Shadow of Time

Chapter Two

Mere Days after Harry had cleaned and furnished the mansion, he had begun with tinkering on Weapons, Shields, and Medications, using his Knowledge over Magic, the dark Dimension and his Love for Science to get the perfect product, so he could sell it and get money out of it: A good way to get other individuals alerted to his existence.
He does not dare to sell the Weapons to someone that could one day betray him, but as he has to play buddy-buddy with Hydra, he builds in every single weapon a Self-destruct code, with which he can control if/when/and why they terminate themselves.

Even though he hadn't managed to get a gun working, the potion he was brewing was almost finished and as he was a great Potionmaster, he could earn money with medicine, venom, and poison first. A sinister grin formed on his lips, as he filled yet another flask with veritaserum, knowing very well, that one single drop of mundane honey of a mundane honeybee can turn it into the most agonizing monstrous mind fogging venom, perfect for torture, to ever exist. At least, for now.
It is easy to see, when the honey got mixed in it and when not: Normal Veritaserum is silvery-white to transparent oily baby blue, variating on strength and duration. When you mix actual Honey with it, it turns transparent red-ish with a hint of gold: once in the blood circulation, the victim will feel like its veins are on fire and its organs will slowly begin to fail, one by one, over the period of three to four days, until it stops suddenly with the death of the victim.

He had never tested it on a living creature, however, he did not have to do so: Ronald Weasley had used it on Hermione and had made Harry watch her suffer and die.
That's why he called that Venom "Bitter Lover" because Ron had though Hermione was betraying him with Harry, and killed her because of that.
Total bullocks though, as Harry had been together with one Victor Krum at that time, and Hermione had been more like a sweet sister to him.

He missed her. Dearly.
She had been his light in the Darkness, his star, his Lighthouse during a storm at sea. She had been the closest to what he had considered family.
So many nights he had wished, that it would have been him and not her, so many times he would wake up at night, screaming out her name, crying like a pitiable infant.

He missed her, he missed her so fucking much!
And even though Ronald was sitting now in Azkaban, one whole Dimension between them, he felt like a deer in the headlights, about to get hit; his mask of diabolic sadistic madness nothing but a farce, to hide the scared hurt child within.

But no one will ever find that out, because he is a Potter, and Potters don't cry:
They fight till death, and even in the Afterlife.
Like his Mother.
Like his Father.
And like his godforsaken Godfather that got himself killed.

Once a Potter chose you to be family, you become a fierce Dragon with claws and teeth to bare and show that you won't back down.
No matter if you were a snake, a lion, a badger, a raven or a wolf before that.
Because a Family is not forged in Blood; it's forged in Love and Loyalty.
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Death watched her Master working in his lab to kill his raging mind, and she sighed sadly.
Her Lover stood next to her, having followed her to meet her "Master", understanding her distress."He really is working his Heart to death, he ain't looking good either. When had he slept the last time?"

"Three months ago, I suppose. He is scared of his Dreams and works all night and day to focus himself on something else. He had even tried Dreamless Sleep-draught, but the dreams came anyway because they are warped memories: and you cannot run from your past, it will hunt you down and pull you into darkness one day." Her voice was small and soft, her gaze almost sad: this there was her most favorite Master, the Master that was like a Brother to her: He had freed her from their bond, yet she stayed, for him.
Because that's what Family does.
"We should go inside, instead of staring through the window, I feel like a Semi-Phedofile Creep!"
"Wade" groaned Death, trying to hide her amused smile."Hadrian is 24 years old AND a Veteran, plus, you are a Creep anyway."

"Ouch" mumbled Wade as they went to the door, trying to act like propper Human beings, even though none of them really were.
At the door, Death whistled in a ghostly tune, just for the door to unlock by itself, and a big white blur of fur jumped onto her, almost knocking her over.
Before Wade could say or do anything stupid, she chuckled. "That here is Jupiter, a Grimmdog from my realm. He belongs to my Master, and loves it when I visit."
"Oh, Cool! Can I pet the Doggie too? Looks soft!"

"I would have it rather you introduce yourself first, Stranger in Red." Came an eerie growl from inside of the Mansion, and there where Darkness had been before, was light, and the man that had been in the Lab.

Wades' masked eyes widened comically, and he jumped in fake fright, then steadied himself and made a deep bow. "Wade Willson, Sir! Lover of Death, my Sweetheart and Flower of Doom, Nice to meet ya, Master!"

Hadrian rose an eyebrow and huffed. "I see, so you are the next King of the dead, huh? You know, over the years, Death had many Lovers, but only you were important enough for her to mention several times, she really does love you, so..." With a swift movement, Wade was rammed into the ground, and the green eyes of Potter turned white. " I will terminate you and remove your existence from the history of the universe, should you be disrespectful towards her or hurt her in any way. Understood?"

The Man in red nodded, feeling the aura of the young man above him grow like a mad beast made of terrible pain, agony, hatred, sorrow, and the promise of a cruel end.
"I would never hurt her, she is my moonshine, my light in the dark. The only one that can calm down the voices in my head, Hurting her would be like killing the sun.
I would rather destroy myself."

Harry let go of him and helped him up instead.
"Good to know. As for you, you get my permission to kick my ass should I ever hurt her myself. 
the Name is Hadrian James Potter, by the way, but you can call me Hadrian or Harry for short. Now come in, I will fix us some dinner.
Death, you want some too? I thought about making Tacos today."

Wade began to fidget wildly like a hyperactive kid, and death chuckled lovely at her Lovers behavior. "Yes, as I want to know now, why Wade loves those so much. He almost eats only Tacos, Burger and Chimichangas."

The dark-haired male smiled small as he leads them inside and closed the door behind them.
"Well then, in the parlor with you two."

See? That's how easy it is to fake a smile.
When Deaths Master wants to, he can fake anything.
Even emotions.

Killing Emotions is the only thing he still can't do.
But that's alright, because
That's what makes him Human.