HP one shots

Interesting // NottPott

Summary:

Harry recieves a request from Lord Nott with a request to protect his son Theo. Harry however is interested in more than just protecting Theo, and he has a lot to offer Theo with his part on the Grey side. Now he just needs tho to say yes.
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Harry made sure that his hood was up and covering his face, sticking charm in place before he stepped into the pub. The heat and noise hit him first, the scent of smoke and of alcohol. He made his way over to the bar and waved his hand at Antonia, the bright smile of recognition and warmth greeted him and under his hood he was smiling warmly back.

"Zolotse eet ees good to zee you, vat are you drinking?" Her thick Russian accent was a welcoming as the hug she pulled him into.

"Firewhisky, double please Antonia. How's things?" Harry asked.

"Busy as normal, your guest eez here," Antonia nodded to the private room that they kept for him when he came here to do his personal business away from the castle.

"You're an angel," Harry grinned leaning over to kiss her cheek.

"And you're a smooz talker," she said playfully. Harry took his glass and made his way to the private room, closing and throwing up the privacy charms on the room as he took in his guest.

A worn and tired looking man sat knocking back what Harry reckoned was his fifth glass of double firewhisky, his eyes quickly took in the signs of strain around his eyes, the tightness of his mouth, the faint tremble of his hand that had nothing to do with alcohol.

"Mr Nott," Harry nodded his head making his way to his chair in front of the fireplace still eying the other man curiously.

"Mr Potter. Is it really you?" Harry chuckled and swept his hood back revealing his features. "That's a yes,"

"What can I help you with Mr Nott? My time is precious," Harry crossed his legs and took a sip of his whisky.

"My son, Theo, I need your help," Mr Nott sighed rubbing his eyes.

"With what?" Harry tilted his head.

"Protecting him, I'm a dead man walking, we both know that. I have murdered, tortured and destroyed enough people and things that I will get nothing less than the kiss if the Ministry get hold of me. If The Dark Lord gets hold of me I have failed too many times, and this time on too big of a mission to escape with my life. My time is limited and I am running out of it. The Ministry will try and make a show of my son, make an example of him, the Dark Lord will hurt him, either set him up on a mission he will never succeed in or just plain torture him in revenge and anger at me,"

"Yes, what has that to do with me? You got in contact with me here, you clearly know that I am not the golden boy most think I am. What concern of mines is it?" Harry tilted his head curiously before taking another sip of his whisky.

"I will give you everything to protect him," Mr Nott had a tone of pure desperation in his voice.

"Everything?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Whatever you want, money, houses, information, whatever just please...protect my son!" Mr Nott pleaded. Harry sat back in his seat, his eyes scanning over Mr Nott thoughtfully, since Mr Nott had set up this meeting he had been watching Theo closer. He of course knew all the fifth to seventh years in all the houses, they were the ones who were likely to be the big players in the next few years and it was important he knew them, what drove them, what they wanted, what they liked, what side they were likely to take.

The last week he had looked even closer at Theo and something had started stirring in his mind, something had started occurring to him that he had drifted over in the past, something that his followers had been mentioning to him about for the last year and a bit.