Warning: language, dark thoughts. Harry tries on a death eater mask. About 3-4 chapters long. Full credit to WB & JKR. English in not my native lang. Please excuse.

First Kill

By WittchWay

Harry knelt there in silence a long time just looking at the dead body of the death eater. The death eater he had killed just moments before, his own wand still tightly gripped in his hand. He was Half-aware of the battle still being fought, of other wizards running by stirring up the leaves of the forest floor. Half-aware of the tenseness that had settled over his body. Of the owls crying in the distance.

Harry crawled across the forest floor toward the body of the death eater. He sat Indian style looking down at the mans rigged body. He was covered simply in black robes, which lay half-open revealing black shirt and pants beneath. The death eater mask half hung off his face, patches of pale skin were visible underneath. Harry fluttered a hand over the body, the dead mans wand still lay in his hand though his fingers had slacked on the grip of the wood handle.

Harry leaned over and took the wand from his hand careful not to touch the gloved fingers of the death eater. He turned the wand over eyeing the chips and scratches of the wand. Harry placed the wand next to his own in his robe, pulling them tighter around him.

He looked over the plain of the man again, the way his feet fell open. The crease of the mans robes, the smooth form of his neck. Harry leaned down lifting the base of the death eaters mask from the mans face. Dark hair, fell loosely around the mans face, a partial beard crawled across the shallow skin. He didn't recognize the man. Harry wondered vaguely if the mans family would come looking for him. Or was the man simply domed to rot here in the forest, so many families were split now a days. So many were torn apart by death, abandoned because of sides chosen.

Harry slowly looked down at the mask he held loosely in his hands. It was a simple mask, two slits for the eyes, two nose holes, no slit for the mouth. It was black in color. Harry held it up to his face not quiet letting it touch his skin, peering through the eyeholes.

He turned looking through the mask over the dark forest floor, in to the wild tops of the trees. Harry stood suddenly looking at everything. Narrowing his eyes it all looked clear, he could see the littlest of details it was startling the shadows and movements caused by the soundless wind. Harry stumbled back nearly tripping over the body of the death eater. The mask fell forward brushing against the face of his skin. The mask stiffened in his hand, moving to reshape it's self, a ripple seemed to crawl across the surface. Harry froze a crackle of magic and now a smaller mask now appeared in the open palm of his hand. A mask that would fit a boy of about his age, about his size.

His knees felt weak suddenly, he slide to the ground. His eyes locked on the mask. On the silky texture, the weave of each individual threat glistened in the moonlight. Harry once again brought the mask up to eye level. Once again he peered through the eyes of the mask, a slight tremble in his hand. He inched the mask closer and closer to his face. The outer fabric of the mask brushed against his cheek. The mask suddenly felt alive, leaping from Harry Potter's hands and attached itself to his face. Panic swept through Harry as the mask formed to fit the shape of his face.

Harry clawed at the mask trying to rip it from his face. A muffled cry came from Harry and he fell back into the stump of a tree, biting his lip drawing blood. Harry lying on the ground panting heavily. Scared to shut his eyes, he looked through the death eater mask looking through the holes.

Looking through the mask, things were even clearer. Trying to get his breathing under control, Harry blinked a few times and sat up. He could feel a light pressure on his face from the mask, a silky texture as soft as water. He looked again slowly around him, his hearing seemed to intensify, as did his vision. Seamless phantoms that creeped through the forest were now visible.

He was sure he didn't need his eyeglasses while wearing the mask. He could see everything, hear everything. Smiling Harry slowly stood. He sensed small crackles of magic some where off in the distance coming closer to him.

He fluttered a hand to the mask and trying to remain calm attempted to slide a finger under the rim of the mask. But it didn't give it was as if it was suctioned to his face. Trying not to panic, trying not to scream for help, Harry brought out the death eater's wand and tapped the mask. Nothing, Harry drew out his wand and tapped again, he muttered small spells and several made up attempts, still nothing happened.

His breathing became ridged again, panic slowly overwhelming him. Harry felt as if he was suffocating, he swore the mask had a strangle hold on him. The crackle of magic was coming closer, he stood looking for a place to hide, nothing except thin trees. He shielded himself behind the closest one only the cover of the tree and the darkness could help him.

The shadow of the magic appeared, Harry watched the man walk in the rim of the clearing toward the death eater body. His wand drawn in front of him. Harry held his breath as the man inched closer, still only able to see the silhouette of the man. A small glint of sliver shown in the night, "Sirius" Harry cried leaping forward.

Sirius turned, "stupefy" he yelled catching sight of the death eater mask. Harry threw himself to the forest floor as the spell sailed by him, "Sirius… it's me Harry".

Sirius froze looking as the boys green eyes shown through the mask. "Take off the mask" he said harshly still unsure if he believe the young man. There were to many spells and charms and potions for deception.

"I can't Sirius…it's stuck. It was like magic…please help me get it off." Harry cried. Pulling at the edges of the mask near a panic attack.

Sirius lowered his wand. Looking at the dead body of the death eater on the ground, "what happened?"

Harry calmed for a moment, a little put off by Sirius's tone and demeanor. "I killed the death eater," he stumbled "and then I…bent down…to get a look. His mask was half way off, I though…well…I'd." A small cry came from the boy, "now it won't come off, it transformed and formed to my face. It's stuck." He rushed pulling again at the edges of the mask.

Sirius nodded his acceptance of this finally, lowering his wand. "Come here".

Sirius pulled at the rim of the mask similar to Harry's attempt. He tapped with his wand, several spells, charms and hexes later nothing.

After about five minutes of Sirius pulling at the mask, several obscene words that would make a sailor blush. Sirius fell back to rest on the heals of his feet. Harry sat next to him just as frustrated.

"We'll have to get back to the castle. I'm sure Dumbledore will no how to remove it".

Harry's eyes widened.

TBC

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