Right o then, another chapter because I feel like posting it- I didn't really want to make you all wait since I've completed the story already and I've had some good reviews. I think I'll stick to only posting when I've completed a story from now on since I have several that I'm working on that are really long sometimes it takes me a while to work my way through all of them. Currently I'm working some more on my story Dolly, I don't know how long I'll be working on it, usually until I hit a road block or get tired of a particular plot but who knows I might just go through a phase like I did with this one and get it all down in a couple of weeks, it all depends really. At any rate I hope you enjoy this chapter!

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Mistress Slytherin

WARNINGS:

VIOLENCE

LANGUAGE

HOMOSEXUAL RELATIONSHIP

QUESTIONABLE MORALS

Let me know if I missed anything.

Chapter 4

(Quick a/n: if you don't know much about what happened during this era here is a brief overview, this is shortly after the great depression and Hitlar, the Blitz's you name it this part of the story takes place directly after the war, in other words think world wide trauma. Orphans coming out of the woodwork traumatized, no work anywhere, no food, injured soldiers returned broken and bitter men most of them missing an arm or a leg most of them insane. This was not a happy time to be in, but Harry fits in since he's come directly from a war. At least in this time there is no war to fight, he can pick up the pieces just like everyone else.)

-Boys and Their Toys-

Harry,

If you are reading this than it worked. You probably hate me now but I don't regret it, not for a moment. So go on, hate me, but while you're hating me…live. You never really had the chance to live you know, with the Dursleys and then the war there was never room for a childhood like Ron and I had. I know you're tired, I know that it will take time for you to adjust, but please, if only because it is my last request, live. Find peace with yourself and with the world, I don't expect you to forget what we lived through, but for you, it's over and if it means I'm a selfish bitch than so be it but I want you to live. I want you to learn the peace and joy that you never had with us. There is no coming back your life is permanently shifted to another timeline, you won't turn to dust or anything if you meet your other self I made sure so don't worry about that. I love you Harry. I really truly love you and Ron did too, so get up Harry, get up and start living.

Hermione

Harry stared at the letter. The sun was about to go down but he didn't care, he was the most dangerous thing here. He let his hand fall crumpling the letter as he stared forward his eyes glittering in fury and sorrow. "God DAMNIT!" He roared suddenly. It left him panting for a few moments but at least his magic wasn't about to go haywire. He took a deep breath before folding the letter and turning to the pack. He snorted. Extendible charms, Hermione had even labeled the sections, clothes, food, books. There was a separate pouch and as he looked into it his lips became a thin grim line. He'd suspected one of his men was drawing from the accounts for the last year, thousands of Gallons in donations had gone missing but he'd left Hermione to find the culprit not wanting to start a stir amongst ranks. Turns out it was her all along. He sighed and rubbed his hair frustrated. Well there was no use crying about it now. He wiped his face idly and pulled out the map that was folded inside the 'books' section. He snorted when he opened it and a small arrow began blinking at him with the words: YOU ARE HERE written below it in Hermione's tidy scrawl. Right then, he was close to Diagon Ally…but if he wanted to go somewhere where no one would ask questions…He stared at Knockturne Ally for several long moments. Knockturne had been turned into a bazaar of sorts, an underground for wizards once the war had started. The place would be different now, though he didn't quite know what to expect.

Sighing he folded up the map and began walking in the direction of Knockturne pulling his hood up as he walked. When in Rome- carry your gun close. He smirked slightly and adjusted the bag, it wasn't heavy in the least but it had been a long time since he'd carried a backpack, he was used to duffel bags with guns, heavy bulky guns. Which reminded him, he needed to find a place that sold some in this time once he settled in, he couldn't be carrying his- he halted and wondered how the hell Hermione had managed to switch his gun for a block of lead. He inhaled deeply as he felt the square of the lead and pulled it out trying not to lose his temper.

His gun.

She had taken his bloody gun.

Damn. He trusted her too much. He shook his head, she was the cleverest witch of their era did it really surprise him that she had pulled one over on him? He shook his head and kept walking. Still…she took his gun. You just didn't take a bloke's gun. He sighed heavily and continued walking. The night was calm, cool and his instincts were calm despite the lack of a gun. He supposed he didn't really need his gun; he'd fought enough wizards and other nasties with just wandless magic, he'd had too, there was no getting out of it if he wanted to survive. He'd been taught by the best and most brutal teacher of all- reality.

He still wanted his guns.

He liked them despite their morbid purpose. He brushed some branches out of his way and was glad to find the back of an Ally. It was still in the muggle world but it wouldn't be far now and at least he was in a populated area. As he continued he noted how empty the streets were until he halted in his tracks eyes riveted on the poster hanging on the wall beside him. He moved to the rubbish bin and inhaled sharply- there was no trash. He moved carefully now through the city, not a single person was out and about and it was only just after dark. He hurried his pace until he met the street he wanted and darted around the corner halting when he caught sight of the bum laying in the way staring at him with shrewd squinting eyes. Harry noted the stacks of news papers surrounding the man and the missing leg.

"Is that today's paper?" He asked softly. The man looked him up and down before nodding and holding out his hand. Harry reached into his pocket and passed on the money as he was handed one. He noted the pictures moving and glanced at the man before casually pulling his wand out and tapping it against the wall beside the man.

"G'luck." The bum said with a short nod. Harry nodded shortly in return before stepping through the entrance to Knockturne Ally. The place was positively teeming now that the sun had gone down. Harry was quick to cast all the necessary protection charms on himself before opening the paper and reading the date. Merlin, Hermione had sent him to 1947…England was just recovering from the war with Germany. He nearly groaned. She would send him to a timeline where his paranoia wouldn't even be blinked at.

Gritting his teeth he made his way through the streets allowing his magic to cloak him in a warning blanket of power that pushed people away. It would draw some people of course but he wasn't interested in them and he hoped they wouldn't bother him. A pub that looked just as dangerous as the rest of Knockturne sat on the far left where he knew it would and he tugged his hood more tightly around him before stepping inside. He ignored the looks that he drew as he stepped inside and moved to the bar keep.

"A room." He demanded lowly settling down a few knuts. Fortunately he'd already hit puberty, his voice was low and gravelly used to being dry and caked with gunpowder and ashes. The keep stared hard at the money before nodding and reaching to his belt pulling a key off and handing it to him. Harry didn't blink twice at the filthy key.

"Room 2, not many people stay these days." The man said quietly. Harry smirked.

"Not many people are as dangerous as I am." He offered letting his magic flare briefly before he nodded shortly and made his way up the rickety stairs. The place looked as though it was about to collapse, but then it always had even in his time and it had lasted that long so he doubted it would give in now. He turned to his room where a number 2 was carved into the door and unlocked the door slipping in easily. He warded the door heavily and began casting security spells all throughout the room as had become second nature to him until he was sure he would be well warned if something serious was coming. He snorted as he opened his bags and began pulling out the books Hermione had sent him with. Culture, music, the war, you name it everything he needed to know about this era, the pages were even marked in some places her tidy scrawl leaving him notes to go by. He fell into the rickety chair and stared at the books as the shock of it all finally set in.

Bloody hell.

He rubbed his eyes tiredly before settling in for a long night of reading.

1947 huh?