Started on June 18, 2008.
Story by: SolemnxAngel
Rated M for future chapters
Summary: Harry, runs away from home when younger, and is raised to be an assassin and when he is finally found by Dumbledore, a new Harry is emerged. Warning: there is abuse and some strict content in this story, not to mention it will be a SLASH fic. Don't like, don't read!
Pairings (known): HP/DM, RW/HG, LL/GW, RL/SB/SS, NL/PP, BZ/TN
Story starts from Year One and will work its way from there. It will have some similarities to the original Harry Potter series, but trust me when I say, that this will be nothing like the series! Harry gets sorted into Slytherin.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER, NOR WILL I EVER! THIS FANFICTION IS NOTHING MORE THAN THAT, AND MY MERE IMAGINATION BASED ON SOMEONE ELSE'S WORK!
Harry Potter – the Slytherins' Assassin
Harry laughed as he played tag with his dad and uncles. He'd been home for a week and everything was just great. He'd been training and playing. His uncles taught him some new guitar moves that he could mess around with. Shooter had sat down with him and listened to him softly play while he told of his school year. "The tests had been extremely boring." Shooter had laughed, "Glad to see that something is normal in that school!"
"Oh no you don't!" Sky jumped from a tree and pulled Harry into a hug. "I gotcha!" Shooter ran up and pulled Harry from Sky, "Nope, I got him! Dinner is done." Shooter winked at the two and carried Harry over his shoulder to the eating shack; Harry laughing all the way.
"Shooter! Put Harry down, food is done." Tanner placed down a big bowl filled with tomato soup and boiled chicken cut ups. Thick tomato chunks were also in the soup as well as sour-cream. Harry kissed his mom's cheek, "That looks really good!" He then sat down and started loading his bowl. Red sighed as he entered into the shack with Sky; both of their lips looked a bit swollen. Harry, if it was something not educational he learned at Hogwarts, was that swollen lips meant kissing. "I see you two took your time getting back." Tanner laughed outright, "What was that school of yours for, again?" Harry shook his head, "Certainly not for that." Shooter grabbed for the soda, "Would you like some?" Harry nodded, "Yes please!"
"While I know you were talking to Shooter about school, you never got around to talking to the rest of us." Tanner winked, "I'd sure like to know how the rest of your year went. When we came to your school near the end of the year, that Malfoy kid didn't seem so bad." Harry nodded, "Yeah. We finally reached a… an understanding. However, we still have major issues, but he's not that much of a fucking tart anymore." Tanner shot a disproving glance at his way, "We were so lenient on you before, but you really need to watch that mouth of yours." Harry smiled jovially, "I know. But I don't have a mirror."
Tanner shook her head, "Well, anyway, how was your year?"
"Despite Quirrel and the whole earlier incident with Draco, it was actually pleasant. I loved the moving staircases when I was late for class; I loved the pranks that a ghost, Peeves, would make when I needed to be somewhere, too." Tanner frowned and Harry laughed, "Just kidding! Those were the bad things. But other than that, honestly, it was really cool. I just don't like how my really good friends Ron and Hermione aren't in the same house as I am." Harry then let a really big smile overtake his face. His lip ring glinted in the light, "But that's why we'll be going over to the Weasleys. You get to socialize with a wizard family and I get to have fun with my friends. And, while you are eager for wizard knowledge, Ron said that his dad works in the muggle department at the ministry. Oh! And Hermione said that her parents, who are dentists, might be coming over too!"
The adults smiled at Harry. He was just so damn cute! Harry told Tanner all about his classes. She thought he had described the most of it in his letters… boy was she wrong! "And in potions, Professor Snape is so mean! But the one thing good is that I learn about my birth parents. He tells me that my dad was a nuisance and that I get my potion-making abilities from him. But on the bright side, it seems to me that he liked my mom, he told me that if I really stepped up I could become like my mom and be really good if I applied myself more. But I don't want to because it sort of is like cooking. I hate cooking." He then cutely added to Tanner, "That's why we all let you do it." This earned many laughs. "I liked the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, despite of Quirrel, because it sort of reminded me of training. I got to learn new things from it and we were able to learn, obviously, defense but also some offensive moves. Pretty kick ass if I do say so myself."
"It seems like you enjoy all of your classes." Sky commented. Harry could only nod this time because he was chewing on some tomato drenched chicken. 'The' phone rang and Shooter excused himself to go pick it up. Five minutes later he came back in. "Well, it looks like there was a bad guy just in the other town. It's a two-man job. Simple hit but this guy got tricks up his sleeve. We'll be getting a package here tonight with our necessary items. He wants me and Red on the job. However, I told the guy no deal. And I also told him that I had no idea what the hell he was talking about." Everyone looked at Shooter as if he were crazy. "Why?" Sky asked. "This guy talked big stuff. And I could faintly hear in the background some people chattin' about locked location. I hung up right after. I think we were almost caught."
The phone rang again. "Tanner, go pick it up." She nodded in assent and did as what was asked. "Hello?" Her eyes narrowed, "And for what would that be?"
"Just so you know, I am not interested." She hung up. "Looks like we need to pack up. Guy tried sayin' that he was a sales person. I could hear that chatter in the background as well. Those people aren't really all that smart, now are they?" Shooter shook his head.
Red stood up, "I don't think we should leave. I think that we should probably just move our illegal weapons down into the pipes." Harry's brows furrowed together, "Pipes?" Red looked at him, "Yeah pipes. Sewage pipes to be exact. We all have registered weapons, some aren't. Yours aren't. We need to hide those too. We also need to find somewhere to place your magical items. Under the floor boards of this shack, perhaps?" Red seemed to be thinking it over. Sky and Tanner had already left to go move the unregistered items down the pipes that were connected to the abandoned factory's boiler room. Shooter and Red locked eyes, "Pipes?" Shooter nodded, "Harry, get your magical things and give them to me. I have to put them in the pipes. This includes your wand." Harry ran off to do as he was told.
Half an hour later, all of the items were packed and stored away. "Since we are all done, lets go play some more." Shooter picked up Harry and all five played a game of tag. Tanner and Harry were the ones who had to tag Red, Sky, and Shooter. The eating shack was base. Harry smirked as he chased down Uncle Sky. Tanner was coming from upfront and they managed to get him. At that same moment, squad cars and police cars rolled up. Sirens blasted and guns were pointed at them. Harry jumped up on Shooter, "DAD!" Shooter held Harry tightly, "Don't worry!"
Once all of them were in line, the main detective smirked, "I think we've finally got you." Harry had been taught by his new family how to compose himself. But after the events of a hectic year and killing a man up close, he couldn't keep himself. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he buried his face in his father's neck. Tanner shook her head, "Look. I don't know what the hell you're talking about, but do you think you could explain what the hell all of this is? And put your guns down! You're scaring my son!" Harry took in a ragged deep breath, causing Shooter to tighten his hold further.
"We've been given a call telling us about rogue people living in this little shack dump. Say you've got a murder ring going on here." The detective smirked. Tanner gave a rue chuckle, "Well then? Take a look around. All we've got are cars. And those weapons you'll find are all registered. And I can guarantee that you'll not find them in compatibility with any put in your databases."
"Is that your consent to sneak around?" Tanner nodded, "Just don't break anything. And if you'll allow it, can I go get Harry something to drink. You assholes frightened him something good." The detective's eyes narrowed, "Don't pull anything." A cop accompanied her inside the eating shack. She poured Harry a gulp of scotch and mixed it with water and ice. When she walked back out, she gently helped Harry drink. He scowled when it burned, "What is this?" Tanner patted his head, "A little scotch dulled down with water and ice." She kissed his head, "It's going to be okay." She then wiped some of the tears from his eyes, "Don't cry. Just imagine if that Malfoy kid was here. He'd probably call you a pussy." Harry laughed, "Yeah, probably." Shooter pulled Harry back a little so he could look at him. "Can you stand on your own, or do you want me to hold you more?" Harry let Shooter put him down, but he still held his father's hand.
It took two hours before the cops said they came up empty. "See! Now I demand that you tell me who it was that accused us of something so barbaric!" The detective could only shake his head, "The caller wished to remain anonymous. I would tell you, but you don't have any legal basis. All I can say is, it was someone in a big business who we had a sting on and he tried out a deal; so really, it was no call. He said you four were the middle man. I should've known it wasn't you because he said it was only four people. He never said anything about a child. Deeply sorry. Boys, false! Let's move out!"
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"Do you think it is safe for us to bring out our stuff now?" Tanner asked. Shooter shook his head, "Way too soon. We might have to wait for a long while." Shooter couldn't stop thinking about what the detective said about how the guy was the big business man. "Do you think our usual employer ratted us out?" Red, Sky, and Tanner looked at Shooter, "I mean, he's the only one who actually knows where we are. And he is the only big business guy we follow through on. All of the other guys are small time losers who rarely have anyone who rarely deserves anything." Sky shrugged, "It's a possibility. But how the hell are we to know for sure? We don't know his name, we don't know what he looks like, and we also don't know where he is at. The only thing we know for sure is that he used us at least once and he got caught up in something that caused him to squeal."
Shooter's hand ran through his hair, "We can't let this happen again. I think that we've played our cards out of our hands. Let's quit while we are ahead. Plus, we can't have this happen again with Harry. He's too young to get a record and after today… I don't think he can handle another raid like that." They all nodded. Red, however, didn't agree with stopping. "I think if we are going to stop, we should at least find out the rat. Cut ties." Everyone held their breath for a moment. It was agreed. No matter who it was, they were going to go down. "Besides, if he had been caught by the police, he was a bad person. And what do we like to do?"
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Mr. Jerkin fidgeted with his fingers while he sat and waited. His ice blue eyes darted from his hands to the detective's face. He knew that something had gone awry once the detective came back in. From the look on Mr. Kalian's face, he was going to be a dead man. "Mr. Jerkin, deal is off. We went to that shack place. All we found were a bunch of cars, registered guns, and a family. Sure there were four adults, but there was a kid! We showed up, confidant, with squad cars and big loaded guns. Only to end up scaring a kid with nothing to prove!" Mr. Kalian wiped some sweat from his forehead before speaking again, "You're charged with conspiracy of murder in the murders of Vernon and Petunia Dursley, Keenan McCullough, Sally Mahon, Fredrick Rollin, and Karen Stole. You are also charged with child molestation and human trafficking. Drug charges and after today, obstruction of justice."
Mr. Jerkin yelled, "But it was them! Shooter, Tanner, Red, and Sky! They are the hit-men I hired! I admit that! But please! Don't charge me with obstruction! I didn't lie! That was their number that I'd call! I swear to it! I swear under the law! You have to believe me!" He was dragged out of the room in cuffs, still screaming how Shooter, Tanner, Red, and Sky were all assassins and was going to kill him if they broadcast his name and face.
Mr. Kalian sighed. His partner, Sarah, spoke, "George, if Mr. Jerkin does die… do we blame those people?" Mr. Kalian let out another sigh, "We can't. Because there'd be no proof. Not too mention that I'm more than sure that those assassins would be just as pissed to learn that Mr. Jerkin was trying to rat them out. Meaning, the real assassins would kill him, inadvertently framing those people we raided today. That's why we can't. We wouldn't be too sure to say otherwise." Sarah shook her head, "I see why the Dursleys were killed. It looked like they tortured a kid while spoiling another. How rotten! But Fredrick Rollin was a nice fellow. I knew him personally and he was just so giving. I don't see how Mr. Jerkin could have a problem with him… especially over money! Sally… she seemed nice too. But I guess turning down Mr. Jerkin five times to be married was just the last straw for Mr. Jerkin. How sad. Keenan McCullough… he was an ass just like Mr. Jerkin. Too concerned with his life and was a human trafficker! Ugh, sick pedophile. That guy murdered last summer… goes right on in with Fredrick. I just don't know why we are saying Mr. Jerkin set up Fredrick though. Fredrick, last summer, was killed because of Keenan, not Mr. Jerkin."
Mr. Kalian spoke, unease filling him, "Fredrick used to be friends with both Mr. Jerkin and Keenan McCullough. He had a fall out though once he realized what the two were into. Fredrick threatened to tell on the two of them and they both contacted those assassins to take care of the problem. Mr. Jerkin and Keenan then I guess got into some type of fight, and as it looks, they were fighting over who'd be paying those assassins. Mr. Jerkin called in the hit on Keenan after Keenan was finally forced to pay. All of this information was found logged into first Fredrick's computer and then we found out the payment information on Keenan's computer. Those assassins did well on hiding the bodies. I have to admit that."
Sarah sat down next to her partner, "Do you think we'll find those assassins?" Kalian shook his head, "They are so good, they've outsmarted science."
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The news the week after displayed a distraught Mr. Jerkin going to trial. Red and Shooter smirked. And then they frowned. Fredrick Rollin was supposed to be another good-for-nothing who didn't pay up. It turns out that he had been a good role model on kids. But at least Keenan McCullough was truly bad. It seems that Mr. Jerkin was a bad apple with assassin-weapons to play with. Having his – lover? – murdered because she turned down his marriage proposals, having a man killed because you were into screwing children and selling them, murdering another man because he didn't want to pay up, and then murdering people because they were hard-gamblers. As far as it was looking, this would be an easy kill.
And they were right. Two days later, front page was all about covering the murder of Mr. Jerkin. All ties were officially cut. And the best part, they were clean slated.
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"So you guys took care of the problem, right?" Tanner looked while she set down dinner plates. Harry seemed just as interested. He still felt a bit shy about his reaction, but something about that Mr. Jerkin guy made him feel awkward; like those blue eyes were something scary and awful. "Yeah, we took care of it." A rather peculiar owl chose to fly into the shack at that moment and Harry saw the letter and forgot about those haunting blue eyes. It looked a lot like Ron's handwriting. Hastily, he opened the letter and cried out in joy. "Mom, Ron said that Mrs. Weasley said that they'd like to have us over a week before my birthday on the twentieth. And that they would like to know if it were okay with you if I slept over for a night or two?"
Tanner seemed to think about it and then smiled, "Sure thing Harry. Finish your dinner and let that poor thing rest for a moment before writing back." Harry inhaled his food before running out. He ran into the abandoned factory and ran all the way down the stairs to where the pipes were. After walking about five feet down, he found his parchment and a quill and began writing.
Dear Ron,
I am more than excited to be able to come over. Please tell your mother that I thank her a million times plus one! My mom said it was an alright date for us and that I can sleep over for two nights.
Man, I'm so stoked! You told me that you have a lot of siblings and it'd be cool to finally meet them all properly. I know I've seen the twins around as well as your stuck-up brother, but I don't really know them. And you told me that you had a younger sister and two older-older brothers. It'd be really cool to finally meet these people!
Your family sounds really nice and my family is just dying to meet yours! I bet it's the same feeling at your place considering your father is interested in muggles. Well, I hope your father is willing to trade information. My dad, mom, and uncles are just extremely curious about the magical world.
Well, I guess I'm getting too excited! I'll talk to you later!
Harry
Satisfied, Harry ran all the way back up to the eating shack and gave the letter to his mom to proofread. "Very good! And I'm sure if Mrs. Weasley reads this, she'd be able to tell that you are way excited!" Harry laughed shamelessly but a deep crimson blush tainted his cheeks, "I really am excited! He's told me so much about his family that I really would like to meet them. They all sound so nice!"
Tanner passed the letter to Shooter who read it aloud. Harry felt even more heat rise into his cheeks, but he laughed with them. "Well, send it!" Harry's huge smile became instantaneously contagious when he sent the letter off.
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The next few weeks were pretty much the same thing… boring. The only thing different was that he had been allowed to bring his magical things out from the pipes. It was nearing the day that they'd be leaving, but that was still two weeks away. And with every second it took, the more boring the second past seemed. "Man, oh man, when I get to the Weasleys… this is going to be fun!" He was startled off his bed when a loud pop noise resounded in the room. He was alone, and there was never a loud noise like that in the sleeping shack… ever!
He sheepishly lifted himself from the floor only to be startled when he looked into the eyes of a creepy, wide-eyed, house-elf. "What the hell are you doing here… and better yet, who the hell are you?!" The house-elf bowed deeply, "My name Dobby is sir!" His high voice made Harry wince. "Well, why are you here… er… Dobby?" Dobby shook his head, "You needn't not ask me anymore! But you, Harry Potter sir, are in danger!" Harry shook his head, "Considering what happened my first year, duh!" Dobby growled in frustration. Harry had to bite back the urge to laugh. Hearing Dobby growling made him think of a harmless poodle. "Potter sir is in big danger! You mustn't go to school!" Harry shook his head, "I have to go to that school! It's the only way for me to learn magic." Dobby started banging his head on the metal post of the bed. Harry jumped up in alarm and pulled him away, "What danger?" Dobby sighed, "Master Sir… Chambers… Basilisk…" This time, Harry growled, "You aren't making sense! And you can't stop me! Now get out!" Dobby looked down, "Can say not that I tried not." Harry shook his head at the messed up, botchy English Dobby spoke. Another loud crack made him wince.
He was left there to think about what was said, but he didn't worry about it anymore. In two weeks, he'd be at the Weasleys.
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"I know it doesn't look like it will fit you all, but once you get inside, you'll think different," Mr. Weasley promised. Harry smiled at him and went inside. It was huge! "Mom, Dad, Uncle Sky, Uncle Red! Get in! I love magic!" The four adults got in and were surprised. They weren't cramped! Mr. Weasley explained, "Magic is used to expand the car. Doesn't change the outside appearance but the inside is much roomier. See, I promised!"
Arthur drove, happily chatting away with the four adult muggles in the front. Harry sat back and watched, indulging himself at looking down below at all the unsuspecting people. "So yes, in a sense, I guess you could say that our cars are alike, but I have yet to see a car that can fly let alone become invisible." Shooter laughed with Mr. Weasley and they chatted some more. Red and Sky were interested in the social acceptance of gays, and were pleased to find out that they were more than accepted. "There are even potions so the submissive male can have children!" Tanner was interested in the safety wards that Dumbledore had talked about. Mr. Weasley sighed, "While he had the right idea, I just can't imagine why James Potter didn't just go to their manor. Blood wards are very hard to tear down, which was why Harry was placed with his other relatives. The common Death Eater is not strong enough to even scratch the surface of a common blood ward. It had even been said that You-Know-Who wasn't even that strong. The Fidelus Charm that had been used is easy to manipulate if you know what you are doing. That's why they were ratted out so easily by Sirius Black."
Shooter frowned, "If they knew this, then why did Albus allow them to stay there? From what we've been told, Albus was the one who had watched over the passing of the charm." Mr. Weasley shrugged, "I haven't a clue or the faintest of ideas."
When they finally reached the Weasley house, Ron and Harry pulled each other into a "macho" hug. "Glad to see you!" Ron cried out. Harry's big goofy smile disabled his speech temporarily. Mrs. Weasley shook hands with all of the adults and pulled Harry into a hug, "I've heard so much about you from Ron! Oh, and what a unique style you've got yourself!" Harry looked down modestly, "Really, its nothing. Thank you for letting my family come over and for letting me stay two nights." Mrs. Weasley squealed in delight at Harry's manners, "Only if all my boys were as polite as you!" She inwardly smiled at the faint blush that rose and tainted his neck. He's so adorable!
"Oh me! Where are my manners?! Please, do come in!" Mrs. Weasley ushered them all inside and gave them tea to start out with. That's when two older looking red headed males came out of the fire place one by one. "Sorry we're a bit late mom. Charlie wanted us to meet up first before we came here." Mrs. and Mr. Weasley stood and greeted their two sons. "Bill, Charlie, this is Harry and his family." She smiled as she pointed to each one and then introduced vice versa. "Ginny, the twins, and Percy aren't home right now. They'll be back in about an hour." Tanner smiled, "Well so far, you have a very bright family."
Bill and Charlie introduced their jobs and Harry smiled as he heard about the dragons and goblins. "So you worked for those little midget things at Gringotts?" Bill laughed, "Yes. Just don't call them that to their faces. They'd never forgive you." Harry only smiled.
Soon, Ginny and her other brothers came home. Percy, proving to be a snob, airily told about his school credits and high ranked dreams. Red and Sky loved Fred and George. "So we hear you two are the pranksters?" They stood back to back and grinned, "Of…" "…Course!"
Dinner went on smoothly, and the four muggles noted how the darling daughter kept sneaking glances of admiration to Harry. Shooter had to hold back laughter, for he knew a little secret about his son. He'd never be interested in her in a million years. "So Ginny, you'll be starting school in the fall?" She timidly looked up at Tanner and smiled, "Yes. I'm quite nervous though." Tanner smiled back, "I know muggle schools differ from wizarding schools, but I'm sure I can relate. You'll be new, and you're scared that people won't like you?" Ginny nodded. Tanner shrugged, "Don't worry. I see that your brothers have gotten along great; there is no doubt that you'll do just as fine. Besides, you'll have your older brothers and Harry to look after you." Ginny smiled brightly, "That's what my mom said." Tanner laughed with Ginny lightly.
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"Okay Harry and I don't think that I have to tell you to be good?" They were standing outside; Mr. Weasley was going to drive the adults home. All of the other Weasleys stood outside. Tanner placed a kiss atop her son's head. Harry shook his head, "No. I'm always good." Tanner shook her head but smiled, "That's what I'm afraid of." She gave him another hug and another kiss on the cheek. Shooter picked his son up and gave him a bear hug. "Love you!" Harry hugged him back, "Miss you!" Shooter put him down and ruffled his hair. Red and Sky hugged him at the same time, whispering, "Learn as much pranks as you can from those twins!" Harry laughed loudly causing Tanner took look at the three in suspicion, "What are you saying to my son?" Three pairs of eyes looked at her innocently, "Nothing." Red and Sky gave Harry a playful look before getting into the car. He waved them off and Ron pulled him inside.
Charlie and Bill were pulled aside by their younger siblings to be told stories. Harry was just as eager as the young kids to listen to the stories. They were so fascinating. Dragons are only things he had heard of in fictional stories and wards… they were just not something that he'd been acquainted with yet. Mrs. Weasley interrupted, "I just received an owl from Hermione. She can't make it, but she and her parents are coming over on the day that Harry will be leaving." Ron looked a bit upset but Harry quickly cheered him up, "At least she'll be able to meet your family."
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Harry had slept in Ron's room in a spare bed. He found it comforting to know Ron snored because it'd remind him of home. When morning came, Mrs. Weasley made eggs, toast, fresh orange juice, bacon, and some cooked ham. Charlie and Bill were still here and when he sat at the full table, it just gave him a homely feel. "How'd you sleep dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked. Harry looked up at her and smiled, "Really well. Thank you." Ron playfully gagged. Harry shook his head, "Manners would do you real well with Hermione." Harry snorted. Ron's face became bright red, "I don't like her like that!" Harry laughed and with merriment in his eyes added, "I never accused you of liking her…" Bill and Charlie coughed up some juice, Fred and George ruffled Harry's hair, and the parents shook their heads. Ron's face became priceless in redness. Ginny didn't know what to think because she didn't really understand at the moment what was going on.
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"Who wants to go riding?" Mr. Weasley asked. He had just enough brooms for Ron, Harry, the twins, and his older children. "I heard from Ron, Harry, that you were allowed to play seeker in your first year." Bill and Charlie looked impressed, "Really?" Harry ducked his head, "Yeah. It was because Malfoy was being a jerk and took something from that Neville kid." Ron nodded furiously, "Yeah. Malfoy is dirt. He got Harry suspended for beating him up." Harry bit his lip, "I also provoked him…" Ron shook his head, "But I bet he deserved it!" Mr. Weasley laughed a bit, "Okay, settle down. Would you all like to play a friendly game of Quidditch?"
Harry and the Weasleys did the same thing the next day, except Charlie decided to not play Quidditch, allowing Ginny to test out a broom. Percy, the whole time, decided that he wanted to be cooped up in his room like some chicken on a farm.
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Soon, Hermione and her family would be over and so would his own family. Mr. Weasley was picking up his mom, dad and uncles while the Grangers would be arriving through floo. "Harry dear, do you have your things packed?" Harry looked up from his lunch, "Yes Mrs. Weasley." Molly looked to Harry, "I thought I told you Molly would be just fine." Harry smiled sweetly, "Yes Molly." Mrs. Weasley playfully swatted him with a dish towel before using said towel to clean up Ron's face. Harry respectively looked away so Ron wouldn't get embarrassed any further.
"Guess who's here!" Mr. Weasley called out. Harry jumped up and saw his family standing there. "Hi E," Tanner pulled Harry into a hug. It seemed like forever since they called him that. "Mom, dad, Uncle Sky, Uncle Red!" Harry gave them all kisses while his mom hugged him. Shooter was the next to pull him into a hug, but lifted him up also. "Having a good time?" Shooter asked. Harry nodded, "We flew yesterday and the day before and played some Quidditch. It was awesome!" Shooter laughed with his son for a little bit and then they all settled down. They all sat on the couches talking about nothing in particular. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley couldn't stop smiling at how cute Harry was with his family. He was sitting in his father's lap smiling and Tanner was sitting on the right of them. Red and Sky were sitting on the left. It was so cute!
"Here are my manners, going again! Can I get you all something to drink?" Mrs. Weasley stood up. Tanner laughed, "Some tea would be nice." Red and Sky just wanted some water. Harry noted quietly that the two must have hit the bars last night for they looked a bit tired and hung over. Bill walked into the living room, having left because of an owl letter that arrived earlier for him. "Well, it seems I have some good news. I'm needed right here for some wards so I'll be able to stick around for a few days longer." Mrs. Weasley's smile couldn't get any bigger.
"How about we show Harry's family what Quidditch is?" Mr. Weasley stood up. Tanner stood up as well, eager to see what Harry loved so much. "That sounds like a brilliant idea. Harry's talked so much about Quidditch." Bill rounded up the twins who were up stairs stirring up their concoctions.
Tanner, Sky, Red, and Shooter watched down below with Arthur and Molly while Quidditch was being played. "And see, Harry is keeping look-out for the snitch, which was that little golden ball. If he finds that, the game ends and extra points are added to the score." Red and Sky looked up at that and both commented, "Wicked." Ginny stood next to them, "Pretty awesome. I've heard that the Quidditch matches at Hogwarts are something to see. Sometimes, if the houses really have a problem with one another, the games get pretty gruesome. Like take Gryffindor and Slytherin. Those two houses are always feuding. Really, the only thing I'm looking forward to at Hogwarts, are those Quidditch matches." Tanner smiled, "Looks a lot like fun."
Harry was going against Charlie. The last two times they played, it had been Charlie to win at first, and yesterday Harry won. Today would be the tie breaker. Bill was on Harry's team as well as Ron. Fred and George were on Charlie's side. So far, the score was even, like the other two times, but this time, Harry was sure to win. But Charlie had that same mindset. So when they both found the snitch at the same time, the race was seriously on.
Tanner gasped as the two seekers raced at break-neck speeds to get that little golden ball. "This is sure dangerous though…" Shooter shrugged, "It's a sport. Name one sport where people don't get hurt." Tanner smiled, "Curling." Red and Sky looked at her, "That's a sport?" Tanner could only nod, trying to withhold some laughter.
Charlie and Harry both reached for the snitch and both clasped it. Then, they both screamed in frustration. Harry had it! Charlie had it! Who had it? Slowly, to assure they wouldn't lose their grip, they lowered themselves to the ground. Everyone rushed forward.
Arthur looked at the two hands, "Well, from it looks, you both grasped it on both sides… Tie?" Charlie and Harry shouted at him, "There can be no tie!" "There is no tie in Quidditch!"
Arthur stepped back, "Then let's have a rematch against the seekers then? Both of you let go and then mount your brooms. On the count of three you'll both fly up and search for it. Whoever gets it, wins." The two were reluctant to let go of the ball though. Finally, Arthur ripped it out of their hands and set it loose. "Mount your brooms. Good. One… Two… Three!" The race was on. Harry spotted it first and raced for it. Charlie chased after him and then they both reached forward…
And then the snitch flew off. Way off. Into the woods and then never seen again for another hour, off. "Guys, it's gone. Come on, let it go. There was a tie, just let it be. It was all for the name of fun, right?" Mr. Weasley called out. Bill bit his lip at the sight of the two. Harry growled, "I spotted it first." Charlie glared, "I almost had it that time." Harry smirked at him with a raised eyebrow, "I spotted it first and for you, the keyword was ALMOST." Shooter pinched Harry behind his neck. "Ouch!" Shooter let his eyes pop out for a second and then whispered, "You're being quite sour right now. Be a good sport or else… no more boiled chicken." Harry sniffed and then turned to Charlie, "Sorry for being a spoil sport. But you have to admit…" Harry was shoved lightly, "Ahem, sorry. Good game?" Charlie laughed and shook his hand, "Sorry too. I guess I didn't want to lose to a kid…" Harry laughed, "And I thought I was a spoil sport." Harry was nudged again, "Hey! It was all in good fun!"
By the time dinner rolled around, the Grangers showed up. "Hi. My name is Molly, this is my husband Arthur. These are my eldest sons Bill and Charlie. Then Percy is right here. Then these are my twins, Fred and George. And then my youngest children, Ron and Ginny." Wanda smiled, "Nice to finally meet you! Hermione has told me so much from what she could." They shook hands and then were introduced to Harry and his family. "So you are Don Granger? The dentist who works at Bright Smiles?" Don nodded, "Yes." Tanner smiled, "I've been there. Haven't gone in awhile. Nice dedicated place." Don's smile became larger, "Yeah? Who is your dentist?"
"Mr. Wake." Don 'oh-ed' and the conversation ended. Wanda, as it turned out, was also a dentist but she wasn't as full time as her husband was. "I like to be home most of my time. The house can get a bit messy even when no one is in it." Molly nodded, "I know that."
"So where do you guys live?" Don asked to Tanner and Shooter and Red and Sky. "We live in the community shacks and abandoned factory near that big mega-mall, Tonic." Don kept his frown to himself. He knew all to well who these people were now, "I know where that is." Shooter's eyes narrowed slightly. Something now seemed off with Mr. Granger. "Did you hear in the news what happened to that Mr. Jerkin guy?" Don held his breath slightly, "Yes I did. It was a bit unfortunate but at the same time he was a miserable fellow. I'm sad to admit that he was helping fund my building." Red listened intently. So Don Granger had Mr. Jerkin connections? Maybe their job wasn't completely over. But now this case had been made personal. Harry's friend Hermione's dad was to be their new potential victim. Could they pull it off so easily? But all ties haven't been cut; Mr. Granger was proof of that now.
Don, while being calm and collected, was shaking inside slightly. He knew, he just knew, that these were Mr. Jerkin's assassins! He was treading thin ice and the lake was miles deep. "I heard that they had a false lead on his assassins. Heard that they went into the community shacks. Scared the people… so that was you?" Shooter smiled, "Yeah. We were playing tag and out of nowhere squad cars and armed cops rushed at us. Gave poor Harry a fright." Harry, who heard, felt his cheeks and ear tips flame. It was still a sore part.
Wanda, not having any clue, gasped, "Oh that must have been horrible!" Tanner nodded, "There are other sets of community shacks nearby the abandoned factory. Must have been a mix up. Considered from where you are standing of course. If facing us, we are on the left. If your back is to us, we are on the right." Mr. Weasley nodded, "I almost went into the wrong one." Shooter laughed a bit, "Yeah. Harry sometimes gets confused. The only way he remembers is from where the sign is on the factory front." Harry felt the heat burn his skin. Why were they embarrassing him?
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It was late when they got home. All were in the sleeping shack listening to Harry talking about how much fun he had. "Charlie gave me some tips. Ron, jokingly, told him to not give me pointers because I was in Slytherin and if I got pointers I definitely would be able to beat Gryffindor next year." Harry then sighed, "So what was all that about Mr. Granger? He seemed a little odd, and when you were talking to him, you all seemed a bit put out."
Shooter looked to the three adults before sighing and sitting Harry down on his lap. "We have a reason to believe that our Mr. Jerkin problems are yet to be done with." Harry looked confused, "What does that have to do with Hermione's dad?" Shooter took in a deep breath and shook his head, "Don't personalize it for us please! Don Granger has connections with Mr. Jerkin. It was very obvious Don was trying to get information out of us once he realized who we were. Which is why that discussion about our shacks came up; we don't believe that Wendy knows what's going on, but Don definitely does." Harry shook his head, "But that can't be true." Tanner pulled Harry into a hug, "We won't do anything without more evidence proving that they were in deep ties." Harry averted his eyes from his family. He couldn't look at them. They wanted to hurt Hermione's family! "I'm tired…" He quietly muttered.
Tanner went into the kitchen, feeling slightly sick. Red and Sky followed her, but Shooter wanted to stay with Harry and see if he could talk some sense into him. Harry was just putting on some clean sweat pants when Shooter pulled him back into his lap. Shooter had no idea how he was going to break the whole child molestation charges against Mr. Jerkin and the ties to Mr. Granger it implied. "Harry, E…" Shooter had Harry in his lap so Harry was looking directly into his eyes. "E, you do remember what Mr. Jerkin had been charged with, right?" Harry shivered thinking of Mr. Jerkin. Those blue eyes… He nodded anyway so Shooter continued, "Keenan had been his partner when it came to the trafficking and they were both into the whole child thing. Don Granger said he had ties with Mr. Jerkin and he never denied what had been said about those child molestation, rape, and pornography charges." Harry shook his head, "Child porno? Child rape?"
Shooter stared at Harry, "What went along those trafficking charges was child pornography and rape. When you're trafficking someone, you're selling them to other people for that person's sick amusement. In order to do that, sometimes the person selling their 'item', they'd have to take some photos to show what that other person would be getting. And sometimes, the children would be raped. Mr. Granger didn't deny any of those things. He was more interested into playing a pity card on a criminal who was shot." Harry didn't want to hear it, "But that doesn't mean that they were friends. Maybe he just thought it was a shame. Hermione said that her parents were religious in some aspects. Maybe he was just sorry for his soul or something?" Shooter shook his head, "I don't think you're old enough to completely understand the full problem. But, like Tanner said, we aren't going to do anything without proof."
That night, when they all went to sleep. Harry had a nightmare. He was in the clearing and he was being sodomized by a man with blue eyes. He sounded so much like Mr. Jerkin; and those damn blue eyes! Why did those eyes torture him like so? Why did they make him feel helpless and hurt? Harry screamed, waking everyone up. Shooter hopped out of his bed immediately and went over to Harry, "Shh, Harry wake up! E!" Harry didn't hear him. Instead, he heard his own cries from that night. He heard his attacker's voice echo about being quiet. He could also hear someone calling out 'E' in the far distance. But it didn't click in his head that that had really happened. He felt so cold.
"E? What's wrong?" Shooter rocked his son, hoping that the small boy's whimpers would calm. They did, but Harry still wouldn't respond. Sky ran to the medical shack to grab a smelling salt, hoping that would snap the preteen out of it. When he came back from the medical shack, Harry was crying on Shooter's shoulder. "Harry, what'd you dream about?" Circles rubbed on his back didn't help him. Tanner whispering soothing words could not comfort him. Shooter holding him with protectiveness did nothing to soothe his nerves. Red helping Harry drink some tea didn't help either. Looks like the salt was out of the question.
Shooter, finally sensing that maybe the reason why Harry won't talk was because everyone was around, shooed them out. "Let me talk to him in private." When they were alone, Shooter made Harry look him directly in the eyes. "E, Harry, what's wrong? What has you all upset like this?" Harry hiccupped but didn't answer him. Shooter lain down with Harry and tucked him in. "We'll talk about it tomorrow then. Goodnight Harry. I love you." Harry nodded before allowing himself to go back to sleep.
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The next day, Shooter took Harry to the clearing where his attack had happened. Upon feeling Harry's hand gripping his own, he finally understood what last night was about. "Did you have a bad dream about this place?" Harry sniffed and nodded. He didn't look into Shooter's eyes, he just couldn't. "Do you remember what happened?" Harry nodded. Shooter, not realizing Harry meant the dream, spoke, "Its okay to feel ashamed. But what happened wasn't your fault. You were alone and defenseless against someone who was probably a lot bigger and stronger than you." Harry looked up sharply, "What?" Shooter looked down at Harry. Comprehension dawned on him and he felt extremely stupid for his assumptions. "Your dream… it really happened." Harry's eyes widened under his glasses. His breathing became shallow and suddenly he just wanted to get out of there! So he ran. He ran until he couldn't run anymore, which was half way to the shacks.
Shooter easily caught up with him and pulled him down into a hug, "I'm sorry! We didn't tell you it because we figured it would be best for you to not remember! But I need to understand something," Shooter once again had to force Harry to look at him, "I need to know why you all of a sudden had that nightmare?" Harry whimpered, "Mr. Jerkin… blue eyes…" Once again, for what seemed like the umpteenth time, comprehension slapped Shooter in the face. The drunk who lived nearby, the one who hurt his Harry, the one who was into the whole child fetish, was none other than Mr. Jerkin.
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OMG! I am so sorry that this chapter was late! I've been really behind as of late (no pun) and Awake will no doubt be more than two weeks late now. I'm so sorry once again! But, look on the bright side, I did something with this story that I planned on not doing and that was making ends meet with Harry's attacker. Also, this story is well over eight-thousand words long, 12font, 14pages on Microsoft word. I'm so excited about that. However, I'm also pissed at myself because I didn't get through to Harry's birthday. But that will be the next chapter plus his second year... Chamber of Secrets... heehee.
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