"Wake up. Hazama. --Hazama..."
He knew that voice. Potions, experiments, playing with wands and muggle water-guns...
"--Hazama."
("Why don't you cover your hair when you brew, at least? No wonder it always looks so ratty!")
("Shaddap, Hazama, non of your business... I do when I do serious brewing, all right? And now give me back my potions book")
And long fingers that stroke the words This is the property of the Half Blood Prince which wasn't his handwriting, not really, though similar, so similar...
And later on, too, meeting in small dark smokey bars, muggle or not, or dockside alleys with a bottle and chips in a bag... Small variously colored bottles that clinked, costing an arm and a leg but worth it. He'd been one of the few people he had know Before he could talk too, even now, and then...
Then.
Damn him, why?
"...Hazama. Stop that and wake up. --Please."
And that was All Wrong.
Hazama Kuroo woke up with a whimper.
"Give me Wizard's Oath, now. --You are still a Wizard, whatever else you are."
The mask was off his face, now, carelessly laid face down on the threadbare sofa.
"--And you think I would comply--why."
The long fingers, stroking that idiot-looking little red goldfish hair-tye...
"Because, if you do not, I will make damn sure you wouldn't see--it--for the foreseeable future, that's why. --And all I am asking is for your silence. For now."
Hazama Kuroo blinked. He wasn't quite sure just what he had been expecting, but this wasn't it, that was for sure...
"...You want my...professional services? There would have been perhaps better ways of procoring those, old friend..."
His "old friend" only sniffed at that.
"Just swear Silence, for what I and others would discuss about this matter. --Here. I put it in writing, just to be sure."
So there would be no wriggling out on semantics, this time, then. Hazama Kuroo looked over the parchment. It seemed aboveboard, as far as he could tell, strangely enough.
"Shall I sign in blood, then?"
"--Do not quip of blood-spells!"
Ahh. Twitchy, twitchy...
"--Give me a quill, then."
"...Hazama, do you not have your own? Not even one?"
...Come to think of it, one of his ball-points (spelled so it'll always come back to him, of course) had been a quill, once upon a time...
Hazama Kuroo blinked then, realizing just whom that particular present had been from.
"--Just sign, Hazama. Your--ward--is sitting with my Lord and Master now. We wouldn't want either of them to get too bored, would we?"
Hazama Kuroo gritted his teeth them. Fear was counter-productive...fear was...
Fear was...
The girl smiled in his mind, dancing with the dog. Twirling.
"--I make ridiculously bad Death Eater material, do you know that, Snape?"
"--Yes, Hazama. ... I do know that."
"--Are you sure?"
"No. At the moment, I can not be sure even of death and taxes, to quote mugglisms. --I do expect the "expenses" to cover my muggle property tax surcharge, however."
The answer to that was only a groan.
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