Shadow of Time

Chapter Four

As they came, disguised in casual civil, Harry smiled and greeted them as old friends.
His story may be fake, but the emotions behind are true and raw, so it was easy to convince and manipulate those around him, even more, since Death had used her Powers to create the perfect Identity and Lifestory of him, even a Family tree and Photographs.
What would he do without her?
Lying six feet under, probably
.Or worse.
Like, failing in his Job.
He had always hated it to be Auror.
But he was free now.
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As the Blindfold fell, so did his happy attitude, and his mask of madness and vengeance was back on.
Play the mad rich guy, and they will think they can control you.
However, unbeknownst to them, Harry was the one that played them.

He stepped forward, rubbing his wrists that had been cuffed too, and looked around, just to get greeted by a middle-aged man with eyes like an old fox. Almost immediately he disliked him.
But, of course, smile for the camera.
"Mr. Potter, good to see you! I am Alexander Pierce, pleasure."He shook Harrys' Hand friendly, and Harry nodded his head, letting Pierce continue."Follow me, please. It is easy to get lost, as a stranger.
I hope you will find something you would like."

He was led through long corridors and countless rooms until they reached an iron door. There they were scanned, found to be clean, and let in. The door was cumbersome, but the space behind it was worth it: with every step he took, his eyes saw more weapons, more high-tech armor, more soldiers.

He grinned with pleasure and let himself be guided, explaining every single weapon, and demonstrating every single firearm.

But one particular 'Object' caught his eye, and he stopped as he examined it from head to toe, and Pierce followed his gaze, weighing what to say, but Harry was faster."This Man over there, with the metal arm."Hadrian began."Is he a Soldier, or a Weapon?"
"The Wintersoldier, both Weapon, and Soldier in one. He is only here because he has soon another Mision, though he is able to get bought, should you insist and pay the questioned price."

The Emerald Orbs of Harry seemed to glow in excitement at that, knowing what he will do."I would love to buy him, no matter the Price. Also, I am quite interested in one of your Neo-armors, three of those Rocket launchers, from each sort one, the Bulletproof bike with Protective Shield and the Vibranium Suit. Also, let's say, ten of each sort of grenade. Would that be possible, Sir?"

Pierce starred at him, squinting his eyes, mustering every inch of his mimic to find a flaw. "No, it is possible. But do you have enough Money?'It would cost-" He got a calculator, tipped in it, and squinted his eyes again"It would cost twelve Million seven-hundred eight thousand nine-hundred and seventeen Dollars and ninety-nine cents."

Harry thought about it a minute then smiled widely. "Fits in my budget perfectly. Costs even less than I thought. So, where do I have to sign, where should I transfer the money to, and when can I have my new Toys?"

"The account number will be sent to you anonymously, and only for the Vibrabium armor and the Winter Soldier, you will have to sign a certificate confirming that it is yours. We can transport everything already today, but with the soldier comes a book with keywords and a serious warning: the soldier has defects. Every month you have to erase his memories, otherwise, he will become human again and hard to control. If you don't have such a device to erase his memories, you should come to us and have it done, we can't let him run amok, can we?"

Potter looked him dead in the eye, all emotion cut away like brittle petals of a petite flower."I am not a Fool, Mr. Pierce, I know what to do, and how to do it. I was raised a Soldier, a Strategist, Weapon, and Leader, not a Fool. And for the erasing of memories, so I have a poison that can do that quite perfectly. Which brings me to another Subject: I am a Scientist, Mr. Pierce, I create Death in bottles tasting like sweetest wine and Weapons for mass destruction. This is my Offer: I will give you Rations of my best venoms, poisons, and medicine, and you give me for that from every new build weapon, one fully functional prototype. By now, my lovely Melody should have brought your Scientists the samples of a few of my Potions. Am I not right, my Sweetheart?"

With well-hidden shock and one hand at his gun, Pierce watched as a gigantic Black snake slithered over to Harry, up to his legs and draped itself around his Shoulders, to hiss that she had indeed, fulfilled her task.

Pierce stared at them in wonder again."You can understand her, and you control her and made her somehow invisible for my Agents and Alarm Systems, how?"

"Well, "started Harry, a proud grin plastered his face."I created her. She is invisible for cameras, even those with thermal sight function, and can get translucent: When you don't know she is there, you don't see her, because you don't know for what you have to seek: my perfect little Darling and second of my Little Monsters. If you wish, I can create more and sell them to you. They are quite nice to talk to. For the understanding part, a chip in my right brain hemisphere allows me to understand any type of animal. I don't control her, I simply build a father-child relationship: it's far more effective, because Snakes, despite the general belief of them being coldhearted traitors, are very family orientated: They will attack anyone they consider a threat to their Parent, no matter how big the foe may be. And their venom is thrice as strong as the one of a black mamba."The Ravenhead rubbed the Snakes' head affectionately and smiled at the elder Man that had let go of his Gun." I created her Race myself. They are called Nigrumanguis, but this special fella is named Melody. You can pet her if you wish to, just don't hurt her. Even her blood is dangerous."

Pierce shook his head. "No, thank you, I would rather not touch her. However, I would like to have a sample of her venom as well."

"A semple of her venom is already standing in your workroom, with several other small flasks. Don't drink them, though. I don't really want my Business Partner to get paralyzed or worse, killed."

The silence of the good sort fell into the room, and a Man with white Doctor coat walked in, a red small book in his hands, which was given to Pierce, who took it."This is the book that contains all information and Keywords for the Wintersoldier: Do not lose it, for it is singular. Agents are filling the truck right now with everything as requested, and as you reach your home, they will put everything for you into your requested room, the mail with the Account number will be sent as soon as you have reached your house safely. Do you wish to take the soldier with you in the car, or in the truck?"

"Car, please, I haven't been able to admire the work of his arm enough. How do I get him to move for me?"

"The small book, page three. If you need help, I can do it for you."

"Thank you." smiled Harry, and flipped to the third page, then spoke as natural as ever in Russian: "Longing; Rusted; Seventeen; Daybreak; Furnace; Nine; Benign; Homecoming; One; Freight Car! Master Switch. Name:  Hadrian James Potter. Soldier?"

"Clear for action, sir. Mision?" came it from the Winter soldier, his thick raspy voice filling the Ravenheads ears.

"Be my bodyguard until further notice. Kill only with my permission."

"Yes, sir." The Winter Soldier bowed his head and went over to Harry and stopped right next to him, ready for more orders. Pierce watched concentrated and in curiosity, though carefully, for the young man in front of him is now master over their greatest weapon.
"I see, that you can speak Russian, Mr.Potter. How interesting."

"I speak every language and accent that has ever existed. I always thought it would one day of use to know them, and I was right. Now, shall we go? I am kinda tired from all this Chaos here, and would like to return to my residence."

"Oh, of course, Mr. Potter, I will accompany on your way. During your ride home, however, you will have to carry a Blindfold again."

Harry nodded along, and they walked with him through the seemingly endless floors and Corridors, till they reached the Door, where the soldiers put the Blindfold back on.
Not once did the Wintersoldier leave his new Commanders side, following the Orders as told, ready to attack no matter the consequences to protect him.
the perfect Bodyguard, though Harry knew they will try to get him back, somehow.

To prevent that from happening, He will have to break the Wintersoldier from the Mindcontrol, and maybe even set him free so he could live a somewhat normal life, make sure he can handle that and live on his own.
Harry wanted to help him, for he knew what it is like to be a brainwashed weapon.
And he did not like it one bit.