Alright, decided to post it today (Was supposed to a couple of days ago, but something came up).
Severus picked up his head and focused on Harry for the next story. He was curious what had made the boy to become dark…or darker.
Harry accio'ed the magic pad, wrote another request for the spaghetti, and waited for a minute. Severus picked up the plate and helped himself to eat – not knowing what the young hero could attempt to do if he does not eat. The replaced spaghetti was brought and Harry helped himself a bit.
"I wanted to work on the tracking spell I invented after I got over killing her." Harry hummed in a menacing manner, "Voldy was constantly on my mind and I knew I needed to pinpoint him first. This way, I could save him for last for everyone during my experimenting spell inventions." Harry shook his head about how doleful the situation was back then, "I found him returning back to his father's home…"
Severus waited carefully to see if it is truly the end of Voldemort. If it had been done immediately and make logical connection why he was not reached immediately over those years. Harry's satanic past brought several questions over those years.
"I found him there and had to use my spell to test on him, but none was working." The immoral smile appeared on his face, "So, I kidnapped a couple of his deatheaters. I'm sure you remember Greyback?" Severus jerked his attention, "He was one of my hostages," He chuckled maniacally, "He was more than willing to help because he wanted his clan to be safe from Voldy. However, Mulciber was much difficult and long time to gain his trust."
The house of Slytherin had no clue that Harry was much capable of handling dangerous deed, especially a sinister act to follow through, and not be able to feel guilty of such crime. Harry grew proud of his action and succeeding his chances.
"The first week, Greyback was skeptical about my idea, but I told him I was not the type to fail their promises. I wanted to work on tracking spell first, but Mulciber did not make me trust him so easily. I ended up making another spell where the doors and windows would not open or allow him to leave until on my term. Once that was set up, I had to restrict some rooms like my bedroom. If you call a room like that only contains a desk and a chair, and nothing else." He shrugged, "Mulciber rudely disrupt me up in the middle of night of my studying to attempt of murdering me." Severus nodded along, becoming too weary for the boy now, "I allowed him in and held my wand. He was aware that I was never asleep…or was sleeping at all that night. I trapped him in the corner…" The story continued as he told Severus, while his mind daydreamed the past:
The dark blond and rough beard gasped to find himself trap in the corner with the pro-shield. The emerald eyes narrowed at him, tapping the tip of the wand on his corner lips, and walked up to him dreadfully.
"I do not appreciate the studying interruptions. Your raging voice that has stated you was going to bloody murder me?" He scoffed, "How are you going to do that? Choke me when I have a wand at my hand? Magic in our very core?" He hummed dramatically curious, but not pleased.
The dark blue eyes finally looked up at the boy-who-lived, shocked to find such behavior at this very exposure, and somehow…he nearly regretted the timing.
"You do not see it, do you?" Harry spitted, "Voldemort is only using you, Mulciber. I need you to help me here so we help others. A beneficial to live without him telling you to die for his sake's." He frowned.
Mulciber stared directly at Harry with such puzzling expression. These words had left him to sink in, yet, he had no clue how else to portray this since he was trap here. He tried several ways to escape, but all else has failed.
"But the Dark Lord will not stop until you are dead." The death eater commented.
The merciful laughed slipped the-boy-who-live's mouth, "Such little faith. He will be stop, oh, he will be. So I can free one person and have this person in my hand forever." Harry swayed back to his chair and sat down.
Mulciber narrowed his blue eyes at the 'enemy' of Dark Lord. However, he suspected something of this person…
"How do you know he has not killed your special person? You sound like some fooled been trapped for soul twin mate." He muttered, petrified enough to speak up at all about this.
Harry jerked his head, causing his hostage jolt in his trap, "What of Soul twin mate thing?" He narrowed his eyes.
Mulciber gulped and shook his head several times, not daring to cross this line, and remained quiet. Harry was not going to allow him any of that and picked up his wand for a reminder of his guest here.
"Start talking or I will do some experiment on you, against your hold." He glared harshly.
Harry saw that Severus was more curious about this, but he stopped to the point where he told Mulciber about little faith. There has his own reasons, but he did not want to lose what he had earned so far.
"…but it took him three weeks to be willing. He saw that I would not starve either of them, even made sure to put Greyback in the basement for his moon phase. Although, Mulciber hasn't exactly went through it completely and questioned me so much until I had the point of glaring at him." Harry huffed, "He admits that I was a bit scarier than his Dark Lord."
The Slytherin had no idea Harry went through a long time to build up his spells and experimentation. Yet, he had a feeling there was something missing and could not pinpoint the missing plot of this. However, he trusted that Harry would tell him eventually one way or another.
"You still seem to have that effect, Potter…almost like your father, but worse." Severus scowled at him.
Harry hummed, "I only do it that will not hurt you, Snape. My father hurt you in ways he did not know his damage has done."
Severus was prepared to snap back, despite of the fact this Potter held a good point. He remained quiet and thought this out thoroughly before causing impair-able scene where the man-who-lived may not ever tell him the rest of the story or do something he may not expect at risk.
The savior stood up, vanished his plates and messes – leaving Severus' plate alone, and found himself heading over to the table to prepare the assignments.
"Right now, I have some things to do and if you need a place to get away from everyone to leave you alone, you are more than welcome to come." Harry smiled, hoping it was showing kindness and hope.
Severus raised his eyebrow, "I will wish to know more, especially during the experimenting spells of yours, Potter. Will Saturday do you well?"
Harry knew this weekend was not going to be worked out, so he had to settle a no right now.
"I am afraid I have something scheduled for the weekend. However, my place will open to you and only you." He ensured the man completely, showing that there was absolutely nothing to hide – aside from a few pages of one of the books.
Severus was taken by surprised when the weekend was not happening as he had expected. He needed to know, especially during the story he hasn't reached to the middle of or close towards the end.
"Then, we will have to figure out another time, perhaps." The Slytherin suggested.
Harry agreed, "Of course." He smiled, "Sleep well tonight, Snape. I hope you're…less bitter tomorrow. I'd hate to see you in those circumstances." He walked over to his book and paperwork.
Severus noted that he was free to leave now and took this into his consideration. He was luckier than the other death eaters were, but how lucky…he was not certain.
A knut for thoughts?