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A foxy smile on an angel's face ["You wanted fake blood!?"]

Summary:

A short One-shot inspired by a hpconversations post.

“Okay, I've got you the clown costume, the power drill and 12 gallons of blood.”

“Why do we need a clown costume?” Vaisey asked Terence.

“Why do we need so much blood?” Terence countered, looking at Adar. “Wait... Where did you find 12 gallons of fake blood?” he then asked Adrian.

The other Slytherin blinked.

“... You wanted fake blood?”

Notes:

I wanted to write this OS for a while but I had a hard time staying focused.
English is not my mother tongue so... sorry.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I own this fanfiction and the minor OCs.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Work Text:

Inspired by this.

7th year Adar Vaisey, Terence Higgs, Adrian Pucey and a few other Slytherins were gathered in an empty corridor near the main entrance of the castle. They really needed a breather because – in Vaisey and Pucey's case, their parents were pressuring them into joining the ranks. Terence didn't quite have that problem: his parents had never joined the Dark Lord but still, now more than ever you needed to take a side and the Slytherins were all pressured into becoming Death-Eaters.

Terence and Adar had always been more laid back than the rest of their friends and so, they were the ones who decided to prank Hogwarts Residents as a way to relax.

“Okay, I've got you the clown costume, the power drill and 12 gallons of blood.”

“Why do we need a clown costume?” Vaisey asked Terence.

“Why do we need so much blood?” Terence countered, looking at Adar. “Wait... Where did you find 12 gallons of fake blood?” he then asked Adrian.

The other Slytherin blinked.

“... You wanted fake blood?”

The other three gave him an incredulous look.

"Yes, I wanted fake blood!" Terence shrieked.

 

[ . . . . ]

 

“Wait a minute you didn't answer: where exactly did you find 12 gallons of real blood? Is this human blood?!” Adar exclaimed, looking at Adrian with a degree of wariness.

Adrian shrugged.

“Potter gave it to me. He was in the infirmary when I sneaked in to steal the blood. He told me he was stocking some blood to give it the Blood Bank for Vampires – you know, the one they're building in Blue Alley?- yeah, well... Potter gave me his blood when I asked him.”

Terence and Adar were shocked which, yeah, understandable. Of course, among the other Slytherins present, some did have lesser good intention and so, when they got the opportunity, they decided to do something with the blood willingly given.

What did it matter that Pucey, Warrington, Higgs and Vaisey were against it? They were all outnumbered.

“Think about it; it would be a great opportunity to rise in the ranks.” Mark Carrow said, a sly smirk on his lips.

Adrian wasn't so sure. First, he had nothing against Potter. Secondly, he was pretty sure that You-Know-Who wanted to finish the Boy-Who-Lived himself and what the others Slytherins were suggesting would... go against that. The ritual was supposed to kill the boy at distance. The Aurors wouldn't be able to track it down to them. The boy would slowly be siphoned of his blood.

“We'd make a great impression among the other Death-Eaters. We wouldn't have to be scared of Malfoy anymore.”

“He must have been stocking his blood for months now with the help of regenerative potions.”

With Potter's blood, they could kill him from far away with a blood magic ritual. They just needed a place to practice the ritual because they couldn't do it at Hogwarts.

“Seriously, it's his fault,” a 6th year muttered. “He should have known better. Who stocks their own blood anyway? Especially to give it all to bloodsuckers.”

Terence stood up, unnerved.

“Don't count me in. I refuse to participate.”

With he left, followed by his three friends.

So much for a fun prank...

 

[ . . . . ] 

 

As it turned out, Potter did know better as the Slytherins soon found out.

That morning, five days later found a smirking Harry Potter entering the Great Hall under the stunned gazes of most Slytherins – because some guys couldn't help but bragging about killing Potter with a genius plan. The Gryffindor winked at them (he winked!) as he walked toward the Gryffindor table, sitting on the side facing them so that he could... observe them?

Urquhart glanced at the 6th and 7th who had been bragging earlier. Something told him that Potter knew of his would-be murderer's plans and that he had ensured his survival.

Just then, hundreds of owl flew into the Great Hall and they realized it was mail time(?).

Unnerved by Potter's smirk, Jason Urquhart exchanged a concerned look with Higgs, Vaisey, Pucey and Warrington. They were slightly worried (they also felt guilty because although they had refused to participate in the ritual that should have killed him, they did not warn him either).

Three of the Carrows (out the six still enrolled at Hogwarts) had looked very alarmed when they saw a very happy – and very alive Harry Potter- sitting not that far away from them. What they saw on the front page of their copies of the Daily Prophet explained that feeling of dread and impending doom.

Because, on the cover, written in big black letters was a sentence that would haunt them for a long time:

18 ESTIMATED MEMBERS OF OUR MINISTRY FOUND DEAD

and then, if it wasn't enough...

DEAD MINISTRY EMPLOYEES REVEALED TO BE DEATH-EATERS.

Because of course, they had to check their arms at some points during the magical scans.

The article went into details about how the dead bodies were found either at home, at their offices (work-alcoholic) or a bar (just alcoholic); and how the magical scan showed magical residues of a ritual involving blood.

The students involved in the ritual destined to kill Potter nearly whimpered – especially for those like Burke, Shafiq and Carrow, who just learn that they had inadvertently killed a member (or two) of their families. Tough luck.

As Terence read the article till the end he distractingly heard some of his housemates muttering that most of the dead Death-Eaters were part of the Inner or Second Circle. Welp, his housemates were in trouble. He hoped that You-Know-Who would never learn what those guys did but... well, he didn't care much anyway. He had tried to warn them! But they had not listened.

Turns out, the 12 gallons of blood weren't Potter's at all (they should have known better than just assume and trust Potter's words). He had stocked the blood of eighteen Death-Eaters and must have done that for a while now. How he had managed that without being caught by them was a mystery, but he had been successful.

Still... what the fuck? How did Potter know some Slytherins would want to take advantage of the blood? There was no way he could have known some snakes wanted to play a prank on Hogwarts. And there was no way he knew that some guys would take the blood for themselves before themselves even knew! (1)

Could he have orchestrated all of this? From the beginning? No, Terence was thinking too much it was making him paranoid. Nobody could have planned this... right?

Now though, they understood why Potter was so smug (and alive!)

 

Later, when they were all gathered in the common room – well, all those who knew about the ritual anyway- a heavy silence had taken place as some students shifted nervously in their seat.

“We should forget everything about this. Obviously, Potter planned it although I don't know how, but he planned it.”

“The Dark Lord would be really mad if he learned that some recruits decided to kill Potter by themselves when he especially told everyone that he would kill him himself.”

The students – whether or not they were siding with the Dark Lord- shivered when they heard this. Especially the ones who had taken part in the ritual. How could they ignore this? They had been so stupid!

“You know what. I don't want to be a Death-Eater anymore.”

“Natalius!” Lucifer Carrow exclaimed, looking at his brother with narrowed eyes.

“What?! 18 members of the Inner and Second Circle are dead! That may not seem much but it still made a dent in his army. Besides, the Dark Lord is a master Legillimen. How do you think he's gonna react when he takes a dive in your mind and discover that we're responsible for the death of 18 Death-Eaters?”

Lucifer winced.

Yeah, he had thought about this but still... No need to shove it to his face.

“Besides, I was already doubting anyway,” another student muttered, gaining whispers of approval.

They had heard their parents complain about the Crucios when they thought their kids couldn't hear them (silencing charms existed for a reason people and yet...). And despite all their complaints, they were still pressuring their kids into following in their footsteps? Yeah, Adar Vaisey(2) did not get it either.

“Even when our parents do something good he doesn't even reward them. I'm going to stay away.”

Some nodded in approval, others whispered but the general consensus was that the Slytherins didn't want to die and, self-preservation kicked in; they'd stay away from You-Know-Who.

They'd also take Potter's secret to the grave because, if they ever talk about how Potter procured them the blood, the Boy Savior would tell that they did the ritual. And seriously, they would be sentenced to a lot more than Potter (with a good lawyer Potter probably wouldn't even be sentenced to prison).

“Still...” Vaisey muttered, sighing dreamily. “That smirk was pretty hot.”

“Yeah,” Terence nodded.

The other Slytherins looked at them blankly, then the older Carrow (Lucifer)'s eyebrow twitched.

“Please tell me you're not talking about Potter.”

The two Slytherins continued to daydream about a certain snake in the lion's clothes.

 

[How could a person who looked so sweet and innocent be so... tricky...?]

And so, for weeks afterwards, the Boy-Who-Lived wore a foxy smile on his angelic face.

Notes:

1/ It's confusing, I managed to confuse myself...
2/ Vaisey is not an OC but since he didn't have a first name, I gave him one.