The Friday Boy

DISCLAIMER:- You\'ve heard it all before so here it goes again, I don\'t profess to own any of the characters or plot co incidents with the Harry Potter series written by JK Rowling, contained within this story. All dirt, sex and other profanity is made from the sick genius of my own and while I use for my own and others amusements the character of JKR\'s stories, I do neither profit monetarily or legally from anything contained within these pages. All relative warnings related to this story are clearly indicated and should you be reading this story and take offence I accept no responsibility having warned you thoroughly before undertaking the project. If you sue, you won\'t make a dime so don\'t bother. RIFFRAFF.

A/N *Walks sheepishly in and glances around* Well the decor is looking sparse so I thought I better add my piece and help the contribution so that those *HP/DM* shippers don\'t out do us again, in the story stakes. This piece has been in the pipeline for a while and I\'ve finally got motivated to write it. My usual fare, sex, deparity, snide remarks and a nice piece of Potion Master arse and you\'ve got it made. Some warnings, lots more sex than previous peices and some angry violent outbursts with a bit of blood play which borders on being non-consensual so consider yourselves forewarned.... Anyway any questions leave a review or email me, and I\'m posting it three chapters at a time so if you want fast updates you better get reviewing.

Cheers RiffRaff

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THE FRIDAY BOY

CHAPTER 1
Harry sat on the window seat in his room staring down at the street below. Downstairs he could hear the chime of the grandfather clock in the hall as it struck eleven o’clock. It was Friday the 16th of June and the summer holidays had been in full swing for a week. Hugging the cushion to his chest Harry leaned against the glass and waited. His patience was rewarded as he saw the front door of the terraced house swing open and a dark figure step out into the quiet London street below. The streetlight opposite flickered as the magical wards surrounding the house shivered. Slowly the figure tightened their cloak and with long strides disappeared up the street into the darkness.

Harry sighed as he finally looked away from the dark night outside back into the cozy bedroom he shared with his godfather. Sirius was asleep on the rug by the fire curled up in dog form and twitching his hind legs as he dreamed. Harry screwed his nose up as he heard Sirius fart the smell filtering up into the air and lingering like a smog cloud.

“Disgusting.” Harry whispered as he wafted the cushion in front of his nose to brush away the stench of the dog’s ripple. Unfolding himself from the window seat he strode carefully over to his single bed and climbed back under the covers. Putting aside his glasses and his book Harry curled up on his side to stare at the window. It was curious the habits some wizards had and stranger still why some wizards chose to keep secrets. This secret however was driving Harry insane.

It had started last month or at least that’s when Harry had noticed it. He’d got food poisoning from eating a 2-year-old chocolate frog Ron had found under his bed during dorm inspections. He hadn’t meant to be spying, he knew better than to do that having suffered the consequences of his inquisitiveness before. It had been an accident really as he’d been returning from the bathroom having emptied the contents of his stomach again. He’d heard him first. Heard his whisper quiet footsteps on the flagstone as he strode down the corridor. While he’d not been doing anything wrong instinct had driven Harry to hide from the patrolling professor. From behind the statue of Helga Hufflepuff Harry had watched the robed figure stride right by him heading for the front foyer. He’d thought nothing of it as he’d scrambled back to his dorm relieved he hadn’t been caught but it was there as he’d sat in his window seat in the tower that he’d watched the professor take off into the night on a broom. It was strange that a professor would leave the grounds at such a late hour but there was bound to be a simple explanation.

For the next week the thought never entered his head again yet when Friday had rolled around he’d heard the unmistakable whoosh of a broom fly past his window in the tower just as he’d been trying to doze off. Twice in two weeks, at exactly the same time was more than just a coincident.

By the third week Harry had reinforcements, and as 11 o’clock Friday night had come Neville Longbottom, Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, Seamus, Dean and Harry were all squashed into Harry’s window watching the same familiar dark figure take off into the sky and disappear into the night. There had been boundless theories regarding the professors Friday night excursions from death eater meetings to vampire feeding frenzies but none had fit. Harry had given up guessing but had remained vigil at his window every Friday night since. Harry had thought perhaps summer would bring a change to his ritual but as he’d moved into Grimmauld place so too had the professor in question.

This had been the first Friday since summer had started and despite the lack of broom, 11 o’clock had seen Severus Snape leave the house and disappear into the night. Like always Harry suspected the professor would be back for breakfast, appearing no less worse for ware after his night out and as sharp and cruel as ever. Wherever the professor went it certainly had no affect on his sour personality what so ever. All the hints and questions had come to nothing in revealing where the professor had been going, and the more Harry thought about it the more frustrated he’d become. Harry didn’t like mysteries and it irritated him knowing that there was one right under his nose that he had no hopes of ever working out. Snape would never tell him where he went, and no one else in the order seemed to know where Snape went or even that he was going somewhere on Fridays. Whatever Severus Snape’s secret was he was keeping it very well guarded.

With a glance over his shoulder to make sure that Sirius was still asleep Harry closed his eyes and with a whispered charm put out the candle and let himself glide into slumber.

TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>