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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
20
Views:
1,760
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Currently Reading:
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Hunter's Rage
Author's Notes: I promised you more musical performances and I try to keep my promises. So for your listening/reading pleasure this chapter feature's Hunter's version of Metallica - No leaf Clover dedicated to the memory of his Mother. Trust me, it's not as sweet as you may think.
No body saw Hunter again that night or all of the next day and Katie was getting worried. He was angry, upset and in pain the last time she had seen him and she was afraid he might do something rash. She had gone to Professor McGonagall and told her what had happened, even what he had told her about his past. The Head of House was indeed worried since he hadn't shown up for his detention with Hagrid that night and none of the other staff had seen him since Friday night.
Despite the extensive search conducted, no body could find him until just before his first class Monday morning. And that unfortunate honor fell to three very UNFORTUNATE Slytherins.
Hunter was still very pissed off as he made his way to Potions that morning. Draco and his two apes were standing in the hall way talking when he came across them. "Get out of my way."
The blonde looked at him and sneered. "I don't feel like it Half-Blood." the Slytherin said as he goons laughed.
Hunter's bag slid down his arm and into his right hand. "I'll only tell you one more time. Get out of my way."
"Or what?" Draco demanded, reaching for his wand.
Draco didn't get the answer he wanted, for as soon as his hand touched his wand Hunter's fist connected with the boy's nose. Before either of the other two had a chance to blink Hunter's bag connected with the side of Crabbe's head and the steel toes of his left boot made certain that Goyle wouldn't be fathering any children for awhile.
If Hunter had stopped there things MIGHT have been fine for the other three. However, Hunter WASN'T finished with them just yet. Dropping his bag he grabs the back of Goyle's head and the already doubled over Slytherin's face is introduced to his knee.
Turning quickly, he delivers a hard chop to an already dazed Crabbe's throat. The young man's barely able to breath as he stumbles back against the wall. With his two enforcers incapacitated and his nose broken and spewing blood, Draco finds himself the next victim of Hunter's rampage.
Grabbing the Slytherin Prince by the throat, Hunter squeezes his left fingers around Draco's windpipe. With his airway cut off Draco feels light headed as Hunter’s right fist connects with his gut, forcing what little air he still had out through the narrowed passage. As Draco doubles over, Hunter throws him to the ground and turns back towards the surprisingly still standing Crabbe.
With no where to run Crabbe's stomach becomes Hunter's new punching bag as blow after blow rain down on it with such force that internal bleeding soon became a very real threat. This was demonstrated as the final hit caused him to cough up blood before being unceremoniously thrown right into his leader's lap.
Goyle, Who had just now begun to stir, found no rescue coming as Hunter stalked him like the prey that he was. Goyle began to pray to a God he didn't believe in until just a minute ago when the attack started. His prayers however, went unanswered as the same steel toes that had caused his temporary sterility now threatened to turn his ribs to dust.
It was at this precise moment when Harry, Ron and Hermione came upon the carnage. "Hunter stop, you'll kill him." Hermione screamed.
Hunter stops and walks over to pick up his bag just as Professor Snape arrives. "Mr. Potter what is the meaning of this?" Their teacher demanded.
Hunter walks over to the teacher and shoves his book bag into the man's chest. "The meaning is I'm down with this shit. Take as many fucking points as you like add as many damn detentions as you wish. I don't fucking care anymore. I'm done with this crap." He walks away leaving three Slytherins broken and bloodied on the floor, three Gryffindors open mouthed and one Potions Professor doing a perfect imitation of a statue.
For the remainder of the week word of Hunter's breakdown was all anyone could talk about. Well almost all, they were also talking about his disappearing act as well. Since the attack no one had seen him at all, it was as if he had dropped off the face of the planet.
Katie was so worried that she couldn't concentrate on anything since he'd disappeared. Her class work was suffering as was her Quidditch. As she dragged herself back into the castle after yet another horrible practice she heard a noise coming from an unused class room on the first floor.
Making her way towards the door her eyes widened and her heart skipped a few beats as she listened.
She said it felt right this time. I'm on a crash course running out of time. She paid no mind to the distant thunder as he filled her head with wonder, whore. She said it feels right this time. She turned it 'round and bought that whole line. Good day to be alive, whore. Good day to be alive, she said.
"It's him..." She yells causing the others to stop on there way up stairs. "It's him, he's in here." Her heart's racing a mile a second as the other members of the team walk over and begin to hear the music through the door.
Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of her tunnel was just a freight train coming my way. Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of her tunnel was just a freight train coming my way.
"She's right," Harry says to the other's unable to believe it. "It's Hunter." They open the door and sure enough, Hunter's in the room. He's sitting on an old teachers desk playing his guitar, which neither Harry or Ron knew was missing, singing a song he'd written.
It doesn't feel right like this? All the pieces fall on me you bitch. Sucker for that quick reward, whore. Sucker for that quick reward, you whore. Now it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of her tunnel was just a freight train coming my way. Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of her tunnel was just a freight train coming my way. It's coming my way. Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of her tunnel was just a freight train coming my way. Then it comes to be, yeah yeah. Then it comes to be yeah yeah. Then it comes to be yeah. "Rot in hell you bitch."
No body saw Hunter again that night or all of the next day and Katie was getting worried. He was angry, upset and in pain the last time she had seen him and she was afraid he might do something rash. She had gone to Professor McGonagall and told her what had happened, even what he had told her about his past. The Head of House was indeed worried since he hadn't shown up for his detention with Hagrid that night and none of the other staff had seen him since Friday night.
Despite the extensive search conducted, no body could find him until just before his first class Monday morning. And that unfortunate honor fell to three very UNFORTUNATE Slytherins.
Hunter was still very pissed off as he made his way to Potions that morning. Draco and his two apes were standing in the hall way talking when he came across them. "Get out of my way."
The blonde looked at him and sneered. "I don't feel like it Half-Blood." the Slytherin said as he goons laughed.
Hunter's bag slid down his arm and into his right hand. "I'll only tell you one more time. Get out of my way."
"Or what?" Draco demanded, reaching for his wand.
Draco didn't get the answer he wanted, for as soon as his hand touched his wand Hunter's fist connected with the boy's nose. Before either of the other two had a chance to blink Hunter's bag connected with the side of Crabbe's head and the steel toes of his left boot made certain that Goyle wouldn't be fathering any children for awhile.
If Hunter had stopped there things MIGHT have been fine for the other three. However, Hunter WASN'T finished with them just yet. Dropping his bag he grabs the back of Goyle's head and the already doubled over Slytherin's face is introduced to his knee.
Turning quickly, he delivers a hard chop to an already dazed Crabbe's throat. The young man's barely able to breath as he stumbles back against the wall. With his two enforcers incapacitated and his nose broken and spewing blood, Draco finds himself the next victim of Hunter's rampage.
Grabbing the Slytherin Prince by the throat, Hunter squeezes his left fingers around Draco's windpipe. With his airway cut off Draco feels light headed as Hunter’s right fist connects with his gut, forcing what little air he still had out through the narrowed passage. As Draco doubles over, Hunter throws him to the ground and turns back towards the surprisingly still standing Crabbe.
With no where to run Crabbe's stomach becomes Hunter's new punching bag as blow after blow rain down on it with such force that internal bleeding soon became a very real threat. This was demonstrated as the final hit caused him to cough up blood before being unceremoniously thrown right into his leader's lap.
Goyle, Who had just now begun to stir, found no rescue coming as Hunter stalked him like the prey that he was. Goyle began to pray to a God he didn't believe in until just a minute ago when the attack started. His prayers however, went unanswered as the same steel toes that had caused his temporary sterility now threatened to turn his ribs to dust.
It was at this precise moment when Harry, Ron and Hermione came upon the carnage. "Hunter stop, you'll kill him." Hermione screamed.
Hunter stops and walks over to pick up his bag just as Professor Snape arrives. "Mr. Potter what is the meaning of this?" Their teacher demanded.
Hunter walks over to the teacher and shoves his book bag into the man's chest. "The meaning is I'm down with this shit. Take as many fucking points as you like add as many damn detentions as you wish. I don't fucking care anymore. I'm done with this crap." He walks away leaving three Slytherins broken and bloodied on the floor, three Gryffindors open mouthed and one Potions Professor doing a perfect imitation of a statue.
For the remainder of the week word of Hunter's breakdown was all anyone could talk about. Well almost all, they were also talking about his disappearing act as well. Since the attack no one had seen him at all, it was as if he had dropped off the face of the planet.
Katie was so worried that she couldn't concentrate on anything since he'd disappeared. Her class work was suffering as was her Quidditch. As she dragged herself back into the castle after yet another horrible practice she heard a noise coming from an unused class room on the first floor.
Making her way towards the door her eyes widened and her heart skipped a few beats as she listened.
She said it felt right this time. I'm on a crash course running out of time. She paid no mind to the distant thunder as he filled her head with wonder, whore. She said it feels right this time. She turned it 'round and bought that whole line. Good day to be alive, whore. Good day to be alive, she said.
"It's him..." She yells causing the others to stop on there way up stairs. "It's him, he's in here." Her heart's racing a mile a second as the other members of the team walk over and begin to hear the music through the door.
Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of her tunnel was just a freight train coming my way. Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of her tunnel was just a freight train coming my way.
"She's right," Harry says to the other's unable to believe it. "It's Hunter." They open the door and sure enough, Hunter's in the room. He's sitting on an old teachers desk playing his guitar, which neither Harry or Ron knew was missing, singing a song he'd written.
It doesn't feel right like this? All the pieces fall on me you bitch. Sucker for that quick reward, whore. Sucker for that quick reward, you whore. Now it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of her tunnel was just a freight train coming my way. Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of her tunnel was just a freight train coming my way. It's coming my way. Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of her tunnel was just a freight train coming my way. Then it comes to be, yeah yeah. Then it comes to be yeah yeah. Then it comes to be yeah. "Rot in hell you bitch."