to suffer it.
Oh well. Time to finish his meal. Pity he couldn't eat the bloody
wizards.
Remus's groan startled him. Groans in general tended to do that when
he wasn't currently either torturing or screwing somebody.
He had the brief thought of how funny it would have been to be
slapping Remus awake, screaming in his face as if panicked. But then,
that really wouldn't have been in character. He was supposed to be
playing the surly boy. Something that neither Remus, nor Charlie would
remember him deviating from, because of the simple story he'd worked
out, and the blows he had carefully dealt to their heads. Bye-bye,
memory!
Remus stood, whirling his head about in shock.
Harry nearly tackled him from behind in an enthusiastic embrace.
"I-I-I was s-s-so s-s-scared!" Harry stuttered out. A tone that was
indistinguishable from real terror. He'd spent enough time under the
real emotion to be able to mimic it perfectly. "Y-you went b-berserk
and c-c-cursed Ch-Charlie, th-then you tried to c-curse m-me and I
ha-had to knock you ou-out..." He bawled loudly.
This was CRITICAL to his plan. He had to make sure that Remus would be
so surprised that he wouldn't think to question Harry on this. That in
combination with the blow would insure taht he would not remember the
actual events. He would be so busy trying to comfort Harry, and take
care of Charlie, and be off on a guilt trip, that he wouldn't have
time to think about the story Harry had just fed him.
What twisted webs we weave...
A wild grin split his face even as he buried his head against Remus's
back, sobbing in a terrified manner.
Number Four, Privet Drive. 1756, June 22.
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Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place. 1923, June 22.
Remus stood ashamedly in front of the rest of the order members,
waiting for their questions.
"So, what happened after Harry exited the room?" He wasn't sure who
had asked, and he didn't really want to know. He stared at the ground
as he started to answer.
"Harry came out, and he asked me if someone had died or something. I
hugged him, and he laughed a bit. Then, as Charlie was starting down
the stairs, I hit him with a curse. I don't know what it was, but then
there was a crack, and he fell down.
"Then I turned to Harry, and tried to stupefy him. Before I could do
it though, he tackled me, and my head hit a wall, knocking me out.
When I woke up, I was normal again. Harry told me what had happened,
and we brought Charlie back. Sometime between when I was knocked out
and Harry dragged me down the stairs, my hand was scratched by a
silver plated railing. That's why I have the burns..."
Remus felt the hot tears dripping from his eyes, but didn't move to
wipe them away. It wasn't that he didn't want to, just that he didn't
feel that he should. He deserved the shame. He was scum.
"Lupin." It was Snape's harsh snarling voice. Nothing like Harry's.
Nothing like Sirus's barking "I'm mad at you" voice.
More tears.
"Lupin!" Snape's voice bellowed.
Remus sniffed. "W-wh-what?"
Snape sighed in annoyance. "Get out of your self-pitying angst for a
minute and tell me. Is this what you remember, or what Potter told
you?"
Remus glared at the man through an eyeful of tears. "If you are
accusing Harry of doing something so disgustingly Slytherinly, I-I-I!"
His voice trailed off into an incomprehensible rage.
Snape settled back in his seat, satisfied.
Oh, yes. Potter was most certainly innocent. For all he had against
the boy, he had never done anything, well, besides being born, that he
would take as evidence that the child could be a Slytherin. The
werewolf had a point.
And on the other side of the wall, Harry laughed.
Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place. 1927, June 22.
Lady Phoenix Slytherin--Ah-ah-ah! Can't give it away! That would be
telling!
DraconicalPriest--Yes, point. I have an explination. First off, Harry
scared Charlie long enough that the first reaction he could get out
was to laugh as Remus was surprised by Harry. Second, Remus is the
last Marauder, and he's terrified that he'll be alone if Harry
vanishes. Love (paternal here) does strange things to a person. Third,
Harry was actually only in there presence for about twenty-some
seconds. Fourth, I adressed their further reactions in this chapter.
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