Harry Potter's F*cked Life

He had planned to think out some carefully laid, intricate, scheme to get Harry to safety - clearly anywhere near her uncle or the Headmaster was not. However as he drank heavily and thought about the abuse Harry had suffered, was currently suffering from, and the multitude of other abuse that had preceded it - he made another impulsive move.

Knowing some things he'd picked up previously about their Dark Lord.... Severus did not have the power to protect Harry, just as he hadn't been able to save Lily. The first impulse had worked in his favor, he'd never have learned the truth if he hadn't snapped at Harry - no matter how regrettable it was now, and the Dark Lord was sane once more. He stumbled after apparating into the office that was lined with books and various magical artifacts - both light and dark, legal and illegal.

"Severus?" his Lord's voice cut through, sounding more astonishingly curious than infuriated. He was gripping various parchments in his hands while reading another on his desk, clearly busy. Severus teetered dangerously as he bowed, "Hades, I haven't seen you like this since you begged about the Evans woman."

Severus pushed aside the comment, though decided to use it as a building block, "It's about her daughter, my lord."

Voldemort stilled and seemed to really take in the other wizards appearance before he dropped his hands. He set the papers aside entirely, gathering them in a pile. "Don't tell me..." In the graveyard, he swore he caught a flash of a memory that wasn't his own in his mercurial mindset - one of an office he recognized but seemed... different somehow, he'd not recalled, his voice being such a pitch either as he cried...

Severus nodded, "I... I was sent to retrieve Potter earlier this evening..."

Voldemort waved his hand and summoned a chair before motioning for the drunk wizard to sit, summoning the decanter of whisky and two glasses at the same time. It was rare for his Potions Master/spy to have such loose lips. What he learned could be abundant and interesting.

It was... interesting, one could say, summoning memories long since buried within; but it more infuriated him.

--

'How the fuck is she acting so normal?' Severus thought with mounting horror as he watched Harry laugh and joke with her friends, though his face remained neutral.

Harry flitted easily amongst those assembled. Accepting hugs from her 'dads' and the twins, who had laughed at the squeal she'd made as they'd suddenly apparated and grabbed her and her feet had actually left the ground as they'd each kissed her cheeks. She leaned into Ron when he said something that remotely indicated that he was capable of expressing normal human emotion with an amused,

"Aww, ickle-Ronnikins." Harry was oblivious to the glare she'd received from Hermione when she did so, easily moving on and laying an arm around the other girls shoulders, "We seem to be breaking him, Hermione. Any day now, he'll be a functional human being and not a well-made robot."

The brunette had cackled at that as Ron feigned indigence.

He was both sickened and amazed as he watched her. Harry Potter should be huddled in some corner or under her blankets; blasting music, near catatonic, eating ice cream, sobbing, stumbling drunk, screaming, picking fights in the street, setting fire to something - not... acting as if everything was normal. That was the sickening aspect: realizing that it was her normal. It was amazing because she pulled off the act so well, laughing as she raised the back of her shirt to show her friends her tattoo there and chattered about her piercings - no one would ever suspect unless they caught her when she was vulnerable.

Like he had.

Hermione mentioned shopping in muggle London and Harry beat the table with flat palms, looking like an excited child, "Ooooh, can we, can we, can we?" she repeated and Remus chuckled, ruffling her hair that had been freed from the braids she'd worn the night before and she leaned into the contact - tilting her head back with an impish grin.

"Of course we can, pup." Ah, that explained her comfort around them all. They all saw Harry as a child or a sister, so she had no fears with those assembled. Severus doubted she noticed the whispers or subtle leers from the twins, though they were also harmless and perhaps dismissed. She seemed oblivious enough, having completely not noticed many subtle passes at her over the years that everyone else had noticed. Perhaps she simply didn't notice.

"Really?" her eyes beamed up at the werewolf and he shook his head with a smile.

"Of course. Finish your breakfast and go and get ready."

Harry almost squealed, clapping her hands together and her feet dancing excitedly beneath the table, "Who's coming with?" Several hands shot in the air, including Sirius. Harry nearly pouted. "Can you go under charms? I don't like not being able to talk to you."

The 'charms' she was referring to so casually were horribly uncomfortable as their face morphed but the mutt easily agreed, "Anything, Pup."

"Yay!" she clapped her hands excitedly before tearing into her breakfast with abandon as if she were in a race with Ron, which she apparently was as she inhaled the last bit of food and stood up clapping her hands. Ron simply stood with a smug look and turned his cup upside down before pointing to hers which still had some liquid in it. "No fair!" she whined, pretending to beat him with her fists and she, again, didn't notice the scowl on her other friends face.

Severus thought the brunette was being rather thick, given her 'smartest witch' title - Ron and Harry were merely good friends with nothing else on either side. Yet she was reacting jealously.

There were shouts and protests from some occupants of the room - mostly Molly and Arthur - as Ron simply grabbed his best friend around the waist and threw her easily over his shoulder before darting from the room and up the stairs. Harry had joined those that had started laughing hysterically, he heard her squeal half a minute later as Ron dropped her at her bedroom - they could hear the continued thumps as he went up to his own.

Truly, the girl was either a marvel or broken beyond repair...

--

After shopping in Muggle London, Harry convinced her friends to go into the Magical part.. specifically Knockturn Alley - she had heard about a tattoo and piercing parlor. It was due to the fact that the two Marauders were their escorts and she knew that both her friends wanted things... even if the more demure Hermione tried to deny such.

"Really?" Harry nearly purred, looking at her curly haired friend, "That thin little nose ring and a those tiny hoops at the top of your ears... you don't want them anymore?"

It was at that moment that Remus and Sirius became aware of how manipulative their pup was, because her words didn't just affect Hermione but Ron as well. "That's hot." the redhead nearly breathed which had made the muggleborn girl resolute and march into the store.

"My treat." Harry smiled at Ron, "Birthday gifts are hard." she added in a near pout, knowing he wouldn't accept charity, and they followed in behind Hermione. Sirius heard Harry tell the artist not to say anything about prices to her friends, both Marauders watching as she pushed a bag of gold across the counter. She'd set it down without much noise but the artist's eyes had bulged slightly - luckily for Harry her friends were too busy looking at the wall of tattoos and piercings.

Hermione stopped at one, looking skeptical, "Is that..."

"Just below a dudes balls, yeah." Harry answered easily which stunned the two Marauders further, Hermione merely turned scarlet and Ron laughed heartily from across the shop - clearly overhearing them, "Hey, no shame. To each their own." Harry smirked, leaving her friend to stare at the wall on her own.

"You aren't getting anything?" Remus asked her curiously.

"Internally debating on what I want." she replied, seeming to rock back on her heels slightly before grinning, "Fuck it. You only live once." Harry seemed a little manic as she added, "Oh and could you two help me with the Animagus Transfiguration and Charmwork?"

"Of course." Sirius answered as he'd been waiting for the day she'd ask, though he was slightly unnerved by her behavior. Harry was going to catch hell from the matriarch of the Weasley family, at least, which is something neither of them relished the idea of. Perhaps Harry was as they'd once seemingly been, laughing in the face of danger, but she'd always seemed more cautious before.

'Teenagers,' they'd both thought with a shrug, not really seeing the harm in Harry expressing herself.

--

"Oh, I love Medusa," Hermione gushed, being a feminist at heart and knowing the legends around the gorgon. "Wait... which legend-"

"The one where she was given a gift, not punished." Harry quickly answered, happy that none of them seemed to know the meaning behind it - in the muggle world, at least. The tattoo charm artist had paused before putting up an obvious mental wall to get him through their time together, she hoped the gold in the pouch was more than enough to compensate him for his discomfort. And silence.

Sirius and Remus were the ones to notice the symbol for quicksilver, the female amalgamation symbol, emblazoned in coal on her chest. Somehow Hermione had noticed the Medusa head on the back of her lower left arm first, which it was fairly large and coiled around her arm. Ron, too, as his attention had been drawn to it.

"Fucking wicked." Ron said, finally taking notice of her second tattoo and, unlike the other, he did not touch this one. Hermione proudly showed off some stars on her right foot and an intricate viney virgo sign on her left shoulder, her piercings were obvious and what Harry had said. Ron had gauges in his lobes - the hole about half an inch wide, two piercings in his left eyebrow and three in his right, a septum piercing and a stud through the center of his lower lip. When asked about the tattoo, he'd begun to hike up his shirt (which did reveal a navel piercing as well, though Harry was the only one who knew it was not a new addition) and turned around.

Both girls gasped and grabbed each others hands. Harry was clearly gripping onto a troll, her wand up its nose, while Ron clutched onto Hermione with one arm and pointed his wand at the mountainous creature. "Brilliant." Harry breathed, touching the marked skin.

"It's perfect Ron." The boy twitched as the second girl ran her fingers along the depiction of the two, his arm firmly around her.

He seemed to gulp, swallowing his fear and pride, "So everyone will know 'Mione, I'd do anything - face anything - for you."

Harry put up her hand, a wild grin on her face as she backed away and toward the counter to quietly discuss the total of what they'd done - she wanted to make sure what was in the pouch was more than sufficient for his work and silence. Just because she wanted a tattoo didn't mean she needed someone running off at the mouth about what it meant, playing dumb and saying that she was a 'feminist icon'.

That way if the Prophet got nosy and she had to contest it, because she was starting to feel spiteful like that, the artists memories would lend credence to her story and not whatever the paper said. She liked to cover her bases, she didn't like embarrassment... couldn't cause embarrassment.

Harry pulled another pouch, thinking the tip of fifty galleons was not enough - which was what was left over, from her pocket and handed it quietly to the artist. She smiled, looking at the beautiful face and the intricate detail, "You are very gifted. I look forward to coming back. Maybe I'll have some of this muggle work redone." she remarked quietly.

When she turned around Hermione was nearly climbing Ron, their tongues clearly mixing in their mouths and the Marauders finding the window out the front of the shop endlessly fascinating suddenly. Loving chaos and having her own vices, Harry made a suggestion.

--

Harry was spit out into the parlor first, watching the door as the others were spit out of the Floo Network behind her one by one. Hermione sputtered and giggled while Ron just laughed, Harry anxiously hushed them as the two Marauders came through - Remus first. She shuffled in her pockets, pulling out a couple baggies and a pipe once they'd all reassembled and shut the door - Sirius cast a silencing charm and Ron turned on the radio.

Ron and Harry soon switched; one having the twins as older brothers and the other knowing nearly every song the radio played. She was tuning it still as Ron finished grinding and filling a bowl when she came across the DJ who announced 'This So Called Life' by Three Days Grace and Hermione had nodded to her, already vibing slightly. Hermione was the pickiest about music, whereas Ron and Harry were happy to howl along to whatever was playing.

The couch was huge. The Marauders sat on either side of Harry and Ron. Harry had grinned as Hermione looked annoyed, knowing she wanted to sit by Ron (and vise versa but too polite to say anything to the grown wizards or immature), and pat her lap. "Come on, Hermione; if you lay across our laps it should be pretty comfy. Hey, Sirius, charm the fuck outta that pillow and put it on your lap when its nice and fluffy. Better not smell."

Hermione had blushed but did so after about five quick charms, the pillow looking almost overstuffed, as she'd be looking directly up at Ron. It didn't smell either. She had to sit up directly in Ron's lap when the pipe came to her, which sent butterflies in her stomach despite Harry's obnoxiously excited face every time. Finally, after maybe the seventh or eighth round, Ron gripped the back of Hermione's head and kissed her - inhaling the smoke she'd taken in seconds ago.

Harry looked like an absolutely feral gremlin as she grinned, "It's offical then. No more awkwardness and lingering gazes, you two are together. Please fuck and get sick of eachother quickly." she laughed, making the sign of the cross in front of herself. Her friends started laughing around their kiss, smoke coming from their nostrils, at her declaration and parted.

"You are such a-" Hermione began kindly.

"Fucking child." Ron finished bluntly.

Harry feigned astonishment and indigence at their words, "Oh, oh...ohhh... I see how it is. SO I should go tell your mother now about her finally getting the second daughter she always wanted." She turned her attention more to Hermione, "Or that your living with, not one but, several boys about your age - one of which you have found insanely attractive for years before you even knew what any of that meant." Harry accepted the pipe while giving her friends pointed looks while Remus chuckled beside her - Sirius also dazedly laughed, though that could have been from anything as he looked a little gone.

--

"What is it snivellous?" Sirius groaned into his cup of coffee, they'd begun drinking and smoking not long after their return until the wee hours - he was fairly certain Hermione and Ron had fucked shortly after they left. Harry had fallen asleep on the couch between the two Marauders, and was still there in the next room, so he'd been trying to keep his voice low.

The Potions Master rolled his eyes and conjured his Pensieve before him with one memory currently weaving about - as if trying to escape - before glaring at his two school-time bullies, "Try not to throw up. I had to." he sneered, though it was partly hollow as what he'd seen had destroyed so much of how he saw Harry bleeding Potter. He felt a sickening remorse and pity for her and he had actively worked to despise her - inheriting the looks of her father, save Lily's eyes, had made that horribly easy even if Harry had turned such traits distinctly feminine and was devastatingly beautiful. They were likely to be shattered, loving the girl possibly more than one of their own - the living continuation of their friend, seemingly with his confident personality.

The memory he had would render all they'd known false.

Instead of choking, gagging, crying or screaming; the two emerged with hard blank faces, which was horrifying. He had shown them what he'd seen about her uncle and Dumbledore - clipping the two together, and he'd expected more vocal rage. Instead, it was met with a low seething hiss from Remus, "All this time... they've been..." his eyes flicked to Severus at the same time that Black raised his gaze to meet Severus's as well, "You've a plan?"

He wasn't entirely certain what hellfire looked like but he was confident he'd seen it in their eyes. It made it more likely that they'd agree to the next part...