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Chapter 4

His return to consciousness was not
a pleasant experience. He drew a shuttering breath, which stopped the scraping
sound that was buzzing in his ears. He slowly opened his fogged brown eyes and
took in what was around him.

�� He saw his
best mate Nott chained to a stonewall to his left. His face was shrouded by his
hair since his head was leaning forward and seemed to be unconscious as he was
hanging limply. Not liking the way this was looking he tried to move but
realized he was bound to the table he was lying on. Something was stuffed into
his mouth and he felt something like a leather strap holding it tightly to
either side of his mouth around his head. Once again he tried to shake the
cobwebs from his mind and turned to look to his right. What he saw did not make
him feel any better. His other mate Malfoy was also chained to a wall but
unlike Nott�s chains his allowed him a bit of movement. Currently he was
sitting against the wall with only one leg chained his eyes fixed on something
else.

�� That
something was there capture. Currently he was sitting on a stool that was in front
of a large peddled sharpening wheel. The large wet stone was spinning slowing
in front of him flinging little droplets of water from the wide bucket of water
that rested below it. He was bare-chested and the poorly torch lit dank room
cast wavering shadows across his sweat soaked scared visage. He was half
twisted in his seat looking at him; at least he assumed he was looking at him.
He was wearing that mirror mask that always covered his face. Raven colored
hair was pulled back in a traditional Pureblood tail at the back of his head.
Zabinie watched wide eyed as he sat there just looking at him breathing
quickly, a wicked looking dagger held tightly in his mailed hands. His fogged
mind only just registered the smell of heated stone and metal and the light
sound of steal rubbing against steal.

�� He was not
very big which was a surprise to him. He looked a lot bigger when they fought
in the classroom. He was incredibly lean with skin stretched impossibly taunt
against his frame. Well-defined muscles told him that he was a very active
person, Zabinie had an uncomfortable feeling he was about to find out what he
did to kept fit. He would never admit it short of Veritaserum but this man
terrified him. Aside from having no face to look at those leather buckles and
steal claws he wore gave him a frightful image. The way his claws played with
the blade of his dagger was suggestive of a man who was practiced in its use.
Being bound to a table with such a sight in front of him almost unhinged him.

�� His captor
turned back to the wheel and began peddling. The wheel built up speed and he
watched as sparks shot from the wheel as he returned to sharpening his blade.
That grinding sound of metal on stone returned and filled their prison with its
buzz like cadence.

�� Your
awake, good. I would have hated to start without you. I admit that I was very
impatient with Dolohov, the courtesy never occurred to me. I never bothered to
be concerned with the Azkaban Guards.� He held up the blade and appeared to be
examining the edge. After a moment he returned it to the wheel. Blaise�s
breathing was coming sharply through his nose. He sounded young, maybe not much
older than he was. His voice though sounded cold and calculating. The
emotionless tone he used to describe the atrocities he committed truly set into
his mind he was royally screwed.

�� Your
probably feeling fuzzy headed. That would be the medications. You would be
amazed at the advancements Muggles have undergone in the art of chemicals. It
will wear off soon, don�t worry.�

Zabinie�s eyes darted over to
Malfoy and noticed he was slowly inching his way over to the table closest to
him. A host of bladed instruments where displayed but it was the object that
sat close to the edge that caught his eye. It looked like that thing that bitch
hurt him with. Draco had seen it too and was trying to slyly make his way
toward it.

Hoping that the little ponce would
not leave him to die this way if he helped he started struggling against this
bounds to bring keep his captures attention. It also might mask the rattling of
Malfoy�s chains.

�Struggle all you want, I secured
those ropes very well. Learned how to from a Squib bouncer. Good guy, bit heavy
handed with the drunks but nice guy. Way too good at poker though, the fucker.�
The dagger seemed too finally meet his expectations as he rose fluidly from his
stool and began to approach him. His mind froze as did his struggles when his
eyes locked on the knife.

He had read about them in the
Prophet and seen a picture of one once. The one in his hand was far more
detailed, the woman engraved into the hilt almost looked like she was going to
draw breath. The blade itself was masterfully acid etched. The lilies looked
like they would blow about in the wind.

He felt the blade tap on his cheek.
�Nice yeah? I have several but this one was the first. The others I leave
behind, sort of like my calling card but not this one, this one I keep just for
myself. Don�t worry mate, you�re going to become intimately familiar with it
soon. I am still pretty new at this but don�t worry, I�m a quick learner��

�Stop right there you sick
bastard!� Blaise turned to take in Draco how was standing holding the weapon
pointed shakeingly at their assailant. He sagged in relief for a moment
thinking there was hope to get out of this situation. For his part the man
holding them captive did not so much as tense up but he did rise up to his full
height turning to take Draco standing by the table.

His voice sounded amused, his reply
lazy. �Are you going to shoot me Draco��

�Untie Blaise right now or I will.�
He thought the treat might have been more effective if Draco wasn�t shaking or
if his voice had not cracked.

Their capture chuckled. It set his
nerves on edge. He reached up splaying his clawed fingers along the mask on his
face and slowly removed it showing them his face. It was everything he could do
not to lose control of his bowls and bladder when he realized it was Harry
Bleeding Potter.

His face was wild in anticipation.
Blaise had no doubts that the weapon Draco held could kill, considering that it
was Potters weapon he would be aware of its lethality. His face though was in
complete contrast to his predicament. He looked excited, eager even as he faced
death. He was breathing rapidly. �Come on Draco. You�ve wanted to kill me for
years. You got me now� dead to rights��

He took a step closer to him. �Its
easy. I�ve done it loads of times� all you have to do is pull the trigger. Pull
the trigger Draco and boom� Think of the rewards you would receive� All you have
to do is simply pull the trigger and kill me��

Several tensed seconds passed as
they stared at each other. He felt his eyes grow wide when the look on Potters
face started changing the longer it went on. It slowly began morphing from
eager and excited to violent and angry. �Come on, come on� pull the fucking
trigger� What are you waiting for? You don�t get a better chance than this!
PULL THE GOD DAMN TRIGGER!� He felt a sense of dread when he heard Draco
whimper.

Potter must have heard it too
because he roared in frustration rushing forward backhanding Malfoy across the
face splashing the wall in blood. The blond teen spun from the impact landing
in a crumpled heap. The savage form of Potter picked him by his neck slamming
him into the wall with his right hand. Grabbing Draco�s right with his left
their capture jammed the weapon into his own neck still screaming at him.

�YOU FUCKING COWARD! Pull the
bleeding trigger!�

Draco stood there petrified with
wide eyes while Potter screamed in his face commanding him to pull the trigger.
After several more moments of nothing happening he let go of Draco rearing back
his fist and bringing it into the soft tissue of his stomach screaming in rage.
Malfoy hit the floor like a sack of laundry. Unsatisfied with the single punch
Potter pulled back his leg and kicked the down teen several times continuing
his rant at the top of his lungs punctuating each word with a swift kick.

�All. You. Had. To. Do. Was. Pull.
The. Mother. Fucking. Trigger. You. Stupid. Bleeding. Coward!� At the last word
he kicked him so hard Malfoy�s body rose off the ground several feet and flew
into the wall. Potter was still breathing hard when he walked back and picked
up his mask replacing it on his head once again covering up his face. He stood
there with his back over the broken body the Malfoy scion. Blaise heard him
take a deep breath.

The bound dark skinned teen was
completely terrified as that mirrored face turned to him. �Looks like its just
you and me again Zabinie�� He had picked up his dagger from where he dropped it
and was now fingering the blade with one clawed finger. �Let me show something
I learned in a book I got the other day in Knockturn Alley��

xxxxxx

Harry was exhausted as he walked
out of the shadows of the wall of his flat thinking of nothing but a shower and
whiskey. He was brought to the present when he heard a feminine gasp from the
left. His head snapped up and he realized it was Luna.

He just stood there staring at her
thought the mask. She was standing with a hand over her mouth looking at him
with wide eyes. Harry looked down and grunted at what he saw. His chest was
covered in blood splatter with small trails flowing down along his pecs and
abs. His mask was similarly splattered. His denim trousers where soaked with
it. He raised his head looking at her again. ��Its not mine�Excuse me��

He made for the bathroom feeling
her eyes follow him until he closed the door. Ishtar was already waiting for
him; the sound of the shower and the steam assaulted him as he stood there
waiting. He just raised one of his arms and let her unbuckle the straps that
held it in place. Like always she said nothing just worked to help him. He took
his time in the shower Making sure to rinse the blood he was sure had splashed
into his hair and body. The soothing hot water relaxed his tense muscles and
washed his cares away.

He had botched one of the rituals. His altercation
with Malfoy had unhinged him. It was stupid of him to leave the weapon within
his reach and then the stupid fuck wouldn�t shoot him. Bloody coward. For all
his bluster and talk when in the moment of truth he fucked it all away. Idiot.
He had been so pissed that when he started to cut into Zabinie he botched the
magic core ritual and there was no second chances. Harry sighed as he turned
off the water and climbed out. At least he was still alive to try the soul
binding ritual. If nothing else, he still had Nott to experiment with.

He picked up the bar of soap and began scrubbing his
hide with the thick scrub brush. Blood he found out did not want to just come
off once it dried. Gave him a nasty feeling if left on for too long.

Fortunately Draco will live, he had plans for the
git. He broke four of his ribs, dislocated his jaw and he had several other
nasty but not life threatening injuries. The upside was he sang like a canary
and told him every thing he wanted to know when he questioned him. Harry paused
a moment thinking the fact he woke up about half way through the botched ritual
and witnessed Harry burning out Zabinies magic core might have also contributed
to his loose tongue. The dark skinned teen did not enjoy that experience and to
be honest, Malfoy was not exactly the bravest guy around.

Well, if nothing else came from the day�s activities
he now had what he needed for the next phase of his plan. He rinsed off the
soap that covered him and allowed the hot water to flow over him again.

Not used to having Luna in the flat
he just walked out of the room toweling his hair. �What time is it Ishtar?�

�Eleven Master.� Came her reply
after a few moments. He never noticed the husky tone to her voice as she
replied. Harry tossed the towel down and started pulling open drawers.

�I need a drink. Do we have any
liquor around or do we need to go to the club?�

�You drank the last of it a few
days ago Master and more has not come.�

He pulled out his club clothes and
started dressing. �Club then.� He had just pulled his pants on when he noticed
both women staring at him. Ishtar was looking at him hungrily while Luna was
blushing brightly along her upper cheeks. Considering a moment ago she had seen
him covered in someone else�s blood he supposed it was an improvement. He
paused a moment taking in and comparing their body styles. They where pretty
close to each other. Smallish breasts, not quite C cup, narrow hips, and about
the same height at just under five and a half.

�Give Luna one of your club
dresses. It will do until we get her a new wardrobe.� He left his pants half
open while he pulled one of his green polo shirts out and put it on.

Ishtar licked her lips and replied
huskily, �Of course Master.�

xxxxxx

�He was holding his head. She was driving him insane. He looked
over at his table companion. Her hair was even bushier than it normally was and
she had this deranged manic look on her face as she looked over the answer to
the question she just missed, though she refused to believe she did get it
wrong.

In a strange way, it was
actually cute. No doubt about it, it was definitely Hermione. He chuckled
before he realized he was doing it. Her wild eyes looked up from the book and
she snapped at him. �WHAT? Its not funny I missed that question. You do know
how important our O.W.L.s are don�t you?�

He had been plagued for days
with images of that long hallway but that was not what bothered him the most.
He had been having these other dreams. It was just he and Hermione alone
camping in tent somewhere. Images of creamy thighs, her pert breasts sweaty and
bouncing. Her passionate cries always seemed to echo about in his mind every
time he woke after one of them. Some mornings he could vaguely remember what
her skin felt like on his� Like a tingle that would not go away.

It was those damn dreams that
made him do it. She was sitting there, fuming at him. He couldn�t take it anymore
so he just did it. He leaned across the table and pressed his lips against
hers. He drew a shuttered breath through his nose. She tasted just like his
dreams�even her scent was right. He moaned softy as he reached forward cupping
her cheek with his shaking right hand.

The kiss ended after an
eternity. She was flushed and breathing quickly. Slowly a hand rose to touch
her lips, her shock was evident all over her face. �Wha�Harry��

�Did you like it?� His breath
was as ragged as hers. She slowly nodded. He felt the first real smile on his
face in a long time. �For once in your life Hermione do something my way.�

�What do you mean Harry?�

�Tell your mind to bleeding shut up and just go
with your gut.� She just sat there for a few moments before she moved. Arms
wrapped around him as she planted her mouth on his�

�The purple spell seemed to move so slowly toward
her. He was frozen in place. He couldn�t move, couldn�t act, and couldn�t do
anything but watch as it struck her. A soft �oh� escaped her lips as she
crumpled into the floor�

� �There�s no pulse�I can�t find a pulse��

He screamed as he
jerked from the nest of blankets they used as a bed. His eyes were wide but did
not see the darkness moving about him nor notice them settle as he laid claim
to the hear and now. His ragged breathing came in gasps as he worked to calm
himself down. He felt his lover�s hand trail up along his sweaty chest lightly
stroking him. Harry pushed the memories to the back of his mind while he tried
to calm himself.

�Are you alright
Master?� her voice was shrouded heavily from her sleep. He pat her wandering
hand.

�Go back to sleep
sexy. I�ll just get a drink and watch the night for a bit.�

He heard her murmur
and the hand retracted allowing him to rise up. He walked across the room
taking up the half empty bottle of whiskey on his way heading for the balcony.

As he looked up
into the stars he realized it was really late, almost morning though still
dark. It�s been a few months since he had that nightmare. He raised the bottle
to his mouth and drank down a swallow feeling the harsh liquor burn in his gut.

�Hello Luna.� She
did not make a sound and was standing behind him. His senses where acute from
his night terror and felt her in the shadows. He heard the fabric of her nightgown
swish as she took the last few steps to join him on the balcony.

�Hello Harry.� Once
she was next to him he passed her the bottle but had yet to look at her. They
stood in silence for some time just watching the night pass along before they
eventually sat down in the chairs next to them.

�You drink a lot
now.� Harry looked to the side and watched her tuck a strand of hair behind her
ear.

�I do a lot of
things now I didn�t use to.� His voice was neutral.

�I noticed.� A
small awkward silence settled on them before she spoke again. �What are you
doing to Zabinie and Nott Harry?�

�You shouldn�t ask
questions you don�t want answers to Luna. I tried to tell you, I changed. I
warned you that you would not like who I am now.� He took another drink from
the bottle.

�I only wanted to
know if you where doing enough. I know they had similar plans for Hanna and
Susan to just name a few of girls that had their families decimated. It was
already too late for a couple of the others.�

He was surprised
hearing that coming from Luna. He narrowed his eyes a bit looking at her. �Not
the response I expected.�

She shrugged a
dainty shoulder. �I was not lying Harry. They may not have personally killed
Daddy but they are still part of the people who did. They killed Hermione. I
don�t even trust our government because of what they did to you. My house wants
nothing to do with me and they go out of their way to torment me. Ginny and
Ronald have changed a great deal. I have not spoken to either since the day you
where put in Azkaban.�

Harry passed her
the bottle from which she took a drink before she continued. �Neville has
become very busy since the start of school but I don�t know what as he never
talks to me anymore. No friends and no family until you came and rescued me.

I don�t know about
everywhere else but at Hogwarts its everyone for themselves. People are scared
they or their family will be next. It is strange but without you there to hold
us all together everything has gone crazy. Gryffindor House is in almost open
warfare with Slytherin House with altercations between students happening
daily. The Ravenclaws side with whichever side is currently on top and the
Hufflepuffs have almost disappeared under the radar hoping to not get caught in
the crossfire.

There are a lot of
people just waiting for the end. I was one. I knew sooner or later after Daddy
was killed someone would come for me. If not Nott and Zabinie, it would have
been someone else.�

Harry frowned at
her statement. �I am glad I was able to rescue you Luna but what do you expect
me to do? I tried to help them and they threw me in prison. You don�t want to
know what they did to me once I was there. Every one expects me to fight and
kill Voldemort. Why should I? Yeah, he killed my parents and he has tried to
kill me for years but at least he�s honest about it. Dumbledore spent years
being this grandfather like guy I looked up to then when I didn�t do what he
wanted he flipped. He was the main force behind me going to jail. You can�t
expect me to want to help them after everything they have put me through do
you?�

�Not really, I was
just surprised you where. Ishtar told me you have information to Auror Moody
that did a lot for putting some damage into Voldemort�s plans, even if they did
betray you again.�

Harry stood up to
lean against the balcony. �There are only a handful of Death Eaters I want, it
seemed to be the easiest way to do get them. As to being betrayed by Moody,
he�s just doing his job. I am a fucking Assassin for Merlin�s sake. I half
expected it would go that way after he got Dolohov�s body so it was not exactly
a shock. That does not mean I am involved in this war. I have my own reasons
for what I am doing.�

It was silent for a
while. He could not deny a few of his �projects� where not even for himself but
for others that had treated him decently in the past. It wasn�t much and would
not bring back lost loved ones but it was better than nothing.

�I am really sorry
they have made you this way Harry. You really do not have a conscious anymore
do you?�

Harry chuckled. You
got to give it to her; she really does just cut right to it. �No not really. Not really the way I think you mean
it. Got im self killed being a hero.� He turned to Luna with a lopsided smirk
and asked jokingly, �Why do you ask? Looking for a job?�

He was mildly
surprised, though he really should not have been, when her face turned serious
as if she was thinking about it. �Any perks to speak of? Everything considered
that would be quite the task. Perks would offset the duties nicely.�

His amusement had
not faded. �Maybe. I suppose that would depend on what the applicant would
want.�

She rose from her
seat with a thoughtful look on her face. �I�ll think on it. It is an intriguing
proposal.� With that she walked inside leavening Harry standing there shaking
his head.

�Only you Luna��
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