The Silent Killer
Woo! I'm back and i have a come with a new chapter! Yay! I'm a bit happier as well, so maybe the trip home was good for me (bar the funeral)! Well anyways, here's the next chapter... including Poker Night!! Woo! Enjoy!
Chapter Nine - Too Tough to Die
“Okay so I’ll go search for their parents and you find Pansy.” Harry whispered once all three had all appeared in an empty room. It was the one that Draco had told them was his room when he stayed over.
“Well that shouldn’t be too hard. Pansy’s room is just down the hall from here.”
“Ah, so one question. Mrs Parkinson? Is she a Death Eater or not?” Harry asked walking to the door to leave with Flees close behind and pausing just before leaving.
“Not that I ever knew of. Pansy never mentioned that she was if she was one.” Draco said with a shrug.
“Right, so bring Pansy back in here, and we will bring Mr Parkinson. Pansy can decide his fate.” Flees said, nudging Harry out of the door.
“You weren’t joking about giving them the choice then?” Draco asked, looking at the two killers in shock.
“Nope. They get the choice, and we seem mercenary. Now, put your gloves on and we can leave.” Harry said, motioning for Draco and Flees to put the gloves he had given them before they left, on.
“Why are we wearing gloves inside again?” Draco asked, making Flees roll his eyes discreetly but still put his gloves on.
“Epithelials! Finger prints as well! You never know what we will leave behind. We cannot be connected to this crime by any means.” Harry whispered, looking around him in paranoia.
“Oh for the love of the sweet Athena. Smokey! Grissom doesn’t exist! There is no such thing as forensics in the wizarding world! Let it go or we will ban you from watching CSI until next summer.” Flees said, ignoring the shocked look he got form Draco.
“You wouldn’t.” Harry hissed, looking at his familiar in betrayal.
“I would. I think this little obsession has gone too far.” Flees said nonchalantly, ignoring the ominous glowing of Harry’s hands.
“Er... he’s only joking Smokes. I wouldn’t let him. For one thing I quite like CSI as well and another, Slinky would bite him if he couldn’t drool over Warrick.” Draco pointed out, almost musingly. Flees looked at him, scandalised and with a touch of betrayal in his eyes.
“How dare you! Why would you snipe to that over grown draft excluder about me?”
“Oi that’s my familiar you’re talking about!”
“See! He sticks up for his familiar!”
“Yes well he’s just perfect little goody goody isn’t he?”
“You’re just making enemies with everyone aren’t you Smokes?”
“Oh shut up. The point is, if we do burn this place to the ground, the muggles will be able to see it and thus it will become a muggle crime scene. My fingerprints are in the muggle files and thus they will come looking for me.”
“Damn. The smoke demon has a point. Fine. We’ll wear the gloves if only to make you happy. Lets go and get Pansy and her dick of a father.” Flees said, walking out of the door and down the hallway to where Draco’s crude but accurate blueprints of the Parkinson’s Manor house told him that the main staircase was. Harry watched him go, quickly ran over to Draco to give him a kiss on the cheek and then ran after his familiar.
“Flees, wait up.” Harry hissed once he had caught up with his wayward familiar.
“Well you were taking to long. Come on then. Little Lord Fauntleroy will have found his princess by the time we actually get to the damned parlour room.
“Why do you think he will be there? And don’t call him that.”
“Well he acts like it. And I suppose he will be there because he might want to unwind after a strenuous raid.”
“Heh, would be amusing if it turns out that we had killed him in that raid on Diagon a couple of weeks back.”
“Yeah but why did Pansy ask for help if we had?”
“You have a point. Come on then lets get this over with.” Flees whispered as they finally reached the Parlour room doors and then swung them open in a dramatic manner that made Harry role his eyes and mutter about subterfuge and failing under his breath.
“Who the hell are you?” Parkinson yelled, jumping up from his seat and pointing his wand at the two intruders.
“Language Mr Parkinson. If you would kindly come with us, we have something to ask fo you and your daughter.” Harry said, summoning Parkinson’s wand over to him easily and pocketing it for safe keeping.
“You have my daughter? Who are you?” Parkinson demanded once moe, though with less conviction seeing as he didn’t actually have his wand anymore.
“Sorry, have we not introduced ourselves?” Flees asked cheerfully. Making Harry roll his eyes and groan.
“Oh god not again.”
“We are the magnificent-“
“You asked for it.” Harry whispered to Parkinson, who looked at Harry in shock before turning his attention back to Flees.
“Splediferous. Tremendous-“
“This could go on for a while now. You may as well sit back down.”
“Fabulous-“
“I knew I shouldn’t have let him read that thesaurus. He’ll finish eventually. I wouldn’t worry, your daughter is completely safe until you get into the room anyways.”
“Marvellous-“
“At least we’re onto the ‘m’s now.”
“He started with an M” Parkinson pointed out, making Harry groan again and receive a glare from Flees.
“Fine! We’re the boring Silent Killers who can’t even take the time to make their introduction at least a bit dramatic and theatrical.” Flees inished off, hissing at Harry when he sniggered behind his hand.
“Come on then Mr Parkinson. Up you get. You’ve a judgement to receive. Please be quiet also, I would so hate to have to kill your wife for no reason.”
“Why aren’t you going to kill me wife?”
“Er.. do you want us to?”
“Well no, I just wondered why.”
“Well out informant said that she wasn;t involved with Voldemort.”
“Not involved with the Dark Lord? You have to be kidding me right? She’s a WAG.”
“Pardon?” Harry deadpanned, stopping in their journey up the stairs to the meeting room.
“A WAG. Wife And Girlfriend of a Death Eater. Narcissa Malfoy leads them and they go shopping, socialise with the elite and hold parties every month. They take a draw to see who hosts it.” Parkinson informed the completely horrified yet strangely interested pair.
“Dear god. Fine whatever. We’ll burn her down with the rest of the house then. That’s fine with me. Now lets be off with you.” Harry said, shaking his head resignedly and then giving Parkinson a shove up the stairs.
“You ought to know by the way, that I’m a Lord.” Parkinson added once they were at the top of the stairs.
“Yeah well I’m the bloody queen of Sheba but you don’t see me getting all worked up about it, do you?” Flees hissed, getting increasingly agitated and wishing that they could just burn him now.
“Well I don’t suppose you would. Where is that going to get you in society, besides a couple of rather funny looks if a do say so myself.” Parkinson said, yelping in pain when Flees got a bit too agitated and clawed him.
“Thank fuck for that! Come on, in you get!” Flees exclaimed once they got to the door.
“Language Flees!” Harry admonished, walking into the room to see Draco standing there with a smirk on his face that suggested he had heard at least part of the conversation and Pansy standing next to him smiling widely.
“Pansy! Have they done anything to you? I must say, this is not how I expected royalty to act, even if they don’t look very feminine.”
“Oh for the- I am not a queen you freak! It was an expression! Sheba doesn’t even exist anymore! It’s called Yemen!” Flees yelled, making Parkinson flinch back and Harry to snigger into his hand.
“Right well. The point of this little gathering is this. Pansy, you want him to live with severe burning or die?” Harry asked finally, once he could trust himself not to burst into giggles in Flees face.
“Oh I don’t really mind. Let me go away with Ice here and you can decide. I don’t really want his death on my hands. Thank you though. Word of advice. Just leave the decision to yourself with the others as well. Guilt gets a bit too messy.” Pansy said, inspecting her finger nails and ignoring the horrified gasp coming from her father.
“Right you are. We’ll meet you back at the manor then. The twins should be there by now, but if not they won’t be long.” Harry said. Draco nodded and then held onto Pansy as they both disappeared with a wet splash.
“Well then Mr Parkinson. Looks like you’re about to become another statistic in the killings of the Silent Killers. Nighty night.” Flees said, smirking sadistically before setting fire to the former Death Eater and then walking out of the room, Harry following him.
‘Think we should burn the house down?”
“Sure why not. He’ll start it anyways, but we can always give him a helping hand. Have you set up the anti-apparition wards so that Mrs Parkinson can’t leave?”
“Yep. She’ll sleep through it anyways I bet.”
“Yeah I bet the smoke will kill her before the fire. Come on then. We have a message to leave.”
“That we do.”
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Death Eaters,
One down three to go.
Your children aren’t loyal anymore.
Cheers all the best
The Silent Killers.
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“Okay, so we have to take this approach a little differently. Pansy has already told us not to give him the choice so here’s the plan. Draco you go to Blaise. Tell him what you want and then splash him out of here before me and Flees burn this place to the ground.”
“It’s more grammatically correct if you say Flees and I.”
“He has a point and I resent the ‘splash out’ remark, even if it is true.”
“Fine fine. Whatever. Can we go through with it now?”
“Sure thing. Lets hurry it up before the Parkinson’s are found and they begin to expect us.”
“They shouldn’t find the Parkinson’s before the wards fall.”
“Yeah but how long do we have before that happens?”
“Dunno. You have a point then. Lets go. See you in a bit then.”
“Yep. Be careful.”
“Aren’t I always.”
“Well no. Flees look out for him!”
“It is my job. Come on Smokey. Lets get going.”
“Okay then.” And with that all three left the room and headed to their assigned rooms. Harry and Flees heading for the Master bedroom.
“So, think they will be asleep or getting jiggy with it?” Flees asked once Draco was out of earshot.
“Oh god. Lets hope not.” Harry said with a shudder.
“Heh, could be amusing. Just as they reach the climax we can freeze them and then burn them.”
“No, but you do have a good idea there.”
“What waiting for them to orgasm before killing them. It’s a bit of a leeway isn’t it. I mean I realise you would like to think of yourself as a merciful killer but come on.”
“No you stupid fleabag. I meant freezing them and then burning them.”
“Oh. Okay then. Lets do that.”
“Honestly. Stupid animal. What ever gave you the thought in the first place?”
“Well, they’re Italian aren’t they. They are supposed to be really randy.”
“Actually they’re black and English.” Harry deadpanned, receiving a shocked look from Flees.
“Really? With a name like Blaise Zabini I had thought he was Italian. Well it just goes to show.” Flees muttered, making Harry shake his head and then put his finger to his lips once they reached the master bedroom.
“On the count of three or shall we do it your way with guns blazing and shouting everywhere?” Harry whispered.
“Count of three. We still have to wait for Draco’s signal.”
“We received it a while back, whilst you were fantasizing about Mr and Mrs Zabini\s bedroom exploits.” Harry said dully, making Flees blush and then shudder as the full implications of what Harry said registered in his mind.
“I did not fantasize! But if they have already left, then I say my way. Off we go then.” And with that, he kicked the door open and then froze in his spot as he saw what was going on in the bed.
“Huh. Looks like we had actually missed Mrs Pakinson. Seeing as she is here and all.” Harry commented nonchalantly, both intruders having been ignored by the three Death Eaters romping on the bed.
“Well I say fuck the Orgasm. Freeze them now and then burn them.” Flees said, walking into the room fully, still not having been noticed by the three on the bed.
“I believe that is what they are doing. But fine. The freezing is your department my dear.” Harry said, making a sweeping gesture with his hands for Flees to go ahead with it. Flees grinned maniacally and rubbed his hands together before pointing them, palms out, at the three on the bed and freezing them quickly.
Harry walked over to inspect his masterpiece and whistled in appreciation.
“Well one of them must be good, they haven’t even noticed.” He pointed out, raising an eyebrow at the expression on Mr Zabini’s face.
“Huh. Well do you blame Mrs Parkinson. We have just met her husband and what a bore he was.”
“Point. Well lets be off then.” Harry said, casually brushing his hand against the bed linen as he passed and left the room, Flees following him.
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Two down, two more to go.
Looks like this session was rather fun before we interrupted.
Ah well.
You had better be more careful with your followers in the future Tom.
Nighty Night
The Silent Killers
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“Well the Zabini’s were interesting. So do you think we will encounter the same er... problem this time?”
“I shouldn’t think so, seeing as Mrs Nott died about ten years ago. So unless Mr Nott is into Necrophilia.”
“It wouldn’t surprise me.” Flees muttered under his breath before leaving the room with Draco and Harry not far behind.
“Same plan as last time. Just give us the message and we’ll burn them to the ground.”
“Fair enough. See you in a bit then.”
Harry nodded his agreement and once again they went their separate ways. Harry and Flees heading to the Master bedroom as Draco headed for the Heir Suite.
“You know, wizards a pretty pompous really. What with their manors and all.” Flees said casually as they walked towards the master suite.
“I don’t hear you complaining at home.”
“Well yours obviously isn’t as pompous as this.” Flees exclaimed, waving his arms around at the slithering green wallpaper with really silver gilding.
“You do have a point there. Come on. Lets get this finished.” Harry said stopping in front of the master bedroom.
“Think we’ll experience any difficulties?” Flees asked quietly, leaning against the door as they waited for the signal from Draco.
“Dunno really. I mean Nott never really struck me as a livewire. Then again Parkinson never struck me as one to chat so you never know.”
“Never struck you as a livewire? We’re going to kill him! Who wouldn’t turn into a livewire?” Flees asked completely stunned.
“Erm... Parkinson? Zabini?”
“Huh, depends on what you call a livewire with those two.” Flees muttered.
“Well we’re about to find out in any case. Draco’s just given me the signal so let’s be going.”
“Fine fine. I’m still gonna bet on the livewire.”
“Sure. Off we go. Kick the door open. Give him the shock you want to.” Harry sighed, waving his hand distractedly.
Flees grinned widely a him before kicking the door open, shocking the man inside the room as he was in his bed trying to sleep.
“What the bloody hell!”
“Ooh look Flees. He at least change to ‘What the bloody hell!’ Rather British really. Makes a change to ‘Who the hell are you?’” Harry said musingly. Flees gave him a funny look then shrugged and turned his attention to the confused Death Eater who was now searching fruitlessly for his wand. It was a fruitless search because Flees had had the fore thought to summon the wand as soon as he entered the room.
“What are you doing here? What do you want?”
“Well if we tell you that we’re the Silent Killers, will that give you a clue as to what we are here for?” Flees asked musingly, twirling Nott’s wand between his fingers and catching his attention.
“W-why? I have a child! Don’t kill me!” Nott begged, suddenly noticing that it was his wand being twirled.
“Ah no. Sorry we don’t work like that.” Harry said, shaking his finger at the pale Death Eater.
“He’s right. Plus it was your son that decided who we would visit tonight. You haven’t been treating him very well have you Mr Nott.”
“What?”
“Flees has a point. Good old Theodore was the one who wanted out. So we answered his plea so to speak. Goodnight Mr Nott. I hope you find it warm in Hell.” Harry said with a wicked smirk before he summon a large ball of fire and threw it at the curtains, just missing Nott, but close enough to burn him.
Flees took that moment to freeze Nott’s feet to the floor and the two then worked to set fire to a couple of strategically placed (well in their minds) furniture, to ensure that he was, as Harry put it, “well cooked on al sides.”
“Well as much as I would love to stand here and listen to his screams of pain and torture, I think we have a message to leave.” Flees said, as Nott began to beg for mercy and then scream as the first flames licked at his legs.
“Yup. Off we go then. See you in Hell Mr Nott.”
“Ta Ta For Now!” Flees said cheerfully, waving as he left the room and shut it with a bang.
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Three down, only one more to go.
Who of you out there haven’t treated your progeny as you should?
Tick tock.
See ya later
The Silent Killers
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“Right so this is the last one. Seamus why did you want to come?”
“Hey! I learnt very hard to learn some elemental magic just so that I could come.”
“Yeah Finnegan. You make a dog ugly water demon.”
“Oi Malfoy. At least I can actually do the spells.”
“Will you two shut up!”
“Why did you want to come though Seamus?”
“I told you Harry. I was bored watching CSI. No offence. It’s great and all, but everytime I lust after Greg then you growl at me and if I lust after Warrick then Dean curses me.”
“Ah. Fair enough then. Was there another reason?”
“Yeah. I wanted to see what the Malignant Bulldozers family looks like. I mean to have spawned her is either scary or impressive. I’m not decided yet.”
“Trust me Finnegan. When you see her mother, you’ll be impressed.”
“Is that so? Why’d ya say that?”
“She is the tiniest thing ever.”
“Look can we get a move on?” Flees finally said with a sigh.
“Oh yeah, sorry. So Draco is again going to get Malignant-“
“Millicent.”
“Sorry Millicent and we are going to get the parents.”
“Seamus, we aren’t going to get the parents. We will be burning them to the ground.”
“Right. Can I drown one or something.”
“Yeah sure whatever. Can we go now?” Flees said, walking out of the room and leaving them with no choice but to follow.
“Clearly we are. Right I’ll wait for the signal again then Ice.”
“Sure thing Smokes. I’ll see you later then.” Draco said, grabbing Harry before he walked off and kissing him.
“Right. Well. Erm...” Harry said once he had pulled away from Draco and had breathed in enough air. Flees snickered and walked up to Harry and pulled him away from where he was leaning against Draco.
“Come on you. We’ll be back in a bit. You go and fetch scary bulldozer.” Flees said, making Draco glare at him and Seamus to snicker into the back of his hand.
“You haven’t even seen her! She’s lost some weight!”
“Yeah yeah. Off you go.” Flees said, waving him off, much to Draco’s consternation. Draco huffed and then walked off in the opposite direction to the others.
“How come they always have rooms in the opposite sides of the house?” Harry questioned as they walked off.
“Dunno. So that the parents can believe their children are all sugar and sweet?”
“Doubt it. These are Death Eaters we’re talking about.” Seamus deadpanned, making Harry snicker.
“Huh that was quick.”
“What was quick?”
“Draco just sent me the signal. Right well looks like we don’t have to wait around once we get there.”
“It has been scarily easy don’t you think.” Flees muttered as they walked through the dark hallway on their way to the master suite.
“Huh. You do have a point. You may have also jinxed us.”
“Doubt it somehow. Death Eaters haven’t exactly struck me as intelligent.” Flees pointed out dully, making Seamus grin inanely.
“Point. Well here we are.” Harry said, stopping in front of a set of extravagant double doors.
“Whatever gave you that impression.” Flees asked sullenly.
“Right so then do your thing Flees.” Harry said, rolling his eyes at the excitement Flees suddenly showed.
“What do you mean?” Seamus whispered to Harry, watching a clearly excited Flees warily.
“You’ll see.” Harry said, and then Flees grinned at them evilly and kicked the door open.
“SHIT!” Flees exclaimed as he walked into the room. Harry and Seamus ran in after him and then sniggered. On the bed were a shocked Mr and Mrs Bulstrode having sex. Well at least they were.
“Well that makes it a second time. At least there are only the two of them this time.” Harry pointed out between his sniggers.
“I think we should rethink our decision of coming at this time.” Flees grumbled, making Harry grin at him and then turned to look at the shocked pair of Death Eaters.
“Hello. Let me introduce myself and my companions. I am the Silent Killer and so are these two. Please don’t let your soon to be lack of need of oxygen stop you.” Harry said, waving a hand at the two who were now trying to cover themselves over with the sheet.
“What do you want? If you want my daughter she’s not here.”
“Oh don’t worry. We’ve already got your daughter.” Flees said darkly, grinning maniacally at them.
“Yep. We’ve come for you two now.” Seamus pointed out, stepping up behind Harry.
“Indeed. You my kind sir and madam have been weighed against the famed feather and coal and have been found wanting.”
“SO you know what that means?” Flees asked, grinning even wider when the o in front of them shook their heads in fear.
“You’ll be meeting some friends in hell. Nighty night.” And with that Harry set fire to them, not even bothering with torture and just wanting to go home. He was a tweak tired.
“Right well. Lets be off then.” Flees said cheerfully, leading the way out of the room and ignoring the dying screams coming from the two Death Eaters behind them.
“Okay then. Lets go.” Seamus said quietly, still getting over the fact that he had just been an accomplice to murder.
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Well that’s all folks.
Until next time Tom
TTFN
The Silent Killers
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“Honey! We’re home!!!” Harry yelled once they had apparated into the house. Thundering footsteps announced the arrival of everyone else in the house.
“Hey hey! You all got home safely.” Pansy said, smiling widely as she walked into the living room.
“Damn, I don’t have enough Laz-E-Boys.’ Harry muttered, looking around as the twins, Neville, Draco and Dean occupied the only ones he had.
“Buy some more then Potter.” Blaise drawled, making Draco smirk and then look at Harry innocently when he glared at him.
“So... why’d you rescue poor dracie-poo?” Pansy asked, smirking and moving over to stand behind Draco.
Harry raised an eyebrow at Draco, who seemed determined not to meet Harry’s piercing gaze.
“Why my miss Parkinson, you mean to tell me that he hasn’t said anything?” Harry questioned, ignoring the snickering coming from the twins and Dean and the curious looks coming from the Slytherin’s, instead glaring at Draco.
“No. Why, is it interesting?”
“Why haven’t you told them Draco? Are you ashamed?” Harry asked, making those in the know, wince in sympathy for the unfortunate blond.
“Of course not Harry! I thought you would have wanted me to wait and tell them when you are here!” Draco said, standing up from the chair and moving over to a glaring Harry and standing in front of him. Now his begging would possibly have worked a bit more had his height not made Harry look up at him.
“Hmm. I bet. Well you can tell them now. I’m going to bed. You can sleep on the sofa. Pansy and Millicent will have to share the lilac room I’m afraid. Fred, George. You know where your rooms are. Theo, you can have the orange room and Blaise, you can have the Red room. I’m afraid I don’t have enough for everyone on the second floor.” Harry said sheepishly, before turning and walking out of the room.
“Erm... am I the only one lost?” Pansy asked, looking at Draco in confusion.
“Ah that would be me as well.” Blaise said, grinning timidly.
“Ditto.” Theo admitted and Millicent nodded her agreement from next to him.
“Well we’re not, but we are enjoying watching Draco squirm, so don’t mind us.” Neville said, showing a rare amount of backbone as he grinned at a glaring Draco.
“Well as amusing as this is. I believe Draco has an angry mate to calm down. Trust me, angry fire demons are the worst.” Salazar announced, walking into his frame, followed by a sniggering Phineas.
“Mate?”
“Ah. Thanks Salazar. Yeah. Harry and I are mates. We will also need your help in coming up with a reason for us to share a room at Hogwarts without givng away what we are.”
“Oh that’s simple. Tell them that you married in the summer and that you had been seeing each other all through sixth year. T would explain Harry’s change in attitude after Christmas.” Dean said simply, making everyone else in the room gape at him. “What?”
“We are all just amazed that you came up with that all by yourself and that you made it sound so simple.” Seamus admitted, getting a nod from Neville.
“It is a good idea though.” Pansy said, moving to sit in the vacant seat.
“Hmm. I agree. Also practically true. We can get Griphook to get us the legal documents or something. Well I have some apologising to do.” Draco said, before leaving the room and the others to gape at him.
“Er... strange question, but how many floors does this house have?”
“Three I think. Though there might be a basement. I don’t know. You’d have to ask Harry.” Dean said, shrugging and ignoring the shocked expressions on the Slytherin’s faces.
“You mean, we all have bedrooms on the top floor?” Blaise said, looking at the Gryffindor’s in shock.
“It would seem that my master holds you all in high regard. Perhaps you should make an effort and help him and his mate in their endeavour.” Flees drawled from his place in the corner of the room.
“Who are you?” Theo asked curiously, looking at Flees and taking in the ears. “Actually. What are you?”
“I am Mr Mistoffelees the Anthrofeline and I am Harry’s familiar and protector.” Flees said, with just a small touch of self importance.
“Dear god. This year is going to be exciting.” Pansy muttered. Getting nods of agreement from everyone else in the room.
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“Okay so we’re all your demonic buddies from Tartarus? How are they going believe that?” Pansy asked, tugging a lock of blonde and white hair and then looking at a glamourless Harry Potter.
“Well they didn’t question Neville. So maybe they won’t question you lot. Look, you want to go shopping don’t you?”
“Yes, but everyone knows that the Silent Killers kidnapped us Potter. Why do we need to be in glamour?” Blaise pointed out, flicking a piece of green hair out of his eyes.
“You have a point. Fine. How about if you four don’t go as demons and only myself, Draco and the rest of the Gryffs do. Fred, George. Did you want to be demons or do you need to return to the shop?”
“We need to return to the shop really. Come in and see us though.” Fred answered, making George nod in agreement.
“Fine then. Okay so the four Slytherin’s are going to be accompanied by five demons. Maybe Draco should go as himself.” Harry mused.
“Yes but then Smokey would be seen without Ice. Something that hasn’t yet occurred since they found each other.” Flees pointed out, still sulking as he had been refused when he asked if he could be a demon instead.
“Good point. Hmmm. How about Draco, you go as yourself and we make it seem as though Ice is away somewhere important.” Harry said, musingly, scratching his chin in thought.
“You could always mention that he is visiting with Lord Tartarus. It would make them think that you have solid contact with Tartarus and would explain the other demons. They are guards your grandfather sent.” Salazar pointed out from his frame.
“Okay then. Good idea Sal. Right then. You all know you names?” Harry asked, looking at the three newly established ‘demons’
“Indeed we do. Nev is Veggie-boy or Jacques. Dean is Fart-boy or Geoff and I am the ever amazing hydro! Also known as Dmitri.” Seamus said, making the rest snigger into their hands at Neville and Dean’s expressions.
“Well you got the normal names right, but the nicknames aren’t quite there.” Harry pointed out.
“Well I don’t want to be called Flipper!” Seamus said with a sulk, making Dean (the one who came up with it) snicker.
“Tough. We decided on the names, you can’t change it now.” Draco said, before placing his glamour over himself and standing next to the Slytherin’s who were now looking like themselves.
“Okay, so we’re all ready? Off we go then.” And they all disappeared in a flash of smoke, fire, weeds, wind and then doused down with water. It left a bit of a mess in the hallway and one hell of a pissed off House Elf.
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“What do we need?” Harry asked, once they had appeared in much the same manner as they had left.
“I need a fricking hair dryer. Thanks Flipper.” Dean muttered, sending small gusts of warm air on his clothes and to everyone else who looked a bit soggy.
“Thank you Fart-boy. Well shall we head to Madam Malkin’s first? I am assuming that the Slytherin’s need books and robes and stuff for school.” Harry said casually, making everyone look at him.
“Why don’t we head to Gringotts first. Then those of us that need to, can get out accounts into order and those that don’t can get some money.” Theodore drawled.
“Theo has a point. I need to get the master key, as does Blaise, Milly and Theo.” Pansy stated carefully, noticing the sour face that Draco was sporting.
“What about Draco?” Blaise asked carefully, glancing at Draco warily.
“I can take some out of Har’s vaults.” Draco said tightly, making Harry smirk internally.
“Why didn’t they come?” Pansy enquired, noticing an Order member stalking them, as they all walked towards Gringotts.
“Because I have no idea where they live and only you five are privy to that information. Come on, we have to get going. Ice will be back later on tonight and I want to be back before him.” Harry stated once they had entered the large bank.
“Right. Well I’ll go to Har’s vault. He gave me the key. Shall we all meet up out here in say fifteen minutes?” Draco asked, pulling a familiar looking key out of his pocket, pretending not to notice the gasp coming from the Order member.
“Sure thing. Meet you all back here in fifteen then. Come my fellow demonic friends. My Grandfather has given me the key to his main vault. We can get some money out of there and just look around. I need to visit my father before we leave Diagon though.” Harry called out to the departing backs of the Slytherin’s who all did a very good job of hiding their confusion and pretending they knew what the bloody hell he meant. James Potter died didn’t he?
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“Ah, I had wondered if you would be coming n at some point this week.” Ollivander stated, smiling widely at the odd group that walked in later that day.
“Hey Pops. We came in to say hello and to get Draco a replacement wand.” Harry said, motioning to the shocked looking Slytherin, who recovered and nodded quickly, getting a piercing look and then a smile from Ollivander.
“Indeed. Well let’s see then shall we.” Ollivander murmured, looking through his rack of wands and then pulling out one of the slim black boxes. “Try this one. Oak and Dragon-heartstring.” He handed the wand over to the blond and then snatched it straight back before Draco even had a chance to wave it.
“Er..”
“No no. Not the right wand. It is the right core however. So at least we have something to work with now. Try this one. Yew. Quite swishy.” Ollivander said, handing out a pale wand to Draco.
Draco took the wand and gave it a wave, snickering when Blaise had to duck as a box above him threw itself to the ground. “I don’t think that’s the one either.” Draco said, handing the wand back over to Ollivander, who tutted and shook his head.
“I do enjoy a challenge. Okay then. Try... this one. Holly. Very good for charms.” Ollivander said, glancing at Harry briefly before handing over the wand.
Draco waved the wand lazily, and then smiled as white and silver sparks shot out of the end.
“Ah wonderful! That would seem to fit you perfectly. Well then Mr Malfoy-“
“Malfoy-Black.”
“Ah, right. Well Mr Malfoy-Black that will be eight galleons then please.” Ollivander said, smiling at him and then turning to face Harry once Draco had paid him. “Should I be expecting to see you again sometime this summer?”
Harry smiled innocently, “Of course you will! I have a Poker night planned!”
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“Order! Can we please have Order! I call this meeting of the Order to er... order.” Dumbledore said, ignoring the snickers coming from the less than faithful members of the group. Not that Dumbledore knew they were more faithful to his wayward saviour.
“Okay then. What have you got to report?” Dumbledore asked, once everyone had stopped laughing and talking.
“We followed Smokey around Diagon Alley once we got there after the report that they were there.” Moody said gruffly.
“And?”
“The missing Slytherin’s were with them. Messrs Malfoy, Zabini and Nott and Misses Parkinson and Bulstrode. It would seem our assumptions that the Silent Killers had taken them were incorrect.” Belinda said, making several of the members look t her to see if she was serious, or if she really was that dense.
“Er... doesn’t this just prove that the demons are the Silent Killers?” Severus pointed out dryly, getting a round of sniggers from those in the know.
“Severus does have a point. Now. Was there anything else to note? What did they do? Where did they go?” Dumbledore asked.
“Well the first shock was when they went to Gringotts. It would seem that the Slytherin’s are not staying with the Demons. They are staying with Mr Potter.”
“What! Harry wouldn’t let Slytherin’s live with him!” Ron exclaimed, making many wonder why he and Hermione were again at another meeting.
“Well that is not all. It would seem that Young Mr Malfoy has access to his vault. Though we did not find out why.” Moody added gruffly, getting shocked gasps from everyone in the room, genuine or not.
“We shall have to ask Mr Potter once he returns to school. Now did anything else happen?”
“Well they went shopping, they got all their school equipment and they also went into a jewellery shop for some reason, where Mr Malfoy bought a ring it is believed. Lastly they went into Ollivander’s again, where we assume Smokey had to see his father. They didn’t stay in there for long and soon after they all left.” Shacklebolt reported, getting a nod from Dumbledore.
“Ah, we shall maybe find out why he bought it. It could have just been something he picked up for Mr Potter. Was there anything else?”
“There was one thing.” Moody noted, gaining everyone’s attention.
“Yes?”
“Ice wasn’t with them.”
“Oh? Smokey was allowed out on his own without his mate?”
“During the day, several things were mentioned, including the fact that Ice was visiting Smokey’s Grandfather, Lord Tartarus.”
“Which would mean that they are in contact with Tartarus and the demons there. Of course we already thought this might be the case, after meeting with the young Earth Demon.” Dumbledore said with a nod “I assume that he was there with Smokey.”
“Yes, along with two other demons. Air and Water. We thought that Tartarus possibly made them guard over his heir.” Shacklebolt added, getting an agreeing nod from Dumbledore and Moody.
“Right, well that is both worrying and informative. Well we shall have to keep an eye on them. Has anyone heard from Mr Potter? The fact that he is in communication with others but not us, is slightly worrying.”
“What about the Slytherins’! Why is he staying with them!” Ron shouted, making Hermione roll her eyes and many people around the table to groan.
“I cannot tell you that Mr Weasley. You will have to ask him that himself. I am sure that we would all like to know.” Dumbledore said calmingly. “Well if that is all we have to say. Severus, have you heard anything form Voldemort?”
“No. He is still pondering on how to get the Fire Demon to join him. I believe that it is because of this, he is considering another raid, though where and when I have not been privy to know. He is also getting increasingly agitated at the death of his Death Eaters via the Silent Killers.” Severus said, wincing slightly in memory of a cranky Dark Lord. Man those Crucio’s didn’t hurt less the more you got exposed to them.
“Thank you Severus. Shall we depart and say another meeting tomorrow at the same time?” Dumbledore said, getting nods of agreement from everyone as they stood up and left the room.
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Poker Night!!!
My house, Nine O’Clock, 31st August.
Be there or be square!!
See you Then
HJPB
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“So you all understand how to play?” Harry asked the Slytherin’s, getting nods from all of them. “Good. Any questions?”
“Why would anyone want to recklessly gamble away their money?” Pansy asked, looking at the specially set out table in disgust.
“Have you not been paying attention to CSI!! Everyone knows that it is the thrill of almost losing all your money, only to gain it back, if not more!” Harry said, looking at Pansy in shock.
“Yeah I’ve been watching CSI. I watched the episode where that guy killed himself because he lost everything. So I ask. Why?”
“Oh fine. I don’t know. It’s a chance to get to know people and to learn how to think ahead?” Harry said, shrugging and ignoring the sniggering coming from Blaise and Theo.
“Who exactly is coming tonight?” Draco asked, seeing a potential argument and ending it before it got messy.
“Ah just a couple of people I know.” Harry said off handedly.
“Right.” Draco said slowly, narrowing his eyes but before he could ask anything else, the doorbell rang and Harry grinned widely before running off.
“No, let me open the door Squiffy!” Everyone in the newly named ‘Billiard Room’ sniggered as they heard Harry arguing with the head House Elf.
“Masters should be letting Squiffy to do his jobs.”
“Yeah yeah. Just let me open the door, yeah?”
“Fine.”
“Thank you! I’ll make sure to make a mess in my room or something.”
“Master mustn’t make promises he won’t be keepings.”
“Yeah sure. Come in! Didn’t think you would be coming. You know if they are coming from Hogwarts?” Those listening didn’t hear the muffled reply and all shot back to their seats when the door opened and Harry walked back in, being followed closely by two Goblin’s and Ollivander.
“Guys, this is Griphook, my account manager and Rockbrook, Griphooks good friend and my lawyer. Of course, you all know Ollivander.” Harry added, leading them in the room and introducing the shocked students to the newcomers.
“So then Potter. Are you ready to lose?” Rockbrook asked with an evil smirk. Harry returned the smirk and made many in the room shudder.
“When have you ever known me to lose? Besides that time when I was a bit low? Which I’m not. Oh! Thank you for those documents by the way.”
“Ah, it was nothing. I enjoy confusing the Wizarding world. And you would be Mr Malfoy-Black I would assume?” Rockbrook said, walking over to Draco, who nodded and shook his hand. Harry watched them with amusement as Draco consciensly struggled with himself not to make an derisive comments.
“Where’s Flees?” Ollivander enquired, walking over to Harry.
“He doesn’t like Poker and has no Vault of his own. He’s in the Living Room watching CSI with Sal and Phineas.”
“Ah. Well I suppose that is a good thing then. I am amazaed he let you out of his sight though.” Ollivander said, making Harry scowl at him, he opened his mouth to respond but had to leave the room quickly when he heard the doorbell go again.
“Be back in a minute.” Harry walked out of the room and headed for the front door, smiling widely when he saw Bill, Charlie, Tonks and the Twins on the doorstep.
“Hey! Come in. Rockbrook, Griphook and Ollivander are already here.” Harry said, waving them in the door.
“Cool. Are the Slyth’s and Gryff’s here as well?” Tonks asked, banishing her cloak to the cupboard.
“Yep. Though the Slyth’s have never played it before with money. Oh that reminds me!” Harry said as he lead them into the main room and looked at Griphook. “Did you bring everyone’s withdrawal bags?”
Griphook turned from his conversation with Theo and Blaise and lifted an eyebrow, “Have you ever known me to forget? I asked Ragnock if the students here could have one for the night also, he said yes, and he was sorry that he couldn’t make it, but he had other matters to attend to.”
“Wait wait wait. You mean you managed to get us all withdrawal bags? How much will we be charged?” Pansy asked, looking at the goblin suspiciously.
“Nothing Miss Parkinson. This is a favour from Gringotts to a friend of the bank. Harry is a valued friend and customer, thus the offer is extended to his friends. Though they will only last for tonight and you have a limit of a thousand galleons. You whisper how you want to take it out, for example, we normally start with sickles and move up to galleons later on in the night. So just whisper sickle and how ever much you need.”
“Right. So you like Harry and we get a withdrawal bag for the night? What about Draco?”
“Ah, well we may have illegally connected yours to the Malfoy vault, Mr Malfoy.” Rockbrook picked up, grinning evilly to Draco, who grinned back. The doorbell rang then and Harry ran out of the room, exclaiming loudly when he opened the door. The students in the room listened intently to try and work out who it was and then gaped when the door opened and Remus, Severus and Firenze walked in.
“Snape!” Neville exclaimed, before quickly covering his mouth and ducking behind Millicent.
“Professor Snape! We didn’t expect to see you here sir.” Blaise said, once he had gotten over his shock.
“Ah, Harry did manage to get you all out then. Good good. Well this is my first Poker night, so I had better win something.” Snape said, glaring at a grinning Harry.
“Win sir? Where did you learn that word? It certainly wasn’t from me last year. If I remember correctly, you didn’t win once.”
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“Haha! I win again!” Harry exclaimed, dragging all the money towards him and placing it into neat little piles in front of him.
The Poker night had been going on now for almost two hours and Harry had not lost once. In fact, he had won every single deal. Already all the Slytherin’s, Draco included, had backed out, seeing some serious competition. Seamus, Ollivander, Remus, Charlie and George had also backed out.
“This is so not fair.” Dean muttered to Firenze, who nodded in agreement, looking as put out as the Gryffindor.
“Well I don’t have anymore money, so I’m out.” Bill grumbled, throwing down his cards in front of him.
“Aww come on! Well at least there is still eight of us. So Texas Hold’em?”
“Sure, why not. Who’s the dealer? I’m not trusting Harry anymore.” Severus grumbled, looking at his small pile of money. He had actually managed to win some during a game that Harry hadn’t joined in. Having to calm down a hysterical House elf instead.
“Okay choke, I’ll deal.” Remus said, taking the cards of Harry and shuffling them and then dealing them out. “Okay place your bets.”
“Two galleons.” Harry said, placing down the money in the centre of the table.
“I see your two galleons.” Severus said, throwing the two gold coins into the centre table. Everyone around the table followed and Remus flipped over the first card.
“Jack of Spades.” Remus said once the card had been flipped. Everyone checked their cards again and the betting started up.
“Ten Galleons.” Harry stated, placing a pile of gold coins into the centre.
“I see your ten galleons and raise it five.” Severus said, smirking at Harry darkly. Surely he couldn’t lose with the hand he had.
“Fifteen galleons.” Neville said, seeing the bet and placing it into the centre.
“I fold.” Dean said, throwing his cards into the middle of the table.
“Ditto. I have a crap hand.” Fred grumbled, also throwing his cards onto the money.
“Fifteen galleons.” Firenze said, placing them into the pot.
“I see your fifteen galleons and raise it by ten.” Griphook said, pushing the pile into the centre.
“I fold.” Rockbrook said, glaring at his fellow Goblin. Remus snickered and then flipped over a second card.
“Ooh. Eight of Hearts.”
“Twenty Galleons.” Harry said, pushing it into the pot.
“Twenty Galleons.” Severus said, also pushing the money into the pot.
“I fold.” Neville said, throwing his cards onto the pile and moving to stand with the others.
“I fold.” Firenze said, throwing his cards into the centre.
“As do I.” Griphook grumbled.
Remus grinned as Severus and Harry glared at one another and flipped over another card.
“Ace of Spades.”
“Ten Galleons.”
“Ten Galleons.”
“Jack of Diamonds” Remus said once he had flipped over the fourth card.
“Thirty Galleons.” Severus glared at the impertinent whelp across from him.
“Thirty Galleons.”
“Five of Hearts.” Remus said, flipping over the fifth and final card. “Final bets.”
“One hundred and fifty Galleons.”
“Whelp. I see you bet and raise it by fifty.”
“I see you fifty and raise you another hundred.”
“I see it.”
“Final bets? Anymore?” Remus asked, looking at Harry, who narrowed his eyes at Severus calculatingly.
“Everything, which is,” Harry counted his galleons in front of him and then pushed it forward into the pot. “Eight hundred and seventy three galleons.”
“I see your bet.”
“Show your cards please gentlemen.” Remus said and watched as Severus flipped his cards over and smirked at Harry.
“Two pair.”
Harry smirked back and flipped his cards over. The damned whelp had the other two Jacks.
“Goddammit! How do you in every time?” Severus said, slamming his head down on the table as Harry chuckled and dragged the money in front of him and into his withdrawal bag.
“I’m just that good Sevvie.” Harry said with a smirk, leaning into Draco, when he came over and hugged him.
“Hmph. Well I am knackered. I will be seeing you lot tomorrow at school. The rest of you, I will see at some point during the year. Probably Christmas.” Severus said, nodding to everyone and then leaving, Firenze and Remus following him after saying their goodbyes.
“Well I will have to agree with them, it is getting late. I will be seeing you around at some point. Night night.” Ollivander said. Slowly everyone left, leaving the students and the Twins behind.
“So then. It was an eventful night.” Harry said, grinning at the glares sent his way by most of them.
“Yeah for you maybe. You have so got to tell me how you do it.” Pansy said, half glaring and half looking at him with admiration.
“Ah that is a secret my dear. Well I’m off to bed. We have to be up early in the morning to pack and go to Kings Cross in time.” Harry said with a yawn, before leaving the room, Draco close behind him.
“Yeah, I bet they’re going to sleep.” Blaise muttered, getting sniggers from everyone else.
“Well I don’t know about anyone else. But I really am going to go to bed. Night.” Pansy said. Everyone nodded and soon the ‘Billiard Room’ was empty.
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Chapter Nine - Too Tough to Die
“Okay so I’ll go search for their parents and you find Pansy.” Harry whispered once all three had all appeared in an empty room. It was the one that Draco had told them was his room when he stayed over.
“Well that shouldn’t be too hard. Pansy’s room is just down the hall from here.”
“Ah, so one question. Mrs Parkinson? Is she a Death Eater or not?” Harry asked walking to the door to leave with Flees close behind and pausing just before leaving.
“Not that I ever knew of. Pansy never mentioned that she was if she was one.” Draco said with a shrug.
“Right, so bring Pansy back in here, and we will bring Mr Parkinson. Pansy can decide his fate.” Flees said, nudging Harry out of the door.
“You weren’t joking about giving them the choice then?” Draco asked, looking at the two killers in shock.
“Nope. They get the choice, and we seem mercenary. Now, put your gloves on and we can leave.” Harry said, motioning for Draco and Flees to put the gloves he had given them before they left, on.
“Why are we wearing gloves inside again?” Draco asked, making Flees roll his eyes discreetly but still put his gloves on.
“Epithelials! Finger prints as well! You never know what we will leave behind. We cannot be connected to this crime by any means.” Harry whispered, looking around him in paranoia.
“Oh for the love of the sweet Athena. Smokey! Grissom doesn’t exist! There is no such thing as forensics in the wizarding world! Let it go or we will ban you from watching CSI until next summer.” Flees said, ignoring the shocked look he got form Draco.
“You wouldn’t.” Harry hissed, looking at his familiar in betrayal.
“I would. I think this little obsession has gone too far.” Flees said nonchalantly, ignoring the ominous glowing of Harry’s hands.
“Er... he’s only joking Smokes. I wouldn’t let him. For one thing I quite like CSI as well and another, Slinky would bite him if he couldn’t drool over Warrick.” Draco pointed out, almost musingly. Flees looked at him, scandalised and with a touch of betrayal in his eyes.
“How dare you! Why would you snipe to that over grown draft excluder about me?”
“Oi that’s my familiar you’re talking about!”
“See! He sticks up for his familiar!”
“Yes well he’s just perfect little goody goody isn’t he?”
“You’re just making enemies with everyone aren’t you Smokes?”
“Oh shut up. The point is, if we do burn this place to the ground, the muggles will be able to see it and thus it will become a muggle crime scene. My fingerprints are in the muggle files and thus they will come looking for me.”
“Damn. The smoke demon has a point. Fine. We’ll wear the gloves if only to make you happy. Lets go and get Pansy and her dick of a father.” Flees said, walking out of the door and down the hallway to where Draco’s crude but accurate blueprints of the Parkinson’s Manor house told him that the main staircase was. Harry watched him go, quickly ran over to Draco to give him a kiss on the cheek and then ran after his familiar.
“Flees, wait up.” Harry hissed once he had caught up with his wayward familiar.
“Well you were taking to long. Come on then. Little Lord Fauntleroy will have found his princess by the time we actually get to the damned parlour room.
“Why do you think he will be there? And don’t call him that.”
“Well he acts like it. And I suppose he will be there because he might want to unwind after a strenuous raid.”
“Heh, would be amusing if it turns out that we had killed him in that raid on Diagon a couple of weeks back.”
“Yeah but why did Pansy ask for help if we had?”
“You have a point. Come on then lets get this over with.” Flees whispered as they finally reached the Parlour room doors and then swung them open in a dramatic manner that made Harry role his eyes and mutter about subterfuge and failing under his breath.
“Who the hell are you?” Parkinson yelled, jumping up from his seat and pointing his wand at the two intruders.
“Language Mr Parkinson. If you would kindly come with us, we have something to ask fo you and your daughter.” Harry said, summoning Parkinson’s wand over to him easily and pocketing it for safe keeping.
“You have my daughter? Who are you?” Parkinson demanded once moe, though with less conviction seeing as he didn’t actually have his wand anymore.
“Sorry, have we not introduced ourselves?” Flees asked cheerfully. Making Harry roll his eyes and groan.
“Oh god not again.”
“We are the magnificent-“
“You asked for it.” Harry whispered to Parkinson, who looked at Harry in shock before turning his attention back to Flees.
“Splediferous. Tremendous-“
“This could go on for a while now. You may as well sit back down.”
“Fabulous-“
“I knew I shouldn’t have let him read that thesaurus. He’ll finish eventually. I wouldn’t worry, your daughter is completely safe until you get into the room anyways.”
“Marvellous-“
“At least we’re onto the ‘m’s now.”
“He started with an M” Parkinson pointed out, making Harry groan again and receive a glare from Flees.
“Fine! We’re the boring Silent Killers who can’t even take the time to make their introduction at least a bit dramatic and theatrical.” Flees inished off, hissing at Harry when he sniggered behind his hand.
“Come on then Mr Parkinson. Up you get. You’ve a judgement to receive. Please be quiet also, I would so hate to have to kill your wife for no reason.”
“Why aren’t you going to kill me wife?”
“Er.. do you want us to?”
“Well no, I just wondered why.”
“Well out informant said that she wasn;t involved with Voldemort.”
“Not involved with the Dark Lord? You have to be kidding me right? She’s a WAG.”
“Pardon?” Harry deadpanned, stopping in their journey up the stairs to the meeting room.
“A WAG. Wife And Girlfriend of a Death Eater. Narcissa Malfoy leads them and they go shopping, socialise with the elite and hold parties every month. They take a draw to see who hosts it.” Parkinson informed the completely horrified yet strangely interested pair.
“Dear god. Fine whatever. We’ll burn her down with the rest of the house then. That’s fine with me. Now lets be off with you.” Harry said, shaking his head resignedly and then giving Parkinson a shove up the stairs.
“You ought to know by the way, that I’m a Lord.” Parkinson added once they were at the top of the stairs.
“Yeah well I’m the bloody queen of Sheba but you don’t see me getting all worked up about it, do you?” Flees hissed, getting increasingly agitated and wishing that they could just burn him now.
“Well I don’t suppose you would. Where is that going to get you in society, besides a couple of rather funny looks if a do say so myself.” Parkinson said, yelping in pain when Flees got a bit too agitated and clawed him.
“Thank fuck for that! Come on, in you get!” Flees exclaimed once they got to the door.
“Language Flees!” Harry admonished, walking into the room to see Draco standing there with a smirk on his face that suggested he had heard at least part of the conversation and Pansy standing next to him smiling widely.
“Pansy! Have they done anything to you? I must say, this is not how I expected royalty to act, even if they don’t look very feminine.”
“Oh for the- I am not a queen you freak! It was an expression! Sheba doesn’t even exist anymore! It’s called Yemen!” Flees yelled, making Parkinson flinch back and Harry to snigger into his hand.
“Right well. The point of this little gathering is this. Pansy, you want him to live with severe burning or die?” Harry asked finally, once he could trust himself not to burst into giggles in Flees face.
“Oh I don’t really mind. Let me go away with Ice here and you can decide. I don’t really want his death on my hands. Thank you though. Word of advice. Just leave the decision to yourself with the others as well. Guilt gets a bit too messy.” Pansy said, inspecting her finger nails and ignoring the horrified gasp coming from her father.
“Right you are. We’ll meet you back at the manor then. The twins should be there by now, but if not they won’t be long.” Harry said. Draco nodded and then held onto Pansy as they both disappeared with a wet splash.
“Well then Mr Parkinson. Looks like you’re about to become another statistic in the killings of the Silent Killers. Nighty night.” Flees said, smirking sadistically before setting fire to the former Death Eater and then walking out of the room, Harry following him.
‘Think we should burn the house down?”
“Sure why not. He’ll start it anyways, but we can always give him a helping hand. Have you set up the anti-apparition wards so that Mrs Parkinson can’t leave?”
“Yep. She’ll sleep through it anyways I bet.”
“Yeah I bet the smoke will kill her before the fire. Come on then. We have a message to leave.”
“That we do.”
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Death Eaters,
One down three to go.
Your children aren’t loyal anymore.
Cheers all the best
The Silent Killers.
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“Okay, so we have to take this approach a little differently. Pansy has already told us not to give him the choice so here’s the plan. Draco you go to Blaise. Tell him what you want and then splash him out of here before me and Flees burn this place to the ground.”
“It’s more grammatically correct if you say Flees and I.”
“He has a point and I resent the ‘splash out’ remark, even if it is true.”
“Fine fine. Whatever. Can we go through with it now?”
“Sure thing. Lets hurry it up before the Parkinson’s are found and they begin to expect us.”
“They shouldn’t find the Parkinson’s before the wards fall.”
“Yeah but how long do we have before that happens?”
“Dunno. You have a point then. Lets go. See you in a bit then.”
“Yep. Be careful.”
“Aren’t I always.”
“Well no. Flees look out for him!”
“It is my job. Come on Smokey. Lets get going.”
“Okay then.” And with that all three left the room and headed to their assigned rooms. Harry and Flees heading for the Master bedroom.
“So, think they will be asleep or getting jiggy with it?” Flees asked once Draco was out of earshot.
“Oh god. Lets hope not.” Harry said with a shudder.
“Heh, could be amusing. Just as they reach the climax we can freeze them and then burn them.”
“No, but you do have a good idea there.”
“What waiting for them to orgasm before killing them. It’s a bit of a leeway isn’t it. I mean I realise you would like to think of yourself as a merciful killer but come on.”
“No you stupid fleabag. I meant freezing them and then burning them.”
“Oh. Okay then. Lets do that.”
“Honestly. Stupid animal. What ever gave you the thought in the first place?”
“Well, they’re Italian aren’t they. They are supposed to be really randy.”
“Actually they’re black and English.” Harry deadpanned, receiving a shocked look from Flees.
“Really? With a name like Blaise Zabini I had thought he was Italian. Well it just goes to show.” Flees muttered, making Harry shake his head and then put his finger to his lips once they reached the master bedroom.
“On the count of three or shall we do it your way with guns blazing and shouting everywhere?” Harry whispered.
“Count of three. We still have to wait for Draco’s signal.”
“We received it a while back, whilst you were fantasizing about Mr and Mrs Zabini\s bedroom exploits.” Harry said dully, making Flees blush and then shudder as the full implications of what Harry said registered in his mind.
“I did not fantasize! But if they have already left, then I say my way. Off we go then.” And with that, he kicked the door open and then froze in his spot as he saw what was going on in the bed.
“Huh. Looks like we had actually missed Mrs Pakinson. Seeing as she is here and all.” Harry commented nonchalantly, both intruders having been ignored by the three Death Eaters romping on the bed.
“Well I say fuck the Orgasm. Freeze them now and then burn them.” Flees said, walking into the room fully, still not having been noticed by the three on the bed.
“I believe that is what they are doing. But fine. The freezing is your department my dear.” Harry said, making a sweeping gesture with his hands for Flees to go ahead with it. Flees grinned maniacally and rubbed his hands together before pointing them, palms out, at the three on the bed and freezing them quickly.
Harry walked over to inspect his masterpiece and whistled in appreciation.
“Well one of them must be good, they haven’t even noticed.” He pointed out, raising an eyebrow at the expression on Mr Zabini’s face.
“Huh. Well do you blame Mrs Parkinson. We have just met her husband and what a bore he was.”
“Point. Well lets be off then.” Harry said, casually brushing his hand against the bed linen as he passed and left the room, Flees following him.
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Two down, two more to go.
Looks like this session was rather fun before we interrupted.
Ah well.
You had better be more careful with your followers in the future Tom.
Nighty Night
The Silent Killers
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“Well the Zabini’s were interesting. So do you think we will encounter the same er... problem this time?”
“I shouldn’t think so, seeing as Mrs Nott died about ten years ago. So unless Mr Nott is into Necrophilia.”
“It wouldn’t surprise me.” Flees muttered under his breath before leaving the room with Draco and Harry not far behind.
“Same plan as last time. Just give us the message and we’ll burn them to the ground.”
“Fair enough. See you in a bit then.”
Harry nodded his agreement and once again they went their separate ways. Harry and Flees heading to the Master bedroom as Draco headed for the Heir Suite.
“You know, wizards a pretty pompous really. What with their manors and all.” Flees said casually as they walked towards the master suite.
“I don’t hear you complaining at home.”
“Well yours obviously isn’t as pompous as this.” Flees exclaimed, waving his arms around at the slithering green wallpaper with really silver gilding.
“You do have a point there. Come on. Lets get this finished.” Harry said stopping in front of the master bedroom.
“Think we’ll experience any difficulties?” Flees asked quietly, leaning against the door as they waited for the signal from Draco.
“Dunno really. I mean Nott never really struck me as a livewire. Then again Parkinson never struck me as one to chat so you never know.”
“Never struck you as a livewire? We’re going to kill him! Who wouldn’t turn into a livewire?” Flees asked completely stunned.
“Erm... Parkinson? Zabini?”
“Huh, depends on what you call a livewire with those two.” Flees muttered.
“Well we’re about to find out in any case. Draco’s just given me the signal so let’s be going.”
“Fine fine. I’m still gonna bet on the livewire.”
“Sure. Off we go. Kick the door open. Give him the shock you want to.” Harry sighed, waving his hand distractedly.
Flees grinned widely a him before kicking the door open, shocking the man inside the room as he was in his bed trying to sleep.
“What the bloody hell!”
“Ooh look Flees. He at least change to ‘What the bloody hell!’ Rather British really. Makes a change to ‘Who the hell are you?’” Harry said musingly. Flees gave him a funny look then shrugged and turned his attention to the confused Death Eater who was now searching fruitlessly for his wand. It was a fruitless search because Flees had had the fore thought to summon the wand as soon as he entered the room.
“What are you doing here? What do you want?”
“Well if we tell you that we’re the Silent Killers, will that give you a clue as to what we are here for?” Flees asked musingly, twirling Nott’s wand between his fingers and catching his attention.
“W-why? I have a child! Don’t kill me!” Nott begged, suddenly noticing that it was his wand being twirled.
“Ah no. Sorry we don’t work like that.” Harry said, shaking his finger at the pale Death Eater.
“He’s right. Plus it was your son that decided who we would visit tonight. You haven’t been treating him very well have you Mr Nott.”
“What?”
“Flees has a point. Good old Theodore was the one who wanted out. So we answered his plea so to speak. Goodnight Mr Nott. I hope you find it warm in Hell.” Harry said with a wicked smirk before he summon a large ball of fire and threw it at the curtains, just missing Nott, but close enough to burn him.
Flees took that moment to freeze Nott’s feet to the floor and the two then worked to set fire to a couple of strategically placed (well in their minds) furniture, to ensure that he was, as Harry put it, “well cooked on al sides.”
“Well as much as I would love to stand here and listen to his screams of pain and torture, I think we have a message to leave.” Flees said, as Nott began to beg for mercy and then scream as the first flames licked at his legs.
“Yup. Off we go then. See you in Hell Mr Nott.”
“Ta Ta For Now!” Flees said cheerfully, waving as he left the room and shut it with a bang.
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Three down, only one more to go.
Who of you out there haven’t treated your progeny as you should?
Tick tock.
See ya later
The Silent Killers
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“Right so this is the last one. Seamus why did you want to come?”
“Hey! I learnt very hard to learn some elemental magic just so that I could come.”
“Yeah Finnegan. You make a dog ugly water demon.”
“Oi Malfoy. At least I can actually do the spells.”
“Will you two shut up!”
“Why did you want to come though Seamus?”
“I told you Harry. I was bored watching CSI. No offence. It’s great and all, but everytime I lust after Greg then you growl at me and if I lust after Warrick then Dean curses me.”
“Ah. Fair enough then. Was there another reason?”
“Yeah. I wanted to see what the Malignant Bulldozers family looks like. I mean to have spawned her is either scary or impressive. I’m not decided yet.”
“Trust me Finnegan. When you see her mother, you’ll be impressed.”
“Is that so? Why’d ya say that?”
“She is the tiniest thing ever.”
“Look can we get a move on?” Flees finally said with a sigh.
“Oh yeah, sorry. So Draco is again going to get Malignant-“
“Millicent.”
“Sorry Millicent and we are going to get the parents.”
“Seamus, we aren’t going to get the parents. We will be burning them to the ground.”
“Right. Can I drown one or something.”
“Yeah sure whatever. Can we go now?” Flees said, walking out of the room and leaving them with no choice but to follow.
“Clearly we are. Right I’ll wait for the signal again then Ice.”
“Sure thing Smokes. I’ll see you later then.” Draco said, grabbing Harry before he walked off and kissing him.
“Right. Well. Erm...” Harry said once he had pulled away from Draco and had breathed in enough air. Flees snickered and walked up to Harry and pulled him away from where he was leaning against Draco.
“Come on you. We’ll be back in a bit. You go and fetch scary bulldozer.” Flees said, making Draco glare at him and Seamus to snicker into the back of his hand.
“You haven’t even seen her! She’s lost some weight!”
“Yeah yeah. Off you go.” Flees said, waving him off, much to Draco’s consternation. Draco huffed and then walked off in the opposite direction to the others.
“How come they always have rooms in the opposite sides of the house?” Harry questioned as they walked off.
“Dunno. So that the parents can believe their children are all sugar and sweet?”
“Doubt it. These are Death Eaters we’re talking about.” Seamus deadpanned, making Harry snicker.
“Huh that was quick.”
“What was quick?”
“Draco just sent me the signal. Right well looks like we don’t have to wait around once we get there.”
“It has been scarily easy don’t you think.” Flees muttered as they walked through the dark hallway on their way to the master suite.
“Huh. You do have a point. You may have also jinxed us.”
“Doubt it somehow. Death Eaters haven’t exactly struck me as intelligent.” Flees pointed out dully, making Seamus grin inanely.
“Point. Well here we are.” Harry said, stopping in front of a set of extravagant double doors.
“Whatever gave you that impression.” Flees asked sullenly.
“Right so then do your thing Flees.” Harry said, rolling his eyes at the excitement Flees suddenly showed.
“What do you mean?” Seamus whispered to Harry, watching a clearly excited Flees warily.
“You’ll see.” Harry said, and then Flees grinned at them evilly and kicked the door open.
“SHIT!” Flees exclaimed as he walked into the room. Harry and Seamus ran in after him and then sniggered. On the bed were a shocked Mr and Mrs Bulstrode having sex. Well at least they were.
“Well that makes it a second time. At least there are only the two of them this time.” Harry pointed out between his sniggers.
“I think we should rethink our decision of coming at this time.” Flees grumbled, making Harry grin at him and then turned to look at the shocked pair of Death Eaters.
“Hello. Let me introduce myself and my companions. I am the Silent Killer and so are these two. Please don’t let your soon to be lack of need of oxygen stop you.” Harry said, waving a hand at the two who were now trying to cover themselves over with the sheet.
“What do you want? If you want my daughter she’s not here.”
“Oh don’t worry. We’ve already got your daughter.” Flees said darkly, grinning maniacally at them.
“Yep. We’ve come for you two now.” Seamus pointed out, stepping up behind Harry.
“Indeed. You my kind sir and madam have been weighed against the famed feather and coal and have been found wanting.”
“SO you know what that means?” Flees asked, grinning even wider when the o in front of them shook their heads in fear.
“You’ll be meeting some friends in hell. Nighty night.” And with that Harry set fire to them, not even bothering with torture and just wanting to go home. He was a tweak tired.
“Right well. Lets be off then.” Flees said cheerfully, leading the way out of the room and ignoring the dying screams coming from the two Death Eaters behind them.
“Okay then. Lets go.” Seamus said quietly, still getting over the fact that he had just been an accomplice to murder.
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Well that’s all folks.
Until next time Tom
TTFN
The Silent Killers
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“Honey! We’re home!!!” Harry yelled once they had apparated into the house. Thundering footsteps announced the arrival of everyone else in the house.
“Hey hey! You all got home safely.” Pansy said, smiling widely as she walked into the living room.
“Damn, I don’t have enough Laz-E-Boys.’ Harry muttered, looking around as the twins, Neville, Draco and Dean occupied the only ones he had.
“Buy some more then Potter.” Blaise drawled, making Draco smirk and then look at Harry innocently when he glared at him.
“So... why’d you rescue poor dracie-poo?” Pansy asked, smirking and moving over to stand behind Draco.
Harry raised an eyebrow at Draco, who seemed determined not to meet Harry’s piercing gaze.
“Why my miss Parkinson, you mean to tell me that he hasn’t said anything?” Harry questioned, ignoring the snickering coming from the twins and Dean and the curious looks coming from the Slytherin’s, instead glaring at Draco.
“No. Why, is it interesting?”
“Why haven’t you told them Draco? Are you ashamed?” Harry asked, making those in the know, wince in sympathy for the unfortunate blond.
“Of course not Harry! I thought you would have wanted me to wait and tell them when you are here!” Draco said, standing up from the chair and moving over to a glaring Harry and standing in front of him. Now his begging would possibly have worked a bit more had his height not made Harry look up at him.
“Hmm. I bet. Well you can tell them now. I’m going to bed. You can sleep on the sofa. Pansy and Millicent will have to share the lilac room I’m afraid. Fred, George. You know where your rooms are. Theo, you can have the orange room and Blaise, you can have the Red room. I’m afraid I don’t have enough for everyone on the second floor.” Harry said sheepishly, before turning and walking out of the room.
“Erm... am I the only one lost?” Pansy asked, looking at Draco in confusion.
“Ah that would be me as well.” Blaise said, grinning timidly.
“Ditto.” Theo admitted and Millicent nodded her agreement from next to him.
“Well we’re not, but we are enjoying watching Draco squirm, so don’t mind us.” Neville said, showing a rare amount of backbone as he grinned at a glaring Draco.
“Well as amusing as this is. I believe Draco has an angry mate to calm down. Trust me, angry fire demons are the worst.” Salazar announced, walking into his frame, followed by a sniggering Phineas.
“Mate?”
“Ah. Thanks Salazar. Yeah. Harry and I are mates. We will also need your help in coming up with a reason for us to share a room at Hogwarts without givng away what we are.”
“Oh that’s simple. Tell them that you married in the summer and that you had been seeing each other all through sixth year. T would explain Harry’s change in attitude after Christmas.” Dean said simply, making everyone else in the room gape at him. “What?”
“We are all just amazed that you came up with that all by yourself and that you made it sound so simple.” Seamus admitted, getting a nod from Neville.
“It is a good idea though.” Pansy said, moving to sit in the vacant seat.
“Hmm. I agree. Also practically true. We can get Griphook to get us the legal documents or something. Well I have some apologising to do.” Draco said, before leaving the room and the others to gape at him.
“Er... strange question, but how many floors does this house have?”
“Three I think. Though there might be a basement. I don’t know. You’d have to ask Harry.” Dean said, shrugging and ignoring the shocked expressions on the Slytherin’s faces.
“You mean, we all have bedrooms on the top floor?” Blaise said, looking at the Gryffindor’s in shock.
“It would seem that my master holds you all in high regard. Perhaps you should make an effort and help him and his mate in their endeavour.” Flees drawled from his place in the corner of the room.
“Who are you?” Theo asked curiously, looking at Flees and taking in the ears. “Actually. What are you?”
“I am Mr Mistoffelees the Anthrofeline and I am Harry’s familiar and protector.” Flees said, with just a small touch of self importance.
“Dear god. This year is going to be exciting.” Pansy muttered. Getting nods of agreement from everyone else in the room.
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“Okay so we’re all your demonic buddies from Tartarus? How are they going believe that?” Pansy asked, tugging a lock of blonde and white hair and then looking at a glamourless Harry Potter.
“Well they didn’t question Neville. So maybe they won’t question you lot. Look, you want to go shopping don’t you?”
“Yes, but everyone knows that the Silent Killers kidnapped us Potter. Why do we need to be in glamour?” Blaise pointed out, flicking a piece of green hair out of his eyes.
“You have a point. Fine. How about if you four don’t go as demons and only myself, Draco and the rest of the Gryffs do. Fred, George. Did you want to be demons or do you need to return to the shop?”
“We need to return to the shop really. Come in and see us though.” Fred answered, making George nod in agreement.
“Fine then. Okay so the four Slytherin’s are going to be accompanied by five demons. Maybe Draco should go as himself.” Harry mused.
“Yes but then Smokey would be seen without Ice. Something that hasn’t yet occurred since they found each other.” Flees pointed out, still sulking as he had been refused when he asked if he could be a demon instead.
“Good point. Hmmm. How about Draco, you go as yourself and we make it seem as though Ice is away somewhere important.” Harry said, musingly, scratching his chin in thought.
“You could always mention that he is visiting with Lord Tartarus. It would make them think that you have solid contact with Tartarus and would explain the other demons. They are guards your grandfather sent.” Salazar pointed out from his frame.
“Okay then. Good idea Sal. Right then. You all know you names?” Harry asked, looking at the three newly established ‘demons’
“Indeed we do. Nev is Veggie-boy or Jacques. Dean is Fart-boy or Geoff and I am the ever amazing hydro! Also known as Dmitri.” Seamus said, making the rest snigger into their hands at Neville and Dean’s expressions.
“Well you got the normal names right, but the nicknames aren’t quite there.” Harry pointed out.
“Well I don’t want to be called Flipper!” Seamus said with a sulk, making Dean (the one who came up with it) snicker.
“Tough. We decided on the names, you can’t change it now.” Draco said, before placing his glamour over himself and standing next to the Slytherin’s who were now looking like themselves.
“Okay, so we’re all ready? Off we go then.” And they all disappeared in a flash of smoke, fire, weeds, wind and then doused down with water. It left a bit of a mess in the hallway and one hell of a pissed off House Elf.
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“What do we need?” Harry asked, once they had appeared in much the same manner as they had left.
“I need a fricking hair dryer. Thanks Flipper.” Dean muttered, sending small gusts of warm air on his clothes and to everyone else who looked a bit soggy.
“Thank you Fart-boy. Well shall we head to Madam Malkin’s first? I am assuming that the Slytherin’s need books and robes and stuff for school.” Harry said casually, making everyone look at him.
“Why don’t we head to Gringotts first. Then those of us that need to, can get out accounts into order and those that don’t can get some money.” Theodore drawled.
“Theo has a point. I need to get the master key, as does Blaise, Milly and Theo.” Pansy stated carefully, noticing the sour face that Draco was sporting.
“What about Draco?” Blaise asked carefully, glancing at Draco warily.
“I can take some out of Har’s vaults.” Draco said tightly, making Harry smirk internally.
“Why didn’t they come?” Pansy enquired, noticing an Order member stalking them, as they all walked towards Gringotts.
“Because I have no idea where they live and only you five are privy to that information. Come on, we have to get going. Ice will be back later on tonight and I want to be back before him.” Harry stated once they had entered the large bank.
“Right. Well I’ll go to Har’s vault. He gave me the key. Shall we all meet up out here in say fifteen minutes?” Draco asked, pulling a familiar looking key out of his pocket, pretending not to notice the gasp coming from the Order member.
“Sure thing. Meet you all back here in fifteen then. Come my fellow demonic friends. My Grandfather has given me the key to his main vault. We can get some money out of there and just look around. I need to visit my father before we leave Diagon though.” Harry called out to the departing backs of the Slytherin’s who all did a very good job of hiding their confusion and pretending they knew what the bloody hell he meant. James Potter died didn’t he?
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“Ah, I had wondered if you would be coming n at some point this week.” Ollivander stated, smiling widely at the odd group that walked in later that day.
“Hey Pops. We came in to say hello and to get Draco a replacement wand.” Harry said, motioning to the shocked looking Slytherin, who recovered and nodded quickly, getting a piercing look and then a smile from Ollivander.
“Indeed. Well let’s see then shall we.” Ollivander murmured, looking through his rack of wands and then pulling out one of the slim black boxes. “Try this one. Oak and Dragon-heartstring.” He handed the wand over to the blond and then snatched it straight back before Draco even had a chance to wave it.
“Er..”
“No no. Not the right wand. It is the right core however. So at least we have something to work with now. Try this one. Yew. Quite swishy.” Ollivander said, handing out a pale wand to Draco.
Draco took the wand and gave it a wave, snickering when Blaise had to duck as a box above him threw itself to the ground. “I don’t think that’s the one either.” Draco said, handing the wand back over to Ollivander, who tutted and shook his head.
“I do enjoy a challenge. Okay then. Try... this one. Holly. Very good for charms.” Ollivander said, glancing at Harry briefly before handing over the wand.
Draco waved the wand lazily, and then smiled as white and silver sparks shot out of the end.
“Ah wonderful! That would seem to fit you perfectly. Well then Mr Malfoy-“
“Malfoy-Black.”
“Ah, right. Well Mr Malfoy-Black that will be eight galleons then please.” Ollivander said, smiling at him and then turning to face Harry once Draco had paid him. “Should I be expecting to see you again sometime this summer?”
Harry smiled innocently, “Of course you will! I have a Poker night planned!”
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“Order! Can we please have Order! I call this meeting of the Order to er... order.” Dumbledore said, ignoring the snickers coming from the less than faithful members of the group. Not that Dumbledore knew they were more faithful to his wayward saviour.
“Okay then. What have you got to report?” Dumbledore asked, once everyone had stopped laughing and talking.
“We followed Smokey around Diagon Alley once we got there after the report that they were there.” Moody said gruffly.
“And?”
“The missing Slytherin’s were with them. Messrs Malfoy, Zabini and Nott and Misses Parkinson and Bulstrode. It would seem our assumptions that the Silent Killers had taken them were incorrect.” Belinda said, making several of the members look t her to see if she was serious, or if she really was that dense.
“Er... doesn’t this just prove that the demons are the Silent Killers?” Severus pointed out dryly, getting a round of sniggers from those in the know.
“Severus does have a point. Now. Was there anything else to note? What did they do? Where did they go?” Dumbledore asked.
“Well the first shock was when they went to Gringotts. It would seem that the Slytherin’s are not staying with the Demons. They are staying with Mr Potter.”
“What! Harry wouldn’t let Slytherin’s live with him!” Ron exclaimed, making many wonder why he and Hermione were again at another meeting.
“Well that is not all. It would seem that Young Mr Malfoy has access to his vault. Though we did not find out why.” Moody added gruffly, getting shocked gasps from everyone in the room, genuine or not.
“We shall have to ask Mr Potter once he returns to school. Now did anything else happen?”
“Well they went shopping, they got all their school equipment and they also went into a jewellery shop for some reason, where Mr Malfoy bought a ring it is believed. Lastly they went into Ollivander’s again, where we assume Smokey had to see his father. They didn’t stay in there for long and soon after they all left.” Shacklebolt reported, getting a nod from Dumbledore.
“Ah, we shall maybe find out why he bought it. It could have just been something he picked up for Mr Potter. Was there anything else?”
“There was one thing.” Moody noted, gaining everyone’s attention.
“Yes?”
“Ice wasn’t with them.”
“Oh? Smokey was allowed out on his own without his mate?”
“During the day, several things were mentioned, including the fact that Ice was visiting Smokey’s Grandfather, Lord Tartarus.”
“Which would mean that they are in contact with Tartarus and the demons there. Of course we already thought this might be the case, after meeting with the young Earth Demon.” Dumbledore said with a nod “I assume that he was there with Smokey.”
“Yes, along with two other demons. Air and Water. We thought that Tartarus possibly made them guard over his heir.” Shacklebolt added, getting an agreeing nod from Dumbledore and Moody.
“Right, well that is both worrying and informative. Well we shall have to keep an eye on them. Has anyone heard from Mr Potter? The fact that he is in communication with others but not us, is slightly worrying.”
“What about the Slytherins’! Why is he staying with them!” Ron shouted, making Hermione roll her eyes and many people around the table to groan.
“I cannot tell you that Mr Weasley. You will have to ask him that himself. I am sure that we would all like to know.” Dumbledore said calmingly. “Well if that is all we have to say. Severus, have you heard anything form Voldemort?”
“No. He is still pondering on how to get the Fire Demon to join him. I believe that it is because of this, he is considering another raid, though where and when I have not been privy to know. He is also getting increasingly agitated at the death of his Death Eaters via the Silent Killers.” Severus said, wincing slightly in memory of a cranky Dark Lord. Man those Crucio’s didn’t hurt less the more you got exposed to them.
“Thank you Severus. Shall we depart and say another meeting tomorrow at the same time?” Dumbledore said, getting nods of agreement from everyone as they stood up and left the room.
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Poker Night!!!
My house, Nine O’Clock, 31st August.
Be there or be square!!
See you Then
HJPB
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“So you all understand how to play?” Harry asked the Slytherin’s, getting nods from all of them. “Good. Any questions?”
“Why would anyone want to recklessly gamble away their money?” Pansy asked, looking at the specially set out table in disgust.
“Have you not been paying attention to CSI!! Everyone knows that it is the thrill of almost losing all your money, only to gain it back, if not more!” Harry said, looking at Pansy in shock.
“Yeah I’ve been watching CSI. I watched the episode where that guy killed himself because he lost everything. So I ask. Why?”
“Oh fine. I don’t know. It’s a chance to get to know people and to learn how to think ahead?” Harry said, shrugging and ignoring the sniggering coming from Blaise and Theo.
“Who exactly is coming tonight?” Draco asked, seeing a potential argument and ending it before it got messy.
“Ah just a couple of people I know.” Harry said off handedly.
“Right.” Draco said slowly, narrowing his eyes but before he could ask anything else, the doorbell rang and Harry grinned widely before running off.
“No, let me open the door Squiffy!” Everyone in the newly named ‘Billiard Room’ sniggered as they heard Harry arguing with the head House Elf.
“Masters should be letting Squiffy to do his jobs.”
“Yeah yeah. Just let me open the door, yeah?”
“Fine.”
“Thank you! I’ll make sure to make a mess in my room or something.”
“Master mustn’t make promises he won’t be keepings.”
“Yeah sure. Come in! Didn’t think you would be coming. You know if they are coming from Hogwarts?” Those listening didn’t hear the muffled reply and all shot back to their seats when the door opened and Harry walked back in, being followed closely by two Goblin’s and Ollivander.
“Guys, this is Griphook, my account manager and Rockbrook, Griphooks good friend and my lawyer. Of course, you all know Ollivander.” Harry added, leading them in the room and introducing the shocked students to the newcomers.
“So then Potter. Are you ready to lose?” Rockbrook asked with an evil smirk. Harry returned the smirk and made many in the room shudder.
“When have you ever known me to lose? Besides that time when I was a bit low? Which I’m not. Oh! Thank you for those documents by the way.”
“Ah, it was nothing. I enjoy confusing the Wizarding world. And you would be Mr Malfoy-Black I would assume?” Rockbrook said, walking over to Draco, who nodded and shook his hand. Harry watched them with amusement as Draco consciensly struggled with himself not to make an derisive comments.
“Where’s Flees?” Ollivander enquired, walking over to Harry.
“He doesn’t like Poker and has no Vault of his own. He’s in the Living Room watching CSI with Sal and Phineas.”
“Ah. Well I suppose that is a good thing then. I am amazaed he let you out of his sight though.” Ollivander said, making Harry scowl at him, he opened his mouth to respond but had to leave the room quickly when he heard the doorbell go again.
“Be back in a minute.” Harry walked out of the room and headed for the front door, smiling widely when he saw Bill, Charlie, Tonks and the Twins on the doorstep.
“Hey! Come in. Rockbrook, Griphook and Ollivander are already here.” Harry said, waving them in the door.
“Cool. Are the Slyth’s and Gryff’s here as well?” Tonks asked, banishing her cloak to the cupboard.
“Yep. Though the Slyth’s have never played it before with money. Oh that reminds me!” Harry said as he lead them into the main room and looked at Griphook. “Did you bring everyone’s withdrawal bags?”
Griphook turned from his conversation with Theo and Blaise and lifted an eyebrow, “Have you ever known me to forget? I asked Ragnock if the students here could have one for the night also, he said yes, and he was sorry that he couldn’t make it, but he had other matters to attend to.”
“Wait wait wait. You mean you managed to get us all withdrawal bags? How much will we be charged?” Pansy asked, looking at the goblin suspiciously.
“Nothing Miss Parkinson. This is a favour from Gringotts to a friend of the bank. Harry is a valued friend and customer, thus the offer is extended to his friends. Though they will only last for tonight and you have a limit of a thousand galleons. You whisper how you want to take it out, for example, we normally start with sickles and move up to galleons later on in the night. So just whisper sickle and how ever much you need.”
“Right. So you like Harry and we get a withdrawal bag for the night? What about Draco?”
“Ah, well we may have illegally connected yours to the Malfoy vault, Mr Malfoy.” Rockbrook picked up, grinning evilly to Draco, who grinned back. The doorbell rang then and Harry ran out of the room, exclaiming loudly when he opened the door. The students in the room listened intently to try and work out who it was and then gaped when the door opened and Remus, Severus and Firenze walked in.
“Snape!” Neville exclaimed, before quickly covering his mouth and ducking behind Millicent.
“Professor Snape! We didn’t expect to see you here sir.” Blaise said, once he had gotten over his shock.
“Ah, Harry did manage to get you all out then. Good good. Well this is my first Poker night, so I had better win something.” Snape said, glaring at a grinning Harry.
“Win sir? Where did you learn that word? It certainly wasn’t from me last year. If I remember correctly, you didn’t win once.”
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“Haha! I win again!” Harry exclaimed, dragging all the money towards him and placing it into neat little piles in front of him.
The Poker night had been going on now for almost two hours and Harry had not lost once. In fact, he had won every single deal. Already all the Slytherin’s, Draco included, had backed out, seeing some serious competition. Seamus, Ollivander, Remus, Charlie and George had also backed out.
“This is so not fair.” Dean muttered to Firenze, who nodded in agreement, looking as put out as the Gryffindor.
“Well I don’t have anymore money, so I’m out.” Bill grumbled, throwing down his cards in front of him.
“Aww come on! Well at least there is still eight of us. So Texas Hold’em?”
“Sure, why not. Who’s the dealer? I’m not trusting Harry anymore.” Severus grumbled, looking at his small pile of money. He had actually managed to win some during a game that Harry hadn’t joined in. Having to calm down a hysterical House elf instead.
“Okay choke, I’ll deal.” Remus said, taking the cards of Harry and shuffling them and then dealing them out. “Okay place your bets.”
“Two galleons.” Harry said, placing down the money in the centre of the table.
“I see your two galleons.” Severus said, throwing the two gold coins into the centre table. Everyone around the table followed and Remus flipped over the first card.
“Jack of Spades.” Remus said once the card had been flipped. Everyone checked their cards again and the betting started up.
“Ten Galleons.” Harry stated, placing a pile of gold coins into the centre.
“I see your ten galleons and raise it five.” Severus said, smirking at Harry darkly. Surely he couldn’t lose with the hand he had.
“Fifteen galleons.” Neville said, seeing the bet and placing it into the centre.
“I fold.” Dean said, throwing his cards into the middle of the table.
“Ditto. I have a crap hand.” Fred grumbled, also throwing his cards onto the money.
“Fifteen galleons.” Firenze said, placing them into the pot.
“I see your fifteen galleons and raise it by ten.” Griphook said, pushing the pile into the centre.
“I fold.” Rockbrook said, glaring at his fellow Goblin. Remus snickered and then flipped over a second card.
“Ooh. Eight of Hearts.”
“Twenty Galleons.” Harry said, pushing it into the pot.
“Twenty Galleons.” Severus said, also pushing the money into the pot.
“I fold.” Neville said, throwing his cards onto the pile and moving to stand with the others.
“I fold.” Firenze said, throwing his cards into the centre.
“As do I.” Griphook grumbled.
Remus grinned as Severus and Harry glared at one another and flipped over another card.
“Ace of Spades.”
“Ten Galleons.”
“Ten Galleons.”
“Jack of Diamonds” Remus said once he had flipped over the fourth card.
“Thirty Galleons.” Severus glared at the impertinent whelp across from him.
“Thirty Galleons.”
“Five of Hearts.” Remus said, flipping over the fifth and final card. “Final bets.”
“One hundred and fifty Galleons.”
“Whelp. I see you bet and raise it by fifty.”
“I see you fifty and raise you another hundred.”
“I see it.”
“Final bets? Anymore?” Remus asked, looking at Harry, who narrowed his eyes at Severus calculatingly.
“Everything, which is,” Harry counted his galleons in front of him and then pushed it forward into the pot. “Eight hundred and seventy three galleons.”
“I see your bet.”
“Show your cards please gentlemen.” Remus said and watched as Severus flipped his cards over and smirked at Harry.
“Two pair.”
Harry smirked back and flipped his cards over. The damned whelp had the other two Jacks.
“Goddammit! How do you in every time?” Severus said, slamming his head down on the table as Harry chuckled and dragged the money in front of him and into his withdrawal bag.
“I’m just that good Sevvie.” Harry said with a smirk, leaning into Draco, when he came over and hugged him.
“Hmph. Well I am knackered. I will be seeing you lot tomorrow at school. The rest of you, I will see at some point during the year. Probably Christmas.” Severus said, nodding to everyone and then leaving, Firenze and Remus following him after saying their goodbyes.
“Well I will have to agree with them, it is getting late. I will be seeing you around at some point. Night night.” Ollivander said. Slowly everyone left, leaving the students and the Twins behind.
“So then. It was an eventful night.” Harry said, grinning at the glares sent his way by most of them.
“Yeah for you maybe. You have so got to tell me how you do it.” Pansy said, half glaring and half looking at him with admiration.
“Ah that is a secret my dear. Well I’m off to bed. We have to be up early in the morning to pack and go to Kings Cross in time.” Harry said with a yawn, before leaving the room, Draco close behind him.
“Yeah, I bet they’re going to sleep.” Blaise muttered, getting sniggers from everyone else.
“Well I don’t know about anyone else. But I really am going to go to bed. Night.” Pansy said. Everyone nodded and soon the ‘Billiard Room’ was empty.
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