The death dancer

THE DEATH DANCER

-CHAPTER SEVEN-

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Harry sat in the kitchen and read the newspaper. It was quite interesting. Fudge was making an ass out of himself now again. That man did more fuck ups than any other political person he knew about. Fudge was still claiming that Voldemort wasn’t back, he explained recent events as a you-know-who wannabe’s work. Thankfully those officers at the ministry who had been there during the attack and seen Voldemort in own high person had already spread the word around before Fudge could stop them so people didn’t believe Fudge for one second. Also, by denying these facts Fudge was steadily making his own way out of the ministry. If he kept this up it wouldn’t take long until he was kicked out and forced to resign as Minister.

Also the papers had somehow found out that he himself was missing and had been missing for a while. The paper claimed that he had been sent to a secret training camp and he idly wondered why he hadn’t for real. He could really need some training. Especially since the papers reported of various death eater activities around the UK. Voldemort’s power was increasing fast, much faster than the last time. Due to Fudges stupidity Voldemort had gotten one year of head start without any sort of interference in his planning and recruiting of alliances.

Snape entered the kitchen and began to make himself a cup of coffee. He sat down opposite from him at the table.

“I heard that Lupin,” he said and stressed the name. “Is going to visit you here,” said Snape with disgust evident in his voice. Harry had been in the manor for a few weeks now, and the air around him and Snape wasn’t so tense anymore. Harry wished that Lupin wouldn’t visit him at all, but he had no choice.

“When sir?” he asked simply.

“Tomorrow. I’m not entirely sure when but my guesses are around noon, I expect you to talk to him. He has only come here to visit you after all.”

“Yes sir. I will sir.”

“Good. I don’t think he’ll stay all that long so it won’t kill you to actually open your mouth and speak,” Snape said. Harry got the feeling that Snape would make this visit short whether Lupin wanted it or not. Snape will never change, he thought with humour.

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Harry escaped to the library before Snape could start questioning him on his memories. They had daily lessons now. The one last night had been pretty messed up. He was relieved that he managed to stop Snape from viewing much of his orphanage memories, but some had slipped through.

Harry wasn’t thinking clearly now. He didn’t think of how clever Snape actually was and the man’s extraordinary ability to put two and two together, not that it was hard in this case. It was very obvious that he had been abused, all the signs were there and Snape knew, but Harry didn’t know Snape knew, he thought he had hide it quite well.

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He had managed to get his hands on some dark art books in the library. Snape had plenty of them but it seemed to him like the man had tried to hide them from him. Then again it wasn’t really the type of books you showed people and spoke about. He was quite sure that several, if not all of them, were illegal and banned by the Ministry. Not that he cared about what the Ministry thought about the books. He didn’t give a flying fuck. He wanted to learn the dark arts. No one seemed to be willing to teach him so he’d have to teach himself.

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Duning dinner later that evening Snape didn’t ask him about his memories. Harry still found it odd that Snipe hadn’t mentioned it all day but perhaps Snape had simply forgotten about it and he sure as hell wouldn’t be the one to remind him!

SNAPE POV

I admit that I am quite worried over Potter. I’ve noticed him reading my secret dark art books but I won’t confront him about it yet. I’ll wait and see what happens. I think he’s doing the right thing by reading them. He needs to learn and nobody from the light side will ever teach him the dark arts. So that leaves me, or himself for that matter. I am not light, I walk the thin line between light and dark. I enjoy the dark arts, but that has also put me in a tight spot and I don’t want that to happen to Harry. So I’ll watch him carefully and if anything, even the smallest thing, indicates that he is indeed turning dark, too dark for his own good, I’ll stop him.

A while ago I wouldn’t have believed Potter would ever use the dark arts, now I’m not so sure. I believe that he could be a potential dark wizard. He’s got more than enough power for it and he certainly carries around on a certain darkness. He’s also got some traits that a light wizards simply does not have.

Those dark arts curses poisons his mind and that in combination with his certain traits could be dangerous. Potter is very strong headed with a steel mind, he could perhaps be able to handle the dark arts after all, but my books, they’re not usual dark art books. They’re the most dangerous, the most darkest there is. Only the most powerful death eaters and dark wizards uses those curses. Other, ’normal’ people wouldn’t be able to handle the cheer darkness of it. That’s why I’m concerned.

If those curses takes over Potter he will be in danger, not only would the death eaters and Voldemort be after him, but also all those light wizards that would believe him to be a hazard for the community.

However, no matter how this will turn out I’ll be there to take care if him.

NORMAL POV

Snape cleared his throat and Harry looked up. He was in the library and Snape just arrived. He had found the library to be his favourite place in the house. It wasn’t light and bright like a library should be, it was dark and gloomy but he liked it non the less.

“I want to give you a diary,” Snape said.

Harry stared with his mouth hanging half open. Did he just hear that?

“Sir?” he asked astonished.

“Everyone needs a diary and some people needs it more than others. You’re one of these people who’ll need it more than others because you have a lot to think about and many things would look clearer if you had them written down before you. You’ve got a lot to write about. Visions, memories, important facts and clues and whatnot, feelings and thoughts. I’ve got one too. It’s specially warded so no one can reads it accept for you and if anyone tries to break the wards on the book and be close to opening it, it will burst into flames and burn and forever hide it’s contest. So you mustn’t worry about it being safe to write in it. You can write facts about the order than would normally put them in danger if you want. It doesn’t matter for far as long as you’re writing it down only in this diary.”

Harry watched in morbid fascination as Snape pulled out a black diary from a bag and shoved it towards him on the table.

“All you need to do is to put a finger on it and say ’ruby’ once you’ve done that you can settle your own password. You also need to add a drop of blood on the crest,” Snape explained and Harry noticed a crest with Snakes. “Since you’ve warded it with your own blood no one else can open it without a several long and difficult rituals, not even Voldemort could pull that off. He does indeed have some of your blood in him, but it most be purely concentrated so therefore only you can open it.”

Snape watched him for a moment.

“You can trust it. Because we’ve got a lot of enemies and I wouldn’t let you do something that would endanger you and myself , don’t you agree?” he asked.

Harry nodded dumbfounded.

“I’m going to bed. We’ll talk more tomorrow,” said Snape before he turned around and left. Harry wasn’t sure what had surprised him the most, the fact that he had been given a diary from Snape of all people or that the man had actually admitted that he wrote a diary himself?

He sat unmoving in his chair way past midnight, just staring at the diary.

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By noon the next day Lupin showed up as planned. Lupin did most of the talking and Snape left them alone. Harry thought it was both a good thing and a bad thing because if it was only Lupin there he’d only have to keep an eye on one grown up since he hadn’t yet solved his issues with adults. He just couldn’t help but feeling scared even if he know it was totally uncalled for. He knew that all he had to do was to fight back just like he did with the people in his own age, and like had had done before with grown up death eaters. He had managed to think this in his mind, which was one step forward, but he hadn’t managed to put it into action… Yet.

The minus with him being alone with Lupin was that he actually had to talk as in a two way conversation even if he managed to keep Lupin talking for quite sometime due to questions that requires a long answer and a throughout explanation. Like ask for how to defend yourself from a vampire for example.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity Snape came and interrupted them.

“I would like a word with you Lupin. Follow me,” Snape said.

After maybe five minutes or so Harry though they were done talking so he walked towards the library where he knew Snape would be. Only too late he realised that they had only just begun their conversation but he didn’t dare to move out of the library in fear of being spotted and accused for eavesdropping so he hide behind a shelf in hope they wouldn’t notice him.

“Lupin, did he say anything about his summer to you?” Snape asked.

“No he didn’t. What’s wrong with him Severus? What happened?” Lupin asked worriedly.

“How should I know? I am no bloody seer!” Snape sneered, annoyed that he had this conversation at all.

“You found him and he’s been living with you since then! You must have heard him say something!”

“No I haven’t,” he denied. He wouldn’t tell Lupin anything about what he knew. One of his reasons were purely selfish. He didn’t want to give Lupin any information that might bring the two of them together. He himself wanted to be the one to comfort Potter and take care of him and he’d be damned if he had to share that responsibility with Lupin!

He wanted Harry to confide in him, not Lupin!

“How was he when you found him? Has he been like this all the time?”

“By ‘this’ I suppose you mean not talking? Yes, he was exactly the same then as he is now,” he admitted to Lupin. He didn’t think that piece of information would do any harm. He was wrong.

“I think it would be better if comes and lives with his friends and me. Clearly his stay here with you doesn’t make him feel better.”

He must admit that he hadn’t expected Lupin to say that flat out. He had forgotten how much Harry meant to the wolf. Lupin didn’t shy words like he normally did when Harry’s welfare mattered.

“I am his legal guardian,” said Snape tightly. He didn’t expect Lupin to comment on that.

“Against both his and your will. You only did what was necessarily. You don’t want him!” Lupin cried. Here Snape’s feelings came in conflict with each other. He did want Harry more than anything but he couldn’t admit that to others yet. He wasn’t supposed to like Harry in any kind of way. He had changed inside but he wasn’t ready to show that to other people yet. He needed more time.

“You’re right. I don’t want the brat. I only adopted him because I had to. I would gladly give him away but as it is he is my responsibility and duty which I shall have to take care of until the day I am no longer required to take care of him any longer,” Snape said cleverly. He knew Lupin couldn’t argue with that and at the same time he had made sure that he could keep Harry without really admitting that he wanted to.

Take that, Snape thought smugly, and once again forgot that Lupin thought of Harry as his own son, his cub. No one in his right mind would ever cross an overprotective werewolf trying to keep his child safe.

“I won’t stand for this Snape! I’ll make sure that another guardian will replace you as soon as possible. I won’t stand aside to watch you hurt my son! I’ll be back soon, count on it,” Lupin growled and left in a furry.

Snape couldn’t help but feel a bit worried. Lupin might make him loose Harry.