Scars III

Chapter 8: What Murder Entails

Harry moved with the speed of a vampire down the halls. His nose picked up the sent he needed. After a few moments of winding his way through the castle he found himself in the library. Frowning in confusion Harry entered the enormous room.

He could smell her here. Following his nose he moved to a table where a girl with bleach blond hair sat, staring at a large tome.

“Pansy,” Harry said, announcing his presence. Pansy Parkinson jumped in her seat, wide hazel eyes turning upwards to catch t he sight of Harry. “I need you to answer a question,” Harry said.

Pansy blinked, the action focusing Harry’s attention on how large her eyes appeared. He had read books that described “doe eyes” he always assumed this meant big and brown. At that moment he understood what the words meant. Pansy’s eyes were large to be sure, but they carried in them an odd fragility, a sense of vulnerability.

“What’s the question?” she asked her voice soft, deep for a girl’s voice, almost kin to a growl. Were Harry attracted to females he would no doubt have found her voice to be sensuous.

“Where is the Malfoy manner?” he asked, trying to ignore the way her hands were clenching the edges of the tome in a sign of fear.

“Why do you need to know that?” she asked. The fear in her voice, unlike her clenching fingers, was impossible to ignore. It made Harry’s blood heat.

‘Calm down, she’s not the one you want to hurt,’ Harry reminded himself. “I have business with Lucius,” he said, his voice even despite the emotions boiling in his heart.

Pansy looked down. As though realizing that she was imprinting her fingernails on the paper of the book she placed her hands in her lap. “Are you…” she didn’t finish the question, instead she raised her gaze again and said, “it’s just north of the Forest Delynin.”

Harry frowned, trying to recall where the forest was located. A mental image of one of the maps he had long ago studied floated through his mind. The place wasn’t far.

He refocused his eyes upon the girl, “thank you,” he said and turned to leave.

“Harry,” Pansy called dafter him. Harry paused, waiting for her question. “Are…are you going to save Draco? I mean…”

Harry bit his lip, he knew what she meant. “If I can…then yes.”

He heard her sigh, “thank Madrin.”

Grinning at her call of the Fairy lord Harry swept from the library, his mind intent of a single purpose.

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He landed upon the circular top of the eastern tower. It turned out that the Malfoy Manner was even larger than he had expected. At least the size of three quiddich fields the place had three towers, six hardens, and Harry guessed over a hundred and fifty rooms.

Raising his nose to the air he sniffed. Like copper in his throat he could smell blood from far bellow. The sent of magical beings was also prominent. The gardens were rich with the sent of greenery and late blooming flowers. Within the stone mansion were no more than three humans. Two were female, only one of them was magical. The last human in the house was a man.

Harry entered the building, following the sent of the wizard. It took him a decent amount of magic and time to find the man. Between the masking charms he had been forced to use to hide himself, the unlocking spells, and the random use of other spells to keep himself alive when he ran across traps it was a wonder he wasn’t noticed.

However when he reached the door the man was behind no alarms had sounded. No barriers were raised. In fact, there was such little awareness of his presence he wondered if perhaps the man was waiting for him, wand at the ready.

Throwing caution and patience to the pits of hell Harry blasted the door open.

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Lucius Malfoy attempted to scream the killing curse, however before the first syllable had passed his lips a hand had clamped over his mouth. Sharp nails dug into his cheek as another hand caught the back of his head by his long blond hair.

“Hello,” the word reverberated within him. And there was something else about that voice. There was a viciousness, an iciness, or perhaps it was the voice of death…

Lucius considered his options but before he could come up with anything his world went black.

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“Finite,” Harry whispered. There was a moan then a cough. Finally Lucius’s eyes opened. That split second before understanding dawned seemed to last an eternity. But then the Malfoy’s face twisted, his lips pulling back in a silent snarl.

“Hello Lucius,” Harry said, his own lips twisting in a mockery of a smile.

“What are you doing here Potter?”

Harry shook his head in disapproval. “You really should already know the answer to that question,” he said. When Lucius only glared Harry relived himself of a sigh and snapped, “I am here to kill you.”

There was a widening of eyes before Lucius burst out laughing. “You? Kill me? Good one Golden Boy.”

Harry growled low in his throat. He had no idea where that nickname had come from but the just the sound of it made him want to rip throats out.

“Alright Lucius,” Harry said after mastering his urges. “I don’t care if you believe me or not. However I do have one question… knives? Teeth? Or a Uniroceros horn?”

“What?” Lucius asked, face blank.

“Which would you rather die by?” Harry asked again.

“I…what the bloody hell are you playing at Potter?” Lucius demanded.

Harry sighed once more. He was tired of this man already. He had planned to torture him for a time, perhaps taunt him, use some spells, bite him. All the things that made him renowned in the darker covenants. But the man was far to annoying. He wasn’t sure he could stand being in the same room with him for another five minutes let alone six hours.

“Alright Malfoy,” Harry said as he moved closer. “Since you don’t have a preference and I’m rather peckish I think I’ll just bite you. It’s not as ingenious as ramming a six foot Uniroceros horn up your ass so it comes out the top of your head…but oh well.”

Before Lucius could speak, or more likely scream, Harry was on him. His fangs sunk into the Malfoy’s soft neck, scraping the spine and ripping through the windpipe, jugular, even the tendons.

After a few long moments of sating his thirst Harry stepped back. The man was long dead. Sighing in frustration Harry retreated the way he had come. This had not gone at all how he planned. Perhaps he was losing his touch…
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A/N: There you have it, a new chapter, please review!