Disclaimer: Credit JKR. Character Deaths. HP/SS, implied male/male relationship, violent. Not beta, (But if you're interested let me know) English is not my native language, please excuse errors. This story is basically finish, just working through a few finishing touches. This should post regularly.

Summary: Harry Potter takes revenge on the ones who caused his Godfathers death. HP/SS

Green Apples

By WittchWay

Impressions received in childhood cannot be erased from the soul… Frederick the Great

Harry Potter leaned out his upstairs bedroom window watching the golden glow of streetlamps flicker to life. They were late turning on, not that there were many left to turn on, Dudley and his gangs slingshot had taken care of that earlier in the week. The street was dark otherwise, no headlights, no house lights except the flickering of televisions behind closed blinds.

Personally he was glad the lights were out. It would only work to his advantage tonight. The less light the better, less chance of being spotted by one of the nosy neighbors peeking out the window.

Harry grinned as his cousin Dudley Dursley's poked his head out his own window just a few feet from Harry's. Dudley lit a cigarette, blowing a grayish haze of smoke rings up into the air. Smirking Dudley took another drag and leaned over offering the smoke to his cousin whom accepted it readily. Harry brought the filtered tip to his lips taking his own drag.

Dudley grinned and lit another. It had become a habit as of late, the two cousins leaning out the window smoking, no talking, simply watching the night become darker as it settled around them, watching Hedwig in the distance, a white ghost against the nights sky, soaring, stalking and the final descent as she went in for the kill. Harry couldn't help but be proud of her and her beauty.

Harry took another drag, shaking the ash free, he watched it swirl to the ground outside their windows, the ground littered with cigarette butts and twisted packages from pervious nights. He would have to remember to clean it up tomorrow when he was out in the garden…least his uncle find out. He would be the one in trouble not Dudley.

Harry sighed. His eyes narrowing in the dark, watching for any sign of moment on the street. He had wondered repeatedly over the summer if the Order was still following him. He had seen neither hide nor hare of anyone.

He had tried asking in his letters to Ron but in a rather sly way and Ron either couldn't say or didn't pick up on the hints… Harry rather thought it was the later. But no news from his friends were getting to be a weekly occurrence, Hermione was still at home with her parents vacationing, and Ron couldn't say where he was but from his letters Harry gathered they were at the borrow.

What news he did get from his friends was of no significant, the same could be said for the Daily Prophet not a thing of importance regarding Voldemort, besides there initial statement that he was back and to be careful. The only thing that had been of any importance had been a small blurb, on his sixteenth birthday none the less, that confirmed Sirius Blacks life orb had been extinguished and was now confirmed dead… nothing about him being a wanted criminal, nothing about his escape from Azkaban….

Not that it mattered what they said cause Harry had every intention of clearing Sirius Blacks name even if it was posthumous.

"Want another," Dudley held up the red and white pack, pulling out another for himself.

Harry shook his head and sighed, he really had to get going, it was already later than he had intended. His rucksack sat on his trunk ready to go. His bed already made to look like he was a sleep in it. With any luck he would be home by morning, a little tired but his mission accomplished. Harry rubbed the stub of his cigarette out on his windowsill and flicked the butt out into the yard. He rubbed the marring black soot with his thumb and wiped the grime off on his pants and pulled his head back in the window. Leaving the window open, he pulled the curtains shut, so his owl could come and go as she pleased tonight.

Running an already tired hand through his hair he sat on the edge of his trunk and began tucking his shoelaces into his shoes.

Tomorrow would be a tough day on two accounts. Because of what he was about to do tonight and the second part being the reaction of what he had done.

Not that he was going to regret what he was about to do. How could he? Sirius was dead and it would be only right. He had lost another link to his parents, a person he had looked to as a parent, as a brother, family. Another life extinguished because of his battle with Voldemort

Sitting up Harry pulled the battered notebook toward him. Laying the chewed up pencil between the pages of the blue notebook, letting his finger drop down to lazily traced the crude drawing he had done earlier in the week of a house-elf. Harry smiled tapping his fingers on the page lightly. He had never been one for a journal of any sorts, but lists seemed to be his thing, list of what he needed for school, subjects he wanted to look up in Hogwarts library, lists of those responsible for Sirius death.

… Though revenge was not something he had thought often of in his short life, it was all he thought about now, how could he not when so much had been taken from him...

Sometime over this summer he had realized the need for revenge and looking back on his sixteen years in this world and all he had been through, all his anger and frustration, his restlessness, his need to be part of the war effort and yet being held back by the powers that be…… and all that time the need for revenge was sitting there right before him simply waiting to be recognized.

And he had…

He realized life was suddenly so much more than just about staying alive or about going to school… It was about good versus evil… a cliché but still true. Life was about death eaters, the general wizarding population that had doubted him, thought him a liar, about his fellow students that would soon need to choose sides, not that some hadn't already…. And In that list of them versus us, good versus evil, love versus hate was plain and simple revenge.

Oh Harry understood revenge itself was tricky at the best of times… Revenge if it was to be avenged or if one was to gain even a morsel of satisfaction from it needed to be done swiftly. Guilt free… actions you could live with. So much work had to go into planning your vengeful actions. Planning, in some cases training, scheduling… hence the simple muggle notebook, the lists, the thoughts, plans, and soon to be actions. He like to think of it more as a book of strategy… but for most of all Harry Potter thought he was ready to take his first action towards getting even. For his Godfathers sake.

After all there were those that were seeking revenge on him… Voldemort for one, for not dying the first time, for vanishing the dark lord himself for twelve long years. The Death eaters and there was more than one death eater that wanted revenge on him and he on them, for defeating their master time and time again. Severus Snape sought reprisal for something his father did as a teenager… it was revenge in its own way. Perhaps there were others… though Harry could think of none, but he knew there were more seeking revenge.

Now it was Harry's turn to seek out his own revenge. Revenge toward Voldemort for forcing a cruel life on him, for the loss of his parents, justice for Cedric Diggory's death which should never have happened... and then of course revenge dictated towards those that had led to Sirius Blacks death…never mind the pain still so fresh in him mind, in his heart.

Harry knew his part in that death, knew his part well. He had foolishly dragged his classmates half way across the country to rescue someone whom did not need rescuing. He was not unaware of the irony in the whole situation. But there was still revenge to be had, revenge on a treacherous house-elf Kreacher, revenge on Bellatrix Lestrange for killing Sirius, for his fall through the veil, Lucius Malfoy for contemptuous behavior toward Harry, taunting him…. Voldemort for luring him to the Ministry under false pretenses, and last Severus Snape. That was a death he was looking forward to, Snape for taunting Sirius, for badgering him, talking down to him, teasing him with childish torments. The final straw being that look the potions master had given him in Umbridge's office last school year, that look alone was worth his death, that day he had called out that Padfoot needed help and all Snape had done was glare at him, his black eyes showing no sign he had understood.

Harry snorted and closed the notebook. Pulling a handful of rubber bands out of his pants pocket he began twisting them around his notebook. Placing it in his rucksack he stood and slung it over his shoulder.

He was already dressed casually in blue jeans and a T-shirt that Dudley Dursley had worn as a six-year-old that now fit Harry as a sixteen-year-old just fine. Tonight was his night to seek his first retribution of revenge

Till this moment he had simply been bidding his time but that time had finally come, tonight he could place the first course of his plan into action. Tonight he would retaliate on at least one of those souls. It was a trial run if nothing else, tonight he would avenge Sirius's Death… He was going to seek revenge on those that had betrayed his family starting with the weakest link, the nasty vile house-elf Kreacher…others would follow soon enough.

Harry stood and listened to the quiet of the house, soft snores of his uncle echoed down the hall. The faint chatter of the television as his aunt Petunia listened to it from bed, the beeps and clicks of Dudley in the room next door playing video games, the frustrated sounds of a game controller being tossed across the room and then the game restarting. Harry nodded his understanding Resident Evil 4 had that affect.

Harry stood and moved casually to the window, looking out over the dark night of number 4 Privet drive from the advantage point of the second floor.

Harry listened again for any strange noises and when none were forthcoming moved silently to his bedroom door. He looked a final time around the room for anything that might be of use to him tonight. Seeing nothing, He turned the knob slowly though didn't open the door, the beep of the game and then Dudley stomping around his room, cursing under his breath as his game didn't quite go the way he wanted, Harry flinched, grinding his teeth he opened the door. Sticking his head out into the dark hall and waited. Nothing stirred, he moved swiftly down the stairs, jumping the bottom step and stumbled into the kitchen and quickly stopping the door from swing back and forth.

The kitchen was dark except the bluish gloom of the time on the microwave. Harry moved to the small chopping block by the stove and opened the drawer but as he did so the kitchen door swung open revealing the large round shape of his cousin Dudley. Harry stilled his hand still in the open drawer, rucksack still upon his back.

Dudley flicked the light switch on and smirked, showing no surprise at his cousins already in the kitchen.

"What'cha doing?"

Harry bit back a growl, ignoring his cousin he continued to rummage around the cutlery drawer.

"Where are you going?" Dudley crossed his arms leaning back against the counter, nodding toward the backpack.

Harry Potter looked up long enough to acknowledge Dudley's presence but not enough to answer or stop his actions. He pulled the small cleaver from the drawer. He smiled, it was the knife his aunt used when she was mad at Vernon Dursley, the knife that let him know she was mad, the knife the cut swift and sharply and banged loudly on the cutting board and usually resulted in the couple going out to dinner the following night. Harry balanced the weight in his hand, spun it once, touching the tip of it to the ball of his thumb. A small prick of blood pulled to the surface.

"Where you going?" Dudley repeated a little louder, eyeing the knife in his cousin's hand.

Harry pulled the rucksack off his back and placed the knife inside, "I have something to do. I'll be back by morning."

"What could you possibly have to do. You don't know anyone here," Dudley challenged.

Harry smiled, it was true enough, he had been away for the last 5years and hadn't been very popular in primary school.

"Why you taking that?"

Harry slung the bag on to his back and pulled his wand from his pants pocket, "None of your business cousin." He took a small amount of pleasure as Dudley flinched at the sight of his wand. He gave it an extra wave, though he had no plans to use it, he couldn't risk the Ministry finding out or Dumbledore, not tonight.

He moved swiftly toward the back door.

Dudley grabbed his arm, threatening, "I'll lock the door after you… then they'll know that you went out. You'll get in trouble. "

Harry turned, a lock of his wild fringe falling in his green eyes, narrowing and sharp looking, Harry stepped forward, causing Dudley to back up. "You want to know where I'm going Dudders," he hissed, "I'll tell you… I'm going to commit murder Big D. I'm going to take your Mums cleaver and kill with it. Then I'm going to wash the cleaver and ditched it along the way, " Harry moved closer, "Any questions?"

Harry yanked his arm from his cousins' grip and turned toward the door.

"I'm coming with you."

TBC…

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