Laughing in Silence

Something was cold on his cheek, like steel. His faded green eyes looked straight into the blood red ones that stood a yard away.

“Kill the spare”

It still rang in his head today, like a continuous reminder of Cedric.

He was back in the graveyard this time, like so many times before. The graves were just as he remembered them. Especially the one of Voldemort’s father, with the large angel of death. He was yelling to grab the cup just as before but instead of Cedric standing next to the cup, it was Severus. And Harry tore his throat screaming at him to run. But Severus drew up to his true height and raised his arm. Before being struck down and his soul lost forever.

Tears streaming down his face hard he drew up the sword that rested on his shoulder and held it in front of him aiming at the beasts heart. But it was too late as he saw the flashing green light come flying at him, and then he woke up.

Sweat was rolling down his back like a river and he shot straight up in the bed, gasping for air. His hands were gripping the covers of the bed so hard that his knuckles where pure white. Forcing himself to calm down he took a few large breaths and looked around the room.

Two men sat on opposite sides of the room, one with black hair and the other blond. The way they both were just staring at him made him uneasy. Shifting nervously on his rear he sat against the head bored clearing his mind. No better time to practice the Occlumency. Settling into a pensive state he let him body relax as he built up his mental shields.

When he opened his eyes twenty or so minutes later the men were still staring at him. Finally getting irritated he glared coldly at them.

“What ?” he snapped looking between them expecting an answer

Neither man moved a muscle and Harry swore that they didn’t even breath. But before he could snap at them again the large wooden door swung inwards and in stepped Jean-Claude and Anita.

Harry continued to glare at them not even caring that the Master and his servant had entered. But when the two men got up and left breaking eye contact he finally noticed the two new arrivals.

“Bon soir mon petit magicien.” Jean-Claude said face stoic and voice even. Anita just leveled Harry with a glare.

“Hello” Harry nodded looking too grown up for his body

“How do you feel?” Jean-Claude sat in one of the over stuffed chairs near the fire facing Harry.
“Fine.” came another curt replay, but Jean-Claude seemed un-fazed by his rudeness.

“That is quite good, now Harry.” He let his name roll off of his tongue “why was it necessary to attack us?” Jean-Claude folded his hands watching Harry closely.

“Have you even been caught in a trap?” Harry looked back him just as calmly

“Many of times.” Jean-Claude he gave graceful nod

“I have too, and every time I do someone I care about dies.” Harry seemed to freeze over “And it seemed like I could be walking into another trap, especially with Belle-Morte getting involved.”

“That seems like logical thinking.” Jean-Claude titled his head as he said it.

“Logical my ass, Jean-Claude He attacked us on a whim ” Anita huffed

“ A whim ? ” Harry roared sounding beast like. “ I Have to become a murderer because of a damned prophecy that was said when I was a one year old I’ve had no choice ” A tear rolled down his face and quickly as it came he brushed it away. “And you expect me to just trust everybody I have to pretend that I hate the one I love because of an unbreakable vow he made, and kill a mass-murderer maybe at my own expense to save the entire magical community and maybe even the world .” Harry sounded tired at the end of his rant, his voice just above a whisper.


“I doubt you have to save the world ” Anita scoffed crossing her arms
“Voldemort hates everything that isn’t Pureblood Wizard, Ma Petite” Jean-Claude looked over at her gravely. “Harry is The-Boy-who-lived, or actually a more fitting one The-Boy-who-has-to-live.” Jean-Claude looked back at the thin figure looking at his hands on the bed.

“Can I leave this room, I don’t like being stuck in here for hours. Or at least give me my wands so I can train or something.” Harry said sound completely like a teen, as if their conversation had never occurred.

“Oui you may leave, but you’ll have an escort.” Jean-Claude stood

“Alright, who is it tonight.” Harry said thinking back to the men who had been guarding him.

“One of Asher’s hyenas” Jean-Claude continued speaking moving towards the wardrobe. “But be on guard, the council will be arriving soon. They haven’t given an exact date, but it will be soon.” He laid clothes out on the bed “Wear this.” And they left, leaving Harry staring at the door.

Looking down at the clothes that had been placed for him to wear he raised an eyebrow. Leather pants, a green silk shirt and knee high boots. But even scarier were the undergarments that looked more like a speedo then underwear. Shrugging he got dressed as fast as the leather pants would let him.

When he was finally dressed and knock came at the door and then opened. Harry was met with a surprise. Standing in the door was a pregnant man, or was it a woman. He wore a dress the revealed the nicely swollen stomach.

“Hello, I am Narcissus and since I have nothing to do this evening I will be your escort. I am Oba of the local Were-Hyena clan.”

Nodding Harry smiled lightly his youth shining through “I’m Harry, Harry Potter.” Rocking back on his heels “So where do you suggest we go?”

“I have no idea, I have only been here a few times. Maybe we can explore together.” Blinking suddenly Narcissus smiled “Shall we.” Sticking his arm out Harry realized what he was supposed to do. Taking Narcissus’s hand they walked out of the room.

Walking for what seemed like hours they talked about everything they could think of to talk about. Narcissus was drawn to the boy, not sexually but as a friend. The child had been through so much and he held power that tingled across Narcissus’s hand. When they came to a small sitting room they spoke more laughing lightly with each other.

“Parseltounge?” Narcissus tilted his head “Say something in it, please?” he looked intrigued

“Hello Narcissus” Harry hissed out watching Narcissus smile in joy.

“That was very interesting, so only you and Voldemort can speak this language?”

“Yeah” Harry nodded

“That is a great gift, use it well.” Looking at the golden clock hanging on the wall “It’s about eleven thirty I believe we should get you back to the room.” Standing with a little trouble he grasped Harry’s hand. “So who is this mystery love of yours?”

“Oh I’ll be sure to point him out to you, but I bet you’ll know on sight.” Harry grinned, he like Narcissus. They could turn out to be great friends.

“Complete opposite of you?” Narcissus looked at him eyebrow arched

“Completely.” Harry grinned “Or so it seems.”

“Ah, I’ll keep an eye out.” He smiled and bid Harry good night at his door “I’ll come again and we can talk.”

When Harry slipped off the boots he sighed in happiness. They were killing his feet, and he was completely surprised that he didn’t have blisters. But everything else was completely comfortable, even his speedo-thing.

He heard the door slide open with a creak and the quietly close. Harry didn’t react hoping to catch them off guard if they had come to harm him.

“Is he asleep?” Said one voice that was defiantly male

“I don’t know...No he’s faking it.” Said Cheery’s voice.

“What do you guys want?” Harry asked tiredly as if he was trying to fall to sleep

“We came to keep you company.” said the other voice.

Sitting up Harry smiled at Cherry and looked at the other person in the room. A guy with violet eyes and ruby hair to the floor.

“Harry this is Nathaniel.” Cheery looked happy and was suddenly hugging Harry.

“What’s the hug for?” Harry was slightly dazed

“Just happy to see you” she smiled her mesh shirt scratching his arm slightly.

“Alright then.” He hugged her back gently “By company you mean, that you’re my guards.” Harry smiled as she pulled back.

“Yeah, Anita didn’t want us to but then we reminded her that you are unarmed and we’re were-leopards.” Nathaniel smiled sitting next to Harry

“That is a very good point.” Harry smiled but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

* * *

The next morning Harry woke up with both leopards curled around him on either side. Blinking away his surprise he slid away and quickly got dressed in some jeans and another silk shirt, this time brown, that had been laid out on one of the chairs and it had another pair of boots next to it, but this time no heels.

Suddenly when he was half dressed a whistle came from the bed and he whipped around to see Cherry grinning at him. Nathaniel sat up next to her and smiled at Harry’s half stunned position, one leg half way in the leather pants and the other one lifted in the air.

“Jean-Claude went straight for the leather didn’t he.” Nathaniel grinned at Cherry’s point.

“He always does, and the boots.” Nathaniel stood and walked towards Harry. “Need some help?” To which Harry’s reply was a nod.

Fifteen minutes later Harry was dressed and ready to go when the door hit the wall in anger. Anita stood there fuming as her still famous temper raged.

“When did you contact allies?” She gritted out glaring at Harry.

“Before you even caught me.” He suddenly sounded older

“How did they know you were here?” she frowned at him.

Sighing Harry reached into his shirt and lifted a golden chain out of his shirt that held a golden ring. “My wedding band.” he said simply

Nathaniel and Cherry both gaped at him. “You’re married?” Nathaniel asked gazing at the spinning ring.

“Yes only about six months, but yes.” Harry nodded and looked at Anita again “It has a tracking spell on it, so my husband can find me.”

Anita looked even more stunned “Husband?” she paled slightly.

“Yes, I am Mr. Harry James Potter-Snape.” he smiled

“But you said that Snape killed Dumbledore.” Cherry squeaked referencing their conversation from the previous night.

“He did, but under two unbreakable vows. One from Dumbledore and the other from Narcissa Malfoy.” he stressed the last word as he spotted Asher standing behind Anita. “But I learned the truth from Dumbledore’s pensive. Severus is still in hiding with Draco Malfoy, since some how it got out that he was helping the Order.”

Suddenly a voice boomed from behind them both. “I do not care, you will not stop me from seeing my husband.” Severus sounded livid and Harry ducked behind Nathaniel.

“I’m so dead.” Harry peeped