Harry Potter and Artemis Fowl: Weapons of Magic Chapter Four
There are some mature bits in here, but no actual sex scenes, sorry.
Disclaimer: Do I really need to tell you what you already know?
They traveled until they came to a beach on the coast. Snape had a sent a message via a little handheld computer to Ron and Hermione saying he had found Harry and they were both okay and could they come get them.
It was late in the afternoon. The beach they went to was private, on the Atlantic Ocean, not near any place where people would pop up unexpectedly. They would sail back to England, as they needed to check out an island that had mysteriously popped up in the middle of the ocean. They needed to find it.
They sat waiting on a rock, and seen the boat come into view. It was pretty big, bigger than what Harry had expected. It got up onto the beach itself, and a rope ladder came down. Harry could see Ron ad Hermione waving from the railing, yelling excitedly.
Snape went up first and then Harry. Hermione grabbed Harry in a hug the moment he got both his feet planted on the deck.
"Oh, Harry!" squealed Hermione. "We were so worried about you. We thought-"
She couldn't finish, to choked up, but Harry knew they thought he might have died. He tensed up at the hug, not liking to be touched, even though Hermione was his longtime friend. Ron grabbed him in a hug too, which included much back thumping, the usual man stuff. Harry tried to return it, but the physical touching was making him too tense.
Ron seemed to notice a bit, but didn't say anything. The boat retreated from the bank and set sail. The boat was magic and would steer to where they wanted, so nobody had to be at the helm. The sails would move as needed so nobody had to climb up in the rigging to do it themselves.
Hermione made them sit down on some chairs on the main deck and ran down below to make sandwiches.
"Where were you?" asked Ron.
Harry told him he'd been in a lab in the mountains, but didn't tell them much. He let out the part of his new powers, deciding not to shock them too much.
Hermione came bustling back with a plate full of sandwiches.
"Here, you guys must be hungry."
Harry was hungry. Snape didn't much in his pack except crackers, beef jerky, and a couple of other things. Harry and Snape thanked her and everyone began to eat.
"Harry, what are those scars all over you?" asked Hermione, eyeing his face and exposed arms and legs.
"Nothing," mumbled Harry, through a mouthful of salami and cheese.
"That's not nothing," said Hermione, pointing to his face. "Did-did they torture you?"
"Hermione," said Ron.
"Yes, I was, now please stop asking about it," said Harry, who didn't want to talk about it. He just wanted to enjoy being reunited with his friends, not be hounded about the worst three months of his life. Hermione looked upset.
"Hermione, don't nag him about it just now," Ron whispered to her, taking her hand. Hermione nodded.
"We met one of those creatures in the woods," said Snape, trying to divert attention. He explained a bit.
"How did you kill it?" asked Ron.
Snape was silent, not wanting to blurt it out.
Harry swallowed. "I killed it."
"How?" asked Hermione.
Harry sighed. "I guess I better just show you." He released his claws with a little shnick. Hermione gasped. Harry explained a bit about his powers and how he got them.
"I have wings too, although I'm not about to pop those out," said Harry.
"Wings?" asked Hermione.
"Yes."
He told them only everything he had told Snape.
Hermione stared at the claws. "At least you have protection."
"Listen," said Ron. "Were almost to a port town and we need to get supplies before we go off through the Atlantic to the island. So were going to dock for a bit and do our shopping."
When they docked, Ron said he and Snape would get the stuff need. He said Harry should take Hermione off to get something eat or do something, since she had been so worried about him these past few months. Ron would catch up with Snape while they shopped.
Harry and Hermione went off through the streets, bustling with people talking and hurrying about their business. It was starting to get dark outside.
"Should we get something to eat?" asked Harry, who was still hungry.
"Sure," said Hermione. "We've got plenty of money."
They found a little pub and sat in a corner booth. Harry got a cheeseburger and fries and Hermione got some fried cheese sticks with marinara sauce. The waiter had stared at Harry's scarred face and arms like he was some kind freak, which Harry thought was almost funny, considering the waiter had so many piercings in his face, there was almost more metal than skin.
"I'm sorry, Harry," said Hermione while Harry devoured his cheeseburger, trying not to eat too fast however, he was starving, and food didn't seem to make his stomach hurt anymore.
Harry swallowed and wiped his mouth off. "Sorry about what?"
Hermione looked upset. "That we didn't find you earlier, or stop you from getting kidnapped."
"It's not your fault," said Harry, honestly. "That fight was hard. They overwhelmed us. I'm sorry you guys woke up in cave below the surface."
"But we found our way out in a week," said Hermione. "You-you were tortured for three months. I know you don't want to talk about it, but we can all see the scars and can guess."
Harry swallowed another bite. "I'm not trying to alienate you guys, it's just-too painful to talk about right now."
"I know," said Hermione. "I just wanted to say sorry. I felt like we could have done something differently."
"Aeron wanted me," said Harry. "He would have captured me sooner or later, likely."
"Why did he want you?" asked Hermione.
"He said he knew I had a strong mind and body," said Harry. Aeron had told him he needed someone strong to undergo the transformation. He had done it with other people, and said the results hadn't gone so well. Their minds cracked completely, or they ended up retarded. He tortured Harry for three months straight to make sure his mind wouldn't crack.
"Think of it like this," Aeron had said, coming over to Harry. He had been captured for only a few days and Aeron had made him suffer three bouts of the Crucio curse, and had Gary beat the crap out him, first with his fists and then a crowbar. Harry managed to get to his knees, bleeding from his face, chest and arms, bruised. A few of his ribs had cracked. Aeron had put a couple of fingers under Harry's chin and lifted it, forcing Harry to look at him. Aeron had smiled. "You're going to be my weapon of magic, powerful. I need to make sure your mind can handle it. Once it's done, I won't have a need to torture you. So think of this as tough love."
Harry had lashed out at Aeron with a fist and punched him in the face. Gary had beaten him into unconsciousness for that.
Harry snapped out his thoughts. "Don't be sorry Hermione. It's not your fault."
They left the pub, after a couple of beers and went out into the street.
"We should probably get back," said Hermione.
The streets were less crowded now. They went down the street, headed back toward the dock. As they passed by a dark alley, Harry heard, with his sharper hearing, a women begging and whimpering.
"Stay here," he told Hermione, pushing her into the doorway of a small shop that sold souvenirs. It was open and a few people were inside, buying huge shells, or looking at T-shirts.
"What? Why?" asked Hermione, confused.
"Just stay here," growled Harry.
Harry went into the dark alleyway. There were two smelly dumpsters and between them there was some kind of scuffle. Two men had a woman between and were trying to get her clothes off.
"Come on, you little whore," said one. "We just need a few minutes."
The woman tried to scream, but one of the men clamped his hand over her mouth.
"Get away from that woman!" said Harry angrily.
The men paused. "What do you want?"
"Mind your own business!"
"I said get away from her!" snarled Harry. He released only one blade on his right hand.
The men seen the blade and thought it was a knife. They released the woman who ran to the other end and away. They brought out knives of their own.
"Come on, big guy," said the first man. "You wanna be a hero, eh?"
They came forward. Harry leaned and jabbed the first man in the side and then in the same motion, slashed the second man across the chest.
"Ugh," said the first man. He noticed the blade was coming out of Harry's hand. "What the fuck is that?"
"Harry!" shouted Hermione from behind him, drawing her wand out of her sleeve.
Harry made as if to stab him again, and both men backed up and ran.
"Hermione, I told you to stay in the shop!" said Harry. "I can't have you getting hurt. Those two men were trying to rape some woman. Luckily she ran off."
Hermione stared at the blood on Harry's claw. She got a tissue out of her pocket. Harry retracted his claw, which cleaned the blade and left the blood on his hand. He wiped it off good and threw the tissue in the dumpster.
"You killed them?" asked Hermione.
"No!" said Harry. "Although maybe I should of, but I'm not that cold hearted, I guess. I just injured them enough to make them think twice next time. They should be able to get those wounds stitched up nicely."
"What if they report you?" asked Hermione.
Harry sighed. "Hermione, were in Muggle territory, and they were attempting to rape a woman. How are they going to explain that to the cops?" He put on a fake whiny voice. "'Oh, Mr. Policeman, we were trying to rape this woman in an alley, and this guy came and stabbed us with a magical blade that erupted from his hand.' The cops would think there total loonies and arrest them for attempted rape."
"Oh, yeah," said Hermione. "Didn't think about that."
"Besides, were going across the Atlantic."
They got back to the boat. The boat was stocked with food and fresh supplies. Snape went to bed early, because he was tired. Hermione, Ron, and Harry sat on chairs on the deck, while the boat steered itself across the ocean. The city was just a smattering of twinkling lights against the horizon now.
They drank some beers and Harry nibbled some oranges. He figured he probably needed some vitamin C, since he barely got food when he was imprisoned.
They talked a bit, and Hermione said she was going to have a bath down below, leaving Ron and Harry.
"After we check out the island," said Ron, swigging his beer, "Were heading to Ireland, to meet up with Artemis Fowl. He's invited us to his house. You remember Fowl, right?"
"Oh, yeah," said Harry. "The super smart one who wears suits all the time?"
Ron laughed. "Yeah, but he's okay. I think he really likes that female elf, Holly."
Harry had met Holly, although only for a few minutes. Short, with cropped auburn hair. She was pretty.
"Ginny might be there," said Ron.
Harry liked Ginny. A lot. After Hogwarts, he wanted to go out with her. They had been together for a little bit in school. But afterwards, Ginny had been going out with someone else, and even when she was single, Harry, for some reason, felt too chicken to ask her out again. Ron and Hermione got married and were fine, but Harry felt like a wuss because he couldn't ask Ginny out. He was afraid she would say no. She still talked to him and they were friends, but that was all. He had tried, but every time he had went to open his mouth, he would look at her pretty eyes and imagine her saying no, and was afraid it would ruin their friendship.
"Okay," said Harry.
"We'll see if the smart one has any ideas."
Ron went to bed with Hermione. Harry went to the cabin he shared with Snape and got into his own bed and managed to fall asleep, only to be tormented by more nightmares.
He dreamt of his transformation and awoke with a yell, sweating. Snape woke up in his bed.
"What happened?" he asked blearily.
"Nothing," muttered Harry. "Go back to bed."
He had only slept for about four hours, but felt rested, although rattled by the nightmare. Would he ever have a decent night of rest? The only time he didn't dream was when he had been injured by that monster and has passed out from the injury.
He made himself tea and got a book from one of the rooms and sat on the deck to read with a lantern. He watched the sun rise a few hours later and then figured since he was up, he might as well make breakfast for everyone.
He made oatmeal with chopped apples and toast for everyone. He cut his finger with the knife while chopping apples. It was pretty bad looking at first, but it healed up quickly, although he had to throw that particular apple out and disinfect the cutting board and knife, since obviously no one wanted apples doused in blood.
By the time he was finished, and had made tea, everybody was up.
"Oh, you made food. Thanks!" said Ron, sitting down to the table where Harry had already place bowls.
"I was up already," shrugged Harry.
"Couldn't you sleep?" asked Hermione.
"I don't seem to need much sleep," said Harry. He wondered if that partly because sometimes Aeron had tortured him with sleep deprivation, going into his cell sometimes at night, and keeping his wand pointed at Harry, telling him if he nodded off, he would get the Crucio curse. A few times, although he tried hard not to, he would start too, and would be quickly awoken by the curse, screaming in pain. One Aeron made him stay up for three days straight. He hadn't gotten any food or water during that one stint, and Harry had started hallucinating. When Aeron sent Gary in to beat the shit out of him, Harry had thought it Dumbledore himself coming in to beat him. After Gary was finished, Harry had passed out and slept for a whole day straight.
But he figured it was more from the transformation. Aeron wanted a magical weapon, and didn't want it hindered by it needing at least eight or so hours of sleep.
"Thanks Harry," said Hermione when they were finished, patting his arm. Harry flinched from the sudden contact, and Hermione noticed, although she didn't say anything.
It would take some time to get to the island, so they found ways to amuse themselves on the boat, when they weren't cleaning it up. When they had bought the boat, it had come with a house elf, but Hermione had freed it by giving it some clothes, so now it didn't have to live a life of servitude. Harry didn't mind cleaning up things himself. He didn't feel he need a little elf to do things for him, but it still kind of amused him that Hermione was still all for the rights of house elves.
Sometimes they would string a net beside the boat that would make a nice little swimming pool type thing. They would make the boat slow so they could jump in the water and swim around. Hermione wore a one piece suit and Ron had swimming trunks, and let Harry have a pair. Harry always wore a shirt in the water because he didn't like so many of scars being visible, and some of the worst were on his back and chest.
Hermione had and Ipod given to her by her parents last Christmas and a sound speaker dock so they could listen to music. Of course, that meant Harry had to endure a lot of Katie Perry.
"Falling from cloud niiine!" Hermione was singing and dancing around to her favorite called "Wide Awake". Harry looked at Snape and groaned.
"Sheesh, are we almost there yet?" he asked.
"We should be there by tomorrow morning," said Snape.
Hermione got Ron up to dance with.
"Save me," he moaned. "My wife is killing me with Katie Perry music!" Hermione gave him a mock punch.
They arrived at the island the next morning. They had gotten word from Foaly, who had sent a message to them telling them about a mysterious island that seemed to have just popped up out of ocean, from nowhere.
"Bet there's some wizards doing something nasty," said Ron as the boat came to rest on the beach.
At that moment, from somewhere deep in, several things that looked like giant sea serpents came flying out and went head first into the ocean.
"Oh, shiiit," said Ron.
At the Fowl Mansion
Holly sat with Artemis in his study, munching a salad while Artemis ate some caviar on wheat biscuits. Since the whole Opal trying to destroy the world thing had happened, food had been scarce for a while. But now it was being produced well again, and Artemis could have his beloved caviar again.
Holly spent a lot of time with Artemis. Since he had killed himself to get Opal out, and had kissed Holly, they were attracted to each other, but they didn't know about how to do it, with them being from different species. Artemis was twenty four years old now.
They hadn't kissed again since that day. They had talked about it but Holly said she didn't know how they would go about being in a relationship, she also often busy at work and then there was the whole being different species things. Artemis knew she could get in trouble at work for dating a Mud Boy, especially since he had kidnapped her before. So he settled for Holly just visiting him a lot.
"Snape sent me a message from the MechPad," said Holly, referring to something that Foaly had given Snape. The MechPad could have notes stored on it and be used to sent emails, or video messages and it worked anywhere. "They just arrived at the island and he'll send me another email if they find anything."
"It's not normal for an island to just pop up out of nowhere," said Artemis. "It must be the work wizards." He thought for a moment. "I wish I gotten a note from Hogwarts, saying I could go to their school."
Holly choked on her salad, from laughing. "You!" she sputtered, half chewed lettuce dribbling out of her mouth. "Imagine your ten year old self, seeing as how your morals were suffering, learning magic. You would have found some way to like-destroy the world or something."
"Hey!" said Artemis. "I wasn't that evil!"
Holly laughed. "I can just imagine you with magic! It would be disastrous!"
Artemis rolled his eyes
In the middle of the Atlantic Ocean
The sea serpents were big, as big around as two fire trucks, and looked to be several hundred feet long. They came from the middle of the island and dove into the ocean and swam away.
"What the-"
Harry looked at Ron. "Well, they came from somewhere, we might as well go figure out where."
"What if there's more?" asked Ron.
They walked up the beach to the trees and Harry used his claws to slash through vines when they were in the way. They walked for about a half hour when they found what looked like a cave.
"This doesn't look good," said Ron. "Last time we ended up in cave, we were stuck for a week, trying to find a way out."
"Come on," said Snape. "Let's get this over."
They went in, Ron using his wand for light. It was very dark and they walked for about twenty minutes, going down into the cave.
Finally they came to what looked like a cavernous room. There was a little fire lit by one wall. Ron put his wand out.
"There's somebody in the room beyond it," whispered Hermione.
There was some magical paraphernalia lying around. They crept past the stuff and hid behind some rocks at the entrance to the next room.
Harry looked in and what caught his attention first was a huge hideous troll that seemed to be standing guard. There was a woman bent over what looked like dead body parts, of what though, they couldn't tell.
Ron's foot touched a crate and a small glass beaker on it fell over and smashed.
The woman stood up and whirled around. When Harry seen her face, he felt a stab of horror hit him.
It was Amadae, a female who had helped Aeron torture Harry during those three months.
"Troll, attack those intruders!" she shouted.
The troll, twelve feet tall, with long dreadlocks, roared and raised his club and lumbered toward them. Harry and the others ran farther back into the first room, wands ready. Harry let his claws out and the troll came in, looking stupidly at them. Amadae came running into the room behind.
"Wait!" she screeched, looking at Harry. "Ah, I remember you. My little stubborn one. Come to see me?"
"You stay away from me, you disgust whore," said Harry.
Amadae was a whore, and screwed a lot the men in the laboratory. For some reason, she took a liking to Harry about a month in and asked Aeron to let her make him one of her playthings. Aeron didn't care so Gary would haul Harry to her room and she would be dressed in whatever she considered to be sexy lingerie. Harry thought she was disgusting, especially as she looked a little like Bellatrix Lestrange, that and the fact she would screw anything. She would force Harry to sit on the bed. He refused to have sex with her, so she tried at first by rubbing his chest and back and sticking her tits in his face, which only annoyed him more.
Harry remembered some of the times he'd been forced to spend with her. The first night she gave him wine, and he drank it, desperate to taste something different than the stale bread and sometimes stagnant tasting water they gave him. The wine relaxed him and he thought maybe he could just ignore Amadae. But she straddled his lap and told him if he screwed her, she would let him eat whatever he liked in her room, which would be a change from the crap he got.
"You can have cheese, or meat, cooked any way you like, and fresh bread, not the stale leftovers," she told him, sticking her chest in his face.
The idea of fresh food definitely interested Harry, but he wasn't about to screw Amadae for it. She tried kissing his face and neck and rubbing and touching him all, including between his legs, but it wasn't doing anything for him. The only women he'd ever fantasized about in reality were Cho Chang (for a while) and Ginny (although he thought he would never have another chance with her). This whore who looked a bit like Bellatrix would never get him aroused.
Annoyed that she wasn't getting the response she wanted, she reared up and looked at him.
"Are you gay or something?" she asked.
Harry snorted. "Not at all. You just don't interest me."
"Are you impotent?" she asked him.
"No, everything is in working order."
"Then why aren't you getting hard?" she asked him. "I offered you good food, and touched you all over, surely that should have gotten a response."
Harry glared at her. "What do you care anyway? I'm all battered up and bruised and scarred, why the heck would you want to screw me? I'm just something for Aeron to torture."
"Because I think you're handsome," she purred, rubbing his face. Harry turned his head aside trying to get away from her hand. She got close again and tried to kiss him on the lips, and Harry shoved her off of him.
"Get off! You could have mouth herpes for all I know!"
Amadae grabbed the wine corker and slashed the sharp end across the Harry's face, catching him on the lower jaw. She had done it with enough force to make blood gush from the wound.
"What the fuck!? You crazy bitch!" he screamed, grabbing a napkin to stem the flow.
"Get off my bed before you ruin my sheets!" she screeched shoving at him.
Harry stumbled off the bed. Amadae had screeched for Gary to take him out and beat the shit out him, since he'd displeased her. Gary was all too happy to comply. Harry went back to his cell with a black eye, a bruised and cut open jaw, one of his shoulders pulled out his socket (thanks to the way Gary had grabbed him and yanked him out of the room) and countless other bruises all over him.
This was one of the reasons he didn't like being touched. In the three months he'd spent at the lab, every time someone touched him, it always resulted in pain or eventually led to pain.
Now, in the cave, Harry unconsciously fingered the scar from Amadae on his jaw and glared at her.
"Oooh, you handsome little thing," Amadae purred. "Come over here to me and the troll won't hurt you."
"Go fuck yourself," said Harry.
Amadae snarled. "Attack!" She ran back into the second room.
The troll trudged forward and began to swing its club. Ron, Hermione and Snape shot spells at which only stunned it a bit. Harry let his wings out, which ripped the back of his shirt. He flew up and landed on the trolls head and gouged its eyes out.
"Out of the way!" he shouted to the others who scattered as the troll swung his club blindly and trashed, almost knocking Harry off. He clung on and rammed his claws into the troll's skull, stabbing its brain. He did it again and the troll roared and fell over, dead.
They ran into the second room where Amadae was just finishing a spell over all the dead bits. They came together, the bits forming into grayish, blobby bird bodies. They looked sort of like eagles, except they were six feet tall.
"Attack and take Harry Potter alive!" shouted Amadae.
The creatures cawed and took flight in the room and swooped toward the group.
Ron and Snape were bowled over by a couple and they shot spells at them, killing them. Amadae got on one and rode it out of a hole in the ceiling. Harry slashed ones neck open and it dropped.
Another two picked Snape and Ron up and swooped them out of the room through the hole in up top. The others (four) proceeded to attack Harry and Hermione.
"Get on my back and hold on!" shouted Harry, slashing at another. Hermione complied quickly and Harry flew them out the room into the open air above the island. Hermione shot a spell at one of the creatures, and it fell through the air and crashed into the rocks below, killing. Another one lunged for Harry's face and he slashed at, cutting its neck open. Its talons however, managed to cut his cheek open, and sparks arose to heal it.
The one left went for Harry wings and slashed at them, renting it open. Harry lost control and fell through the air.
"Heal, shit, heal!" he said. Sparks came out and began to work on it. Before it was healed fully, Harry flapped them, trying to regain control. Hermione lost her grip and fell. Harry turned around and caught her in the air and, holding tight to her, stabbed the last creature in the heart.
The two creatures carrying Ron and Snape were circling high up. Harry sent Hermione down on a pillar of rock that rose up and swooped up to get Ron. Hermione killed the creature carrying Snape and used the levitation spell to bring him down slowly. Harry slashed the creature's neck that was carrying Ron and caught him and brought him down to the forest floor where Snape was. He went up and retrieved Hermione.
Safely back in the woods Hermione let out a sigh of relief.
"I really don't like flying all that much," said Hermione shakily. "It's scary."
"Probably more since we were spinning and swooping, about to be killed by eagle creatures," said Snape. He used the MechPad to take pictures of one that had fallen on the forest floor and went back into the cave to take pictures of everything in there. There was no sign of Amadae, who must have fled on the remaining creature.
They all went back to the boat while Snape composed an email on the MechPad and sent it out to everyone in the Order, showing and telling them what they had found.
They got back on the boat. Harry got another shirt to put on and had an idea. He took scissors and cut slits in the back, where his wings would come out, that way if he had to do that again, the wings would come out the slits, and not tear the shirt up.
He came out, rather proud of his handiwork, although he thought he probably looked shoddy, like he'd dug the shirt out of a dumpster or something.
"What'd you do your shirt?" asked Snape. Harry explained. "Not a bad idea."
"The scars look awful," said Ron. "Is that where your wings come out."
"Yes, and thank you for the compliment," said Harry sarcastically.
"Can I touch it?"
"No."
When they went to bed that night, Harry had another dream, of a different time Amadae tried to get Harry to screw her.
Gary dragged him into the room and left, slamming the door behind him. Amadae was waiting on a chair by her vanity. She turned around, and was wearing some sort of see through black negligee, so he got a view of her ass when she stood up. Harry thought it would be sexy on Ginny. On Amadae, it looked trashy.
"Come smoke with me," she purred pulling a baggy with some kind of herb stuff in it.
"No thanks," said Harry. The cut on his jaw had just healed, leaving a scar. He touched it, remembering his last trip here.
"Come on," said Amadae. She rolled two blunts and passed one to Harry who held it. She lit hers and Harry figured, what the heck. He allowed her to light his and she made him sit in an arm chair while she plunked herself on his lap, which annoyed Harry greatly. She wiggled her bottom around puffed her blunt.
"Can you not do that?" he asked her. Whore, he thought in his head.
"Oh, don't be such a spoilsport. It's pot, ever had pot before?" she asked him.
"No," said Harry, taking a drag. He coughed a bit and Amadae laughed at him.
"It gets better. This is some strong shit right here."
Harry coughed through a couple more puffs and finally managed to smoke it without hacking up a lung. Within minutes, he was quite high.
Amadae poured them both a glass of wine and gave him one. Harry wondered if it was poisoned and decided he didn't care. Lately he had a feeling he wasn't going to get out of this prison alive.
He smoked and drank while Amadae chattered on about some nonsense hair curling spell she was going try.
He hadn't eaten in three days, because Aeron decided to starve him for a bit. The wine was making him feel light headed and sick, so he set the glass down.
"Ooh, you're so handsome," purred Amadae, running a hand along his lower jaw, opposite the side that had the scar. She ran a hand through his hair and kissed along his face to his ear.
Harry jerked his head away.
"You don't know the things I want do to you," she whispered in his ear. She set her blunt down in and ashtray and straddled his lap. She pulled off the negligee to reveal her naked body. She took Harry's hand and put it to her breast.
"Like what you see?" she purred. She did have a nice body, but she wasn't going to get anywhere with Harry.
"Yeah, real nice used goods," said Harry, yanking his hand away.
Amadae slapped him. Harry wasn't for hitting women, but he really wanted to smack Amadae back in the face.
She grabbed his crotch and squeezed hard. "Ow! That hurts!" snarled Harry, pushing her off him. "Stop trying to fuck me, I'm not into you."
"Oh, yeah? Why?" spat Amadae.
Harry stubbed his blunt out in the ash tray. "First off, you're a whore. Second, I'm only interested in one girl, somewhere else. Third, you look too much like someone I used to know and hated with a passion."
"Get up!" she snapped.
Harry glared at her. "Can I just go back to my cell?"
"Get up!"
He got up. Amadae glared at him and grabbed her wand. "Crucio!"
Harry fell on the floor, banging his head on the table hard. He didn't even notice that because he was screaming in pain from the curse. Amadae let it up after about a minute.
He lay gasping, his body aching and his head throbbing.
"Get up!" she snapped.
Harry struggled to his feet. He had hit his head really hard on the table. The right side hurt really bad and felt wet, like it was bleeding.
"I get what I want," said Amadae.
"Is that what this is about?" said Harry. "You're mad because nobody ever rejected you before!"
"Crucio!"
Harry awoke screaming.
Snape moaned and huffed in his bed and turned over, not happy at being woken up.
Shaky, he got up. The dreams seemed so real. He dreaded going to sleep at night.
He went into the little hall. Hermione came out of the room she shared with Ron.
"Are you okay?" she whispered. "I heard a yell."
"Just-just a bad dream."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"No."
"Okay," said Hermione. "Well, good night."
"Good night. And, thanks Hermione."
"No problem."
Harry went onto the deck and sat down in a chair, looking at the dark sky and ocean, and thinking. He knew Hermione wanted to help him, but he didn't want to talk about things yet.
Okay, so I hope everyone likes it. Please review! Chapter five should be up sometime today as well :)