Post by LassyD on Oct 10, 2005 22:39:17 GMT -5
This story has been written as a response to those "Oh My Gawd Sirius is Dead" stories, with a touch of Harry goes Sociopatic, I'd like help because I've got Harry's actions in mind, but the reaction and detective story from the murder's viewpoint elude my abilities.
Summery: They told him Sirius was in a better place. They told him that he had to kill Voldemort. They never told him killing was wrong. A seventh year story. Not HBP compliant.
“He’s in a better place now.” The phrase from Hermione echoed in his head as he stared at the perfectly normal street that rested outside of his window. They always say that when someone’s died. A better place they say. Well if it is better, why do they spend their time avoiding it? Why punish the ones that help others reach that “better place”?
He turned his attention back to the murder mystery novel he rented from the library. Ever since Moody threatened his family they had let him do as he wished. He did have chores, but they weren’t overwhelming as they had been before his fifth year. It was nice having free time. He often used it to go to the library. People had started comparing him to Hermione last year. The girl was pleased that he’d taken much more interest in school and had preformed much better in his classes. Although it had helped that Umbridge hadn’t been there. The DA had even continued and everyone in the club had improved a great deal.
His attention wasn’t held for long. For some reason it kept wandering and he’d find himself staring out the window or at the old battered copy of Gray’s Anatomy that he had bought at a second hand book shop. The people there were really nice and hadn’t objected to him spending countless hours there, last summer and this, just perusing the books. He was sure that he’d read all they had in their mystery and medicine sections. Many of the concepts in the latter confused him, but he found it utterly fascinating. So much so that he was considering buying the Physician’s Desk Reference. It amazed him that there were so many things that could go wrong with the human body.
He glanced around the bedroom he stayed at. He couldn’t think of it as his. It still held all the old broken toys of Dudley. There was the cracked television in the corner. Harry wondered why Aunt Petunia kept it, it was obviously broken and had its replacement. Never-the-less it was brought in here. Probably to take up room and make Harry uncomfortable. His gaze passed a bubbling caldron. He knew it was illegal to do magic until he was seventeen, but potion brewing didn’t seem to alert the ministry and so he took full advantage of it. It currently held the Polyjuice Potion, two weeks from completion. Harry smirked when he remembered planing it out so it would be done for his seventeenth birthday. Beside the cauldron rested a couple of locks of blond hair. Draco Malfoy had never noticed that he clipped them. Under the hair was a shinny card that brightly proclaimed a party. It would be held the night before his birthday.
His thoughts turned back to the fact that Dumbledore had ordered Harry to stay cooped up at the Durselys’ until his birthday. The order would be by to take him to 12 Grimwald place just after noon. He smiled when he realized that would give him just enough time to work his plan.
A small timer sounded. Harry smiled and swiped the bubbling cauldron off the fire and poured the thick liquid into a canteen. He quickly dropped the blond hairs in, closed the canteen and shook it before attaching it onto the waist belt of his pants. The floorboard was lifted and Harry disappeared beneath an airy material. His broom appeared from behind the bed only to disappear swiftly.
The door opened and shut quietly and Harry hoped that his watchers weren’t as strenuous in their observations of him today. Regardless of the invisibility cloak, Harry snuck between the bushes and the fence. He carefully made his way down Privet Drive and into the industrial area of Little Winging. He smirked as he realized that the “party” he headed for was at Grunnings.
Loud music filled the night and Harry stashed his broom behind some trash cans. He checked his watch. 11:37 good. . . Nearly midnight and he would be able to cast spells. He silently made his way past the older teens waiting in line and slipped past the bouncer waiting at the door.
The crowd was dense. Harry couldn’t move without hittings anyone. The beauty was that the people didn’t notice the invisible teen amongst them. Harry quickly made his way to a dark corner and removed his cloak. Soon the cloak was in his pocket and flask at his lips. Harry paused for a moment. How much of the potion should he drink?
Harry settled on a swig. That should last about an hour. He sat down to let the potion take effect. His black mussy hair lightened to a palatinum blond while he grew a couple of inches. He could feel his cheeks redefining themselves. Harry looked at his watch again 12:01. A grin spread across his face as he pulled out his wand and transfigured his clothes to some of the most uncomfortable clothing he’d ever worn in his life.
His loose fitting robes tightened until they melded into a second skin. Strips taking a black leather-like appearance. The leather created a sort of harness that wrapped around his neck, arms, waist and thighs all the individual pieces connected by fine silver chains. Beneath the chains rested a light grey fish-net shirt and steel blue fish-net trousers. Carefully designed not to reveal the naughtie bits mind. His now gold hair gelled back as the custom of who’s body he now had. A wave of the wand and he held a small pile of pound notes. He gave them a quick glance to make sure that they had different serial numbers.
A moment later a smirking Draco Malfoy walked amongst the crowd.
~+~+~
“How much for the lot?”
The older man stared at the blond and raised an eyebrow.
“What you wanting all that for?”
Harry smiled sweetly at the man.
“Well I’ve taken a liking to your” he purred the next word. “Product.”
“Go on.”
“I go to boarding school and.” Here Harry turned his face down so he could look at the man suggestively through his lashes. “Wouldn’t want to be. . . “
The man nodded and smiled.
“I can give it to you for. . . .” he paused looking at “Draco”’s aristocratic face. “300 pounds.”
Harry nodded and handed over the pile he had made earlier.
“Keep the change hot stuff.” The man smiled broadly.
“Thanks. What’s your name? I’ve got to know such a good customer.” Harry smirked knowing that the conjured cash would disappear soon enough.
“Draco Malfoy.” With that he took the bottle the other man held and disappeared back into the crowd. He checked his watch. Nearly 1 am. Perfect. He quickly made it to his broom and with a whispered “Finite Incantum” his normal clothes returned. He put the invisibility cloak back on and he returned to Privet Drive.
~+~+~
Harry was soon whisked away to 12 Grimwald place. This year the Twins were coming and going when the order met. Harry tried to listen with Ron and Hermione, but wasn’t as interested lately. He had work to do. He kept the room where Sirius had kept Buckbeak to himself. He would often retreat there to practice spells or make his own. One good thing he found about being the new master of this house was the fact that Kreacher was forced to follow his instructions.
“Kreacher stand in the circle.” Harry commanded and watched the pathetic creature attempt to resist the magical compulsion, grumbling about blood traitors the entire time.
It was the best he could hope for so Harry tuned the noises out while he executed the transport spell. It was a little like making a port-key but didn’t take anyone along with it. Rather it just transported an item. Harry waited a moment to see if his spell worked properly.
Kreacher soon stopped grumbling. It looked at Harry near full in the face and smiled. Harry was very disturbed. Soon Kreacher was giggling.
“Kreacher loves master.” Harry nearly threw up.
Suddenly the house elf squealed and folded over in half, clutching it’s abdomen and fell to the floor. Harry could see it shivering.
“Very good Kreacher, that is all I need you for.” Harry smiled and left the house elf writhing on the floor. School was going to be great.
End Prologue.
Summery: They told him Sirius was in a better place. They told him that he had to kill Voldemort. They never told him killing was wrong. A seventh year story. Not HBP compliant.
“He’s in a better place now.” The phrase from Hermione echoed in his head as he stared at the perfectly normal street that rested outside of his window. They always say that when someone’s died. A better place they say. Well if it is better, why do they spend their time avoiding it? Why punish the ones that help others reach that “better place”?
He turned his attention back to the murder mystery novel he rented from the library. Ever since Moody threatened his family they had let him do as he wished. He did have chores, but they weren’t overwhelming as they had been before his fifth year. It was nice having free time. He often used it to go to the library. People had started comparing him to Hermione last year. The girl was pleased that he’d taken much more interest in school and had preformed much better in his classes. Although it had helped that Umbridge hadn’t been there. The DA had even continued and everyone in the club had improved a great deal.
His attention wasn’t held for long. For some reason it kept wandering and he’d find himself staring out the window or at the old battered copy of Gray’s Anatomy that he had bought at a second hand book shop. The people there were really nice and hadn’t objected to him spending countless hours there, last summer and this, just perusing the books. He was sure that he’d read all they had in their mystery and medicine sections. Many of the concepts in the latter confused him, but he found it utterly fascinating. So much so that he was considering buying the Physician’s Desk Reference. It amazed him that there were so many things that could go wrong with the human body.
He glanced around the bedroom he stayed at. He couldn’t think of it as his. It still held all the old broken toys of Dudley. There was the cracked television in the corner. Harry wondered why Aunt Petunia kept it, it was obviously broken and had its replacement. Never-the-less it was brought in here. Probably to take up room and make Harry uncomfortable. His gaze passed a bubbling caldron. He knew it was illegal to do magic until he was seventeen, but potion brewing didn’t seem to alert the ministry and so he took full advantage of it. It currently held the Polyjuice Potion, two weeks from completion. Harry smirked when he remembered planing it out so it would be done for his seventeenth birthday. Beside the cauldron rested a couple of locks of blond hair. Draco Malfoy had never noticed that he clipped them. Under the hair was a shinny card that brightly proclaimed a party. It would be held the night before his birthday.
His thoughts turned back to the fact that Dumbledore had ordered Harry to stay cooped up at the Durselys’ until his birthday. The order would be by to take him to 12 Grimwald place just after noon. He smiled when he realized that would give him just enough time to work his plan.
A small timer sounded. Harry smiled and swiped the bubbling cauldron off the fire and poured the thick liquid into a canteen. He quickly dropped the blond hairs in, closed the canteen and shook it before attaching it onto the waist belt of his pants. The floorboard was lifted and Harry disappeared beneath an airy material. His broom appeared from behind the bed only to disappear swiftly.
The door opened and shut quietly and Harry hoped that his watchers weren’t as strenuous in their observations of him today. Regardless of the invisibility cloak, Harry snuck between the bushes and the fence. He carefully made his way down Privet Drive and into the industrial area of Little Winging. He smirked as he realized that the “party” he headed for was at Grunnings.
Loud music filled the night and Harry stashed his broom behind some trash cans. He checked his watch. 11:37 good. . . Nearly midnight and he would be able to cast spells. He silently made his way past the older teens waiting in line and slipped past the bouncer waiting at the door.
The crowd was dense. Harry couldn’t move without hittings anyone. The beauty was that the people didn’t notice the invisible teen amongst them. Harry quickly made his way to a dark corner and removed his cloak. Soon the cloak was in his pocket and flask at his lips. Harry paused for a moment. How much of the potion should he drink?
Harry settled on a swig. That should last about an hour. He sat down to let the potion take effect. His black mussy hair lightened to a palatinum blond while he grew a couple of inches. He could feel his cheeks redefining themselves. Harry looked at his watch again 12:01. A grin spread across his face as he pulled out his wand and transfigured his clothes to some of the most uncomfortable clothing he’d ever worn in his life.
His loose fitting robes tightened until they melded into a second skin. Strips taking a black leather-like appearance. The leather created a sort of harness that wrapped around his neck, arms, waist and thighs all the individual pieces connected by fine silver chains. Beneath the chains rested a light grey fish-net shirt and steel blue fish-net trousers. Carefully designed not to reveal the naughtie bits mind. His now gold hair gelled back as the custom of who’s body he now had. A wave of the wand and he held a small pile of pound notes. He gave them a quick glance to make sure that they had different serial numbers.
A moment later a smirking Draco Malfoy walked amongst the crowd.
~+~+~
“How much for the lot?”
The older man stared at the blond and raised an eyebrow.
“What you wanting all that for?”
Harry smiled sweetly at the man.
“Well I’ve taken a liking to your” he purred the next word. “Product.”
“Go on.”
“I go to boarding school and.” Here Harry turned his face down so he could look at the man suggestively through his lashes. “Wouldn’t want to be. . . “
The man nodded and smiled.
“I can give it to you for. . . .” he paused looking at “Draco”’s aristocratic face. “300 pounds.”
Harry nodded and handed over the pile he had made earlier.
“Keep the change hot stuff.” The man smiled broadly.
“Thanks. What’s your name? I’ve got to know such a good customer.” Harry smirked knowing that the conjured cash would disappear soon enough.
“Draco Malfoy.” With that he took the bottle the other man held and disappeared back into the crowd. He checked his watch. Nearly 1 am. Perfect. He quickly made it to his broom and with a whispered “Finite Incantum” his normal clothes returned. He put the invisibility cloak back on and he returned to Privet Drive.
~+~+~
Harry was soon whisked away to 12 Grimwald place. This year the Twins were coming and going when the order met. Harry tried to listen with Ron and Hermione, but wasn’t as interested lately. He had work to do. He kept the room where Sirius had kept Buckbeak to himself. He would often retreat there to practice spells or make his own. One good thing he found about being the new master of this house was the fact that Kreacher was forced to follow his instructions.
“Kreacher stand in the circle.” Harry commanded and watched the pathetic creature attempt to resist the magical compulsion, grumbling about blood traitors the entire time.
It was the best he could hope for so Harry tuned the noises out while he executed the transport spell. It was a little like making a port-key but didn’t take anyone along with it. Rather it just transported an item. Harry waited a moment to see if his spell worked properly.
Kreacher soon stopped grumbling. It looked at Harry near full in the face and smiled. Harry was very disturbed. Soon Kreacher was giggling.
“Kreacher loves master.” Harry nearly threw up.
Suddenly the house elf squealed and folded over in half, clutching it’s abdomen and fell to the floor. Harry could see it shivering.
“Very good Kreacher, that is all I need you for.” Harry smiled and left the house elf writhing on the floor. School was going to be great.
End Prologue.