The Second Turn of the Wheel of the World's End – In the Devil's Lair
Disclaimer: Don't own them… JK does…
Author's Note: The legend Harry refers to is the Nordic legend of the Ragnarock. This is also a small tribute to Chris dee for being such a wonderful writer.
SIRIUS
Harry smiled wickedly as he read the letter. I had never seen such malice on my godson's expression and that scared me for a moment. Harry was a good boy, or should I say young man? Young man is better. Harry was a young man whose essence was GOOD even if he felt enraged and lost it sometimes. That calculated evil was new to his face, but not new to me. Where had I seen that kind of malice before? I asked myself, but the answer was so simple. Malfoy. Draco Malfoy's wickedness leaked from that smile like honey in excess from a small piece of bread… Like come from a rock hard erection. Severus came to my mind at that moment, flushed and wild. I pushed the image from my mind. Not the moment to think about that.
He held me the letter, but I could read no word.
"Oh, sorry. Forgot you can't read his letters. No one can but me. Useful spell that one. Mione found it in a book a stole from the Malfoy library. The letter says Voldemort is coming forth. That he wants my head!" Harry seemed so happy about it that for a moment I doubted his sanity.
"I thought he already wanted it." I said skeptically. Look, I'm not dumb, it was just that things weren't making any sense to me.
He laughed. "Of course he already wanted, but not with the careless passion he does now. If I understood right, Severus beat himself to a bloody pulp so to convince the Dark Lord that he escaped from us. How he made it look so convincing, it's still one of Snape's dirty secrets, but it looks like Voldy didn't like it. They are hunting me. All of them. Snape's plan to make him reckless is working perfectly." He said, and for a moment I felt ashamed of having beat my most beloved person in the world to a "bloody pulp."
"And why would YOU have this info and when Dumbledore doesn't." I asked testily.
"Because Draco likes to right me better than Dumbledore. And… Other than that, We think Dumbledore is afraid of the open war. Snape thinks too, that the headmaster is afraid of me not being ready." Harry said
"He fears for you." I answered simply.
"True. But I'm tired of having people die for me. I'm old and well-trained enough for fighting my own battles. And I'll win." He said very sure of himself. I wanted very much to believe that but I had to keep his sense on reality better than optimism.
"How can you be so sure? Thought you knew you shan't trust prophecies."
"I know that, Sirius. Once Ron was telling me about a legend from the north. They believed the world would end in a war between the gods. Good and Evil. But everybody knew who was gonna win."
"And why is that?" I asked playing his game.
"Because even if both sides had the same number of warriors, and that was an agreement between the parts, the good side cheated. They were to get all the berserkers. And that is how I know I'm gonna win, Sirius. I have on my side the best wizards." He winked at me and I couldn't help but smile and hug him.
"Boy, boy… You'll be the end of us all."