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I\'m watching you!	By : Cupiditatis Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 5620 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ah�. Do you remember that I
said I would update this weekend? Yes? Well, forget it! I�m updating now!

This chapter is a rather short
one(even for me), so I thought it would be unfair to
give this to you for a weekend. So, here you go!

�you killed kenny, you bastard!�: I hope I�ll be
able to keep it that way.

Anon: snape/mcgonagall???????????????????????????????????????????????

mimi: I fear you will
still have to wait a bit until the stalker makes a real appearance, but
therefore, Marcus is now coming into the picture!

Chapter
3

Bad
News

�And so, in the name of the
people I sentence you, Ares Flint, to death through
the dementor�s kiss!� the voice of the judge had
echoed through the room. Several murmurs could be heard among the audience of
the trial. Ares Flint left the courtroom with his head held high, two aurors
accompanying him to Azkaban.

This had been the last time
Marcus had seen his father. After the trial against the death eaters three
years ago his father had only been alive for another week before the sentence
had been fulfilled.

Three years ago Saint Potter
had saved the world from the evil himself, also known as Voldemort. There were
no death eaters left now. They had either died in the final battle of had been
sentenced to death like his father had.

His father! Marcus scoffed.
The bastard hadn�t done anything good to him at all! His mother had died when
he had been no older than four, and his father had brought one whore after the
other back to his home.

Every night he had heard him,
his laugh when he had been drinking too much. His moans when he had been
fucking one of those whores. Giving them jewels that
had belonged to his mother.

The manor that had
been in the possession of the Flints
for several hundred years had become dirtier and dirtier with every passing
year. That is, until three years ago.

Once he had inherited
everything, this had been the first thing Marcus had taken care of: throwing
everything out that held any memory of his father. This also included all the bottles
of vodka and rum. He only kept the old wines and whiskeys. He was drinking
alcohol some times himself after all. But nothing of the cheap stuff his father
had drunk and killed his brain with.

Some time during puberty,
Marcus had looked at his father, sitting in the dining room at the table in his
dressing gown halfway open, his hair uncombed, his beard spreading wildly, his
breath stinking of vodka and rum and he
didn�t know what else. Marcus had looked at his father and in this moment he
had decided something that had probably saved his life: that he would NEVER
become like his father!

He had not become a death
eater after school. Had left the country instead, journeying around the world,
working here and there, just not going back to England. Not going back to
his father!

Not until he had read about
the trial in a Japanese newspaper three years ago. And so, Marcus Flint had
returned at the age of 21 to England. Had sat in the
courtroom and stared silently into the eyes of his father, into eyes, that had
the same green colour that his own had and heard his death being decided.

But even after his death his
father wasn�t leaving him alone! Everywhere he went, people started whispering
behind their hands. �There he is. The son of a death eater.� �Probably a
death eater himself. Look closely on his arm.�

The ministry had offered him
to become an auror. To �rehabilitate� children of former
death eaters. Most of them had declined. But Marcus had actually
accepted. He had nothing better to do that time anyway.

And it would have driven his
father mad had he still been alive. That was most of the time the only thing
that led Marcus to do what he did. What would his father absolutely hate? What
would drive him crazy?

That had also been the reason
why he had failed his NEWTs at first. Because his father had
wanted him to pass them amongst the best of his year. So Marcus had made
mistakes during the exams that wouldn�t even Crabbe or Goyle have made in their
first year.

But all this was now long ago.
His father was dead. And Marcus had still to try to prove himself. That he was
NOT like his father had been.

Right now he was on the way to
Giles Lawrence. He had received an urgent owl from his boss, telling him that
he should come to the Ministry immediately because Giles had a new job for him.
But he hadn�t told him what kind of job it was.

He knocked on Giles�s door and
waited for the deep voice of his boss to call him in before he opened the door.
He walked into the room and found Giles sitting behind his desk, buried in
several piles of papers.

�Ah, Marcus, sit down.� Giles
pointed at the chair in front of his desk. Marcus sat down on the chair and
waited for Giles to finish scribbling something onto one of the papers. When he
was finished he leaned back in his chair and looked at Marcus.

�Well, I�ve got a job for
you.� Giles started.

�Guessed as much.� Marcus replied
with raised eyebrows. Giles scowled at him and shook his head.

�What do you know about
stalking?� Marcus frowned.

�Some maniac following
somebody else around. Not taking no for an answer. Trying to get some
personal stuff from the other person. Trying to get the person
themselves�� Giles nodded and waited whether or not Marcus would say something
else. When he didn�t he continued himself.

�It seems that we have exactly
this case right now. A young woman�� he looked at one of the papers. �21 years
old. Professional Quidditch player. Got
some personal stuff stolen during the last two years. And today she
received this.� He took a bunch of red roses from behind the desk and gave it
to Marcus.

Marcus looked at the flowers
and back at Giles, an asking expression on his face.

�Read the card.� Giles told
him and Marcus did so. His eyebrows rose while he did so.

�Seems to be a real
nice guy.� He said when he
handed the flowers back to Giles.

�You will go to her
immediately, stay with her for the next time, and make sure no one comes close
to her who shouldn�t.� Giles told Marcus. �Great�
Marcus thought, �Now I�m going to play
bodyguard for some little princess�. Giles looked around some more in his
papers and wrote something onto a smaller piece of paper.

�Here is her address. Right
now a friend of her is staying with her, but you should really hurry now.� He
gave Marcus the piece of paper and went already back to his paper work.

Marcus arose from his chair
and went to the door. He looked down bored at the piece of paper, wondering
where this woman lived and what her name was �probably something original like �Pansy�� he thought sarcastically
but once he read the name on the paper his eyes widened. He turned back around
to Giles and shut the door close.

�No bloody way!!!�

I know, it�s very short, but I
didn�t want to include anything else but Marcus in this chapter, and there just
didn�t seemed to be more to write about him right now.

Ah, as you can see Marcus
can�t wait to meet Angelina. :D I wonder how she�ll react
once she finds out about Marcus being the one to protect her�. Oh, right, I�m
the one who has to write it� uh, yes, well, I�m off
writing then�
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