Harry Potter and the Head of Black

(A/N: Yes, I know guns are hard to come by in the UK. However, sawed-off shotguns are easier to come by than a handgun there according to reports, so there-you-go. This is short...very short...and is more a filler to move on to the next, and by far more important part of the story. Things will all start to come into motion in the next couple of chapters, including a certain island. As always, Read and Review, makes the author happy.)

Harry Potter and the Head of Black

With a silent pop, Snape appeared outside the doorstep of Number 4 Privet Drive, wand in hand. He knew that if were caught here, it could cause a lot of problems. He was, nonetheless, ready to face any threat that would come for him. He quickly tuned toward the door, only to stop at the sound of gunshots from within. He heard screams and looked up toward a bedroom window to see a body break through it. He quickly made his way to the still body and saw it was a dead Vernon Dursley. He looked back up to the window, hearing more screams. Without another moment, he took his wand and blasted off the door.

-Several Moments Earlier-

“Boy, you remember what happens if you pee on my floor.” Vernon said, smiling evilly. He made his around the still spasming body. “Stop using that thing.” he told the other man. With a curt nod, he took his finger off the button and the TASER stopped.

“So what do you make him do?” he asked, the excitement evident in his voice.

“I use him as a toilet.” he said with a smile.

“Hmm...sounds like fun.” he said, turning to look down at the crying Harry. “I might have to do the same thing.”

“After me, of course.” he said, walking over to Harry. He bent over slightly and grabbed a fist full of Harry's messy black hair. “It's been far to long since we've done this, Boy. Far to long.” he said. He relaxed his anus a moment before a banging was heard on the door.

“Dad, open up, I need something!” Dudley yelled through the door.

“Go away Dudley, I'm busy!” he yelled back. He heard no response for a moment before an oddly familiar sound reached their ears.

“I'm sorry dad.” he heard Dudley say before a gunshot went off. He noticed the other man scream in pain as he clutched his leg while he felt some hit his arm. He stumbled away as the door was pushed open by an unknown force.

“He's a fucking wizard!?” he heard the other man yell as he pulled his wand. He quickly raised a shield as Dudley fired off another round. The shield did nothing to stop the buckshot from the shotgun. While only a few shot hit the man, the majority hit Vernon in the chest, causing him to fall toward the now shattered window behind him.

He was dead before he hit the ground.

-Several Moments Earlier-

Dudley slid the two shotgun shells into the gun before snapping the barrel back into place. He knew that what he was about to do would only see him in far more trouble than he personally thought was worth, but he knew that he needed to do it. He didn't know why he always treated Harry horribly, but he knew he needed to make it up to him.

He quickly exited his room, trying to ignore the screams of pain coming from Harry. He made his way to the room they were keeping him in, noticing that his father and the other man were mumbling something. He quickly banged on the door and raised up the gun.

“Dad, open up, I need something!” he yelled. I need to make things up to Harry and end you.

“Go away Dudley, I'm busy!” he heard his father yelled back. He closed his eyes and took a deep calming breath before reopening them. He noticed that he could see faint outlines through the door, and figured they would be the people on the other side. He aimed slightly aside and pulled back on one of the hammers.

“I'm sorry dad.” he said before pulling the trigger. He heard screams of pain coming from inside and wished he had enough rounds to blow off the door. A moment later, a click was heard and the door opened on its own.

“He's a fucking wizard!?” he heard the unknown man standing with his weight on one leg yell out. He turned slightly to aim at his father and hoped he had enough spread to hit the man as well. As he saw him pull out his wand and aim at him, he cocked back the second hammer and fired again. He noticed the look surprise marred with pain on him as his father went stumbling out through the window. He noticed his father never screamed from the fall.

“I killed him.” he muttered, dropping the gun in shock. He had killed his own father. “I killed him.” he muttered again, forgetting the other man for a moment.

“You fat fucking son of a bitch!” he yelled, raising his wand up on him again. Dudley turned toward him just in time to see the maniac grin on his face. “Crucio!”

-Several Moments Earlier-

Severus ran into the house, wand in his hand. He still heard screaming coming from the room up above. He a look of pure determination set on his face, he charged up the stairs. He noticed a spasming body lying halfway out of a room, and knew from the screams the person was emitting it was the cruciatus. He made his way over and raised his wand, only to stop.

“Severus?” asked the marked Death Eater.

“Rookwood. I should have known.” he said simply. He noticed Rookwood lower his wand, letting go of the curse on the large man lying on the ground.

“Has Dumbledore sent you to play with Harry as well?” he asked, gesturing with his head behind him. Snape looked over the man's shoulder and saw Harry lying nude and beaten on a device he had once see used to breed dogs. “He said that we can't kill him, sadly, but that we can play with him.”

“Indeed he did.” he said, playing along for the moment. It wasn't as if he was lying.

“I wish we could, though.” he said, turning around. “Then the Dark Lord could-”

“Sectumsempra!” he yelled, his wand aimed at the back of Rookwood's neck. He watched as Rookwood started to turn around, only to have his throat sliced open. He dropped to the ground as part of his spinal collomn was also cut apart. He looked up at Snape as he walked toward him.

“You idiot.” Snape said with a sneer. “Potter will destroy both of those psychopaths.” he said as he raised his wand up once more. “Avada Kedavra.”

-

“We'll have to think of something.” Hermione said, turning away from the group for a moment to hide the tear slowly falling from her cheek. “We have to.” Remus walked over to her and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. She quickly spun around and buried her face in his chest. She let the tears start to fall.

“Hermione...” he said, trailing off.

“He told me he loved me.” she said through her tears. “He said he loved me and I just let him leave with that old bastard's phoenix. I did nothing!”

“Hermione, we have no way of knowing what has happened to-” he started.

“My word!” Molly yelled, getting everyone's attention.

“Harry!” Hermione yelled, running over to the group of people in varying degrees of standing. She noticed Snape holding him up while holding onto the arm of a large boy, probably Harry's cousin. She noticed Fawkes looking at them before taking flight to land on a bookcase out of the way. All of these things went through her mind in an instant before she reached Harry. Snape lowered him down into her lap before stepping away.

“Miss Granger, he gave me a message to give you once we came.” he said, looking down at her.

“What is it?” she asked, not looking up. She brushed a stand from hair away from his scar.

“He said that it was time to let the world know all of Dumbledore's secrets.” he answered. “I have a few that can be added to the list if you would like.”

“I'll get started on it in the morning.” she said, looking up at him for a moment. “What happened to him.”

“That is his story to tell, if he wants to tell it.” he said before walking toward Remus. “He also gave me a message to tell you.”

“And what would that be?” he asked, his hand resting on the hilt of his wand.

“I solemnly swear I am up to no good.” he said. “I take it you know of what he is referring to?”

“I do.” he said, the small ghost of a smile on his face. “The fact you are here shows he has some trust in you.”

“I am leaving the Dark Lord's services.” he said simply. “Both of them.”

“Good.” Remus said. “Mischief managed.”

“Indeed.”

-

The aurors continued to look around the area, slowing feeling worse. There had been high concentrations of magic used here in this room, including the Unforgivables. And yet, there was no proof. There was absolutely nothing in the small room of Number 4 Privet Drive.

Nothing, except a small device the size of a bracelet. It looked like it might fit around the neck of some birds, but it was charred beyond any hope of ever finding out what it was.

(A/N: And the hostages have found their freedom.)