Like Moths To A Flame

Nineteen: A Cowardly Betrayal

Harry

The wizarding world liked to believe that the Chosen One, and the Boy Who Lived was the bravest wizard to ever live, but this was far from the truth. In truth, he was tired of fighting, and running. They had been on the run for two months, and Snape seemed just as determined to find Hermione as ever before. But Harry just wanted it all to end.

So it was that some old Priest guy met with him in a Starbucks in muggle London. He had a pinched looking face, and looked like he was borderline anorexic.

"Thanks for meeting with me, Mr Potter," The Priest said, shaking his hand. "I am Bishop Gardiner. We spoke on the phone earlier."

Harry sipped his cappuccino, taking comfort in the high grade espresso as they sat down across from one another at a table in the back of the coffee house.

Harry looked around and fidgeted in his seat. Snape did not trust him, and frankly, he wondered just when his former Potions teacher would snap. "Yeah. You said that you knew who took Hermione. Father...Prince, he's um, worried about her, and he kinda kidnapped me. I'm scared of him, sir."

Bishop Gardiner nodded. "Let's cut the bullshit, freak. My client is willing to part with her if you give up Father Severus. They could care less about her. He said that the deadline is midnight tonight. Either he gives himself up, or she dies."

Harry swallowed past the lump in his throat. "I...I will tell him. Thank you, Father. Don't I get my payout?"

Harry did not like the older Priest's cold look in his eyes as he smiled. Harry lifted his mug of cappuccino to his lips, and suddenly felt very sick. He began to vomit, and just as his vision swam, he saw the man's face change into Dolohov's face.

Dolohov pointed a gun in his face, and Harry tried to move for his wand, but he was too slow. His vision darkened to darkness, and he knew no more in this life...

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Dolohov

Potter slumped over the table, and he looked down at the Chosen One with disgust. It was very hard to believe, or fathom that the Dark Lord had obsessed so much over this stupid boy. Well, he had to make his death look like an accident. He took out a gun, and made it appear that Potter blew his own brains out.

He put the gun in Potter's mouth, and pulled the trigger. The gun was nearly silent due to the suppressor on the end of the barrel. The gun gave a faint pop noise, and his blood painted the wall behind him.

He quickly fled the scene, and found a discreet spot to disapparate back to headquarters. He had already been given everything by the Chosen One as to where Severus was. But in the mean time, he had a witch to satisfy his current needs, and satisfy them she would as he watched the show unfold before him...