AN: 400 :dances: yay! Here's a quick update 'cus I luv u all!
Potions was not an enjoyable subject, this was a fact that Harry had come to know and understand. That didn't mean he didn't have to attend though, Filch made sure that, prowling the halls with his stupid furball. If someone were to ask Harry about it, he would hedge at bestiality, because really, who hangs out with their cat all day!
He guiltily stroked his own companion. Snakes, in his opinion were a far cry from cats though, so it was alright if he carried his Runespoor with him wherever he went. It wasn't as though he had conversations with it!
"I'm hungry." Dreamer's voice rose from his collar, he felt a tiny tongue flicker at his skin. "Let's have lunch."
"I really wish we could, but it's time for class right now." Harry sighed heavily, sinking a bit lower in his chair.
Critic scoffed with a thick hiss. "Maybe if you didn't eat so much we wouldn't have to be dragged around everywhere, Master could leave us in the dorm."
"So he accidentally ate an assignment, it was after it had been Transfigured into a dormouse, you can't really blame him." Planner pointed out snippily.
Harry cleared his throat loudly to cover up the hissing coming from his neck. "Can you three please be quiet until we get out of class?"
"Oh, the great Harry Potter doesn't want to listen to his lowly Runespoor, we're just three brains too much, is that it Master?" Critic asked sarcastically.
"Just be quiet." Harry pushed the tiny head deeper beneath his collar.
I really have to "thank" Lucius for his gift, maybe I should teach him another lesson. He mused with an amused smile.
He lazily tapped his wand on the worn desk he was leaning on; Slughorn was being a bore as usual, couldn't the man teach anything that wouldn't put people to sleep? The only lesson planned for that day had been note taking, and Harry was nowhere near bored enough to actually do his work.
Argh, this is so boring. His eyes lidded sleepily.
A tiny spark shot out of his wand as he tapped it again. He slowly sat up, staring at the glowing tip. Hm…
He looked up and found Mia at the front of class, working diligently on her notes and writing down every word. He grinned and shifted the point of his wand in her direction, silent laughter shaking his shoulders.
I bet the Gryffindors will get a kick out of this. He sniggered.
Tip. Tip. Tip. He tapped three times in quick session and watched as the sparks shot in the girl's direction. The purple glow infused across her back, flashing its message.
Slut.
It flashed again and a few heads turned toward the movement.
Whore.
Scattered chuckles rose from around the oblivious witch and Harry smirked.
Cheat.
The whispers finally caught the girl's attention and she turned suspiciously, glaring at Harry first and then those around her.
Harry waved and blew a mocking kiss. Enjoy your peace while you still can. He smirked as she looked away again.
He sat in silence for the rest of the class, watching Mia's robes flash new discriminating messages.
Bitch.
Poser.
Finally it was time to switch classes and Harry remained seated as the rest of the students gratefully rose and gathered their belongings as quickly as they could.
Mia was one of the first to head to the door, surrounded by her friends; Harry chuckled darkly as he waved his wand toward the retreating figure. Mia was going to pay. "Lacarnum Inflamarae."
A screech from the gaggle of girls sounded out and everyone turned toward the commotion. Apparently the edge of Mia's robes had suddenly caught fire. Of course fingers would be pointed and curses cast, but at the moment someone bumped into the flailing figure, knocking the petite girl onto the stone floor.
"Flipendo!" He whispered with a jerk of his wand.
A jar from the top shelf wobbled and slowly tipped over, falling atop the girl's dark head and spilling its contents.
Which just happened to be spiders.
The joys of revenge.
If Mia had been screaming before, she was imitating a Banshee now. She jerked to her feet and frantically brushed at her robes, eyes tearing up as she hyperventilated in fear.
It wasn't Harry's fault that she suffered from arachnophobia; the witch should really learn when to keep her mouth shut. Harry scoffed silently as she continued to flail; telling your friends your weaknesses was not something a Slytherin would do, and the information had been easy enough to attain.
"That wasn't very nice." Planner hissed as he curiously peeked a head out.
"She deserves every second." Harry slowly gathered his belongings as Slughorn finally seemed to realize something was amiss and went to aid the girl.
The screeching of the girls dwindled and the room echoed with silence.
A sniffle and a scuff of shoe were the only things to break the false calm as Mia's friends helped her up, after making sure the spiders were gone of course, friendship only ran so deep.
"Mia, your eyes!" One of the girls suddenly screeched and violently pulled away from the arm she had been holding.
Mia's eyes widened. "What?"
"T-they're black!" Her friend gasped. "What happened?"
"What!" Mia's hands flew to her face, touching her cheeks and eyelids in panic, trying to find the hidden blemish.
Whispers began to surround the Slytherin witch and she hunched forward in fear, everything was going terribly wrong.
Harry chose that moment to walk by and did so calmly, not making eye contact with anyone and staying unnoticed. This was why later on, if questioned, the students watching Mia would defend Harry against any accusation she made toward him.
"Better luck next time, bitch." Harry whispered as he walked past, lips barely moving in the dully lit Potions room.
Mia's head flew up, eyes wide and searching.
"You!" She angrily threw down her bag, sending quills and ink pots skittering across the floor. "You did this!"
The crowd looked around and saw no one, the whispers pitched as they began walking away, labeling the girl crazy and moving on.
"Don't leave!" Mia screamed, stamping her foot.
At least she would have if it wasn't stuck to the ground. The witch looked down in horror and saw a thick, yellowish goo covering her shoes and effectively gluing her to the stones of the floor.
"Potter!"
--- --- ---
Harry smirked as he heard the echo of a shout; undoubtedly Mia had found his little surprise. He didn't have time to savor the feeling of his victory though; he was now moving on to his next project.
Severus.
The very wizard who just so happened to be waiting in a hidden alcove a little ways down the corridor from the Potions classroom, probably waiting for Mia. Harry suppressed a growl as he slowly pulled off his robe and he walked down the hall, eyes set on his prey, he would make sure to show Severus what he was missing.
"Severus, fancy meeting you here." Harry eyed the taller wizard as he halted beside the shadowed youth. "I haven't seen you since you left me for that slut."
"You're looking as bright as ever." Severus commented, discretely eyeing the material of the boy's clothes, if they could even be called that.
He smirked and lightly slapped his leather clad arse. "Nice isn't it? I think it brings out the silver of my hair." Harry purred as he trailed his hands across his chest alluringly. "Want to touch?"
Snape looked away. "I'm already taken."
Harry nodded with a calculating look. "Mm hm, you make me believe you too with that cold exterior." He tugged at the collar wrapped snuggly around his throat, the Runespoor flicking at his fingers with tiny tongues. "Are you sure you don't want to play with me? I promise your little bitch is otherwise occupied."
"Up to your old tricks then Potter? I had thought better of you then petty revenge."
"Oh it's anything but petty Severus, you know that." He hummed as he licked his lips sensuously. "I don't like it when people play with my belongings, and you most definitely belong to me."
"You think so?" Severus arched a questioning brow. "Even after everything I have done to halt your advances?"
"I can forgive you for the time you drugged me, and I can forgive you for that stupid Polyjuice incident, I can even forgive you for your little crush on Lily." Harry's eyes narrowed. "What I refuse to accept though, is the fact that you chose that whore to replace me. Have you no class Severus? No taste in women?"
Severus growled as he stepped forward. "Don't speak of her that way."
Harry held up his hands with a smirk. "I'm just stating the facts, love."
"What is wrong with you?" Severus scowled, backing away.
"Wrong with me?" Harry repeated with a laugh. "Nothing Severus, I've just finally realized something."
"And that is?"
Harry smiled. "That you're gay."
"What!" Severus roared, cheeks flushing in his rage.
"Oh yes, but it took me a while to realize this you see." Harry grinned eagerly. "What you must know first is that I watch everyone, through my few years here at Hogwarts I've always been a prankster, I have James as an older brother after all. And don't take this the wrong way, but you've always interested me."
Severus glowered darkly; he had stopped actually caring when Harry had accused him of being a pouf. "How did you come to this conclusion?" He growled.
"Well, besides the fact that you've never dated anyone – "
"I like Evans." He managed to say it firmly, a light pink staining his cheeks.
"You're a nice looking bloke, not beautiful, but interesting. Now why would a nice bloke such as yourself not ever date anyone?" Harry continued.
"I like Evans." Severus snarled, he was not going to be ignored.
"Why not? I suppose it seems plausible, if he wasn't interested in anyone of the opposite sex." Harry wagged a finger in the wizard's direction. "You almost had me too, when you so blatantly denied being homosexual. But it's always the ones who deny it the most vehemently that end up being closet cases."
"I like Evans!"
Harry nodded. "You poor confused soul, lying to yourself and holding this silly crush on Lily. Why would you want her when you could have me?" He breathed, slinking closer and running a tempting finger down the front of Severus' robes. "You're so tense Severus."
"Y-you – "
"I'm glad I have such an affect on you." His eyes lidded in pleasure. "I'm going to kiss you now."
He leaned forward slowly, so as not to scare the elder away. Their lips pressed together gently, Harry cupping the back of Severus' neck and pulling his face closer. A soft moan was quickly followed by a darting tongue and massaging lips as Harry tried to prove to Severus how much he cared.
Both were lost in their embrace, neither caring what happened around them, only feeling.
It was like coming home and Severus allowed his hands to drift up and tangle in Harry's smooth locks, touching each silver strand and feeling soft jolts of magic race through him.
Why had he avoided this for so long? So what if he was a pouf? So what if it was Harry who had shown him the truth? He was…happy now. He deserved happiness too; he wasn't evil to the core like some of the other Slytherins.
He could…love.
Severus' eyes flew open at that stray thought and viciously pulled away, wiping his mouth with his sleeve as he stared at the ground loathingly.
Why had he given in again?
"I have to go." He whispered hoarsely.
--- --- ---
Harry shifted into his robes as he watched Severus leave, smiling to himself in triumph, he would have to tell Lily of his success.
"That was nice." Dreamer nodded his head lazily, snuggling into the warmth of Harry's neck.
"It was." Harry readily agreed, feeling elated.
"Potter!"
He turned toward Sirius, for that was who it was; he remained silent and waited for the Gryffindor to catch up with him.
"Yes?" He inquired politely, inwardly scowling; he didn't want to deal with overprotective Gryffindors at the moment.
"Were you just talking to Snape?" His eyes narrowed icily.
Do you think you're my keeper? "Maybe I was, I don't see how it's any of your business."
"I thought James and I made it clear that Snivellus is not worth your time Harry." Sirius frowned.
Harry glared upward and crossed his arms over his chest. "Next time I need your advice I'll be sure to ask." He stepped forward, sliding out his wand from his sleeve. "But until then, stay out of my business."
"Are you trying to start a fight Potter?" Padfoot asked softly, face drawn up and closed.
Harry stabbed his wand at the Gryffindor with a sneer. "I think it's time to pay your dues Black, I might not get another opportunity such as this."
"What are you on about Potter?" Sirius frowned, taking a step closer.
"You've made the past month a living hell for me." Harry growled. "An eye for an eye I say."
Sirius reached out a hesitant hand. "Now Harry, think about what you're – "
"Serpens ab Aquatilis!"
Both stared at the end of Harry's wand as a writhing form of water slowly slid from its entrapment. With a wet sort of splash it landed on the ground between them and rose up with a watery hiss. Harry looked toward Sirius with a dark grin as he motioned for his newly birthed water snake to move forward.
"What the bloody hell is that!" Sirius hurriedly tugged his wand out of his tangled robes as his face paled.
"Snake of living water." Harry murmured silently. "It's a very simple spell…if you're in Slytherin." His eyes flashed.
Sirius slowly backed away, intent on running if he had to, he did not like snakes.
"Where are you going Black?" Harry stood still, arms hanging loosely at his sides, appearing innocent.
The Gryffindor stumbled and fell onto his arse. "You can't possibly expect to control that thing! Get rid of it before it attacks!"
"But that's the point." Harry's voice had a childish lilt to it. "Attack him." He hissed lowly.
Sirius tried to scream as the watery form shot toward him, but his voice was cut short as the thick body of the snake sloshed into his mouth and silenced him.
He struggled to breathe, grimacing in pain as his mouth worked in a silent scream, the snake burrowed itself deeper into his throat, slowly filling Sirius' lungs with water and drowning him.
Harry watched on passively.
"Master, someone is coming." Planner hissed warningly.
The Slytherin nodded and with a last glance at the wildly kicking body, left.
--- --- ---
Remus frowned thoughtfully as he skimmed through the words in his book. He would never truly understand the workings of the world, but it was so amazing!
Thump!
He glanced up in confusion; he could have sworn he had heard something…
Thump!
"What the hell?" He murmured as he rounded the corner.
His book dropped to the floor as he caught sight of the struggling figure before him.
Sirius! He ran forward, book forgotten. Merlin, it looks like he's not breathing!
"Anapeo!" Remus hurriedly waved his wand, dispelling the cursed water from Sirius' windpipe.
Sirius inhaled deeply, choking and spluttering as he winced with each heave of his chest.
Remus dropped to his knees and helped Sirius sit up, his hands quaking in his fear. "What happened, who did this to you?"
"F-fucking P-potter." Sirius hiccupped, cheeks flushed and eyes glazed.
"James?" The werewolf reeled in shock, tugging his boyfriend closer to his chest.
The bowed head was shaken sluggishly. "Harry." Sirius looked up, a pained expression on his face. "Merlin, my chest hurts now."
The werewolf chuckled nervously, hands still shaking. "You're lucky it's just that, if I hadn't come sooner… " He trailed off.
"Yeah, I wouldn't be sitting here right now." Sirius agreed weakly, leaning back into the tense embrace.
Remus slowly stood, taking the heavy body with him in his upward motion. "Come, I'll take you to Madam Pomfrey and then I'll go have a talk with Harry."
Sirius nodded groggily, putting most of his weight on the slighter body. "Hey Moony?"
"Yes?" Remus began guiding them forward.
"Please don't tell anyone I got my arse kicked by a third year."
--- --- ---
"You're taking this too far Harry."
Harry slowly looked up at the shadow towering over his studying area. "Excuse me?"
Remus growled and sat stiffly across from the boy. "You know damn well what I'm talking about." He murmured so that they wouldn't be heard. "What you did to Sirius was wrong, he could have died!"
"He didn't though." Harry pointed out calmly, turning the page of his book carelessly. "You got to him in time Moony, did you not?"
"You waited for me to come." Remus said more to himself then Harry as he realized the fact. "Why?"
The Slytherin stretched and smiled as he leaned back in his chair. "Contrary to popular belief, I don't want anyone seriously hurt." He glanced over his shoulder suspiciously. "I knew you would be walking down that corridor at that moment, so I cast the spell and left."
"What if I hadn't gone that way today?" Remus pressed. "What if no one had found Sirius in time?"
Harry shrugged. "I don't bother myself with 'what ifs', if something is planned correctly it will have no flaws."
"Why are you doing this Harry?"
A hiss of breath was the only warning Remus had before he found Harry in his face, the wizard having leaned cross the table. "What do you think my reasoning is Remus?" Harry whispered dangerously, eye twitching slightly. "They will all pay for disrupting my life and trying to push me into the mold that they want."
Remus shook his head desperately. "You can't possibly punish them for that! They don't do it to hurt you; they're trying to do what's best!"
"So am I."
Harry pushed away from the table and stood, hands flat on the cool surface. He stared down at his brother's friend.
"Don't get in my way Remus; I don't want to hurt you."
He turned away and left the Gryffindor to his silence.
AN: Here's for all who wanted to see Sev again, 'cus really, where has he been? :cough:jackingoffinthecorner:cough: er…yeah. Eh, Harry was a bit violent in this chap, sheesh, talk about overdoing it.
-Red