Man, I am just throwing these chapters out at you guys... I like this story a lot, so maybe that is why... and by the way, got a comment on the fact a few words are misspelled (no worries, that comment doesn't bother me and makes me happy someone pointed it out) but the thing is... I do not have a beta... of any nature. Or even Word for that matter. I am stuck with Word Pad. Yeah...
Song is Devour by Shinedown, but there are lyrics from Cyanide Sweet Tooth Suicide... don't kill me if I messed them up a wee bit.
Warnings: Language, death, puppet corpses, OOCness (a lot) and a wee bit of crackness.
P.S. The X's in the bottom part signify a small jump in time... just so you know.
Wanted Dead or Alive
HP Yaoi
by:
Kiyoshi Michi
Devour
The humming was driving him mad. It came from across the room, where the boy was sitting and looking like all was right in the world as he made rather strange gestures. Severus narrowed his eyes at the hunched form on his love seat... the one Lucius loved so much. Said blonde would be here shortly and all the Potter brat had said was, 'That is fine - I could use another capable adult to join me.'
"Potter, what are you doing?"
"Playing air guitar."
"...pardon?"
Potter sighed and stood up, holding his arms in a strange position. Severus furrowed his brows as an instrument appeared in the boy's hands. Without a word of warning, the brat started strumming the instrument furiously, face blank of any and all emotion. This went on for a short while until the boy suddenly smirked and opened his mouth to sing and the voice that came out could not have belonged to the once small child.
"She's a steel thrill suicide they say, cyanide in her plastic veins. She's a mannequin of misery. She's on a bender, but she ain't gonna break."
Everything suddenly stopped and Severus was left just a little more confused than before. Though, from the smirk on the boy's face, he knew he should wipe all expression from his face lest the boy become even more smug.
"Nice, hmm? I spent some time in America and became well acquainted with their music. Obviously, there are some styles and bands I prefer over others, but nothing quite tops Shinedown for me. That was just a small part of my favored song, Cyanide Sweet Tooth Suicide. I could love that song just for the title."
"Potter, such a title is mer-"
"I swear if you say anything derogatory about Shinedown, I will kill you in that very spot."
Severus stopped speaking.
"Sehr gut. While we wait for Malfoy Senior, I shall continue with this guitar as I forgot how much I loved it until just a moment ago."
The Potions Master glared, but did not say anything to deter the boy as he took the instrument once more and began playing another tune, this one much softer. He even turned his back on Severus as he moved slightly with the music, mumbling the words though hardly loud enough for Severus to catch more than a few words. His dark eyes turned to the other side of the room as the Floo flared, the blonde stepping through.
"Hello Sev- what is that sound?"
"It seems the brat enjoys music from the States."
Lucius raised a brow, but moved to take a seat on his favorite love seat, stretching out a little. The man in the corner of the room was obviously very into the music he was playing, as he was strumming the instrument with enthusiasm and moving with the tune, which had taken a turn shortly after he got into the room.
"Severus, who is that?"
"Master Malfoy, I do believe it rather impolite to ask someone else the name of a person no more than a few feet away."
The blonde blinked slowly.
"Of course, I apologize. However, you did appear rather... involved with your music, so I thought it much more polite to leave you be until finished."
"Ah, Severus. You did not tell me Lucius was actually a polite person deep down."
The blonde looked between the two as Severus snorted, resting his cheek on his knuckles.
"It must have escaped my mind, brat. That, or you are simply delusional."
The man sniffed indignantly.
"I do not have delusions."
"Oh, but you do. A rather large one that seems on going. You are under the impression we are friends. Sounds to me like you need to be locked away, safe in white walls of foam."
Severus smirked as the man stared at him wide-eyed. Apparently he had not seen that particular comment coming. His nose scrunched as the instrument vanished. When Severus looked away, the boy sent a gesture to Lucius to keep silent with a smirk stretching his lips. Lucius nodded his agreement but nearly broke said agreement when he saw the man break into a run then jump into Severus' lap, knocking him and the chair over.
Damn.
"What in all of bloody Hell was running through your damned mind that possessed you to believe for a moment it would be appropriate to attack me!"
"There's the Severus we all know and love."
"What a beautiful sentiment."
With a sort of battle cry, Severus lifted his legs and shoved the man off of him, sending him sprawling halfway across the room. The Potions Master stood, brushing a few stray locks from his face before righting his chair to take a seat again. Once situated, Severus looked to Lucius, a brow raised in question at the look on the blonde's face.
"What?"
"Who is that?"
"Well, he seems to have deemed it comical to name himself 'Leonius' but I cannot tell you more than that. I have sworn to secrecy on threat of my thigh."
"...what?"
"I dare you to say no when nails like that of a hawk are buried in your thigh in the middle of the Great Hall."
"... is there something going on between you two I should know about?"
"HA!"
They both turned to see Leonius standing there, pointing at Lucius.
"You ignorant baboon!"
"Buffoon."
"Buffoon! Wow... I royally fucked that up, didn't I?"
"Very much so."
Leonius huffed and crossed his arms, flopping onto the seat... which ended up with him sitting with his thighs on top of Lucius' legs. Said blonde only raised a brow as the male continued to sulk. He shot a questioning look to Severus who only shrugged in return. Apparently he was just as clueless.
"Lucius, stop staring. It is rather unbecoming of you."
"Then tell that man to stop dancing like that!"
"You are perfectly capable of doing so yourself."
"No, I am not. Trust me."
Lucius' mercury eyes were following the movements of Leonius as he danced to a song Lucius had never heard, though the beat was perfect for the dance the walking sin was performing. Severus rolled his eyes and went back to the book in his hand as he could not be less interested in watching the brat dance. If only Lucius knew.
Severus did want to tell him, especially since the more he dropped by, the more that brat had to come down to Severus' private rooms, the more enamored Lucius was becoming with the brat. The Potions Master could just see the lust rolling off Lucius now and it was more than a little disturbing.
"Brat, stop that. Lucius is drooling."
The blonde sent Severus a weak glare as Leonius stopped, turning to look at them innocently.
"Then why the fuck would I stop?"
"Because everything will backfire and I will attack you instead."
"...you, Severus, are a right bastard."
"That I know."
Leonius sighed dramatically and flopped to drape over Severus' lap, who paid him no mind as he began to read once more. Lucius hid a chuckle when he saw a determined glint pass the boy's eyes before he heaved a louder sigh. Severus went on reading. With a scowl, Leonius began to practically wail as he squirmed, trying to get the older man's attention.
It was all for naught.
Severus flipped the page as if nothing was happening. Lucius almost wanted to hide when he saw the murderous look on the boy's face as he suddenly ripped Severus' book from his hands. With no more than a second passing, Leonius had reached up and pulled Severus' lips to his in a rather bruising kiss that shocked Lucius.
When Leonius pulled away, he smirked despite the fury on the Potion Master's face.
"Well, now that I have your undivided attention, I think I am off to bed."
"Brat, why the Hell do I care?"
"Oh... I thought you would like to know I am commandeering your sleeping space."
Before Severus could protest, Leonius was up and running through a door in the corner where Lucius briefly glimpsed a bed before the door slammed, locking. Grumbling, Severus sagged in his chair, looking for all the world as if someone had just stolen a rare Potions ingredient.
"Are you sure there is nothing between you two?"
"Lucius, do shut up."
His eye twitched slightly when the blood sprayed up, landing on his cheek. The fucking idiot had to make it so damn difficult to just die. Harry had spent an hour chasing the arse through an unmarked forest, growling as the man screamed like a pansy little bitch. When he finally caught up, Harry had tackled the man but he thrashed around and managed to scratch Harry's face.
That pissed him off.
With a demonic screech, he picked up a stick from the ground beside him and began viciously stabbing at the male's neck, amazed he was piercing skin. It was just a stick after all. Maybe his anger was pushing magic into the wood and giving it real substance in order to attack. Harry stopped when the male could only make gurgles, close to death with a mangled throat and severe blood loss.
With a smirk stretching his lips that made his face look as if it belonged to someone evil and insane, he Transfigure the stick into a small knife and procured some thread from his clothes with a needle. This was a plan Harry had locked away in his mind for awhile now and he planned to act upon it. Soon. Harry began to work, his laughter bordering on hysteric.
X
"Severus, luv, would you like to help?"
"Potter... call me that again and I will carve up that face of yours that you adore so much."
"NO! This arse already got it!"
"...I can see that..."
Potter huffed and suddenly threw a body on Severus' table, causing him to pull his plate closer to himself. He did not enjoy blood with his food. Though... the body was an impressive piece of work. There were no eyelids and the neck was sewn together, looking like a rag doll that had been patched. Cuts near the mouth made it appear like the mouth design of a ventriloquist's puppet and strings were attached to the major limbs and a number of the smaller ones.
"Potter, what is this?"
"Want to play puppet with me?"
Severus raised a brow.
X
"Minerva, the doors are locked!"
She had noticed this already. This was why all the students were standing outside the doors rather than inside, eating. With a sigh, Minerva tried once more to get the doors opened and let out a surprised sound when they suddenly unlatched. She tried to peer inside to see why the doors had been locked, but everything had been thrown into pitch black dark.
She was not the only one who yelped as some force pushed all residents inside and closed the doors.
Minerva felt when everyone sat down, likely for the same reason she did. Whatever had forced them inside had forced them to sit. The normally unshakable woman felt dread settle in her stomach when she saw the lamps flicker to life at the end, near the doors. Each lighted after the other one had been set off, the speed in which they ignited gaining until suddenly, the entire Head Table was lit up with only three seats.
Everyone screamed collectively.
The three seats were occupied, but by people who were obviously deceased. The middle was a dark haired man, green eyes faded by a milky film staring unblinking at them from a man with a giant hole in his chest. On the left was a tall blonde, though most of his face seemed to be melting and an arm was missing, that half of the body wearing burnt clothes. On the right, another dark haired man whose neck appeared to have been mutilated at some point sat. The two things all had in common was the fact they had no eyelids and their mouths appeared able to move up and down at the neck, much like a puppet.
"Welcome to the feast!"
The middle one spoke first, its mouth clacking hollowly with each syllable. It even stood to gain attention, though was clumsy on its feet, and waved a hand, the fingers wiggling.
"This is a memory that will stay with you forever, the memory of the three corpses talking. Most of you have missed the representation in your fear and shock, but I am Harry Potter. The man on my right, your left, is Lucius Malfoy and the man on my left, your right, is Severus Snape.
"Yes, I know. 'Why are they dead!' We have been dead since the beginning but you all are to witness a rebirth soon. A grand rebirth that will take control of all of the Wizarding World!"
The blonde corpse stood now, a little more unsure on its feet than the first. Strangely, it did not say anything. It just let out a rather disturbing laugh as the second dark-haired corpse stood, holding out its arms.
"Traditions will fall to make a path for the new Lord to tread upon, taking the path far easier than any that have come before! Laws will be forgotten, pushed aside as those who stood in shadows before come into the Light and breath deep success! The Dark shall shudder in fear as it retaliates blindly, causing mayhem and destruction in its blind quest for absolute supremacy!
"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."
The second half of the first premonition had been spoken again, to a larger audience. When the voices stopped echoing, the three bodies suddenly fell over, landing in a heap behind the table before turning to blackened bodies, as if burnt by nothing, before falling apart into ash.
No one dared speak.
Yeah... don't ask about that puppet thing... anyway, I luv reviews!