The Dark Arts
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to Warner Bros, Scholastic, and Bloomsbury, Heyday/1498 films, JK Rowling and Raincoat books. I don't lay any claim to it.
Obey Me
With the return of the Dark Lord always on his mind, Harry couldn't concentrate long enough to do anything. When he was in class trying to do work, his mind wandered to the events during his fifth year and when he was alone to ponder such things, he could only see his godfather's tired eyes and face. And finally, when he was asleep, he had disturbing dreams that only further frustrated him to no end. The dreams were quite odd.
He was in a rainstorm and the only thing that he could see was the heavy rain blurring his vision. He only thing he could feel was the pounding rain on his cold gaunt skin and the only thing he could hear was the cry of a woman in the distance. When he blindly ran through the rain to help the crying woman, he stumbled into a dark forest. Wet, tired and shivering, he would search for the woman. He followed her voice to a dark cave where he was met with a ring of Death eaters. They bowed down to the Dark Lord where he was raping a young woman. In her late teens, she was beautiful with dark flowing hair and alabaster skin Lord Voldemort would open his mouth and say something, but Harry couldn't understand him. It was like someone had pressed the Mute button on a television screen.
Everyday, like the dreams in his fifth year, he would get closer and closer to understanding what he was saying but not enough to completely comprehend the message that seemed very important in his mind. It was extremely frustrating and Harry was always angered with what happened.
Then, he would abruptly wake up, shaking before he could ever figure out what the Dark Lord was saying. His friends saw his difficulty to concentrate. His grades greatly suffered and dropped to a near passing. He had gotten paler and had purple bags under his eyes from the lack of sleep. He continued to talk and act like everything was normal but his friends knew otherwise.
Finally, as the teachers got increasingly worried, Dumbledore called him to his office. That Friday, Harry entered his office and saw that his room was bearer then the year before and felt somewhat guilty of the outrageous behavior he displayed before the Headmaster. He vowed that he would act more mature so that he could have things his way and not have Dumbledore looking down on him like a petty little child.
"Harry, would you like to tell me something?" He asked softly. Harry stared emotionlessly ahead of him and blinked once, twice.
"No sir, everything is fine. Why do you ask, sir?" He asked, innocently. The old man's wrinkles were more visible then ever and the ever present twinkle in his blue eyes dimmed a bit.
"No Harry, I do believe that something is going on which is making you suffer emotionally. Is it about your godfather? About what happened in the Department of Mysteries last year?" Dumbledore questioned. Harry's eyes became cold. His face became a blank canvas.
"No sir, I don't think you understand me. I said that I am fine and if you don't believe me, then how in the future, shall I believe you? You have kept things hidden from me and I know that there are things that I should know, but don't. So sir, I don't think that you should be talking. Is there anything you would like to tell ME?" He said angrily. He had tried to be reasonable but his temper had gotten a hold on his sensible side.
"Harry. Please calm down. I know that you are hiding something from me and it may be very important. It may determine the actions of what may save your life and the other population! This is not about you anymore, Harry! The entire wizarding population is at risk and I'd greatly appreciate if you told me something." He exclaimed. Harry avoided the Headmaster's eyes.
"Oh, so have you taken lessons from Snape? You think that it's all about me? Do you realize that I have been bestowed with a curse that will never go away? What makes you think that I am all about ME? What do you think I have been doing all these miserable years? If it was all about me, don't you think I would have laid back and watched the show? Let people die?" Harry wasn't done with his little speech.
"Professor Dumbledore, one thing you should realize is that the things I have done have only resulted in deaths and failure. What makes you think that I will tell you anything? And you should do a better job of keeping an eye on things. Who knows? Maybe I'm practicing the Dark Arts in secret and am planning to be the new supreme dark lord? You see, sir, you may think you know everything and everything about a person, but you don't know me. Now sir, I'm going to walk out and pretend that this conversation did not occur." Before the Headmaster could say anything, Harry brusquely stood up and stiffly walked to the door.
"Stupefy." And everything blacked out.
It was raining again. He was cold and shivering and he was desperately trying to help the crying woman. He fell into a damp cave and saw the Dark Lord raping the poor woman.
"Amelia, my dear." The Dark Lord said after finishing with her. He softly stroked her flushed cheeks and looked lustfully at her.
"Don't cry, Amelia. You know, as well as I do, that you are the key to everything that I ever want or need. You are the key to my success and you will help me no matter what."
"Loyal Deatheaters!" He cried out to the watching crowd. They shifted nervously under his glaring red eyes.
"Meet Amelia Sedemia. She has the power to See and she can and will predict to me the outcome of this war and the plans of the Light Side. She is the one that can journey us to the ruling of the Wizarding world and the wipe out of all Mudbloods and Muggleborns!" He laughed maliciously and slapped the tear stained face of Amelia, all the while staring at her like he wanted her.
Harry abruptly shot awake with a choked gasp. He breathed heavily and stared at his surroundings. Where was he? It looked very different from his dormitory. The four poster bed had black curtains along with black window curtains. The walls were a dark green and the floor was of cold gray stone. He could see no doors and was willing to bet that they were really windows looking out to the world but enchanted to do so.
He lay awake, reviewing what had happened to him. He had a terrible argument with the Headmaster and had tried to walk. He heard a soft Stupify and then blacked out. The nerve of the man, to curse him! It was going against everything he had respected of the Headmaster. A great many minutes passed before he realized that he had heard what Voldemort had said in his dream.
"Oh no, that means that he knows of everything we will do!" He exclaimed quite loudly to the bare room. At that moment, an opening appeared on the wall and the Headmaster walked in along with the Potions Master, Severus Snape.
"Oh? Who knows what?" Professor Dumbledore asked. Harry turned his head and refused to look at him or the other being. If he was to curse him, why would he look at him and answer his damned questions?
"Mr. Potter!" Snape's cold voice cut through the heavy silence. He stalked up to Harry and grabbed his chin and forced him to look him in the black orbs.
"The Headmaster asked you a question, Mr. Potter! And you will answer to his request." He said silkily. He clenched his mouth and wrenched his chin out of his grasp. He lifted his chin and glared at him.
"Why should I? I mean, he's the one that made me be here with the force of a curse. Not to mention my back was turned and it was completely unexpected. Besides, the old man should go to hell." There was a shocked silence in the room. SLAP. Snape had slapped his cheek, which was flaming up quite nicely. Harry stared at him with a stunned expression. Professor glared at him.
"Apologize to the Headmaster right now Mr. Potter. You will never again speak to anyone in that matter again!" He yelled. Harry glared at him and responded.
"You, Snape, I should add, should also go to he-"He couldn't quite finish because he was slapped on the other cheek again by the potions master. He was fuming quite dangerously.
"Mr. Potter, do not test my patience. You will call me respectfully Professor Snape or sir, same goes with the Headmaster. And have you forgotten? Or should I help you remember what you should say to the headmaster?" He said with his hand raised threateningly. Harry rubbed both his sore cheeks and tried to force the tears out of his eyes.
"Sir, I apologize for my rude words. And Professor Snape, sir, I apologize for that too." He spit out grudgingly. Both nodded, satisfied.
"Now, Mr. Potter, I'd to ask again about the comment you said right when we were coming in." Professor Dumbledore asked. Harry cursed himself for saying that out loud but refused to tell him.
"Mr. Potter. This clear substance here is what I call the Truth Serum." Professor Snape held out a clear bottle that came from within the depth of his robes. Harry gulped.
"I said it once and I'll say it again, I'm not going to tell you." He huffed. Professor Snape stalked up to him and wrenched his mouth open while the Headmaster restrained Harry from throwing the teacher off. Harry kicked and twisted his face to the other side to prevent the teacher from pouring the truth serum in his mouth. The two men were too strong however, and he felt the liquid drops fall onto his tongue. Instantly, he felt rather drowsy and felt light.
"What is your name?"
"Harry James Potter."
"What was the comment about when we were walking in?"
"About the dream I had."
"Tell us about the dream."
"Well I'm standing in a rainstorm and I stumble into a dark forest. I follow the voice of a sad woman and I come to a cave. In the cave is Voldemort raping her and afterwards, he introduces her to the ring of Deatheaters surrounding them, watching."
"Who is this woman?"
"Her name is Amelia Sedemia and she has the power to see. She has the Eye and Voldemort plans on using her to predict the future and the moves that we, the Light Side, will make to overcome him and the Dark Side."
"That is enough," Dumbledore said to Severus. He placed the antidote on Harry's tongue and he came back from the surface of his dream state.
"You BASTARDS" He spat out. He got slapped again by Professor Snape. He grabbed his shoulders and made him stare into his eyes again.
"Might I remind you that I have told you to address us properly and respect your elders? Let me tell you something, Potter. You are NOT going to be going back to see Hogwarts for a long while unless you cooperate with us. Unless you obey us and do as we say and want, you will return unharmed. But we will go through steps to unsure that you do everything and anything we say. No friends are here for you to complain to about your mistreatment and no one here is to stop us from doing so. So, Mr. Potter? What do you say to us?" Harry for the first time that night comprehended what was to become of him. He was being held to be used and the two had power to do anything to him. They might even go as to physically harm him so that he would obey them. He lowered his eyes which were filled with comprehension and slight fear of his future.
"Professor Snape and Headmaster Dumbledore, I apologize once again for the rude comments I have said to the both of you." He said quietly.
His life would be hell for the next few months.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to Warner Bros, Scholastic, and Bloomsbury, Heyday/1498 films, JK Rowling and Raincoat books. I don't lay any claim to it.
Obey Me
With the return of the Dark Lord always on his mind, Harry couldn't concentrate long enough to do anything. When he was in class trying to do work, his mind wandered to the events during his fifth year and when he was alone to ponder such things, he could only see his godfather's tired eyes and face. And finally, when he was asleep, he had disturbing dreams that only further frustrated him to no end. The dreams were quite odd.
He was in a rainstorm and the only thing that he could see was the heavy rain blurring his vision. He only thing he could feel was the pounding rain on his cold gaunt skin and the only thing he could hear was the cry of a woman in the distance. When he blindly ran through the rain to help the crying woman, he stumbled into a dark forest. Wet, tired and shivering, he would search for the woman. He followed her voice to a dark cave where he was met with a ring of Death eaters. They bowed down to the Dark Lord where he was raping a young woman. In her late teens, she was beautiful with dark flowing hair and alabaster skin Lord Voldemort would open his mouth and say something, but Harry couldn't understand him. It was like someone had pressed the Mute button on a television screen.
Everyday, like the dreams in his fifth year, he would get closer and closer to understanding what he was saying but not enough to completely comprehend the message that seemed very important in his mind. It was extremely frustrating and Harry was always angered with what happened.
Then, he would abruptly wake up, shaking before he could ever figure out what the Dark Lord was saying. His friends saw his difficulty to concentrate. His grades greatly suffered and dropped to a near passing. He had gotten paler and had purple bags under his eyes from the lack of sleep. He continued to talk and act like everything was normal but his friends knew otherwise.
Finally, as the teachers got increasingly worried, Dumbledore called him to his office. That Friday, Harry entered his office and saw that his room was bearer then the year before and felt somewhat guilty of the outrageous behavior he displayed before the Headmaster. He vowed that he would act more mature so that he could have things his way and not have Dumbledore looking down on him like a petty little child.
"Harry, would you like to tell me something?" He asked softly. Harry stared emotionlessly ahead of him and blinked once, twice.
"No sir, everything is fine. Why do you ask, sir?" He asked, innocently. The old man's wrinkles were more visible then ever and the ever present twinkle in his blue eyes dimmed a bit.
"No Harry, I do believe that something is going on which is making you suffer emotionally. Is it about your godfather? About what happened in the Department of Mysteries last year?" Dumbledore questioned. Harry's eyes became cold. His face became a blank canvas.
"No sir, I don't think you understand me. I said that I am fine and if you don't believe me, then how in the future, shall I believe you? You have kept things hidden from me and I know that there are things that I should know, but don't. So sir, I don't think that you should be talking. Is there anything you would like to tell ME?" He said angrily. He had tried to be reasonable but his temper had gotten a hold on his sensible side.
"Harry. Please calm down. I know that you are hiding something from me and it may be very important. It may determine the actions of what may save your life and the other population! This is not about you anymore, Harry! The entire wizarding population is at risk and I'd greatly appreciate if you told me something." He exclaimed. Harry avoided the Headmaster's eyes.
"Oh, so have you taken lessons from Snape? You think that it's all about me? Do you realize that I have been bestowed with a curse that will never go away? What makes you think that I am all about ME? What do you think I have been doing all these miserable years? If it was all about me, don't you think I would have laid back and watched the show? Let people die?" Harry wasn't done with his little speech.
"Professor Dumbledore, one thing you should realize is that the things I have done have only resulted in deaths and failure. What makes you think that I will tell you anything? And you should do a better job of keeping an eye on things. Who knows? Maybe I'm practicing the Dark Arts in secret and am planning to be the new supreme dark lord? You see, sir, you may think you know everything and everything about a person, but you don't know me. Now sir, I'm going to walk out and pretend that this conversation did not occur." Before the Headmaster could say anything, Harry brusquely stood up and stiffly walked to the door.
"Stupefy." And everything blacked out.
It was raining again. He was cold and shivering and he was desperately trying to help the crying woman. He fell into a damp cave and saw the Dark Lord raping the poor woman.
"Amelia, my dear." The Dark Lord said after finishing with her. He softly stroked her flushed cheeks and looked lustfully at her.
"Don't cry, Amelia. You know, as well as I do, that you are the key to everything that I ever want or need. You are the key to my success and you will help me no matter what."
"Loyal Deatheaters!" He cried out to the watching crowd. They shifted nervously under his glaring red eyes.
"Meet Amelia Sedemia. She has the power to See and she can and will predict to me the outcome of this war and the plans of the Light Side. She is the one that can journey us to the ruling of the Wizarding world and the wipe out of all Mudbloods and Muggleborns!" He laughed maliciously and slapped the tear stained face of Amelia, all the while staring at her like he wanted her.
Harry abruptly shot awake with a choked gasp. He breathed heavily and stared at his surroundings. Where was he? It looked very different from his dormitory. The four poster bed had black curtains along with black window curtains. The walls were a dark green and the floor was of cold gray stone. He could see no doors and was willing to bet that they were really windows looking out to the world but enchanted to do so.
He lay awake, reviewing what had happened to him. He had a terrible argument with the Headmaster and had tried to walk. He heard a soft Stupify and then blacked out. The nerve of the man, to curse him! It was going against everything he had respected of the Headmaster. A great many minutes passed before he realized that he had heard what Voldemort had said in his dream.
"Oh no, that means that he knows of everything we will do!" He exclaimed quite loudly to the bare room. At that moment, an opening appeared on the wall and the Headmaster walked in along with the Potions Master, Severus Snape.
"Oh? Who knows what?" Professor Dumbledore asked. Harry turned his head and refused to look at him or the other being. If he was to curse him, why would he look at him and answer his damned questions?
"Mr. Potter!" Snape's cold voice cut through the heavy silence. He stalked up to Harry and grabbed his chin and forced him to look him in the black orbs.
"The Headmaster asked you a question, Mr. Potter! And you will answer to his request." He said silkily. He clenched his mouth and wrenched his chin out of his grasp. He lifted his chin and glared at him.
"Why should I? I mean, he's the one that made me be here with the force of a curse. Not to mention my back was turned and it was completely unexpected. Besides, the old man should go to hell." There was a shocked silence in the room. SLAP. Snape had slapped his cheek, which was flaming up quite nicely. Harry stared at him with a stunned expression. Professor glared at him.
"Apologize to the Headmaster right now Mr. Potter. You will never again speak to anyone in that matter again!" He yelled. Harry glared at him and responded.
"You, Snape, I should add, should also go to he-"He couldn't quite finish because he was slapped on the other cheek again by the potions master. He was fuming quite dangerously.
"Mr. Potter, do not test my patience. You will call me respectfully Professor Snape or sir, same goes with the Headmaster. And have you forgotten? Or should I help you remember what you should say to the headmaster?" He said with his hand raised threateningly. Harry rubbed both his sore cheeks and tried to force the tears out of his eyes.
"Sir, I apologize for my rude words. And Professor Snape, sir, I apologize for that too." He spit out grudgingly. Both nodded, satisfied.
"Now, Mr. Potter, I'd to ask again about the comment you said right when we were coming in." Professor Dumbledore asked. Harry cursed himself for saying that out loud but refused to tell him.
"Mr. Potter. This clear substance here is what I call the Truth Serum." Professor Snape held out a clear bottle that came from within the depth of his robes. Harry gulped.
"I said it once and I'll say it again, I'm not going to tell you." He huffed. Professor Snape stalked up to him and wrenched his mouth open while the Headmaster restrained Harry from throwing the teacher off. Harry kicked and twisted his face to the other side to prevent the teacher from pouring the truth serum in his mouth. The two men were too strong however, and he felt the liquid drops fall onto his tongue. Instantly, he felt rather drowsy and felt light.
"What is your name?"
"Harry James Potter."
"What was the comment about when we were walking in?"
"About the dream I had."
"Tell us about the dream."
"Well I'm standing in a rainstorm and I stumble into a dark forest. I follow the voice of a sad woman and I come to a cave. In the cave is Voldemort raping her and afterwards, he introduces her to the ring of Deatheaters surrounding them, watching."
"Who is this woman?"
"Her name is Amelia Sedemia and she has the power to see. She has the Eye and Voldemort plans on using her to predict the future and the moves that we, the Light Side, will make to overcome him and the Dark Side."
"That is enough," Dumbledore said to Severus. He placed the antidote on Harry's tongue and he came back from the surface of his dream state.
"You BASTARDS" He spat out. He got slapped again by Professor Snape. He grabbed his shoulders and made him stare into his eyes again.
"Might I remind you that I have told you to address us properly and respect your elders? Let me tell you something, Potter. You are NOT going to be going back to see Hogwarts for a long while unless you cooperate with us. Unless you obey us and do as we say and want, you will return unharmed. But we will go through steps to unsure that you do everything and anything we say. No friends are here for you to complain to about your mistreatment and no one here is to stop us from doing so. So, Mr. Potter? What do you say to us?" Harry for the first time that night comprehended what was to become of him. He was being held to be used and the two had power to do anything to him. They might even go as to physically harm him so that he would obey them. He lowered his eyes which were filled with comprehension and slight fear of his future.
"Professor Snape and Headmaster Dumbledore, I apologize once again for the rude comments I have said to the both of you." He said quietly.
His life would be hell for the next few months.