Searching for a true Identity

Searching For A True Identity

Chapter 6- The Slytherin Side

“Platinum! Organise for some people to pick up the bodies at five o’clock. Some people from SL will be there waiting with them at the edge of the Forbidden Forest down leftacross the whipping willow,” Harry whispered when he walked behind the Slytherin out of the classroom door.

“Got it,” said Platinum without looking at him and turned into down into a different corridor from what Harry choose to walk.

Harry read a new file during Herbology.

ANNA WOOL

39 years old,

mother to two children.

Divorced since five years back, lot of friends... Active in a book club. And she had brown hair and brown eyes. There was no connections to appearance between her and victim no 1 but she had been raped and found in the same forest but she didn’t have any other marks like Laura Keen had had.

Strange... Harry thought.

During Potions there was no way for him to read anything with Snape’s black eyes watching the class like a hawk. Just that Snape was an ugly hawk, not at all as stunning as a real hawk... uh, anyway moving on!

“Mr Potter. What do I get if I mix Aphrodite and wormwood?” Snape asked him.

“I don’t know sir. Perhaps a hard on? You know, when the dick stands up? I’m not sure you’ve ever experienced it...” he said innocently.

And everyone burst out laughing.

“10 points from Gryffindor. SILENCE!” Snape said in a deadly voice but he still managed to make it rise somehow.

“Let’s try again then. What do I get?”

“Lubricant?”

“OUT POTTER!” Snape bellowed. Harry had to leave and wait outside the classroom for the class to end. After the class was finished Snape called him into his office.

“What are you trying to pull Potter?” Snape snapped as soon as he had closed the door after him.

“I’m sorry sir but I don’t follow you...”

“Bullshit Potter! Why don’t you keep your funny remarks to yourself from now on?”

“You thought they were funny?” he asked instead of answering.
Snape got an nasty look upon his face (not that it wasn’t nasty before)

“Never mind,” Harry said hurriedly.

Snape tilted his head; something that Harry had never seen the man do before.

“Is this because of Black?” he asked unexpected.

“Huh? No. Why would it? He’s dead, big deal!” He cringed at his own words.

“Uh, sorry sir, it didn’t come out right,” he said when Snape’s eyebrows shoot up.

“Indeed, I thought so. Because ifI’m not mistaking you liked the mutt, Merlin knows why anyone would...” he said.

Harry didn’t take the bait.

“Well, I did like him. I’m just moving on I guess,” he said absently. He couldn’t understand why he was discussing this with Snape of all people.

“Have you talked to Reen?”

There was yet another unexpected question coming from the professor. Snape didn’t seem to be himself today...

“Why are you so eager to have me talking to him? And yes I have, he doesn’t like you by the way...” he said sourly.

“The feeling is equal, I can assure you. Whatelse did he say?”

“Not that it is any of your business but he told me to tell him if you raped me,” he said with no emotion. Snape looked truthfully surprised before he became disgusted.

“Why the... What, if I may ask, made him say that?”

“Dunno. I might have made a joke that he didn’t understand...” He said innocently and trailed off.

Snape glared at him. He seemed to get the picture.

“How was I to know that he couldn’t take a joke? It was an odd way for him to react anyway! Have you raped someone?” he asked to see how Snape’s reaction would be.

Snape actually smiled!

SMILED!

“I’m not that desperate. It’s just that Reen doesn’t trust me.”

“I don’t think there is anyone else then Dumbledore trusting you,” he said honestly. Yes, he actually did hate Snape but if he could manage to push it down so that he could milk information from the Professor by just talking about what Snape thought was just his usual Gryffindor nonsense he could find out something very interesting. And maybe he could use it somehow. He wasn’t to good for blackmailing and god knows that Platinum certainly wasn’t.

He actually manoeuvred Snape into answering innocent askedlittle questions that meant a great deal more. Snape didn’t expect anything so clever and Slytherin from him, Harry Potter.

His secret Slytherin side was his secret weapon.

“You’re mistaking. Many people trust me,” Snape said shortly. And now he knew that little fact too. He wondered whichthe ones were whomtrusted Snape.

“Okey Professor. I guess it’s time to go...”

“Yes. Until next time I’ll have the displeasure to teach you... even if it’s impossible to teach someone like you,” said Snape. Harry smiled slightly and said good bye.

During dinner Draco had a lot of funny movements going on. Of course no one in Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw or Gryffindor caught up on it.

Well, accept for Harry, who in fact, was sorted as a Gryffindor.

Draco told him that the bodies were down in the chamber of secrets. Harry had discovered another opening to the chambers inside the Slytherin common room. It was very practical.

Why?

Because everyone would guess that the opening wasn\'t inside the common room and therefore dismiss the idea entirely since it was Salazhar Slytherin who had built it. They would think it was a too obvious thing to do and Mr Slytherin didn’t do thingstheeasy way... well, shows how clever Mr Slytherin really was, right? But the only way to make the secret passage open was to say “open up” in parcelmouth. It had taken Harrytwo entire weeks to teach everyone to even start saying “Open” after three weeks everyone was good enough to say “Open up” so that they could walk in and out without Harry’s help. And everyday now,Harry could hear the older Slytherins teach the youngest . Hopefully the whole Slytherin house would be able to work flawlessly in three weeks oftime.

Harry asked Draco how many bodies there were and Draco held up five fingers to his chin. Harry nodded. He knew there would be 3 more. The last one didn’t have a profile but they were working on the identity and would probably have it pretty soon. Draco told him that he\'d got another file on the second last person. Of course they didn’t converse in whole sentences, there was only key words and they had to guess the rest but they knew each other welland it wasn’t that hard. Platinum and Emerald knew each other very well. Harry and Draco didn’t. And now they were Plat and Em, as close as anyone could be.

Harry sighed.

“What’s up Harry?” Seamus asked him when he heard it.

“Nothing special. I’m a bit bored I guess,” he explained.

In truth he was eager to start working but he knew that he couldn’t leave the dinner.

Ron’s head snapped up.

“Bored?” he asked as if he had never heard the word before.

Harry had no choice but to nod.

“Oy! We could play quidditch!” Ron said.

“Nah,” Harry said and shook his head. “I do have to a lot to do actually, but I’m just bored with this dinner.”

“If you say so,” Ron shrugged and talked the other guys into playing with him after dinner.

Harry walked into Slytherin territory unnoticed.There was no activity inside the dorms. Every Slytherin was seated in the common room and waited silently. When he entered they looked up. He didn’t mind. He took his time; he went over to Draco and kissed him, asked for a new file. Then he read it thought in the silence without being bothered. This showed how cool he could be when he wanted to. He didn\'t rush tings even if there was a lot of people waiting for him. Most people would get hasty and sloppy because they couldn\'t take the uneasy feeling that came with everyone watching you. But Harry could, or rather, Emerald could.

GEORGE TIRRIVO

Unknown partner, probably gay.

No known enemies.

41, black hair, brown eyes, normal built. Lived in London... Worked as a journalist.

Harry laid all the files downonthe table. He started with victim one onto victim number five, accept for four as they didn’t have that file yet.

Immediately he saw something interesting. He raised his head and looked out over the crowd. He cleared his throat.

“As you know, me and Plat have re-joined SL and I can see that you’re anxious to start working as well so I’ll cut the crap and get to the point.”

He did a small pause for effect.

“We’ve got a male serie-killerin our hands and he\'s on the run. It\'s our job to catch him. He’s a muggle and is active in England. He prefers London. He rapes his victims. That’s all we know for sure. Pansy, you and your team will start with the bodies. I’ve seen a possible pattern here,” he said.

Everyone leaned forward to be sure to catch every detail in whathe said. They hung on the every little wordcomingoverhis lips.

“It’s quite obvious and therefore easy to over look. All I say is Bookstore, book club, journalist, and I see that Marcelo Babbiny was a beta-reader... Where does that put us?” he asked forcefully.

He looked at them when no one answered. They looked on him with bewildered expresions.

“BOOKS, WRITING, READING!” he yelled.

He shocked them all with his outburst but the elder took it cooler because they were used to it.

“Well?” he asked and looked around. “What the hell are you waiting for? Move, action, work!” he yelled and all sprung to life.

“Blaise, I want you to get facts about what company they were working for. See ifthey allare signed up forthe same book-company... whatever, just give me as much as you can find. Look for small details, would you?” he yelled over the sudden noise.

Blaise nodded.

“Plat, let’s take a quick shag in the closet,” he said as an obvious joke.

Harry was the obvious leader and Platinum was next to him. Instead of going to the closet they went to the lab.