A/N: I don't know if there's a canon first day of school at Hogwarts.
Nor do I care.
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however, claim ownership of Ange. 'Cause they're mine like that.
WARNING: This is rated R for a reason. Should you
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sadism, sensuality, graphic violence, and harsh language. Possible
male/male relationships, or female/female. Ye hast been warned.
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Spoilers: OotP, GoF, PoA, CoS, SS.
Chapter 4:
??????. 0054, June 24
Harry groaned mentally. Stupid, freaking witch! Why couldn't she just
mind her own damn buisness, and let him get on with his own?
Damn her! And another thing! Why did she have to be so fucking hot?
She could at least have had the decency to look ugly! Cute at the very
most!
Well, then again, he couldn't really talk about that.
He sighed as he felt another slash crash into his arm. Damn it, this
was annoying.
Tonks stared dully up at the raging combatants. An excess of alcohol
flooding through her blood was busily in the process of making sure
she didn't stand up.
She pointed her wand at one of the sixteen apparitions surrounding
Potter, and croaked out a curse.
Unfortunately, in her state of complete inebriation, she failed to
realize that she was holding her wand in reverse. Consequently, the
charm intended to disable the beast slammed into her gut.
She moaned and her eyes slid shut.
Harry sighed in relief. Bitch had finally managed to fully
incapacitate herself. Sexy bitch, he had to amend.
He smiled, and the beasts reacted by attacking even more.
His hands shot out, seizing a random arm, and jerked the body it was
attached to inward, before cheerfully ramming his hand through its
chest.
Perversely, the lyrics, "Come on people now, smile on your brother,
everybody come together, try to love one another right now..." Began
playing in his head without his permission.
He stepped forward, swinging the corpse around to take the next blow
for him, laughing as the blood from the bisected body sprayed his
still-immaculate clothes, only to promplty drip off.
Harry flung the top half of the body at the nearest animal, and
slipped behind it while it was distracted. It looked up, its
startlingly humanoid face looking around desperately, before his hand
exploded from its stomach, dripping blood, bone fragments, and
digestive juices. It stared disbelievingly for a moment before its
eyes rolled upward and it collapsed.
Bile splattered the dusty earth as Harry snapped his arm out to clean
it off.
The stupid beasts rushed him again, though their numbers had, in less
than a second, dwindled by half.
There was a mixed sound of snapping bone, sizzling flesh, and the
sharp retort of a firearm going off, followed almost immediately by
one of the animal's head exploding.
Harry turned his arm toward the second animal, palm out and open. A
second sizzle-crack and he lowered it. His other hand shot out and he
ducked into a sideways roll, catching Tonks' wand.
Fifteen inches of ebony were already pointing at the animal as Harry
came to his feet.
"Incendio," he hissed, the flames of the burning, screeching
creature making the onxy-cobalt eyes glitter.
Slowly he turned the wand to Tonks, muttering something as he did so.
As her eyes opened, Tonks was understandably surprised to see only
Potter in front of her. She was expecting to be back at Grimmauld
Place already. Instead, she was facing the stupid boy she was supposed
to be finding.
"Goddess!" Was, unfortunately, the first word out of her mouth. Potter
was soaked in blood, though the way it was flowing off the stark white
clothes he wore was more than slightly disorienting.
Her next thought was along the lines of 'Fuck! If he was a girl, he'd
be damn sexy!'
"Damn you Potter! Why the hell did you make me follow you all the way
out here into the middle of nowhere?"
As he hauled her to her feet, she attempted to struggle, but all she
managed was a feeble twitching.
The next sensation she was fully aware of was bark against her back,
before the sensation of blood soaked lips being pressed against her's
made itself fully known.
'Is he... izze gonna...' Coherent thought was beyond her current state
of mind.
"Shit. Not again." It took her several seconds to realize that he was
speaking, and thus no longer kissing her.
She might have been interested in his following rant, on the subject
of every even vaguely attractive guy being straight or taken, and
every attractive girl either being a lesbian or taken, had she not
chosen that moment to pass out.
Harry stared at her comatose body for several long moments. "And now I
have to haul you back! Lovely!"
He turned his eyes upward, and drew a rune on his chest. "I dedicate
these deaths, this blood... to Loki."
And at last, with the taller woman's arm draped across his shoulders,
he started back toward the vague direction of Grimmauld Place.
??????. 0112, June 24.
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Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place. 0230, June 24.
Harry snarled viciously. It wasn't so much that he'd been forced to
come back, as that he'd been forced to carry Tonks back. Furthermore,
the creature he'd set on fire had started the forest on fire, forcing
him to grab the woman to carry her out of the fucking woods.
He deposited the drunk Tonks on the porch of Grimmauld Place, glaring
angrily up at the glowing house. Whoever had sent her would die.
Painfully.
Bloodily too.
With that resolutiong firmly in mind, he turned and began to walk back
around the house to where the window to his room was. He slid his
hands into his pockets to muffle the crack-sizzle, and began to scale
the wall.
Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place. 0233, June 24.
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Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place. 1204, July 31.
Harry continued his silent stream of curses as he stalked into the
shabby building. He'd been forced to carry a shadow along with him
where ever he went since the day he'd arrived at Number Twelve.
Damn! It was better at the Dursley's! At least there he didn't have to
worry about anyone giving a fuck about what he did.
His peculiar looping gait had degenerated into a rough feet-never-
quite-leaving-the-ground stride. Still utterly silent.
He ripped the door to the house open, and was immediately surprised by
a flash of light in his eyes and a loud bang.
Immediately he ducked into a forward roll, coming up into a crouch,
already having completed his threat assessment of the occupants of the
room. Before he'd actually had a chance to identify them, he'd already
lashed out, catching one directly in the solar plexus.
The man crumpled, and Harry slithered under the body, utterly prepared
to use the man as a meatshield.
There was dead silence.
Oh. Right. Not a warzone.
"For Loki's sake people!" He roared. "Do attempt to remember that my
reflexes are, in order, Attack, Disable, Figure out what the hell's
going on!"
Slowly, a clapping began to echo from the back of the room.
Unsurprisingly, the next words voiced into the sobered room were,
"CONSTANT VIGILANCE! At least someone here has half a brain!"
Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place. 1206, July 31.
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Platform 9 3/4, King's Cross. 1015, September 1.
Harry collapsed into the seat of the train, almost comatose.
Loki... He needed an outlet so badly... To kill... or to
fuck...
Something!
He was a wreck. He'd been unable to do any sort of strenous activity,
the kind that would relieve his tension, for over a bloody month now!
He would have been afraid he'd fall out of full combat condition, had
he not known that he couldn't if he didn't want to. No, he was afraid,
ironically, that he would forget how to use his body.
Fear was indeed irrational.
And it wasn't the safest thing, to live with a twitchy... He was
doing his best, but Loki only knew it was hard. The third time he had
almost dismembered someone had been just the beginning. Shortly
thereafter, Mad-Eye had decided to jump out of nowhere to test his
vigilance.
Moody had come away plus six scars, minus one ear.
But that had been far too easy! Moody of all people should have been
ready for anything!
On the flip side, he'd been damn lucky the knife had been up his
sleeve. Otherwise Moody would be dead. Couldn't let anyone know
about... that.
He needed it... The ultimate state between life and death... to cut or
be cut at any moment...* He was a fool for the fight.
But hell, he needed to do something. He couldn't remember the last
time that he had spent so much time inactive.
And he was back to having the desires to blow things up. This time,
unfortunately, he had his fingernail sized bombs. Enough to destroy...
Say, half the Express, if he just started throwing them around.
Enough to knock down Hogwarts if there happened to be a localized
support area. Use one pebble to divert a river and whatnot.
His musings were interrupted by Draco's entrance. Perfect.
"Well, if it isn't the Murderer." The taller boy sneered.
"Well, if it isn't the mentally retarded, ADHD, groveling little 'I
can't stand up without my daddy's help' boy. Do tell, how did it feel
when Lucius killed himself in Azkaban?" Harry sneered back.
Draco's face did the most interesting transformation from sneering to
some color between mauve and violet. Incoherent speeche began to fall
from his lips, Harry standing up as the boy reached for his wand.
As the Furnuculus curse started to form, Harry belted the boy in the
jaw to a satisfying crunch. Draco slammed into the door, clearly
unprepared for the physical assault, and whimpered pathetically as he
clutched at his broken jaw.
"Kinda hard to cast spells if you can't talk, isn't it boy."
Draco took one look at the short boy standing over him before he wet
himself and fainted.
Harry sighed. "Well, that was no fun. Guess I'll have to dispose of
you now..."
He grabbed the boy under the arms, dragged him out the door, and threw
him onto the mostly empty platform.
Harry stepped back inside, sliding the door shut and then carefully
setting it off it's hinges so it would be near-impossible to open.
Hogwarts Express, King's Cross. 1045, September 1.
Jess16--It isn't erasing the memory. It's making them susceptible to
the first things they hear upon waking. Which they will in turn
believe.
*Samurai Deeper Kyo, Volume 5, Page 45.