the assasination
Harry POV
I was kind of nervous, actually going to kill someone for the first time. I had everything I needed, the gun that Ron had given me, a backpack, and of course, a picture of me and my boyfriend. I took a deep breath when I reached my destination and cracked my back again, grimacing.
I carefully got my gun out of my backpack and waited until I saw that wretched monster. Brian Thompson, he called himself now. But I knew his real name. Tom Marvolo fucking Riddle. An asshole extraordinaire and rich idiot.
I could feel the adrinaline coursing through my veins and grinned.
This was it, the moment we had been planning for months. It was time to finally get in the open, making people notice us.
I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and calmly counted from three to one in my head.
Three
Two
One
BANG!
The bullet with 'deny' carved into it was shot straight through his head. He would be death before his body hit the ground.
BANG!
The second bullet with 'defend' hit his ear, not really hurting him. Not that it mattered, he was already death. Even all the riches in the world wouldn't save him now.
BANG!
The last bullet, the one with 'depose' on it, landed somewhere around him or in him, but I didn't check, too busy to get the fuck away from that place.
I knew one shot in the head was enough, but I had to shoot all three bullets. How else would they get the message they so loved?
I biked for a while before I dumped the bike on a pile of other metal trash at a place where there weren't camera's kept on walking, making sure my mask (a black scarf from my amazing boyfriend, Charlie) didn't fall of.
When I finally reached our temporary hide out, I knocked on the door.
"What is our code?" a voice I knew was Ron's asked. We had a secret code, made a while ago. Depending on the answer we knew if it were friends, kind of trusted people or cops at our door.
"And can you hear the sound of hysteria? The subliminal mindfuck America." I sighed. It was Draco's turn to choose the password. Honestly, who had decided to introduce that posh ponce to rock music?
Oh, right. That was my idea.
Well fuck.
I heard someone laughing inside and smiled again. "Just open the goddamn door, Ronald Bilius Weasley. If you didn't notice, the cops are gonna look for me."
I almost fell inside when Ron, that asshole suddenly opened the door.
"Hey guys! Mission went fine, he's pretty death." I said, falling into the couch next to my boyfriend. He immeadiatly hugged me and kissed the top of my head.
"Great! That calls for pizza!" Ron said.
Hermione sighed. "Ron. Why do you always think about food?"
Ron answered with a cheesy grin. "I'm not always thinking about food. I think about you a lot too, darlin."
Hermione grinned while I made some gagging noices.
"What. You two are just as cheesy." Ron retorted once he was done admiring Hermione.
"Yeah, but the difference is, we do it with style. Something that you should learn to, little brother." Charlie teased, grinning when Ron scowled.
"I'm still taller then you." Ron said.
"Yeah, but I'm smarter." Charlie said and I smacked him with a pillow so he would shut up.
"Please. You both are right. We are definitely more stylish and we should order pizza." I said, rolling my eyes and stopping the argument before it started.
"Already on it." Hermione, always the smart and planning one, said.
"Hermione, if I wasn't gay, I would definitely marry you. You're a godsend." I said dramatically, getting up from the couch to get some drinks. "So, who wants a beer?" I asked, dodging the pillows both Ron and Charlie send to my face.
I just got some drinks for everyone and waited until everyone was back to their normal, not-hitting-me-with-pillow self before handing them out.
I started the tv and snorted when I saw myself, half masked.
"Damn, I look like such a badass." I said, admiring myself for a second.
Someone snorted and I saw Draco entering from his room, aka every computer nerds wet dream.
"What? I know for a fact you had a crush on me, Malfoy." I said in my most posh accent.
"Oh shut up, Potter." He scowled, but I saw a faint blushing creeping up his cheeks.
"Don't worry. I'm sure Zabini won't blame you. He told me he also had a chrush on me once. He was quite drunk though. He kept talking about my cheekbones." I shrugged, thinking back to that one very awkward evening.
Draco shuddered, probably also thinking about that moment.
"Please don't. It was weird seeing the guy I had a crush on drunkenly flirting with the other guy I had a crush on."
I grinned and Draco sighed, again.
"You are never going to let me forget that moment, right?" he asked in a tired voice.
"Absolutely not, Dray. It's way too funny for that." I said back.
Our argument was sadly cut of by the pizza's arriving. Everybody gathered in the living room and we started eating the pizza's, joking around and generally just enjoying the evening and the fact that our mission was succesfully done.