Searching for a true Identity

Searching for a true Identity

Chapter 3- Rape or not rape?

The next day Harry got an idea. Reen was still being a pain in the ass. It was timefor pay back. But to be able tosetthe plan in motionhe needed Rita Skeeter. He owled her and asked her to meet him down at the gates in ten minutes, one o’clock. He knew she would be there, no matter what she had been doing previously. She would nerver let such an oppurtunity get past her. Sure enough, when he came Rita was already standingthere. She wore some horrid robes made of some sort of dragon skinn which in turn was lime green. beneith the robe she wore pink pants. Maybe it was her idea of fashion, but it almost made him wanna rip the cloths off her and burn them. But by doing that he would have to see her naked and he didn\'t want that either so between two evil things he choose the less evil. Because of that he didn\'t make any comments.

“Hi Harry. What happened to your eye?” she asked curiously.

“Keep it to yourself Rita!” he said sharply.

She shrugged in a non caring way, telling him to thread very carefully around her. He had to watch what he was saying or he would probably read some twisted truth about what he had said in the papers in a couple of days.

“What do you want me to do for you this time?” she asked a bit sourly. She clearly hadn\'t gotten over the whole animagi threat thing and the glassbottle she had been kept in. he imagined it must have beenquite humiliating for her.

“I need you to write an article about Reen, our new defence teacher. I would like it to be embarassing but not in a way that could make him loose his job or get him problems with the authorities..”

“You want me to make upa story?” she asked surprised. He had, after all, spend two years fighting her againt making up stories. She probably wondered why the sudden change of heart.

“Do whatever, just don’t mention me or this meeting, got that?” he said avoidingly.

“Whatever you wish Harry. What paper?”

“The Quibbler and the prophet.”

“You got it. Expect to read it sometime this week!” She gave him a horrible cheesysmile before she turned around and apparated. Harry walked back to the castle.

Now he’d get his sweet revenge. This was bound to be good. Unfortainly he ran into Reen on his way back.

“Where have you been?”

“Out talking a walk, do you mind?” he said a bit aggressive.

“You shouldn’t do that on your own! Voldemort can breakthrough the wards and get inon the grounds!” Reen said.

“Bet you’d like that,” Harry murmured but Reen caught it.

“What are you talking about?” The man asked him confusedly.

“Well you do seem eager to drive me mad. But atleast I’d prefer Voldemorts company over yours, he talks less.” he said dryly.

“You don’t mean that!” Reen gasped.

Harry watched him.

“Not really. I’m not suicidal.”

“Oh,” said Reen stupidly.

“So... Uh... How was detention?” Reen asked in the silence. Harry glared at Reen. It was a very stupid question after all...

“At least Snape didn’t fuck my brains out this time.”

“WHAT? He has raped you? I’LL KILL HIM!” Reen roared.

Harry winched at the loud noise.

“Honestly professor! He didn’t touch me! Nor have he ever. It was a joke!” Harry cried.

Reen was still looking murderous, through.

“I’ll kill him if he ever touch my g-student!” he snarled angrily. Suddenly the professor turned on him so that his blue cloak swirled and his black shoulder lenght hair was dangerously close to smack Harry in his face.

“Promise me that you’ll tell me if he ever touches you!” the Professor said heatedly. Harry began to wonder what on earth had caused this reaction and why Reen was so protective over himall of a sudden.

“I will,” he siad simply and studied the floor.

“Look at me! Look me in the eyes and promise me!” The teacherheld him by his shoulders. Harry began to be seriously freaked out. When he meet the professors blue eyes he saw a haunted look therejust like Sirius used to have. Harry gulped. This seemed very important to Reen. But even Ron knew that Snape would neverrape a student.

“I promise that I’ll tell you if Professor Snape ever touch me in any way unappropiate,” he managed to get out.

“Good. And don’t be afraid if he threatens you. I’ll protect you.”

“Uh. Thanks, I guess,” he said akwardly.

“I need to go kiddo. I see you in class.”

The professor hurried away.

Kiddo...hunted eyes...blue eyes... black hair... Professor Reen suddenly reminded him a lot of Sirius. Andstill he didn’t like him...

The next day things happened fast. A person that he hadn’t seen in two years searched for him.

“Mr Potter. Please go to the headmaster’s office. I believe that you’ve got a visitor,” said Macgonagall stiffly.

When Harry first set his eyes on the mysterious stranger he couldn’t help but take a involentary step back and wince noticeable. The visitor brought back some unwated memories.

“Please sit down Harry,” said Dumbledore in a sober voice and without his twinkle present this time. Remus and Orion was there too and neither seemed to like his visitor.

“Hi,” he said weakly.

“Harry. Do you know this man?” Remus asked him.

Harry nodded.

“Yeah. I’ve met him before. I thought you knew that since he’s here to see me,” he pointed out.

“We thought you didn’t, that he just made it up,” said Reen and Harry couldn’t help but notice Remus stepping on Reen’s foot.

Ough, that must have hurt. But he didn’t feel to sorry for him. To make things even more confusing Snape came.

“Who are you?” he said nastily to the stranger.

“My name is Darren Harris, I’m here to see E-Mr Potter,” he hurriedly corrected his wrong saying.

“Is that so? How come then, that we’ve never heard of you before?” I’m sure that Potter would have told us about someone as perticular as you,” Snape said and looked him up and down. Harry hide a smile.

Darren had black kajal and black hair with blue streaks. And the cloths was something alike his own. And he was a lot older, around 26.

“What is it that you can possible want with Potter?” Snape continued.

“Talk.”

“Talk?” Snape repeated. “About what?”

“That’s classified information. And it’s MR Potter for you,” Darren said just as nastily as Snape.

“It’s ok guys. He’s er, my childhood friend,” he lied.

“Oh really?” He does seem a lot older than you,” said Reen sceptically.

“Yes but we played. Now stop this questioning and let me talk to my friend!” Harry said frustrated with the whole deal, also because he had to fight down the demons that had risen by Darrens arrival.

“I would feel a lot moreat easeif I had Severus going with you,” Albus said.

Five ‘no way’ was heard.

“I refuse to babysit Potter! Lupin can do it!” Snape yelled.

“Ha! You wouldn’t be able to baby sit an apple! Let me watch him!” Reen shouted.

“I can do it!” Lupin said.

“I refuse to have anyone watching me like I’msome bloody murdurer!” Darren said outraged.

Harry sighed painfully.

“I’ll let Snape watch us on one condition. He’s got to be atleast a100ed meters away from us and no listening in on our conversation,” Harry said. The rest grudigly agreed.

Darren refused to say a word until they sat down near the lake and had put up a several charms to ensure them that no one was listening in on them.

“Your visit is very unexpected and I’m not sure that I like it. I told you two years ago that I’d quit. I really meant it. You’ve given me someunwanted memories by your presenceand I haven’t spoken to anyone about you or what I’ve done. I’vekept my part of the deal. Why don’t you keep yours?” Harry said quietly when and looked down at the water at the same time as he hugged his knee.

Darren looked at him.

“It saddens me that you feel that way. We used to be good friends and partners. The truth is that we’re stuck on a case.”

“I’m not going to start working as an assessin again! I’m tired of being a insidious liar as it is! I don’t need more things to lie about!” Harry shouted angrily.

“Harry please!\" Daren begged. \"I’m not asking you to murder more people! That’s not all you did!Was it?”

“It doesn’t matter. I don’t want to work with dead bodies either! I don’t care if the magical world is in need of something! I’ve worked for the Snake Lair for two years, that’s enough. All I do iskilling dangerous people, but also innocent people who just happened to bein the wrong place at the wrong time!”

“Harry... Snake Lair is an organisation with both themuggle and wizarding best assassins, warriors, crime inspectors, lab people etc... We help innocent people to live! Look at your past! You’ve killed so many dark wizards and witches and murdurers! You’ve helped! I can see you want to comeback! You’re even wearing the same cloths that you did when you worked for us. Everyone thinks you’ve changed into a new person, you even try to believe that yourself! But it’s not true. You know who you are, what you do, who your real friends are. You’re Emerald and you work for the Snake Lair!” Darren said with passion.

Harry sighed deeply and drew a hand through his hair. He was silent for a long time until he looked up at Darren and siad:

“Do you have a cigarette? I’ve been dying for one in two years.”

“YES!” Darren shouted. He knew that it was Harry’s positive answer. He laughed and gave Harry a cigg.

“What shall I do? I don’t care what it is, I’ll kill for SL (snake lair) just take me back!”

“Are you kidding me? We’ve tired to get you back everyday since the day you left us! Anyway. You’ve solved a several serie killer cases. You are the most important thing person,who thinks the way the killer do. That’s what we need.”

“A serie killar, huh? It brings out bad memories. I was almost killed by the last one I had to handle. But I’ll do it. What is it?” he asked and blew out some smoke.

“It’s a muggle serie killer. We can’t find him and we’ve got very small connections on the murdurers. Or atleast we can’t find much.”

“Serie killers watch out! Emerald is back!” Harry laughed jokingly.

Emerald was his code name. In the summer before his second year he hadbegun to work for SL. Some agents had contacted him when he was in the park outside Privet Drive number four. His first killing had been of a man who had killed five entire families in cold blood without any specific reason. He had also prevented a several murders from happening. That’s why he did this. He wanted to save people’s life and save them from dying a horrible and painful death. It didn’t matter to him if he did it anonymous, he knew what he did and that was enough.

He had stopped working when he had, together with a few others, failed to prevent a disaster when a several colleagues was killed. He had hadto much mental stress. He just needed sometime alone withoutany work of any kind.

Until now.

“How shall I begin?” he asked Darren.

“We’ll send you files of the victims. Start to read them, try to draw conclutions, connections, the usual. We’ll hide the files in a trunk in a secret partition. The trunk will be new and we’ll pretend that it’s a late birthday present from me.”

“Okey. That’s all?”

“No. I need you to work with Platinum.”

“Oh... We’re not on very much of a speaking term,” he said slowly.

“What do you mean?” Darren asked.

“We don’t talk,” he said bluntly.

”Why not?”

“We hate each other, alright? Let’s just say that he was the one whogave me this back eye and he’s got a similar. I haven’t spoken to any of them since it happened. Just leave it!” he snapped irritably. he didn\'t like to disguss this particular subject.

“So in hell I will! What the fuck is wrong with you two? You became friends instantly when you both started to work for SL! And you just kept the illusions up for hating each other to the rest of the world! What about Blaise? Or Pansy?”

“I don’t talk to them. Nor does platinum I think.”

Darren looked helpless for a second.

“That’s it then. You’ll talk to them and convince them to join us again,” he said after a moment of consideration.

“What? No!” Harry cried.

“Oh yes you do! Now! I’ll send the trunk as soon as possible. I’ll see you!” Darren hugged him quickly before he walked away.

Harry got up shakily.

“Is everything in order?” Snape asked him when they met up at the castle. He didn’t mention that he saw him smoke earlier.

Harry felt like saying ‘Everything is Ok. It doesn’t matter that my life is fucked up!’

Instead he said:

“Everything is fine. I’ll see you in detention.”

Harry had no idea of how to approch Draco. Everything had gone so wrong without him meaning it to. However, he saw his chance during lunch and took it. he didn\'t have ny time to fret over some bullshit reason. He walked over to the Slytherin table.

“Platinum, I need to talk to you!” he said softly and watched Draco winch. Apparently he didn’t like that connection to the disaster either.

“Shut up and don’t you ever call me that again!” Draco shouted and drew a lot of attention upon them. Pansy and Blaise was lookingat them without hiding their interest.All Slytehrins were. Every student above third year in Slytherin was in SL but they had been quiet andinactivesince after the disaster. They were of course not out on the field but they worked inside the Slytherin house when they happened to be active. They used labs, pictures and did scenes to illustrate a crime scene and they used to obdicate bodies. Everything was hidden in there with thehelp of magic.

SL used all of them because who else would think that a secret organisation would use a whole house of magical school students? Each of them was educated in their own area. Only Harry, Draco, Pansy and Blaise were educated in a several.

And only Harry and Draco killed and went around as spies and what not outside the school. That’s much to take for a teenager. Since they had been inactive in SL for two years the first and second year Slytherins had no clue about anything that went on in the past.

“I need to talk to you Platinum. It’s serious,” he repeated. Draco hesitated very much like he had done.

“Emerald?” he asked hesitantly in a quiet voice. Harry nodded slowly.

“You went back?” Draco asked in disbelief. Harry nodded again.

“I met Darren. I need to speak to you. After detention tonight,” he said and watched how the older Slytherins began to look both excited and anxious and hesitant at the same time. And he felt the same. He didn’t know what to expect. But it was time to go back, he could feel that. But he wondered if he was doing something stupid now, with going back and all. He wasn’t sure if he could take another blow like the last time.

120 people dead.

30 of his closest colleagues.

“All right. Tonight,” Draco agreed and put him out of his musings.

“Yell at me,” he whispered and looked at Draco. Draco didn\'t need to ask what for. They had once worked together and they knew eachother inside and out.

“I told you to fuck off Potter! We want no Gryffindors to pester us at our very own table!” Draco yelled loudly.

“As you wish ass- boy,” Harry snarled and walked away.