The Silent Killer
Chapter Seven - Paper or Plastic (no, I have no idea what this has to do with the chapter...)
Harry woke with a start the next morning and looked around him, wondering what had woken him. He noticed that Draco was still fast asleep next to him, Flees stretched out an snuggled up to Draco’s side with Draco’s arm flung over him. Harry snickered when he realised that Draco probably thought he was hugging him, not a humanoid cat.
Slowly getting out of bed and racking his brains for a reason as to why he was woken up, he quietly got dressed and then left the room, not noticing the green eyes of Flees watching him as he left and then detangling himself from Draco and following. He looked out of a window that he passed and guessed that it must only be about six in the morning as the sun was only just rising and then made his way to the portraits.
“Okay so what woke me up?” He demanded as he walked into the room.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about little Fireling.” Salazar said, pretending to have just woken up. Phineas snorted, hen looked startled when Harry’s glare was turned to him.
“Well?”
“Well what?”
“Don’t mess with me. What woke me up and no one else.”
“It woke us up too, and Flee as well by the look of things.” Phineas said, nodding behind him to where Flees was standing in cat form.
“Flees! Do you know what woke us up?”
“Yup.” Flees said proudly, shifting into human form and walking to stand next to Harry.
“What?”
“Let’s just say, the Silent Killers are needed in Diagon Alley. I suggest we fire to Ollivanders and head out form there. Word of warning though, stay clear of the Order.” Flees added ominously, before disappearing in a column of flames and leaving Harry behind, grumbling about miserable cats and fire travel, before he too disappeared in a cloud of smoke.
“Well hopefully they will get back in one piece.” Salazar commented, getting a snort of amusement from Phineas.
“Won’t matter in any case once Draco finds them.”
“You have a point there.”
“I always do.”
IIIIIIIIIIIIII
Harry appeared in Ollivander’s wand shop next to Flees, and looked outside into the massacre that was Diagon Alley.
“They’ve been there now for just under an hour. None have dared come in here however, which leads me to believe that the Order has a spy, or Severus was told to tell Him.” Ollivander announced suddenly, making both Flees and Harry jump.
“Severus was told to tell him. No one else in the Order has the gumption to spy against Dumbledore. They all adore him far too much.” Harry said, once he had gotten his heart to start working again. “Well I suppose we should go out there then. Flee’s you know how to use all my abilities right?”
“Better than you.” Flee’s said, preening himself and making Harry roll his eyes.
“Of course you over grown kitty.”
“Anthrofeline thank you very much. So shall we go get some Death Eaters butt?”
“Who speaks like that anymore? And yes I suppose so. Shall we go?”
“Yep! You coming Olli ma boy?” Flees asked, turning to the old wand maker
“I think I shall pass this time, not quite what I used to be I’m afraid.”
“Nonsense. You’re still more powerful than Dumbledore, though I don’t know why you hide it.”
“I don’t want to turn into a doddering old fool.”
“Too late for that one. Well if you’re not going to join us. More fool you, jus means more Death Eaters for us. Come on Smokey, let’s go.”
“Thank god you didn’t use any more clichéd Americanisms.”
“Oh shut up.”
“You.”
“No you.”
“You.” The bickering faded as they both walked out of the shop, and Ollivander rolled his eyes as he watched them from the shadows the shelves cast.
“The world is doomed with those two in charge.” He muttered, before turning and getting a front row seat to the action.
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“Okay! The Silent Killer’s are here! Woo! No more waiting to sneak into your bedrooms at night! We can get more than one Death Eater in a day now! Thank you very much!” Flees yelled, effectively getting the attention of everyone fighting in the street.
“I agree, we have officially been invited to a Death Eater Smorgasbord by that Jolly Olly fella, Tom!”
“Let’s hear it for Tom Riddle! Where are you Tom? Come on, stand up now, don’t be shy.”
“Er.. why are we taunting him and getting him to come to us?” Harry hissed to Flees, who in turn shrugged and watched as the silence became less oppressive and more ominous and the Death Eater’s began to part.
“He’s like moses. Just sweeps through them like butter.”
“I agree, bit pompous though, ain’t he.”
“He is that indeed, old Smokey my chum. Well he’s getting nearer.”
“Yup, what should we do?”
“Dunno, what would Grissom do?”
“He would wait until the massacre was over then analyse it, to see who the real murderer was. Greg on the other hand...”
“Greg would get in a big car and ru him over.”
“Yeah but he got beaten up for it though, didn’t he?”
“He did indeed, nearly cried.”
“Oh, old Snake face is looking at us in a peculiar manner. Oi ya perv! Whatcha lookin’ at?”
“Yeah he’s already got a mate don’tcha know!” Flees added, stepping a bit closer to Harry.
“I think he wants to kill us.”
“What more than that Potter Kid?”
“At the moment-“
“Yessss” Voldemort hissed, finally getting over his stunned stupor of their conversation.
“I think Grissom would have legged it.” Flees muttered out the side of his breath,
“I think it’s too late now to leg it.” The curse form Flees that followed that, shocked even Voldemort.
“Well, what do we have here?” Two little Freakssss, thinking they can play hero.” Voldemort hissed, taking a step closer to the now bickering duo.
“Oi! Who are you calling freak? I’m perfectly normal. Smokey here.... well you may be right in that one.”
“Hey! I’m not a freak! I’ll tell my grandfather what you just said if you don’t take it back... both of you!” Harry threatened, making Flees gulp and nod fervently and Voldemort... well he tried to raise an eyebrow, but that becomes a bit difficult when you don’t actually have one.
“And who do you think your grandfather issss, to sssscare me?” Voldemort asked, pure curiosity hidden under the menace... and spit.
“Well... wouldn’t you like to know!” Flees said triumphantly, making Harry groan and Voldemort sneer.
“I believe that is why he asked, my dear confused cat. Now go along and play with the Death Eaters and I’ll have a chat with Voldemort here.”
“Fine! Here Deathy Deathy Deathy!”
“You’d be buggered if Death came along after that.” Harry yelled after him, as Flees wade his way towards the increasingly more nervous group of Death Eaters.
“Sssso, who issss your grandfather, little demon?”
“What, you truly don’t know? Christ, where have you been?”
“If you tell me, I may cut you a deal.”
“What kill me faster?”
“Well yessss....”
“You;ve watched faar to many villain films. Are you waiting for the soundtrack to start? Ooh! Get John Williams to compose it! He’s fecking awesome!”
“Who?”
“John Williams! The greatest composer of all time.”
“I sssee. You have changed subject little Demon. Who isss your grandfather?”
“He’s Lucifer! Lord of Tartarus and I am the lost heir.” Harry said in a pompous voice. The silence that followed that was more shocked and slightly scared than ominous, but if Voldemort could achieve an ominous silence, then by god, so will Harry.
“You are the mythical Lost heir?” Voldemort said over the silence, that was occasionally broken by a wet gurgle as Flees killed another Death Eater. It wasn’t actually fair, he wanted to kill someone too.....
“”Yup, in the flesh. Literally! So whatcha gonna do now Tom Tom... isn’t there a muggle thing called a Tom Tom? I think my uncle had one.” Harry mused.
“There is, it tells you where to go when you’re driving.” Flees yelled across to him, making the Death Eater he was sneaking up on, jump and apparate away.
“Oh yeah, a sat nav! Anyways, Tom, back to the point, whatcha gonna do?”
“Together we could be impressssssive young Demon.” Tom said seductively, making Harry raise an eyebrow and understand why so many Purebloods were seduced into his side during the first war.
“What’s the offer?” Harry said, making the Order members, who had shown up before them, look at him in horror and slight disgust.
“Smokes? You gonna take him up on it?”
“Depends on what the offer is.”
“Well, I’ll stand y you all the way.”
“How lovely, now mr...”
“Tartarus, or Ollivander if you wish.”
“So my Death Eater was correct, you are the alleged son of Ollivander?”
“Yep. So the offer?”
“You will be my equal. We will stand side by side as we conquer the wizarding world. Think on my offer Mr Ollivander, future Lord of Tartarus and I shall return soon to hear your answer.” With that, Voldemort apparated away, giving the signal for every other Death Eater conscious to apparate also.
“Well damn.” Flees said, standing up and walking over to where Harry was standing on the other side of the Alley, having not actually moved all that far away from Ollivander’s.
“Exactly what I was thinking.”
“You going to take him up on the offer Smokes?”
“Pfft. Doubt it. I don’t like to share. Gah!” And with that, Harry disappeared with a pop and the Order looked very smug with themselves before turning on Flees.
“What the hell! Where the hell is he? What did you do with him?” Flees yelled, turning to face a very smug Dumbledore.
“We took him to be questioned young Mr...” Dumbledore said, taking a step towards a now feral looking, ignoring the groans coming from certain members.
“Young? I’m probably older than you! Where the hell did you take him?” Flees demanded, ignoring the tell-tale sound of a bell ringing.
“Where is my son?” Ollivander shouted, running over to stand next to Flees.
“I don’t know! They took him and won’t tell me where! Oh god, Sal’s going to kill me. I failed him! I couldn’t protect him!” Flees bemoaned, looking slightly pathetic, though the effect of looking lost was slightly ruined by the splatters of blood soaking his body and claws.
“Where have you taken my son Dumbledore?” Ollivander asked, turning burning eyes to the now sheepish looking Dumbledore.
“Well we wanted to question him about his loyalties, and if he would consider joining our side.”
“Well you have ruined your chances of that last one, and his loyalties are to his family. You had better hope that Ice does not find you before he finds Smokey.”
“Who is Ice?”
“His mate. Come Flees, we must go tell Ice what has happened.” Ollivander said in a commanding voice. Flees ran over to him and very nearly ran into him when Ollivander stopped just before entering his shop and turned around to face Dumbledore.
“Dumbledore, you may have just lost yourself this war. Think very hard on why you did what you did, because you have lost my support and with it my sons and his familiars.”
IIIIIIIIIIIIII
Meanwhile, whilst Dumbledore was getting good dressing down from his ‘father’, Harry was sitting in a protected cage, full of smoke. He had tried to smoke out, but it just made his cough and consider going to a doctor for an inhaler. Harry snickered to himself t the questions that could bring about.
“What can you possibly find amusing about your situation?”
“Remus? How ya doin?”
“Better than you.” Remus said dryly, conjuring a comfy looking chair and sitting down in front of him.
“So, you on guard duty then?”
“Yup.”
“That sucks.”
“Yup.”
“So what are they going to do? You know if anyone has told Draco yet?”
“Nope.”
“Ah, maybe, once you’ve finished on guard duty, you should go and help Flees with Draco-control.”
“Good job he doesn’t know where this is.”
“Heh, you’d think that wouldn’t you.”
“How does he know? Dumbledore hasn’t told him.” Remus said, raising an eyebrow at a sheepish looking fire Demon.
“Well...”
“What?” Remus asked, narrowing his eyes at him.
“You know when Dumbledore gave us a piece of paper two years ago?”
“Yes...” Remus said slowly, narrowing his eyes even more.
“Well I may have left it on my bedside table before I left yesterday. It made me feel better, knowing that he would know where I was if I got caught or something.”
“Didn’t you go as Harry?”
“Well yes. Fine! I wanted him to know! Make you feel better?”
“Actually yes.”
“Well word of warning. Make sure you’re not in the house when he arrives.”
“Gotcha. How?”
“Take my advice, go straight to my house and just stay there, you can make Flees feel better as well and tell him that I’m fine, Ollivander is probably there already. I’ll send Severus home as well, once he finds out.”
“Yeah, he is still with Voldemort at the moment.” Remus said, making Harry give a sympathetic look for his honorary godfather.
“Ooh, then again, nothing bad happened to Voldemort to piss him off. In fact, seeing as it looked like I was considering his offer, I would think he was quite happy with himself. I mean, the ‘Lost Heir’ considering joining his side?”
“Good point, well I hope he is okay.”
“He’ll be fine Remus. So what are they going to do to me?” Harry asked in a light voice, though Remus could hear a bit of worry shining through.
“You’ll be fine Smokey. Well I’d best be off, I think Dumbledore will be ready for you in a bit, he’s just got back if I’m not mistaken.”
“Ah well have a nice time and please tell Draco and the others not to worry, I’ll be back in a bit.”
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“What!” Draco shrieked, making Salazar, Flees and Phineas wince at the high pitch he reached, as Ollivander furiously stalked back and forth in front of the fireplace. Dean, Neville and Seamus watched on nervously from the Laz-e-boys.
“He got taken.”
“Where is he?”
“I don’t know.”
“Why did you let him go anyway? Why didn’t you wake me up!”
“He didn’t want to wake you up. Anyway, the Death Eaters knew what you had become, they would’ve recognised you. We didn’t want to take that risk.” Flees said, looking at the floor in shame.
“They won’t know he’s mine! I haven’t managed to mark him!”
“Um... I don’t think he wanted to yet. He wasn’t ready.”
“I don’t care! Dumbledore has my Mate! Does anyone know where they are?”
“They’re at Headquarters. Harry’s says you know where that is.”
“Remus! Have you spoken to him?” Draco asked, everyone in the room spinning round to look at the werewolf in shock.
“Yes, he told me to tell you that he’s fine. Also that you know where it is.”
“No! Why would he say that! I don’t know!”
“He told me that he gave you a piece of paper. Don’t you remember?” Remus asked, looking at Draco in concern.
“Um... Oh! He gave it to me yesterday! So what do I do? I can’t go alone. I’m not fully trained!”
“Take Flees. He can use both of your powers. Any of you boys got a gift with an elements?”
“Nope.” Dean shook his head as Seamus answered, leaving Neville looking at the floor in interest.
“Nev?” Dean asked, looking at Neville curiously.
“Well I’m kind of good with earth.”
“Good! We can glamour you to look like an earth demon! You just need long brown hair with green tips! You’re eyes can stay the same I suppose, but maybe we should make them have a bit of dark green in them as well. You’ll be fine, just follow me to the training room and I’ll tell you some spells that will make it look like you are using the element for travel and such.” Salazar said form his portrait, making the rest in the room gape at him in shock and disbelief.
“Okay.” Neville agreed nervously, and walked out of the room, following Salazar as he flitted through the portraits of the house.
“In the mean time, Draco, Flees, talk with Remus here to discuss the best method of getting to Harry quickest.” Phineas told them, before turning to Ollivander and starting up a conversation with the venerable old man.
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“Now then Mr Ollivander. We have some questions to ask you and so it would be easier to just go along with it and just answer the questions we ask.” Dumbledore said, once Harry was sitting in a chair at the table in the Kitchen of Grimmauld place. The rest of the Order members bar Remus, Severus and the Twins, (who were at their shop and thus unable to attend, trying to repair it.), and including Hermione, Ron and Ginny.
“You have to be joking right? You kidnap me and then expect me to cooperate.”
“Yes, or else you will be given Veritaserum.”
“Fine! Fine fine. I’ll go along with it. But you will have to accept that there are some questions that I’m not willing to answer.”
“That is fine Mr Ollivander.”
“So what do you want to know?”
“First, will you please tell us your full name?”
“Fine but I don’t know what good it will do you. My father never registered my birth as it was during the first war and he would have been a target. It’s Orion Romulus Ollivander.”
“Thank you Orion. Now. What is your most peculiar Familiar and what is it’s name.”
“He is called Mr Mistoffelees and he is an Anthrofeline. Though I think you would already know that.” Harry said with amusement in his voice as he shot a pointed look at Hermione, Ron and Ginny.
“Yes quite. Well then. Will you tell us what your wand core is?”
“No. That is none of your business. You know that a wizards true wand core is a very secret thing. Your junior members should feel privileged to have been able to witness the making of a wand.”
“Indeed. Fine, if you do not wish to answer that, please tell us of your mate.”
“I will not! You will stay away from him.” Harry snarled, fingernails growing into claws quickly and his front eye-teeth elongating as he struggled to reach the threat.
“Calm down Mr Ollivander. No one here poses a threat to your mate. We were just curious about him.”
“Well you had better stop being curious. I will not tell you anything about him.”
“Yes of course Mr Ollivander. Then I suppose we should get onto more important topics. What side are you on?”
“Well I’m not on Voldemort’s if that is what you mean? Though at least Tom didn’t kidnap me to join his side. At the moment he’s looking more courteous to his potential allies.”
“So you’re saying you may take up Toms offer?”
“No. I’m saying that he at least respects potential allies. No wonder the Order is so small.”
“So what side are you on?” Kingsley asked, frowning at Harry.
“No ones. I will not fight your side, but I will not join it either. I will fight Tom on my own terms, by picking off his followers one-by-one. It’s more fun that way as well.”
“So you will not be joining my side.”
“Nope, I’ll be joining my own side. You realise of course that soon my mate will be here and he will be a tweak pissed. He may bring a friend or two with him also.” Harry said, making many of the Order members wish they were elsewhere.
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It wasn’t until about a half an hour into the interrogation, that they heard a cat-like hiss, some cursing and apologising from the hallway that they realised that something may be a bit off.
“They’re heeeerrrrree.” Harry said in a sing song voice, making the Order members look at him in shock and then the door in trepidation.
“Will you just shut up hissing! I didn’t mean to land on your tail and then wet you!” Draco’s voice rang through to the members, those who recognised it for Harry’s mate, paled dramatically.
“You trod on my tail! Then proceeded to wet me when you transported here! At least vegetable boy here just tangled his bloody roots around my ankles! I can handle tha- gah! Detangle your bloody weeds first!!! God dammed demons!”
“That foul mouth would be Flees. And he’s a bit pissed at everything by the souns of things.” Harry whispered helpfully. “Er! Are you going to get me out of here any time soon?” Harry shouted. The cursing from the hall ended and footsteps began to get closer before the door burst open, revealing Flees, Draco and... Neville?
“Er...”
“Smokey! Ice and Veggie-boy here came with me to rescue you!” Flees announced dramatically, making the Order member look at them in disbelief and Harry to grin inanely.
“Flees! You came!”
“Oi! What am I? Chopped liver! It was my idea!” Draco shouted, lip pouting slightly.
“Oh hush you! I was going to shout your name next! And you brought Jacques! He is my childhood friend don’t you know. Part of the Antoine clan. Very popular within the Demon populace.” Harry said, ignoring the shocked look from Neville, shocked that Harry could spew such a believable lie.
“Ah, Mr...” Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eye.
“They call me Ice. You took my mate and I’m here to collect him.” Draco said coolly, living up to his name... well nickname
“Hey! You make me sound like a bloody library book!”
“Ah yes... Ice. Well now that you’re here, would you mind answering a couple of questions?” Dumbledore asked, completely ignoring Harry’s indignation, much to Harry’s... well Harry’s indignation...
“No. I don’t think we will. If you want everyone to survive, then you will let me get my mate and leave.” Draco said, glaring at Dumbledore.
“I’m afraid that won’t be possible. We have taken the liberty of bringing in your mate [‘Excuse me! I have a name!’] for questioning on where he stands in the war and we will find out.”
“If I have anything to do with it [‘Which you don’t’], he won’t be standing anywhere in the war, he’ll be staying at home, completely safe with no danger of being killed.”
“My dear boy. When Voldemort gets enough followers, there won’t be a safe house in the whole wizarding world. You must choose.” Harry only saw a blonde and grey blur flash past him as warning. The next he saw Draco he was pinning Dumbledore against the wall by the throat and was snarling in the old mans face.
“Watch! He might die of a heart-attack! He’s old!” Harry called out, making Draco drop his head down slightly before straightening out again and growling at Dumbledore.
“If and only if Voldemort becomes a threat to my mate, then we will deal with him together. You will have no say in it at all.” Draco whispered harshly into Dumbledore’s ear, making the old man pale even more.
“Again, his heart is quite possibly very weak. Plus all those candies can’t be good for him!” Harry added, almost as an after thought.
“Shut up dear.” Draco said through clenched teeth. “I’m trying to be threatening.”
“We can’t win the war, honey, if Dumbledore, the figurehead for the light, dies, then people will lose hope.” Harry said in a honey sweet voice, that raised everyone’s heckles.
“Erm... can we save the family barny for when we get home. It ruins the professional image.” Flees said, laughing slightly nervously. Neville by this point had sat down next to Tonks and had taken up the offer of a cup of tea.
“Flees is right darling. Now shut up and let me threaten the lovely old man and then I can rescue you and we can get the hell out of here.” Draco said, teeth still clenched. Harry smiled sweetly at him and nodded, then went back to drawing patterns on the table with his newly discovered (well for the Order... who said that Harry didn’t already know he had them?) and yet, stubbornly hard to get rid of (of course, the argument is, that if they weren’t new, then how come he didn’t remember how to retract them?), claws.
“Right. Where were we? Ah! Come near us and you will understand why Voldemort wouldn’t be wise to piss us off either. Right, we’re off. Come on everyone.” Draco said, releasing a slowly turning blue Dumbledore and then spinning round on his heels and facing Harry.
Harry looked up and smiled sweetly at his mate, then nodded towards the rope holding him down. Draco growled lowly in his throat, cut the ropes and picked Harry up under the armpits then disappeared in a... well it was an icy splash, but he attempted icicles.
“Well thank you for your hospitality. We must be off. Come on Frances.”
“Jacques.”
“Jacques. Let’s be off.” Flees said, smiling and then disappearing in a combustion of icy blue flames. Neville smiled nervously and stood form his seat.
“Thanks for the tea.” And he disappeared with a pop as a long tendril of vines wrapped around his body, leaving the vines behind.
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Harry woke with a start the next morning and looked around him, wondering what had woken him. He noticed that Draco was still fast asleep next to him, Flees stretched out an snuggled up to Draco’s side with Draco’s arm flung over him. Harry snickered when he realised that Draco probably thought he was hugging him, not a humanoid cat.
Slowly getting out of bed and racking his brains for a reason as to why he was woken up, he quietly got dressed and then left the room, not noticing the green eyes of Flees watching him as he left and then detangling himself from Draco and following. He looked out of a window that he passed and guessed that it must only be about six in the morning as the sun was only just rising and then made his way to the portraits.
“Okay so what woke me up?” He demanded as he walked into the room.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about little Fireling.” Salazar said, pretending to have just woken up. Phineas snorted, hen looked startled when Harry’s glare was turned to him.
“Well?”
“Well what?”
“Don’t mess with me. What woke me up and no one else.”
“It woke us up too, and Flee as well by the look of things.” Phineas said, nodding behind him to where Flees was standing in cat form.
“Flees! Do you know what woke us up?”
“Yup.” Flees said proudly, shifting into human form and walking to stand next to Harry.
“What?”
“Let’s just say, the Silent Killers are needed in Diagon Alley. I suggest we fire to Ollivanders and head out form there. Word of warning though, stay clear of the Order.” Flees added ominously, before disappearing in a column of flames and leaving Harry behind, grumbling about miserable cats and fire travel, before he too disappeared in a cloud of smoke.
“Well hopefully they will get back in one piece.” Salazar commented, getting a snort of amusement from Phineas.
“Won’t matter in any case once Draco finds them.”
“You have a point there.”
“I always do.”
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Harry appeared in Ollivander’s wand shop next to Flees, and looked outside into the massacre that was Diagon Alley.
“They’ve been there now for just under an hour. None have dared come in here however, which leads me to believe that the Order has a spy, or Severus was told to tell Him.” Ollivander announced suddenly, making both Flees and Harry jump.
“Severus was told to tell him. No one else in the Order has the gumption to spy against Dumbledore. They all adore him far too much.” Harry said, once he had gotten his heart to start working again. “Well I suppose we should go out there then. Flee’s you know how to use all my abilities right?”
“Better than you.” Flee’s said, preening himself and making Harry roll his eyes.
“Of course you over grown kitty.”
“Anthrofeline thank you very much. So shall we go get some Death Eaters butt?”
“Who speaks like that anymore? And yes I suppose so. Shall we go?”
“Yep! You coming Olli ma boy?” Flees asked, turning to the old wand maker
“I think I shall pass this time, not quite what I used to be I’m afraid.”
“Nonsense. You’re still more powerful than Dumbledore, though I don’t know why you hide it.”
“I don’t want to turn into a doddering old fool.”
“Too late for that one. Well if you’re not going to join us. More fool you, jus means more Death Eaters for us. Come on Smokey, let’s go.”
“Thank god you didn’t use any more clichéd Americanisms.”
“Oh shut up.”
“You.”
“No you.”
“You.” The bickering faded as they both walked out of the shop, and Ollivander rolled his eyes as he watched them from the shadows the shelves cast.
“The world is doomed with those two in charge.” He muttered, before turning and getting a front row seat to the action.
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“Okay! The Silent Killer’s are here! Woo! No more waiting to sneak into your bedrooms at night! We can get more than one Death Eater in a day now! Thank you very much!” Flees yelled, effectively getting the attention of everyone fighting in the street.
“I agree, we have officially been invited to a Death Eater Smorgasbord by that Jolly Olly fella, Tom!”
“Let’s hear it for Tom Riddle! Where are you Tom? Come on, stand up now, don’t be shy.”
“Er.. why are we taunting him and getting him to come to us?” Harry hissed to Flees, who in turn shrugged and watched as the silence became less oppressive and more ominous and the Death Eater’s began to part.
“He’s like moses. Just sweeps through them like butter.”
“I agree, bit pompous though, ain’t he.”
“He is that indeed, old Smokey my chum. Well he’s getting nearer.”
“Yup, what should we do?”
“Dunno, what would Grissom do?”
“He would wait until the massacre was over then analyse it, to see who the real murderer was. Greg on the other hand...”
“Greg would get in a big car and ru him over.”
“Yeah but he got beaten up for it though, didn’t he?”
“He did indeed, nearly cried.”
“Oh, old Snake face is looking at us in a peculiar manner. Oi ya perv! Whatcha lookin’ at?”
“Yeah he’s already got a mate don’tcha know!” Flees added, stepping a bit closer to Harry.
“I think he wants to kill us.”
“What more than that Potter Kid?”
“At the moment-“
“Yessss” Voldemort hissed, finally getting over his stunned stupor of their conversation.
“I think Grissom would have legged it.” Flees muttered out the side of his breath,
“I think it’s too late now to leg it.” The curse form Flees that followed that, shocked even Voldemort.
“Well, what do we have here?” Two little Freakssss, thinking they can play hero.” Voldemort hissed, taking a step closer to the now bickering duo.
“Oi! Who are you calling freak? I’m perfectly normal. Smokey here.... well you may be right in that one.”
“Hey! I’m not a freak! I’ll tell my grandfather what you just said if you don’t take it back... both of you!” Harry threatened, making Flees gulp and nod fervently and Voldemort... well he tried to raise an eyebrow, but that becomes a bit difficult when you don’t actually have one.
“And who do you think your grandfather issss, to sssscare me?” Voldemort asked, pure curiosity hidden under the menace... and spit.
“Well... wouldn’t you like to know!” Flees said triumphantly, making Harry groan and Voldemort sneer.
“I believe that is why he asked, my dear confused cat. Now go along and play with the Death Eaters and I’ll have a chat with Voldemort here.”
“Fine! Here Deathy Deathy Deathy!”
“You’d be buggered if Death came along after that.” Harry yelled after him, as Flees wade his way towards the increasingly more nervous group of Death Eaters.
“Sssso, who issss your grandfather, little demon?”
“What, you truly don’t know? Christ, where have you been?”
“If you tell me, I may cut you a deal.”
“What kill me faster?”
“Well yessss....”
“You;ve watched faar to many villain films. Are you waiting for the soundtrack to start? Ooh! Get John Williams to compose it! He’s fecking awesome!”
“Who?”
“John Williams! The greatest composer of all time.”
“I sssee. You have changed subject little Demon. Who isss your grandfather?”
“He’s Lucifer! Lord of Tartarus and I am the lost heir.” Harry said in a pompous voice. The silence that followed that was more shocked and slightly scared than ominous, but if Voldemort could achieve an ominous silence, then by god, so will Harry.
“You are the mythical Lost heir?” Voldemort said over the silence, that was occasionally broken by a wet gurgle as Flees killed another Death Eater. It wasn’t actually fair, he wanted to kill someone too.....
“”Yup, in the flesh. Literally! So whatcha gonna do now Tom Tom... isn’t there a muggle thing called a Tom Tom? I think my uncle had one.” Harry mused.
“There is, it tells you where to go when you’re driving.” Flees yelled across to him, making the Death Eater he was sneaking up on, jump and apparate away.
“Oh yeah, a sat nav! Anyways, Tom, back to the point, whatcha gonna do?”
“Together we could be impressssssive young Demon.” Tom said seductively, making Harry raise an eyebrow and understand why so many Purebloods were seduced into his side during the first war.
“What’s the offer?” Harry said, making the Order members, who had shown up before them, look at him in horror and slight disgust.
“Smokes? You gonna take him up on it?”
“Depends on what the offer is.”
“Well, I’ll stand y you all the way.”
“How lovely, now mr...”
“Tartarus, or Ollivander if you wish.”
“So my Death Eater was correct, you are the alleged son of Ollivander?”
“Yep. So the offer?”
“You will be my equal. We will stand side by side as we conquer the wizarding world. Think on my offer Mr Ollivander, future Lord of Tartarus and I shall return soon to hear your answer.” With that, Voldemort apparated away, giving the signal for every other Death Eater conscious to apparate also.
“Well damn.” Flees said, standing up and walking over to where Harry was standing on the other side of the Alley, having not actually moved all that far away from Ollivander’s.
“Exactly what I was thinking.”
“You going to take him up on the offer Smokes?”
“Pfft. Doubt it. I don’t like to share. Gah!” And with that, Harry disappeared with a pop and the Order looked very smug with themselves before turning on Flees.
“What the hell! Where the hell is he? What did you do with him?” Flees yelled, turning to face a very smug Dumbledore.
“We took him to be questioned young Mr...” Dumbledore said, taking a step towards a now feral looking, ignoring the groans coming from certain members.
“Young? I’m probably older than you! Where the hell did you take him?” Flees demanded, ignoring the tell-tale sound of a bell ringing.
“Where is my son?” Ollivander shouted, running over to stand next to Flees.
“I don’t know! They took him and won’t tell me where! Oh god, Sal’s going to kill me. I failed him! I couldn’t protect him!” Flees bemoaned, looking slightly pathetic, though the effect of looking lost was slightly ruined by the splatters of blood soaking his body and claws.
“Where have you taken my son Dumbledore?” Ollivander asked, turning burning eyes to the now sheepish looking Dumbledore.
“Well we wanted to question him about his loyalties, and if he would consider joining our side.”
“Well you have ruined your chances of that last one, and his loyalties are to his family. You had better hope that Ice does not find you before he finds Smokey.”
“Who is Ice?”
“His mate. Come Flees, we must go tell Ice what has happened.” Ollivander said in a commanding voice. Flees ran over to him and very nearly ran into him when Ollivander stopped just before entering his shop and turned around to face Dumbledore.
“Dumbledore, you may have just lost yourself this war. Think very hard on why you did what you did, because you have lost my support and with it my sons and his familiars.”
IIIIIIIIIIIIII
Meanwhile, whilst Dumbledore was getting good dressing down from his ‘father’, Harry was sitting in a protected cage, full of smoke. He had tried to smoke out, but it just made his cough and consider going to a doctor for an inhaler. Harry snickered to himself t the questions that could bring about.
“What can you possibly find amusing about your situation?”
“Remus? How ya doin?”
“Better than you.” Remus said dryly, conjuring a comfy looking chair and sitting down in front of him.
“So, you on guard duty then?”
“Yup.”
“That sucks.”
“Yup.”
“So what are they going to do? You know if anyone has told Draco yet?”
“Nope.”
“Ah, maybe, once you’ve finished on guard duty, you should go and help Flees with Draco-control.”
“Good job he doesn’t know where this is.”
“Heh, you’d think that wouldn’t you.”
“How does he know? Dumbledore hasn’t told him.” Remus said, raising an eyebrow at a sheepish looking fire Demon.
“Well...”
“What?” Remus asked, narrowing his eyes at him.
“You know when Dumbledore gave us a piece of paper two years ago?”
“Yes...” Remus said slowly, narrowing his eyes even more.
“Well I may have left it on my bedside table before I left yesterday. It made me feel better, knowing that he would know where I was if I got caught or something.”
“Didn’t you go as Harry?”
“Well yes. Fine! I wanted him to know! Make you feel better?”
“Actually yes.”
“Well word of warning. Make sure you’re not in the house when he arrives.”
“Gotcha. How?”
“Take my advice, go straight to my house and just stay there, you can make Flees feel better as well and tell him that I’m fine, Ollivander is probably there already. I’ll send Severus home as well, once he finds out.”
“Yeah, he is still with Voldemort at the moment.” Remus said, making Harry give a sympathetic look for his honorary godfather.
“Ooh, then again, nothing bad happened to Voldemort to piss him off. In fact, seeing as it looked like I was considering his offer, I would think he was quite happy with himself. I mean, the ‘Lost Heir’ considering joining his side?”
“Good point, well I hope he is okay.”
“He’ll be fine Remus. So what are they going to do to me?” Harry asked in a light voice, though Remus could hear a bit of worry shining through.
“You’ll be fine Smokey. Well I’d best be off, I think Dumbledore will be ready for you in a bit, he’s just got back if I’m not mistaken.”
“Ah well have a nice time and please tell Draco and the others not to worry, I’ll be back in a bit.”
IIIIIIIIIIIIII
“What!” Draco shrieked, making Salazar, Flees and Phineas wince at the high pitch he reached, as Ollivander furiously stalked back and forth in front of the fireplace. Dean, Neville and Seamus watched on nervously from the Laz-e-boys.
“He got taken.”
“Where is he?”
“I don’t know.”
“Why did you let him go anyway? Why didn’t you wake me up!”
“He didn’t want to wake you up. Anyway, the Death Eaters knew what you had become, they would’ve recognised you. We didn’t want to take that risk.” Flees said, looking at the floor in shame.
“They won’t know he’s mine! I haven’t managed to mark him!”
“Um... I don’t think he wanted to yet. He wasn’t ready.”
“I don’t care! Dumbledore has my Mate! Does anyone know where they are?”
“They’re at Headquarters. Harry’s says you know where that is.”
“Remus! Have you spoken to him?” Draco asked, everyone in the room spinning round to look at the werewolf in shock.
“Yes, he told me to tell you that he’s fine. Also that you know where it is.”
“No! Why would he say that! I don’t know!”
“He told me that he gave you a piece of paper. Don’t you remember?” Remus asked, looking at Draco in concern.
“Um... Oh! He gave it to me yesterday! So what do I do? I can’t go alone. I’m not fully trained!”
“Take Flees. He can use both of your powers. Any of you boys got a gift with an elements?”
“Nope.” Dean shook his head as Seamus answered, leaving Neville looking at the floor in interest.
“Nev?” Dean asked, looking at Neville curiously.
“Well I’m kind of good with earth.”
“Good! We can glamour you to look like an earth demon! You just need long brown hair with green tips! You’re eyes can stay the same I suppose, but maybe we should make them have a bit of dark green in them as well. You’ll be fine, just follow me to the training room and I’ll tell you some spells that will make it look like you are using the element for travel and such.” Salazar said form his portrait, making the rest in the room gape at him in shock and disbelief.
“Okay.” Neville agreed nervously, and walked out of the room, following Salazar as he flitted through the portraits of the house.
“In the mean time, Draco, Flees, talk with Remus here to discuss the best method of getting to Harry quickest.” Phineas told them, before turning to Ollivander and starting up a conversation with the venerable old man.
IIIIIIIIIIIIII
“Now then Mr Ollivander. We have some questions to ask you and so it would be easier to just go along with it and just answer the questions we ask.” Dumbledore said, once Harry was sitting in a chair at the table in the Kitchen of Grimmauld place. The rest of the Order members bar Remus, Severus and the Twins, (who were at their shop and thus unable to attend, trying to repair it.), and including Hermione, Ron and Ginny.
“You have to be joking right? You kidnap me and then expect me to cooperate.”
“Yes, or else you will be given Veritaserum.”
“Fine! Fine fine. I’ll go along with it. But you will have to accept that there are some questions that I’m not willing to answer.”
“That is fine Mr Ollivander.”
“So what do you want to know?”
“First, will you please tell us your full name?”
“Fine but I don’t know what good it will do you. My father never registered my birth as it was during the first war and he would have been a target. It’s Orion Romulus Ollivander.”
“Thank you Orion. Now. What is your most peculiar Familiar and what is it’s name.”
“He is called Mr Mistoffelees and he is an Anthrofeline. Though I think you would already know that.” Harry said with amusement in his voice as he shot a pointed look at Hermione, Ron and Ginny.
“Yes quite. Well then. Will you tell us what your wand core is?”
“No. That is none of your business. You know that a wizards true wand core is a very secret thing. Your junior members should feel privileged to have been able to witness the making of a wand.”
“Indeed. Fine, if you do not wish to answer that, please tell us of your mate.”
“I will not! You will stay away from him.” Harry snarled, fingernails growing into claws quickly and his front eye-teeth elongating as he struggled to reach the threat.
“Calm down Mr Ollivander. No one here poses a threat to your mate. We were just curious about him.”
“Well you had better stop being curious. I will not tell you anything about him.”
“Yes of course Mr Ollivander. Then I suppose we should get onto more important topics. What side are you on?”
“Well I’m not on Voldemort’s if that is what you mean? Though at least Tom didn’t kidnap me to join his side. At the moment he’s looking more courteous to his potential allies.”
“So you’re saying you may take up Toms offer?”
“No. I’m saying that he at least respects potential allies. No wonder the Order is so small.”
“So what side are you on?” Kingsley asked, frowning at Harry.
“No ones. I will not fight your side, but I will not join it either. I will fight Tom on my own terms, by picking off his followers one-by-one. It’s more fun that way as well.”
“So you will not be joining my side.”
“Nope, I’ll be joining my own side. You realise of course that soon my mate will be here and he will be a tweak pissed. He may bring a friend or two with him also.” Harry said, making many of the Order members wish they were elsewhere.
IIIIIIIIIIIIII
It wasn’t until about a half an hour into the interrogation, that they heard a cat-like hiss, some cursing and apologising from the hallway that they realised that something may be a bit off.
“They’re heeeerrrrree.” Harry said in a sing song voice, making the Order members look at him in shock and then the door in trepidation.
“Will you just shut up hissing! I didn’t mean to land on your tail and then wet you!” Draco’s voice rang through to the members, those who recognised it for Harry’s mate, paled dramatically.
“You trod on my tail! Then proceeded to wet me when you transported here! At least vegetable boy here just tangled his bloody roots around my ankles! I can handle tha- gah! Detangle your bloody weeds first!!! God dammed demons!”
“That foul mouth would be Flees. And he’s a bit pissed at everything by the souns of things.” Harry whispered helpfully. “Er! Are you going to get me out of here any time soon?” Harry shouted. The cursing from the hall ended and footsteps began to get closer before the door burst open, revealing Flees, Draco and... Neville?
“Er...”
“Smokey! Ice and Veggie-boy here came with me to rescue you!” Flees announced dramatically, making the Order member look at them in disbelief and Harry to grin inanely.
“Flees! You came!”
“Oi! What am I? Chopped liver! It was my idea!” Draco shouted, lip pouting slightly.
“Oh hush you! I was going to shout your name next! And you brought Jacques! He is my childhood friend don’t you know. Part of the Antoine clan. Very popular within the Demon populace.” Harry said, ignoring the shocked look from Neville, shocked that Harry could spew such a believable lie.
“Ah, Mr...” Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eye.
“They call me Ice. You took my mate and I’m here to collect him.” Draco said coolly, living up to his name... well nickname
“Hey! You make me sound like a bloody library book!”
“Ah yes... Ice. Well now that you’re here, would you mind answering a couple of questions?” Dumbledore asked, completely ignoring Harry’s indignation, much to Harry’s... well Harry’s indignation...
“No. I don’t think we will. If you want everyone to survive, then you will let me get my mate and leave.” Draco said, glaring at Dumbledore.
“I’m afraid that won’t be possible. We have taken the liberty of bringing in your mate [‘Excuse me! I have a name!’] for questioning on where he stands in the war and we will find out.”
“If I have anything to do with it [‘Which you don’t’], he won’t be standing anywhere in the war, he’ll be staying at home, completely safe with no danger of being killed.”
“My dear boy. When Voldemort gets enough followers, there won’t be a safe house in the whole wizarding world. You must choose.” Harry only saw a blonde and grey blur flash past him as warning. The next he saw Draco he was pinning Dumbledore against the wall by the throat and was snarling in the old mans face.
“Watch! He might die of a heart-attack! He’s old!” Harry called out, making Draco drop his head down slightly before straightening out again and growling at Dumbledore.
“If and only if Voldemort becomes a threat to my mate, then we will deal with him together. You will have no say in it at all.” Draco whispered harshly into Dumbledore’s ear, making the old man pale even more.
“Again, his heart is quite possibly very weak. Plus all those candies can’t be good for him!” Harry added, almost as an after thought.
“Shut up dear.” Draco said through clenched teeth. “I’m trying to be threatening.”
“We can’t win the war, honey, if Dumbledore, the figurehead for the light, dies, then people will lose hope.” Harry said in a honey sweet voice, that raised everyone’s heckles.
“Erm... can we save the family barny for when we get home. It ruins the professional image.” Flees said, laughing slightly nervously. Neville by this point had sat down next to Tonks and had taken up the offer of a cup of tea.
“Flees is right darling. Now shut up and let me threaten the lovely old man and then I can rescue you and we can get the hell out of here.” Draco said, teeth still clenched. Harry smiled sweetly at him and nodded, then went back to drawing patterns on the table with his newly discovered (well for the Order... who said that Harry didn’t already know he had them?) and yet, stubbornly hard to get rid of (of course, the argument is, that if they weren’t new, then how come he didn’t remember how to retract them?), claws.
“Right. Where were we? Ah! Come near us and you will understand why Voldemort wouldn’t be wise to piss us off either. Right, we’re off. Come on everyone.” Draco said, releasing a slowly turning blue Dumbledore and then spinning round on his heels and facing Harry.
Harry looked up and smiled sweetly at his mate, then nodded towards the rope holding him down. Draco growled lowly in his throat, cut the ropes and picked Harry up under the armpits then disappeared in a... well it was an icy splash, but he attempted icicles.
“Well thank you for your hospitality. We must be off. Come on Frances.”
“Jacques.”
“Jacques. Let’s be off.” Flees said, smiling and then disappearing in a combustion of icy blue flames. Neville smiled nervously and stood form his seat.
“Thanks for the tea.” And he disappeared with a pop as a long tendril of vines wrapped around his body, leaving the vines behind.
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