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Summary: Dark!fic. There is a point where everyone breaks, unfortunately for the Dursley's, Harry has just reached his. Set when Marge visits in POA. Warnings: Mentions of violence, murder and death.
Author's Note:People asked for more, so more is what they get. I don't know if there will be anymore after this or not, I'll have to see how it goes, no promises. Edit: It is still taking out my pagebreaks, so I'll just write the damn word in.

Snippets of the Aftermath: Interlude

'They've all been dealt with.' The words reverberated around his head. 'All been dealt with.' The implications of that sentence running a mantra to compliment. 'Been dealt with.' The image of a boy covered in blood overlaid on top. 'Dealt with.'The truth sunk in, realisation of the facts caused his breath to catch in a gasp. Shock was soon to follow. "Harry? What have you done?"

Break.

Dumbledore read the newspaper carefully. The atrocious business with Sirius Black was still plastered across the front page. Dumbledore still felt as if he was the one to blame for the mess that that situation had become. For two of the Potter's close friends to turn dark the way they had was terrible. He had felt shock that sweet Peter could betray his friends to the dark, but for Sirius to then murder him? Even with the betrayal, his murder and the murder of 17 innocent muggles on top of that was unforgiveable, still isunforgiveable. It was this opinion that had kept his tongue silent of the fact that Sirius hadn't actually been the Potter's secret keeper. A murderer deserved to be in Azkaban as much as the betrayer did, if he had still lived.

With all this going on, he had decided it would be safer to have Lupin come and teach at the school this year. He would be close enough to keep an eye on, but Dumbledore should still be able to keep him at a reasonable distance, all while making it seem as if he was doing it to support him through a difficult time.

All these years, he had kept a close eye on the wolf, just in case he had fallen to the dark too and being what he was, it was a very real possibility if he had the wrong influences manipulating him for their gain, it wouldn't be the first time a werewolf had turned rogue because they had been vulnerable to the pressure applied by a commanding character.

Hopefully, the example of his old 'friend' would stop him from straying from the right path. If he found out the fact that it had been a revenge killing of the real traitor, Dumbledore was sure he would have no qualms forgiving Black. He was determined that this information would never come to light.

The only solution he could come he could see solving this problem, was to find Black and kill him. Kill him before he had a chance to spread any lies and influence any of the gullible. Before he could get to Harry. It was at that point that the alarms informing him of the wards that were surrounding the Dursley's, had fallen.

Devastated anger ignited, roaring through him as a sick feeling settled in his stomach. "It seems I am too late."

Break.

"Who are you?"

"Who am I? That isn't really what is important at the moment!" the man snapped. He ran an agitated hand through his scraggly hair, pacing stiffly in front of the boy, burning with restlessness.

"Yes it is." Harry answered simply.

"No it is not!" Harry continued to watch him steadily. Finally the man sighed, drawing to a standstill before the boy, once again.

"Sirius..." he trailed off, waiting for any reaction to tell him whether or not Harry had been told the details of his parent's deaths. The only reaction Harry gave was a sharpened gaze, eyes tracing the man calculatingly.

"Black. Sirius Black, I know of you." Sirius looked away from the piercing stare, ashamed. "The decoy." Sirius's eyes snapped back to the boy, wide eyes betraying his shock. "Can you get me away from here?" Harry continued.

Sirius floundered, a disbelieving look locked on the boy standing in front of him calmly, meeting his gaze with an even stare. The confused word rebounding around his head burst from his lips before he could even register he was speaking. "What?"

"Can you? I will explain everything to you if you just get me away from here." Harry asked again, raising an impatient brow.

"Get you away? I- Yes." Sirius said, his decision made as he gave Harry a firm nod of acknowledgement.

Break.

Dumbledore contacted his deputy quickly, telling her to inform the Aurors that the wards of Potter's residence had fallen before calling to Fawkes to take him directly to the house. He arrived in the dark living room. The silence of the house disturbed him. A shiver ran down his spine.

He moved up the stairs, taking in each room with growing alarm. He finally got to Potter's room; eyes' closing in temporary relief, the boy wasn't there. Worry soon emerged as he glanced around, had the boy managed to get away or had Black taken him? He walked back down the hallway, glancing into the rooms occupied by the mutilated dead, looking for any clues as to the where abouts of the boy. Horrified disgust soon filled him, warring with the worry, for the majority of his attention. It soon won as he looked at the Dursley son. He had known that Black was cruel and heartless, he had also guessed that he would be insane from the amount of time spent in Azkaban, but to do this? This was on an entirely different level of evil, to murder these people in such a way, people who were complete innocents in this whole mess, it was inconceivable.

Making his way back downstairs, his eyes caught on the open cupboard. He looked inside warily, it was empty. The boy's things were gone. Maybe there was a slight bit of hope to be gleaned from this situation, after all.

When the Aurors finally arrived, followed closely by Minerva and the Minister, Dumbledore knew exactly what he was going to tell them. It was time for them to up the anté and really start putting all their attention into finding Black, for everyone's safety, but most especially for the poor boy that could be in the insane murderer's grasp.

"Albus? What happened here?" the Minister asked as he approached.

"Sirius Black." The simple statement drew everybody's eyes, silence consumed them until Dumbledore continued, "he found him."