Chapter Two.

Once Harry awoke, he was surrounded by darkness. Momentarily Harry forgot where he was, so when someone else made a noise in the room, he freaked out. Instantly jumping from the bed and scrambling to get as far away from the noise as possible Harry was now backed up against the wall. Looking intently at the spot, Harry swore he saw something move. Harry felt vulnerable without his wand or knowing where he was, but, as luck should have it, Harry accidentally pushed against the light switch and the room was now flooded in light. Sitting in the corner of his room was Remus Lupin and Minerva McGonagall. Both were asleep in separate chairs.

Remembering where he was, Harry felt foolish for getting uneasy when the whole time he was really in no danger. His two night guardians were roused when the light came on and woke with a start. Seeing that Harry was up and out of bed. Remus cautiously got up.

"Harry," Remus started, "how are you feeling?"

Harry just eyed the pair as the memories of the day before flooded his mind, "I think I need to leave." He said, perturbed that he was here, but when he looked at McGonagall and her now clean robes he added, "Professor McGonagall."

She waved him off, "much worse has happened to me before Mr. Potter, I assure you. Maybe you should come back to bed, you look ill."

"No, I'm fine." Trying to be subtle Harry felt around the wall for the doorknob.

McGonagall, whom had never gotten up from her chair, leaned back a little, "I wouldn't try getting out of this room Mr. Potter, all attempts will be futile." Her voice was bored and tired.

"Why are you keeping me here?" Harry asked, still trying to find the knob. When he did, he was immediately shocked. Harry pulled back his hand to find it covered in small angry red boils.

"For your safety Harry." Remus replied. "You were going to leave the protection of the Dursleys and we couldn't let that happen. Who knows what would have come from that, you could have died."

"Could have, that's the key word, how do you know that I wouldn't have been perfectly fine. How did you know that I was going to leave anyway?" Harry leaned against the wall cradling his sore hand. "Even if the Order was watching me, like you did last year. You couldn't have read my thoughts without intruding measures."

Remus and McGonagall stayed silent. Harry glared at the both of them.

"How did you know?" Still no answer, "Professor McGonagall? Professor Lupin?"

"We took actions incase something like this happened, we couldn't let you out into possible danger." McGonagall finally said, she rubbed her old face and stood up to stand next to Remus.

"What actions did you take?" Harry said sternly, it angered him that they knew.

"The Headmaster is quite a renowned Legilimens, we placed a spell in your room that would let the Headmaster hear your thoughts if you had intent of leaving seriously."

"You've been listening to my every thought?" Harry almost shouted, "how could you do something so, so invading like that? Do I have nothing that's personal?"

"Mr. Potter, I assure you that he could only hear you, if you thought of doing something irrational. Nothing else I promise, you still have your privacy."

"Like hell I do, everything I do is monitored, don't you understand that what I was doing was for the greater good. And you now have me locked in a room in the very house of my recently DEAD godfather! How do you think that I would handle that, or did you even think of that?" Harry was angry, but he didn't mean to tell them that much. Still seemingly without his control he kept talking, "Why can't you all just leave me alone, everywhere I go I lead people into danger and I end up getting people killed!" Harry took a step forward, "what everyone doesn't understand is that I need to be alone, so that I don't kill anyone else! Imprisoning me in this house isn't going to help a single damn thing, what I saw last night about Snape, I can't even know for sure if that was real or just Voldemort screwing with my mind again. No one can trust me, with my thoughts, or my actions!"

"That's why you're here, Harry." McGonagall said in a soft voice, "Professor Snape has agreed to teach you Occlumency again. Like you said, we have to be able to trust your visions, to prevent another accident from occurring."

"Accident? Is that what you think it is? Sirius is dead, he is dead, and he can never come back. Sirius was the ONLY thing that I've had that was close to my family. Everyone else has treated me like something that should be displayed in a glass case. Everybody's' boy-hero! But Sirius was different, he was always there when I needed him and I got him killed. I-." Harry forcibly stopped himself from speaking any further, and turned around facing the door.

"Harry. Harry it wasn't you're fault, You-Know-Who put-."

"The only reason Voldemort was able to show me those images, was because I didn't practice Occlumency the first time around. I wasn't getting it so why should I have practiced? No one bothered to tell me what it was actually protecting everyone from. That was your mistake, but the rest was mine." Harry seethed out. "Let me out."

"We can't unless you promise to stay here." Remus said sadly.

"You don't understand."

"Harry, we know that you're mourning over Sirius, but this is the only place that is safe for you, and where you can get the training you need. Hermione and Ron are here, all of the Weasley's too. Most of the Order is staying at the house, Harry you don't need to be alone."

Harry didn't reply, he had already told them so much and they still didn't get what he was saying. "Just let me out of this room."

"We need your word." McGonagall said in her no-nonsense voice.

"Fine! I promise that I won't try and leave." But I don't promise to speak with anyone willingly. I must isolate myself so nobody else gets hurt.

Remus said a spell from behind him and the door magically opened. Harry walked right out, and went to the sitting room. Usually no one was in there because you had to pass the old painting of Sirius' mother. Thankfully, McGonagall and Remus didn't follow him, but as it happened there was another person in the room as well. Severus Snape sat in one of the chairs looking over what looked like to be essays. Harry moved to leave and find another place in the house, but he was stopped.

"Potter." Snape said not looking up from his papers.

Harry clenched his jaw, "yes Professor Snape?"

"I gather that Minerva or Lupin has told you about resuming Occlumency."

"Yes."

"There will be conditions this time Potter-"

"Of course." Harry started to leave, but now Snape stood.

"Don't walk away from me Potter! You're just as arrogant as your father, and that mangy mutt was."

Harry spun around and was barley a foot away from Snape's face, anger was apparent on his face, "I know that what my father did to you was wrong, and that is truly regrettable, but Sirius just died. Not so very long ago, and already your blackening his name! You say my father was arrogant, and above the rules, but the way you act now," Harry was now shaking with fury, "is just as bad my father ever was." The glass in the room started rattling, and from the shatters heard around them, the glass in the rest of the house was now shattering too.

"Potter, stop this, this instant!" Snape yelled over the noise, throwing his hands over his head.

Harry was standing stock-still as small pieces of glass cut into him, "I can't!" he yelled back. The chaos suddenly stopped and Snape looked strangely at Harry, his eyes narrowing like he was trying to figure out some particularly complex potion.

Everyone was heard rushing to where Snape and Harry stood, "What's going on here Severus?" Dumbledore asked worried, especially seeing the blood on Harry.

"Potter just-," Snape was interrupted when the front door was slammed open.

Tonks was pushed into the room you could tell she was pissed and angry tears streamed down her face. "They forced me Albus, I couldn't help it." Her voice was choked with tears.

Behind her were more than twenty Aurors and the Minister himself. "Everyone here is charged with conspiracy against the Ministry of Magic and will be taken to the Ministry for questioning. Please come willingly and you will not be hurt. Otherwise force will be used." One of the superior Aurors said.

"Albus!" Minerva said shocked.

He waved her questions away. "Minister Fudge what's the meaning of this?"

"All will be explained later Dumbledore for now you're coming with us. Bind them." He said motioning to the Aurors.

When they bound everyone and had them lined up in a single file line Harry stood between Snape and Dumbledore. "And you Mr. Potter, have an unhealthy problem of not controlling your magic." Fudge said smugly to Harry. "Conspiring against the community that holds you so dear. My, my what will the people think of this, you to Albus, I knew this day would come."

Harry snorted, "right, conspiring against you like that would take half the people here." Fudges face pinched, "and I'm the next Dark Lord waiting to release my vengeance." Harry laughed again harshly.

"Harry." Dumbledore said warningly.

Harry just glared at the Minister then looked straight ahead, turning his loathing look to the back of Snape's greasy head. Fudge just harrumphed and ordered everyone to the Ministry.

As luck would have it they paired everyone off into twos and placed them in small cells together. Harry was now stuck in a cell with Snape, close and personal. Across from them were Dumbledore and McGonagall. Snape and the two other Professors were quietly discussing the happenings of today. When they asked Harry what had happened with the glass, he just moved closer to the corner and ignored any further inquiries. This was not how things were supposed to be going. Harry should be out off on his own, while everyone else was the Headquarters safe and sound having a jolly good time. This just proved that wherever Harry went trouble followed. He didn't know how they found Sirius' home, except that they followed Tonks, but it was peculiar that they appeared just after the glass incident. And Fudge remarked on his 'uncontrollable magic' while he was there. Harry just didn't know.

Hugging his knees to his chest Harry tired to sleep. They had been in the cell for over four hours without any communication on what was going on. Snape was getting irritable and being stuck in a cell with Harry Potter probably wasn't helping. Dumbledore and McGonagall had stopped talking as had most of the others.

"This is your fault Potter." Snape said lowly as he sat as far away from Harry as he could.

"I know," Harry said dully, "Its always my fault Professor, you should probably be used to it by now."

Snape didn't reply but instead the cells were filled with the sound of the heavy stone door scraping against the floor. "Everyone up!" a man with a gruff voice said loudly. They all roused themselves up and listened. The Aurors returned and instructed different groups to go different ways. Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, Tonks, Moody, Arthur, Remus, and Harry were all lead to a room adjacent to the cells. But before they let Harry in they pulled him out and put him in the next room.

There was only one small table sitting in the middle of the bare room, and one wall had a large mirror on it. Harry had seen a few movies like this when at the Dursleys and could only deduce that they had pulled this item from the muggles and it acted in the same way. Either everyone else could see and hear what he was saying or it was just other ministry officials. Whomever it was it didn't really matter to Harry. They had probably pulled him out first because they thought he would be the easiest to crack. Too bad for them. The Auror locked Harry to one of the chairs facing the table and left the room. He waited a couple of minuets before somebody else came in.

The Minister of Magic, "Hello Harry."

"Mr. Potter." Harry corrected. He didn't want Fudge thinking that they were friends nor give him the impression that they were.

Fudge raised an eyebrow at him, "very well, Mr. Potter, I would like you to tell me exactly what the Order of the Phoenix is."

Harry shrugged.

"You don't know?" He asked incredulously.

Harry didn't reply.

"Do you or don't you know?"

"Know about what, Minister Fudge?"

Fudge glared at him, which paled in comparison to the constant glared he'd received from Snape. "Don't play games with me Mr. Potter. I am the Minister of Magic and you will treat me with some respect."

"Well Minister, I'm very pleased that you know who you are." Harry said smirking.

Fudge took a deep breath then smiled, "lets start over. This isn't a hard process Mr. Potter, you just answer the question I ask you and then you can leave."

"Leave and go back to my cell or leave and go back to somewhere else?"

"Well that all depends on how well you cooperate."

"Oh," Harry said widening his eyes, "then I guess I'd better answer your questions."

The Minister smiled, thinking that he was getting somewhere with the boy. Like Harry had presumed there was people sitting behind the glass. Fudge glanced at the mirror a triumphant look upon his face. Sitting behind the glass was the group Harry had been taken out with, they were all buckled to iron chairs and had a few Aurors and other Ministry officials to witness the questioning and look over the 'hostages'.

Snape sneered and whispered to the Headmaster, "He'll tell them everything."

"Just wait, Harry is strong."

"Now Mr. Potter, please if you would tell me, what were you doing at 12 Grimmuald Place?"

Harry looked down.

"Don't worry you can tell me."

"Well I was trying to be alone but I think everyone is set against that."

"That's not what I meant Mr. Potter!" Fudges temper flared, but he quickly calmed himself and gave Harry a shaky smile, "what I meant, was why were you at that house in the first place?"

"Which house?" Harry asked trying to look confused.

"12 Grimmuald Place!"

"Oh, yes THAT house, what was the question again?"

"Mr. Potter, why were you at 12 Grimmuald Place, in the middle of the summer with a bunch of your Professors from Hogwarts and officials from the Ministry, when you should've been with your relatives in Surrey!" Fudge said shouting.

"Well you don't have to yell." Harry quickly glanced at the mirror, "isn't it obvious?"

"If it was obvious I wouldn't be asking you!"

"Fine, fine, well as you know, or you might not know, but that doesn't matter. My birthday is coming up in a few weeks and everyone just thought it would be so great if we all had a party together, and this was the only available time to do it that fit with everyone's schedules. I really didn't want the party but they sprung it on me at the last minuet and I just had to come. I went into the front room to be alone for a moment, because, well I'll let you in on a little secret Minister, this would be my first ever birthday party; I just got so overwhelmed I had to leave." Harry smiled at the Minister, "Happy Birthday to me I guess."

Fudges jaw was practically touching the floor, with a snap, he closed his mouth, and his face started to turn a bit red, "Mr. Potter I would like the truth, do you know what you've been charged with? We could send you away for life without even a trial!"

Harry smirked, "but you couldn't do that could you, I'm the worlds savior you would be over run if you sent me to Azkaban."

"What's he thinking?" Arthur whispered to Tonks.

Tonks smiled, "He's playing Fudge like the fool that he is."

"He's being foolish that's what he's doing." Remus interjected.

"What's he supposed to say?" Tonks replied, "he isn't being the fool Fudge is, just watch you'll see, Harry can do this."

"They'll give him Veritaserum sooner or later." Snape put in grimly.

"You're continuously forgetting just to whom you're speaking to. Now try and answer my question again. Why were you there?"

"Because I was kidnapped by a rouge group of bandits and I just happened to be saved my one of my dear Professors who brought me back there to recover from the trauma." Harry said slyly.

"I won't ask you again Mr. Potter!"

Harry sighed, "you want the truth?" Harry looked gravely at the Minister, "It was all me, what can I say. I brought all of those people to the house just so they could be with me. I was so lonely you know. And after last years incident with Voldemort," Fudge filched, "I didn't want to be alone. I'm sorry for freaking you guys out or whatever but seriously nothing is going on."

"What is the Order of the Phoenix?" Fudge said clearly giving up on his previous question.

"Oh!" Harry's face brightened, making Fudge smile a bit, "Dumbledore has this"

"Yes?" Fudge interrupted.

"He is going to tell him!" Snape snarled, but Dumbledore didn't look worried.

"Dumbledore has this phoenix named Fawkes, the most beautiful bird I'd ever seen."

"Argh!" Fudge got up so suddenly that his chair fell over and he stormed out of the room.

Harry smirked, and looked over to the mirror, "Poor man." Was all he said and Harry looked back to the door. Only about ten or fifteen minuets went by before the door opened again. Fudge entered with another person with him. He was burley and much larger than the Minister. Fudge had a very pleased look on his face as he righted his chair and sat down again, the large man standing menacingly behind him.

"Back so soon, who's your friend? Is this going to be some sort of party?" Harry asked smiling.

"Oh no, this is Hans he is going to help with a little bit of persuading." Fudge said smiling. For the first time Harry felt a little bit worried, but pushed it back.

"They can't do this!" McGonagall fiercely whispered.

"Hans," Harry said the large man, "fitting name I think. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Hans didn't reply, but the Minister did, "Yes well now that we've both had a little time to cool off, lets try this one more time. What is the Order of the Phoenix and what does it do?"

"It's a candy company run by Headmaster Dumbledore that makes superb lemon drops."

"Hans." Was all that the Minister said.

"No, it doesn't make Hans, that would be a rather interesting flavor though I'd assume."

Hans walked around the table and pulled a chair close to Harry. He placed a small box on the table and opened it. Inside were long thin needles, with a red pouch at the top. "Mr. Potter, do you know what's in those needles?"

Harry raised his eyebrows; "you can fit things into there, well that is an amazing feat Minister Fudge."

"Yes. Inside is a poison, it won't kill you but it makes you feel like you're burning from the inside out. With each needle the poison intensifies, now if you answer truthfully we won't have to use those but if not, then these might help to loosen your tongue."

"I don't know what the Order of the Phoenix is, unless you think otherwise those wont help you."

Fudge nodded to Hans and slowly he picked one of the needles from the box. In a quick motion, he poked it into Harry's arm. "The potion wont take effect until after five seconds, you still have time to answer and we'll take it out."

"Oh no by all means leave it in, because I'm not going to tell you. It doesn't matter to me Fudge, I've got nothing to gain nor lose in this situation." Harry smiled, as he felt the first effects of the poison. It did indeed feel like fire, it was in your veins and your skin burning but without the scaring effects. Thankfully, it only went about five inches around the spot so Harry could focus on other parts of his body.

"What is Dumbledore planning against this Ministry?" Fudge looked at Hans again, "with every answer you answer untruthfully or choose not to answer Hans will stick another needle in you. Now we only have five needles, but I've personally never seen anyone last longer than three." Harry didn't understand why until after about a minuet after the first needle was in. The pain spread further around his arm until the whole thing was burning.

"I don't know." Harry said stubbornly. Another needle went in, this time on the top of his shoulder.

"What is he planning!"

"To take over the world one candy factory at a time." Harry replied calmly, even though the pain was crossing over into his chest Harry didn't give in. The next needle went into his neck. Needle number three, no one had lasted more than that.

Everyone behind the glass was growing unsettled with this torture.

They sat there in silence as Harry's breath continued to get heavier as the pain became almost too much. Tiny drops of sweat were forming on his forehead and arms, burning all the way down.

"You won't get anything out of me with these." Harry ground out.

"We'll see, who are all the members of the Order of the Phoenix?"

Harry took a deep breath and looked Fudge straight in the eye, "All the heads of every major cartoon company."

Fudge looked a little worried but nodded for Hans to put in the next needle, he stuck it right in Harry's chest. "Ah!" Harry cried out putting his head back, making the Professors cringe, "this feels so good, it's like my own personal sauna in here!" Harry locked eyes with the Minister and smiled evilly.

"Take them out!" Fudge ordered, Hans didn't argue but quickly pulled each needle out and surprisingly the pain went down a considerable amount. "Get the next thing." He said furiously. Hans pulled out a whip from his robes, and magically in one quick motion, Harry was forced out of his seat into a standing position. His hands were pulled up cuffed together connected to a chain from the ceiling, and he feet were cuffed to the floor spread apart slightly.

"Oh do be careful now Hans, I have fair skin I bruise easily." Harry said sarcastically.

"We have you on record saying that you were the next Dark Lord! Now tell me what are you and Dumbledore planning?"

"That was a joke Minister Fudge," Harry glared at the Minister, "you should know all about those, you ARE one!"

In a stiff nod to Hans, Fudge turned around and left the room, seething with anger. Hans now stood behind Harry with his arm raised, whip in hand. In thorough solid waves, Hans cracked his whips on Harry's back, biting into his skin and drawing blood. Harry let out a scream at the first couple but soon quelled his voice and bit into his lip. Squeezing his eyes tightly together until Hans was done.

It felt like an hour had gone by when Hans had finally left Harry. His back was littered in cuts and bleeding profoundly. Harry hung there limply by his hands to tired to support himself by standing. Looking over to the mirror Harry said in a matter-of-fact voice, "I'm beginning to think that the Ministry is just as bad as Voldemort."