Disclaimer: All known characters belong to Joanne K. Rowling. She's the master and we all are just her servants.
Story: "If you call a demon by its name, he must do whatever you say."
Author's Note: I'm in an aggressive mood these days, so there will be no kind of fluffy romance.
Rating: R
Genre: General/Dark
Dedicated to: ...
Warning: Slash. Don't read if you don't like it.
Pliant by name
Chapter One: Fairy tale creatures
"Let me go." The voice of the boy who sat in front of him in a wooden chair trembled with anger.
Dumbledore looked into those green eyes, eyes, glowing with a fever that made the old man worry. This fever longed for action... and revenge.
"You will stay where you are, Harry. Enough men are out there to fight Voldemort. I can see no reason why I should send you, too.
By the way, I –as the headmaster of this school- am –of course- not allowed to let my pupils get themselves in trouble, great trouble," replied the wise wizard matter-of-factly, but his concern was shown by his exertion.
"Well, but they didn't have success in the last time, did they?" said Harry ironically.
"Maybe you have to change your point of view to see what they already reached," answered Dumbledore.
"The only thing I can see is that Voldemort is gaining more and more power and that no one even tried to stop him."
"And what are you thinking the Order is trying to do?" asked the headmaster interested.
"I didn't say they do nothing. But the time of making plans is over," explained Harry, his voice calming down.
"So you think it is time to fight?"
"Exactly."
Dumbledore laid his chin on his crossed fingers. "I can see no reason for behaving like that."
"No reason? You must be joking!" shouted the sixteen year old boy.
"You know I'm not."
"Well, what about the death of the Finnigan Family? The Bones Family? What about the death of all the other wizards and muggles? Isn't that reason enough to stand up and fight?"
"Of course it is. But no one can win a fight if he isn't prepared, Harry. We don't even have the slightest idea where Voldemort is hiding and what he will do next. How can you fight an enemy you cannot even find?"
"I can find him," Harry replied.
"No, you cannot," said Dumbledore firmly.
"I can feel him. I will find him."
"Well, let's suppose you'll find him. What are you planing to do then?" asked the headmaster.
"Kill him," answered the boy.
"How?"
Harry shrugged his shoulders. "With my wand, I suppose."
"Ah, well, and Voldemort will do nothing to defend himself, of course."
Harry sat silent.
"This sounds kind of half-baked, don't you think?"
"I'd rather do something half-baked than just sit around here and do nothing," snarled Harry. "And watching you doing nothing."
"So you think my conversations with the ministry of magic are nothing? All my efforts to find allies are nothing?" said Dumbledore calm.
"No. But I think you are still not close enough to Voldemort. Your allies won't help you if you cannot use them against him. I could find him. And you know that," explained the boy who lived eagerly.
" Harry, I already have a spy in Voldemorts followers who is able to find out what he's up to and where he will act the next time."
"Snape," said Harry with contempt.
"Professor Snape; yes," replied Dumbledore.
"I can see no reason why you should trust him," said Harry.
"But I know I can."
"That doesn't satisfy me." Harry stood up.
"So you don't trust me anymore, Harry?" asked the headmaster
"I didn't say that."
"But it is the truth. You don't think I know the human nature."
"He didn't get any information till now, did he?" asked Harry.
"I'm afraid, no," answered Dumbledore.
"Then it cannot satisfy me." Harry went to the door.
"Where are you going?"
"To my dormitory."
Dumbledore watched him as he reached the door. Just as he opened it, he said: "Wait."
The boy turned around.
"Sit down," said Dumbledore.
Harry hesitated, then took again place in the wooden chair.
"First, I wouldn't tell you what I'm about to tell you if I hadn't the feeling you would bring yourself in great danger if I did not. Second, I want you to swear you will talk about this to no one."
"I swear," replied the boy curious.
"The reason," began Dumbledore, the reason why I can trust Professor Snape and why you can do that, too, is, that I know his name."
Harry looked at him, surprised. "His name?"
The headmaster nodded.
"How can a name tell you to trust a person?" asked Harry, almost convinced Dumbledore had lost his mind.
"I don't mean his normal name, Harry," continued Dumbledore. "I mean his true name."
"His true name?"
"Professor Snape is not a human being like you – or like me."
Harry panted. That was nothing new to him.
"He is a demon."
"What?" The boy almost jumped out of his chair. "You're joking."
"Harry, you know a werewolf – is it really so hard to believe in demons?"
Harry starred at Dumbledore. "No, not really. It would explain his behaviour."
The headmaster shot him a glance. "I didn't hear that."
"But... Why are you letting him teach? And why do you trust him? I mean... A demon! An infernal creature!"
"Don't exaggerate, Harry. Think of werewolves."
"Okay. But what about his true name? What has this to do with him being a demon and you trusting him?"
Dumbledore smiled. "Don't you know, Harry, that, if you call a demon by its name, he must do whatever you want?"
Harry shook his head.
"Well, this is a lesson you'll be soon told in Defence against the dark arts."
"So he is obliged to do whatever you say? An he cannot break this ban?" asked the boy.
"No," answered Dumbledore.
It was silent for some minutes, then Harry said: "Well, this might change my opinion. Can I go now?"
Dumbledore nodded and Harry went back to his dormitory.
