No! Please don't! Don't do this!" He begged, his eyes pleading as his he tore his eyes away from his wife and son, both of whom were on their knees with their hands tied behind their backs and their mouths gagged. "Please...please don't!" He cried, tears pouring out of his eyes. His wrists were chained to the wall behind him, and he was without a wand and the only piece of clothing he had was his underwear. His family weren't better as his son looked to be in the exact physical condition as him, and the bruises on his wife's face were not easy to miss.
"Are you willing to give your life up for them?" Grim asked, looking down on the battered and beaten form of Lucius Malfoy. Narcissa and Draco were on their knees in front of him, both positioned to be looking at the Malfoy patriarch. The man who formerly used to wear the best of clothes and always stood proud with his hair descending to his shoulders. Now the only clothes he had was the underwear he had spent the last two days in, his hair was shaven off and his face was heavily bruised.
Narcissa Malfoy on the other hand was wearing a large pillow case, much like the ones that the house elves would wear, it was a choice between the pillow case or being naked. Draco was much like his father except that he still had some hair remaining, but even that was a small amount in the middle of his head.
"Now...now please...there is no need for this..." Lucius coughed, his body shaking from the cold and the torture that he had received mere moments before.
"No...need for this?" Grim echoed, disbelief managed to show itself even through his magically altered voice. "No...need for this?" Grim said a second time, his voice rising in volume. "There is every need for this!" Grim snapped as he shot a cruciatus curse at Lucius, Lucius cried out in pain while the other two Malfoy's cried out for him even though the gags prevented them from making much noise. Eventually Grim stopped and Lucius was left shaking on the floor. "Look at me," Grim said at a regular volume even though the anger was still present in his voice. "look at me!" Grim commanded and Lucius forced himself to look at the man out of fear of more pain. "Do you know what you have all done to me?" Grim asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I...I don't even know who you are..." Lucius gasped out before he coughed heavily, blood spitting out of his mouth.
"Yes," Grim said as he lowered his hood with his free hand to reveal his face, "you do."
"P...Potter?!" Lucius blurted out in shock upon seeing the raven haired man with blazing emerald eyes. Narcissa tried to move her head to look at him only to receive a stinging hex to the cheek, which was better than the punch that Draco got when he tried the same thing.
"Me," Harry said with the smallest of nods. "I've lost count of all the things your family has done."
"P...Potter...I..."
"She," Harry interrupted as he roughly grabbed Narcissa by the hair, causing to woman to gasp out in pain "tricked her sister...made Andromeda believe that she had changed! And then stabbed her in the back before handing her over to Bellatrix and if that wasn't enough then there is the fact that she took part in the death of her own niece and her niece's son! She helped you with all your schemes as well!"
"P...Potter, she was acting on orders of..."
"And then we have little Draco," Harry let out a humorless laugh as he released her and moved over to Draco and grabbed him by his hair. "stupid little Draco. Would never leave me alone, because this attention seeking little brat would throw a tantrum if he didn't get his way, every single time. Of course it's not entirely his fault that his parents can't parent for shit. And if I remember correctly then Draco was the one who killed Teddy."
"He...was just following orders...please show mercy and..."
"Mercy?! He killed my godson! And you dare ask me for mercy?!" Harry roared as he looked at each Malfoy with pure hate. "I have very few things in life that I care about, but it is clear that you and your master won't rest until you've taken them from me, guess I am just going to have to kill you all before that happens."
"No! Please don't!" Lucius cried. "If...if you need money I can give you money! All of the money in my vault! Please Potter!"
"Shut your mouth Malfoy," Harry said in an almost bored tone. "here is what's going to happen, when my godson died you and your master gave me a choice. I'm giving you a choice, you ever heard of the game 'kiss, marry, kill'? In that game you are given three people and you have to choose which you would kiss, marry or kill. Now I have no desire to marry or kiss any of you fuckers so we'll get rid of those but let's keep 'kill', I'm going to play a simpler version of the game called 'kill or enslave'. I'm still working on the name, but the game is quite fun."
"W...what?!"
"The goblins aren't happy with you," Harry said with a wicked smirk. "they aren't exactly pleased with the fact that you're master killed one of your own, not even a regular goblin, the goblin he killed happened to be related to the current King of Goblins. Any death eaters they find they will either execute or enslave them, I'm sure they would see the fun in making a pampered princess..." Harry gestured to Narcissa, "or a spoilt brat..." Harry now gestured to Draco. "...work in their mines. So now Lucius, you have a choice." Harry raised his wand.
"No Potter...please...I..."
"I kill your son and enslave your wife to the goblins," Harry said as he pointed the wand behind Draco's head, Harry paused before he pointed the wand behind Narcissa's head. "or I kill your wife and enslave your son. Which do you prefer?"
"You...you can't make me choose!" Lucius shouted.
"If you don't choose then there is a third option," Harry grinned. "me torturing them to death in front of you, how long do you think it will take your brat to have his mind broken from over exposure to the cruciatus curse? Think he will last longer than his mother? Of course once they are broken I will have no need for them and will just get rid of the bodies." Harry added the last part almost as an after thought. "Choose." Harry said as his wand kept moving from Draco's head to Narcissa's then back to Draco's. "Choose." Harry repeated when Lucius didn't answer. "I said choose." Harry said as the tip of his wand began glowing.
"Potter...please!" Lucius begged. "You don't have to do this!"
"The same way you didn't have to go after my friends and family." Harry said in a deceptively calm voice, his wand still moving between Narcissa and Draco. "Choose."
"Potter please!"
"Choose."
"I can pay you!"
"Choose."
"All the money in my vault! All of my possessions!"
"Goblin," Harry called, a few seconds later a goblin walked into the room, he walked past everyone and towards Lucius. He placed a quill in Lucius's hand before holding out a document for him to sign. "you might want to get to signing that." Harry 'suggested', Lucius gulped before signing the document, he hissed as the quill was a blood quill and was writing with his own blood. Once it was signed the goblin held out several more documents which Lucius had to sign, once it was done the goblin smirked at Lucius before he walked away, nodding at Harry as he did so. "Now that that part is done, we can continue right where we left off. Choose."
"But...but I signed! I gave you all my money!" Lucius protested. "Everything I had! That was the deal"
"I didn't make a deal, now choose." Harry replied.
"I...what will it take?!"
"Choose."
"Please...I..."
"Begging didn't work for my mother or any of my family or any of the families that you are responsible for killing, now choose."
"I..."
"CHOOSE!" Harry shouted, magic amplifying his voice. Lucius was silent for several moments, his eyes glancing between Narcissa and Draco.
"P...please...sp...spare my son!" Lucius said eventually, looking far more pained than ever before. Lucius and Draco jumped a second later when Narcissa fell to the ground after a flash of green light. Draco cried out, even though he was gagged.
"Hey Draco," Harry grabbed him to stop him from moving towards his mother, Harry kneeled down and looked him in the eye. "you always found it funny that I was an orphan, you laughed when you killed my godson, tell me...is it still funny?" Harry asked, Draco didn't reply. Tears dripped down his eyes as his grey eyes were locked onto his mother's lifeless body. "Guess not." Harry said before standing up. "Order up." Harry called, a few seconds later a couple of goblins came out and grabbed Draco by the arms before dragging him out.
"P...Potter...I..."
"Oh Lucius, I would save your breath if I was you." Harry suggested as he pulled his hood up. "We're not done yet." Grim said as his wand tip began glowing.
Harry's eyes snapped open as he snapped to a sitting position, he looked around and saw that he was still in his apartment, lying on the floor next to his bed. His eyes shifted from green back to grey, Harry let out a few deep breaths before he shook his head to clear his thoughts. Harry felt himself get nudged and saw Padfoot standing next to him.
"I'm fine boy," Harry sighed as he patted Padfoot, Padfoot didn't totally believe him so rested his chin on Harry's shoulder. Harry took the hint and wrapped his arms around Padfoot, giving him a small hug. "I'm fine." Harry said once more before he stood up and walked to the bathroom.
"Okay why the fuck am I here?" Harry asked as he stood in the entrance of an amusement park with Natasha and Barton, all three wearing civilian clothes.
"What? Do you not enjoy our company?" Natasha said with fake hurt in her voice.
"No, I don't enjoy your company." Harry replied, though Natasha clearly didn't believe him if the expression on her face was any indication. "Again why am I here?" Harry asked.
"I'm on a mission and I invited you so you accepted." Natasha replied.
"You didn't invite me," Harry pointed out. "you came to my apartment, told me to get ready and follow you because there was something important you needed to do."
"That's what I just said." Natasha shrugged. "I was given orders to have at least two people for my back up and I have chosen you two."
"And I am beyond honored." Harry said sarcastically.
"You might as well just make the best of it." Clint suggested. "I mean at least can enjoy a night out." Clint said as he gestured to the park.
"I would have preferred to spend the night at my place like I usually do."
"Stop being so grumpy." Natasha rolled her eyes. "You just might enjoy yourself, when was the last time you've been to an amusement park?" She asked curiously.
"Never." Harry answered.
"Wow, really?" Clint asked in a surprised voice. "What have you been doing all of your life?"
"Avoiding contact with people until I was old enough to get laid," Harry answered. "after that...I got laid." Harry said in a matter of fact voice. "That's pretty much it."
"Well...today you are going to have some fun, maybe we can even make you smile." Natasha said in a hopeful voice.
"Is it too late for me to just go back home?" Harry asked Clint who sent him an apologetic look as he patted him on the shoulder.
"Far too late." Clint nodded as he spoke in a sympathetic voice.
"Fine," Harry sighed before he looked between Clint and Natasha. "fair warning to both of you that tonight will not end in a threesome."
"No objections there." Clint snorted in amusement.
"What about a one on one?" Natasha said, making a show out of fluttering her eyebrows at him.
"Shut your face mouth." Harry said as he covered her face with his hand, he removed it a second later to show her pouting at him.
Half an hour later and Harry was still in the park with Natasha and Clint, apparently she was spying on a guy called Adrian Redwood who happened to be here tonight. Thankfully Clint and Harry had even better eyesight than her and that allowed them to keep a distance and reduce the risk of getting spotted. However since they were at the park Natasha insisted that they act like they were here to enjoy themselves. For Harry that was easier said than done, everything about the park made him uneasy. Too many people, loud noises and plenty of chances for something to go wrong.
Admittedly he did enjoy the few rides he had been on but they honestly were rather tame when compared to going full speed on a broom or in his animagus form.
"Hey," Barton nudged his shoulder before gesturing to the game stalls. "want to have some fun?" He asked with a grin. Harry immediately picked up on what Barton was saying.
"Lead on." Harry said. Barton's grin got ever so slightly bigger and he walked to one of the stalls with Natasha and Harry following behind.
"Either of you want this one?" Barton asked as he gestured to a stall where the player would have to shoot duck shaped targets with a gun.
"I'll try it." Natasha smiled before she paid for a few shots. A couple of shots later and Natasha had won herself a small bracelet. Clint had taken the next stall which involved sliding a small disk into a specific colored circle on a platform full of them, he had ended up winning himself a small toy sword which he took without the slightest bit of embarrassment.
Harry had originally wanted opted out of playing in any of the stalls since none of the prizes interested him but Clint and Natasha insisted he try at least one, which was how Harry ended up winning a fluffy dog toy after throwing six hoops and having them land perfectly on top of bottles.
"Show off." Clint laughed as he gave Harry a playful nudge.
"I think I might just give it to my dog." Harry said when the trio sat down at a table to eat, each taking turns to glance at their target who was eating in a store opposite them, he was eating pizza with an excessive amount of chips and sauce.
"How did your meeting with Fury go?" Natasha asked.
"Well...we're both alive." Harry shrugged. "So it could have been worse. Fury wasn't really happy that people had caught me on video, well not my face or anything but they saw me fight Iron Monger along with Tony Stark...or Iron Man as he is apparently called."
"Hold on," Clint raised a hand to signal him to stop. "did you just call him 'Iron Monger'?"
"That's what he is called apparently, or it's what Coulson is calling him, I didn't ask why." Harry replied. "Anyway Fury was mostly just interested in how I could survive all those bullets."
"How could you? Because you definitely got shot," Natasha frowned. "I remember seeing blood coming out of you from the videos."
"Yeah and what the hell is up with that stick of yours?" Barton asked.
Harry paused as he thought up an answer, Fury already knew about his powers or at least a few of them so he didn't really have to worry about the two telling Fury anything that he didn't already know. Plus it could make things easier as Harry had been partnered with Clint and Natasha on a few missions already and it could make things easier for future missions. Harry's wand appeared in his hand and he discreetly cast some privacy charms while keeping it under the table.
"Fine," Harry said with a small sigh. "but this is high level Shield stuff. Only Fury, Coulson and Hill know so far."
"Which means if anyone else finds out then we're in big trouble." Clint nodded.
"The surviving bullets is just part of my advanced healing," Harry replied. "as for the 'stick' as you called it, it's my wand."
"Your wand?" Clint echoed after glancing at the target.
"Yeah, I'm a wizard." Harry said as he showed them his wand. "My abilities are magical."
"Pay up." Clint smirked to Natasha as he held out his hand. Natasha rolled her eyes before handing him a few dollars.
"Of course you fuckers betted on it." Harry said, resisting the urge to also roll his eyes.
"Anyway, magic, what can you do?" Natasha asked.
"Near anything," Harry answered. "it's how I actually make a lot of my money, I make stuff then I sell it."
"Could you make money?" Clint asked.
"I could but it's not really something I do because it's really just simpler to wave my hand and make a chair than it is too make a note and make sure it looks like proper money." Harry replied.
"Are there any others like you?" Natasha asked after glancing back to make sure their target was still there.
"No, I'm one of a kind." Harry answered.
"How do you know?"
"Just trust me on it." Harry said right before he took a sip out of a fizzy drink can, Harry looked in the target's direction and looked back towards Clint and Natasha after confirming that the target was still there. Harry also just didn't want to look at the man eat, his table manners were worse than Ron Weasley's.