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What should I do about Severus? Should he be a spy for Dumbledore or Voldemort?
Harry Potter appeared in the arena with the body of Cedric Diggory. Everyone applauded, whistling could be heard but the only thing Harry could focus on was his weeping and his cry's of 'Cedric!' or 'Cedric wake up!' over his body. Then all of a sudden there was deafening silence and everyone screamed, Amos Diggory was seen battling his way to the front of the crowd, spotting his son's dead body he broke down shouting 'My son!' or 'My beloved son!'.
Dumbledore came rushing to the scene holding Harry to his chest and shouted "Tell me what happened!" but Harry kept pushing away trying to grab on to Cedric's body. Harry internally smirked, "He's back, he's back. Voldemort's back!"
Dumbledore narrowed his eyes as he looked at the mark on Harry's wrist that Harry changed to a knife slash before he Port keyed away. He is revived once again, Dumbledore thought. I'll have to get Harry in shape faster than I've anticipated.
"Keep everybody in their seats. A boy has just been killed." Fudge looked at Dumbledore.
"He must be moved Dumbledore, there are... too many people." Mad-eye Moody moved through the crowd of people and stopped at Harry. "Potter, come on!" He grabbed on to his sleeve and pulled him up, guiding him into the castle to his office.
Harry entered the room, still sobbing but when Moody closed the door he sat down, looked up and smirked. Moody looked at him curiously, "You alright, Potter?" Harry nodded.
"I am most curious, does it hurt?" Moody said, his tongue flicking out to wet his lip. He glanced at Harry's left forearm and his features scrunched up as if thinking about something. " I better take a look at that."
"Is that right." Harry uttered. " Go right ahead." Harry said innocently.
Moody growled and grabbed onto Harry's forearm. "What was it like?" he asked. "What was it like being in his presence?"
"Not bad actually." Harry smirked, while Moody once again looked at Harry as if he'd gone mad.
Moody shifted and started shaking and struggling for air. He reached for the bottle he frequently drank and found it empty. Immediately rushing to his supply, he found the rest were also empty.
"Were there others?" He gruffly asked. "Were there others in the graveyard?"
"I don't think I said anything about a graveyard." He paused for a second and broadly smirked this time. "Barty." 'Moody' now Barty turned around so fast Harry thought he could of broke his neck. "Who told you who I am?" Barty snarled.
You see, Barty." Harry began, "The Dark Lord has risen, but it was in different circumstances. In fact this was all my idea. Dumbledore will surely declare the Dark Lord has come back, then everyone will think me and him are loony and he will be gone by the end of my fifth year. I guarantee it."
Barty scrutinized Harry for a second before saying. "How can I believe you, your Harry bloody Potter." Harry sighed and put his left hand up.
"I, Harry James Potter, swear on my magic that everything I foretold was the complete truth, so mote it be." A flash of light surround Harry and then it disappeared as quickly as it came.
Barty was startled but recovered quickly and looked at Harry in a new light. Harry smirked but then he was reminded of something. "I would get out of here if I were you." Harry said while pointing to the door. "They will be here in a minute." Barty muttered something under his breath that suspiciously sounded like 'old coots'. He took everything that belonged to him he uttered a 'See you soon, Potter.' and flashed out of the dark room in a blink of an eye, rushing down the corridor away from the direction of Dumbledore.
Harry changed his expression into a whimpering mess repeating Cedric's name every now and then. Dumbledore and Severus rushed through the door of the office looking around frantically for the disguised Moody and their gaze landed on Harry. "Harry! where is Moody?" Harry looked up with tears in his eyes. "H-he said he was leaving, and packed up all his stuff and left." Dumbledore muttered a curse under his breath and Severus narrowed his eyes in on Harry.
"Harry get away from there." Dumbledore hollered and pushed Harry away. Harry sneered inwardly and felt like cutting the old coot's hands off, touching him like that. He couldn't hide the disgust look that flicked on his face for a second before it was concealed again, but that was enough for Severus, and he narrowed his eyes even more. Dumbledore approached a chest and waved his wand over the top. The chest's started to open one by one. When the final chest opened it revealed a man. The real Alastor Moody.
"Are you alright, Alastor?" Dumbledore asked pretending to be concerned because that was certainly what he was doing.
"I'm sorry, Albus." Moody's croaked voice echoed in the chest.
"That's Moody, but then who was... " Harry trailed off as Dumbledore went over to the supply of bottles and took a whiff. He then held it up, "Polyjuice Potion." Severus stated.
"Now we know who's been stealing it from your store, Severus." Dumbledore stalked over to the chest, and shouted out, "We'll get you up in a minute." Moody groaned.
Harry watched it all with a keen eye. Everything was going according to plan but there was an obstacle in his way. He glanced at Snape and narrowed his eyes. What to do, what to do.
-.-
Harry sat down at his table in the great hall, he heard everyone murmuring about Cedric and then his ears heard something interesting.
"What do you think, Raph?" A third year Gryffindor with short brown hair and a mousy appearance whispered.
A equally mousy Gryffindor in the same year, Raph, whispered back fiercely, "Of course, You saw Atticus!" The boy hissed biting his lip. "It was Potter! I know it!" The boy named Atticus slapped him on the arm and told him to calm down and shut up, but he did nod in acknowledgement.
Harry stopped listening after that and focused on his so called friends Hermione and Ron. Hermione was telling Ron off for eating to fast and Ron was being Ron and not listening. He couldn't even stand to be there, he wanted to kill these traitors but he had to wait until the time was right. He looked down onto the table and his face twisted in an unconscious look of disgust at the food and he turned around to admire the vein sticking out Hermione's neck, if he could just... "Today we acknowledge a really terrible loss." Harry scowled internally and shifted his gaze to the headmaster. "Cedric Diggory was as you all know, exceptionally hard working, intricately fair minded. And the most importantly a fierce, fierce friend. I think therefore you have the right to know exactly how he died. You see, Cedric Diggory was murdered by Lord Voldemort." Harry stopped scowling and then smirked inwardly this time. Oh, how it was coming along.
"The Ministry of Magic does not wish for me to tell you this, but not to do so I think would be an insult to his memory. Now the pain we all feel at this dreadful loss reminds me, reminds us that while we may come from different tongues, our hearts beat as one. in light of recent events the bonds of friendship we made this year will be more important than ever. Remember that and Cedric Diggory will not have died in vain, you remember that. And we'll celebrate a boy who was kind and honest and brave and true right to the very end."
After the speech the great hall turned into an uproar. Some were terrified and crying, others were denying that the Dark Lord was back and immediately discrediting Dumbledore. Harry looked over at Hermione and noticed that she was staring at him.
"You don't seem surprised." Hermione said narrowing her eyes.
Scowling inwardly he spoke calmly. "That's because I was there, I've seen him." Everyone in the great hall that heard Harry stopped talking and turned their heads in his direction. Harry stood up and walked out of the great hall and to his room for a much needed rest.
-.-
Harry was sat on the ledge of his window looking out at the dark sky. Steps could be heard outside his door and then a knock. Harry shouted out a 'come in.' and Dumbledore stepped into the room. After a few minutes of silence Dumbledore spoke up,
"I never did like these curtains. Set them on fire in my fourth year, by accident of course. I put you in terrible danger this year Harry, I'm terribly sorry." Harry sneered inwardly. What ever you want to think old man.
"Professor, When I was in the graveyard there was a moment... Um... When Voldemort's and my wand sort of connected." He mentally complimented himself on his acting skills.
"Priorium Contatum. You saw your parents that night didn't you, they reappeared." Dumbledore asked and Harry nodded.
"No spell can reawaken the dead Harry, I trust you know that. Dark and difficult times lie ahead. Soon we must all face the choice of what is right and what is easy. But remember this, you have friends here. You're not alone." Harry wanted to rant and rave about lying coots, but he couldn't help to mentally chuckle at how exact his words were from before.
"Sorry, Professor but I'm exhausted, if you wouldn't mind I would like to get some sleep." Harry sat down on his bed. Dumbledore nodded. "Of course, my dear boy. Understandable. sleep well." Dumbledore left with a muttered goodbye and Harry finally relaxed. He'd never ate since he came back into the past. He was going crazy with hunger but he had so much to do. It was finally rushing up to him.
That was when Dean Thomas walked into the room and Harry smirked maliciously, he felt a pang in his chest and hunger overwhelmed him. His fangs grew out bigger and sharper and he eyed the boy with darkening hunger. He was over in a flash and sharp fangs pierced the skin of the boy and he let out a cry. Harry was so overwhelmed with the taste of blood that he didn't think he could stop. He hadn't been this hungry in a long time. It took all his will power to stop, as his head went up in a sort of daze. Blood was running down his lip and chin and he basked in it. He loved the color of red. So lovely, so bloody, So like the colour of a certain pair of crimson eyes- He stopped that train of thought and blinked.
He looked around and seen Dean sprawled across the floor not breathing. Merlin. He thought. I think I really did kill him. He cursed out loud and checked the boy's pulse. He's dead. Great now what? He vanished the blood off the floor and his person. Harry took out his wand and transfigured Dean's body into a mouse, opened the window and chucked it out. Who would have thought it was that easy?
-.-
Harry awoke a few hours later, he shifted in his bed and wiped his eyes tiredly. Harry immediately jumped out of his bed and had his wand in his hand in a split second. Everyone in the room fixed their eyes on Harry and all of a sudden the events came rushing back to Harry's head. He wasn't dead! He wasn't! If he could cackle he would, but then he noticed the rooms occupants. He looked around calmly and his eyes narrowed in on Ron.
"What in Merlins name is going on?" Ron looked up into Harry's eyes and his finger pointed to Dean's bedpost. Harry turned to said direction and came face to face with a empty bed.
"What happened?" Harry questioned.
"I-I don't know, mate." Ron replied looking down at his feet. "Dean said that he was tired and wanted to go to bed so he should be in here by now." Ron finally looked up from the floor. "But you must know! You were here." Harry sighed internally and explained that he was asleep and didn't hear a thing.
"He'll turn up. Maybe he just went to the kitchens?"
Ron secretly glared at Harry from the corner of his eye, Anyone would think he did something. After all he was in the room.
"We have to tell Dumbledore." Ron exclaimed, pushing everyone to get to the door. Hermione came rushing up to see where everyone went. Ron explained what happened and she started muttering frantically. "Come on, mate." Ron grabbed onto Harry's arm but when he touched it he twitched and brought it back.
"What happened! Your so cold!" Ron looked over Harry. "Hermione touch him, he feels like a dementor." Hermione came out of her muttering and touched Harry but drawled back after feeling the coldness. "Merlin, Harry. What happened?!" She exclaimed. Harry cursed. If they found out that the 'Boy Who Lived' was a vampire, they would go in hysterics. Not that he wouldn't want to see that, but he couldn't let them figure it out regardless until he was ready so he improvised and finally spoke, "I don't think I'm feeling very well." Harry whispered. "You guys go, I think I'm going to lay down." Ron and Hermione shared a look but gave in, Hermione looked over to the empty bed and looked back down to the floor before walking out the door everyone following to go to the Headmaster's office.
Harry watched them leave with a contemplative look. They think I did something. If that's not enough, if anyone can figure out what I am it's Hermione.. He thought. Well it's not like they have proof that I did anything. He lid back down and went to sleep.