Shadow of Time

Chapter Three

A scream of Agony and sorrow cut through the dark mansion, and Jupiter ran to his Master to comfort him back to slumber.
Nightmares were hunting him every night, every night in which he dares to sleep, Hermione would die in his dreams, in front of his eyes, over and over again in thousands of different ways.
And. He. Only. Could. Watch.

So he cried, sobbed like a toddler into the soft fur of his Companion that he loved so much.
Why her, why not him?

Sometimes, every time, he thinks he would be better off dead.
That he is a failure. A Freak.
And maybe, he is.
But then, he would look into the soft warm vibrant eyes of his Dog, feel his wet cold nose on his cheek when he licks his tears away, listen to Melodys' Parseltongue Lullabys, and he can't.
He just hasn't the guts to end his life, for who would protect his loved ones then?
They only had him.
And he loved them, so very much.
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Early in the Morning, his Telephone ringed shrill.
He was already awake, hasn't slept since he had woken up the first time, and answered the call cooly.
"This is Mr. Potter. How can I help you?"

"Ah, Mr. Potter. Nice to hear from you, indeed. We hacked your Phone, to make sure no one is watching or listening, this is Mr.Pierce. As I heard, you are interested in funding us, as well as buying Weapons, am I correct?"
Harry steadied himself and smiled as he spoke. "Yes, you are informed correctly, Sir. I am interested in Funding you with around three Million per six months, excluding whatever I buy. As far as you are interested, of course."

A heavy gasp was to be heard on the other side, and Harry grinned as he knew, he had the fish at the hook.
"Sounds profitable and interesting. May I ask, why are you so eager to buy something of us, leave alone investing in us?"

Harry hummed."Well, to be honest, I like weapons. I love their art, the way they cause destruction, the way you can use it to both cause and end the war. On top of that, I dislike S.H.I.E.L.D. with a passion, only a Devil could bring out. They killed my Sister and destroyed my life. For that, I want to destroy them. 
Well, why should I not ask someone who knows how to deal with them then?
After all, I want to be as cruel and lethal as possible."

"I see. My Condolences to your sister. I hope her death was fast and as painless as possible."

That struck a Nerve. "If you call painless getting Tortured for three days while she was with child without food or water and let me watch as they do so, then yes. Very painless!"
It came more out like a growl than a sentence, and silence fell over both for a moment, than the Hydra Agent spoke again. "My apologies, this seems to be a painful topic. Now, down to business.
We will send two Undercover-agents over to your Location, their Names will be Smith and Martin. You will follow them into the car, and they will bind your eyes shut, to make sure our location stays hidden. So far good?"
"Yes, Sir." murmured Hadrian."I can follow."

"Good. As soon as you have reached our destination, the Blindfold will get opened, and I will greet you in our Organization. Tell me, how did you find out about us?"

Harry forced himself to sound as dark as possible, and knew very well he could frighten the other one on the Phone with it, but scowled even more so it sounded authentic: "For torturing my sister and killing her and her unborn, I tortured the Agents and killed them without leaving a trace of me and their corpses. Those Men spill Pieces of information like bad Wine, and after a bit pressure and letting them watch my sweet Dog mangle their families and loved ones, everybody talks. Am I not right, Mr. Pierce?"

"As it seems. A Good Day, Mr. Potter. We will see us soon."

"Of course, Mr. Pierce. I cannot wait to see my Weapon arsenal grow. Good Day."

Pierce hang up first, and Harry let fall the Mask, revealing sad eyes and a furious smirk.
Time to play, Mr. Devil