Alright, first chapter... Ah yeah... it's a little strange. Severus' strange premonition ability comes into play a bit more and it's a trip. So yeah... this chapter is 'Eyes Like Yours' by Shakira since Harry's eyes are mentioned A LOT in this chapter.

Warnings: Not really many... a little OOCness and AUishness... so yeah.

Wanted Dead or Alive

HP Yaoi

by:

Kiyoshi Michi

Eyes Like Yours

Severus sat in his private rooms, head resting in his hands. Those bright eyes were haunting him. They were full of such foreign emotion - apathy, hatred, sadistic pleasure. It would seem that the time in which the boy had been hidden away from the world changed him dramatically. Not only was he hardened, he was much older, in his mid-twenties from the look of it.

How had such changes come to be?

Lily would surely have his head if she knew. Not only had her son been tossed into a war at a young age with little experience to kill a man who had been after his head for years, but he happened to have became a metaphoric block of ice. The smiles were all fake and the sweetness that oozed from his mouth in the form of words was forced and built from years of practice. This new Harry Potter, this alien life-form, appeared to be evil incarnate.

Everything Voldemort wanted to be wrapped in one seemingly innocent package. The epitome of intellectual evil. Harry Potter was going to be a force to be reckoned with and Severus did not want to be the one attacked first. As it was, Severus had a sinking feeling some students would not make it back home in one piece.

Severus could practically see the blood staining Potter's hands. He could see it in the smirk that stretched those lips and the darkness swirling in the boy's green eyes. However, he just knew the boy was refined now, even in whatever methods he used to kill those people. Severus saw the way in which Potter held himself, an aura of arrogance and self-fulfillment surrounding his very being.

"Severus, my friend, what is wrong?"

Black eyes peered through potion-stained fingers to see the regal blonde standing now in the room, brushing dust from his clothes. Of course, Lucius always seemed to pop in just when he was having a mental dilemma. He heaved a sigh and leaned back in the deep brown arm chair, motioning for Lucius to take a seat on his favorite love seat.

"There is a new Professor... a Divination Professor at that."

"They found someone willing to take the spot?"

"Willing? He bloody called Minerva up and offered himself!"

Lucius raised a brow. While it was certainly a strange thing to do, he did not see why Severus felt the need to be so melodramatic about it. He waited patiently for Severus to continue, wanting a few answers of his own at this point.

"However, when I look into his eyes... I can see all his secrets. I can see past the pure hate and almost demonic pleasure and see what evil lies underneath. He has led everyone to believe he is someone else but I know, Lucius! I know who that is!"

Lucius had moved back in his seat, trying to make himself smaller, as Severus stood and started pacing the room, throwing his arms in the air. The blonde had seen Severus get like this before and it never ended well. Once again, the Potions Master was almost perfect with his predictions and Lucius hated the sound of this one already.

"He has come back! He wants to haunt those who have wronged him and then destroy those that stand in his way! But... but you and I... we are going to stand in the aftermath with few others. We are going to dance in the blood that rains down among the mangled corpses that litter the ground. Mountains of burnt flesh and seas of tears shall make the landscape and insanity shall be our home!"

Severus suddenly grabbed both of Lucius' arms, pulling him close with a strange expression on his face. This half of the event Lucius had seen only once more and it had been much more dismal. It spelled the doom that was to follow them if they joined Voldemort and they chose not to listen.

Doom had come swift upon their heads.

"Do not run from emeralds. Run to them and gather them in your arms and remain steadfast - do not let your grip slacken. If you do, the following whirlpool will sweep you off your feet and drown you."

Lucius scrabbled to grab at Severus as he started to fall, keeping him from hitting the ground and hurting himself. Feeling more than slightly fazed by the premonition, Lucius helped the unconscious Potions Master back to his seat, letting him sit there while he recovered.

'What had that been about?'

Emerald eyes were on him, unwavering.

Severus could practically feel a hole being burnt into his back. However, he was going to remain staring at his plate, though the food no longer interested him. Severus was still trying to get over the fact he had spewed another premonition at Lucius. They were not prophecies per se as there were not so many loopholes. Either one part of it happened, or the other.

Apparently, the whole thing had been about Potter, but Lucius did not yet know Potter was back. All he knew was that someone from the past was back to haunt them all.

"Severus, you know who I am... do you not?"

Said man jumped slightly, though it was to get a little distance between himself and the man smiling that demonic smirk next to him. Potter had pointed nails, almost like claws. The smirk only widened as Potter chuckled, a dark sound though no one else seemed to notice.

"Answer me, Severus."

Severus tried to hold back his cringe and managed to hide most of it. Apparently, Potter's other hand had made its way to his thigh and was now digging those vicious nails through the heavy fabric and into his skin. It was effective in causing enough pain to force someone into answering questions as Severus found out in a most difficult manner.

"Yes. However, I am intelligent enough to realize you will cause more damage to my leg if I say your name aloud."

"Ah. I knew there was a reason I liked you, Severus. You are no idiot and this I do appreciate. I would threaten you if you reveal my name in private to anyone, but I know you shall not do that either. I do, however, request a meeting later. We have much to discuss."

Severus wanted to spit in the brat's face and tell him they had nothing to discuss, but the claws in his skin said otherwise. Between gritted teeth, Severus gave his acceptance of the meeting and was relieved to have his thigh away from harm once more. He then tried vehemently to deny the fact he was excessively curious as to what the Potter brat wished to discuss.

"Severus, through sources I wish not to reveal at the moment, I have heard of the premonition you made."

Severus cursed under his breath.

"I must say it is a rather... promising future for me. It sounded promising for you as well, and whoever else happened to be mentioned that I am unaware of. However, in order to insure this positive outlook on your life, Severus, I need to know if you are going to follow me."

"I refuse to be marked as anyone's thing, Potter."

The boy had the audacity to laugh at his words, head thrown back in true mirth. This was about the point in which Severus started to feel comfortable and he wanted to kick himself for it. Potter was not someone to drop his guard around, as the boy was completely sadistic and Severus could tell just by looking at his eyes. He almost jumped when he realized those eyes were back on him, amusement shining through.

"Severus, I would not brand you. I am not Voldemort - I am not insane. A sociopath, yes. But I still have my mind in the fullest capacity. I want what Voldie did. A desire to see that magic does not die out."

Severus stopped his mental rant to look at the boy. This actually sounded intelligent.

"Ah, I know what is going through your mind. 'Harry bloody Potter actually thought about this?' Yes, I did. I know that we must separate ourselves from the muggles, to lessen the risk of both being discovered and having magic die out. However, Purebloods cannot continue to have children with only other Purebloods as deformities will begin to run rampant. Muggleborn children who show their magic early on will need to be taken from the Muggle families, as they cannot be raised not to know what is happening to them. It sounds rough, taking children from their families, but something tells me we will find a way. Creatures will also need rights. They act out now because they have none other than the fact law states they may follow their own laws set out long before governments took control."

It was a tad scattered, as the boy tried to put everything he thought into one, condensed breath it seemed. However, Severus knew people could work out details later and help to set about what Potter thought was necessary. The Potions Master found himself agreeing with the boy, pausing to run a finger over his chin.

"Potter... I believe I shall join you in your endeavor."

The smirk on Potter's lips was almost predatory as he purred.

"Wonderful to know, Severus."

Draco sighed, his cheek resting in his palm. He had no idea how but Severus had managed to convince Lucius to get Draco into a Divination class taught by a new Professor. Something about being well-rounded or some shit like that. He rolled his grey eyes, noticing he was at least not the only seventh year Slytherin in the class. They all jumped when the hatch opened, though no one was coming through. Draco furrowed his brows.

"Good day, my unwilling victims!"

They all turned quickly in their seats to see a man standing in the front, arms crossed.

Draco felt like he should recognize this man, but his identity eluded him.

"My name is Leonius. Nothing more, nothing less. I refused to be called Leo or some such tripe. I also refuse to accept any lack of obedience. This is my domain and you are nothing more than insignificant rats that I must try to teach. Disrespect is not tolerated. I earned this position - you did not. I am also not this Trelawney character you had before. I do not teach to predict death as that is something you do not need to know. If you are destined to die... you are destined to die that way at that time and you can do nothing to prevent it."

Draco tried to hide his smirk. He rather liked this man already.

"Something you find amusing, Mister Malfoy? Or have I gained the respect of someone already? I could just be making you question your sexual preferences as well."

Draco could not help it. He laughed. He laughed long and hard, ignoring the looks around him though he noticed the smirk on the man's face only grew. It was not an insult and the Professor knew as such. He simply caught the humor where no one else seemed to.

"I take it I have earned your respect then?"

"Yes... yes sir."

"Good. My life is finally complete, Mister Malfoy."

Draco had no idea why, but he laughed again, bent over with his head resting on the small table while his shoulder shook. Leonius also let him be the entire period, harping on other students for messing up on the first day. They only had cups with tea leaves today, but Leonius was rel... what was that?

Draco furrowed his brows and brought the cup closer to his face, staring harder at the black at the bottom of the cup. Leonius actually jumped when Draco's hand shot straight into the air, almost taking his nose off.

"Ah... yes, Mister Malfoy?"

"It's a Grim. But it has a strange ring around it."

the man blinked and suddenly pulled the cup from Draco's hands, staring intently at the bottom of the teacup. His brows furrowed before he suddenly started laughing. Needless to say, Draco was entirely confused as the man suddenly doubled over, still laughing as he set the cup back onto the table. He rested a hand on Draco's shoulder, taking a little while to calm down.

"Alright... while a Grim is normally a rather... dismal reading, the ring signifies mate or bond."

Draco's nose scrunched.

"My mate is a bloody Grim!"

"No. The animagus is a Grim. It's a person."

The knowing smirk on Leonius' face was what terrified Draco. Who was this person and why did the Professor seem to know something no one else did? He really started to worry when the man started laughing again, walking away while muttering to himself.

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