The Glass Walls of Limbo
Disclaimer: I do not own any Characters, Objects, Settings, and Spells that were placed in the infamous J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter Series... Nothings mine, so don't sue.
Full Summary: After Sirius' death, Harry gets a will from Sirius that changed his life. Can Harry cope just by being the same old 'Gryffindor Golden Boy', or turned into the 'Slytherin Bad Boy'? Harry Potter and Tom Riddle have many similarities, But just how many? Dark. Spoilers. AU Book 6.
AN: Oh yeah, the little quotes/lyrics/poems are all mine, so don't steal them please.
AN 2: Thanks to the people who reviewed.
Chapter Two: Help From the Enemy
Glancing up at the porcelain face that watches me at night
That witnessed every crime you did to me
You indulged me in your most intimate fantasies
With me playing the part of your biggest star
Harry was pissed. No, pissed was a understatement. Harry was livid.
The thought of Dumbledore ever using him never crossed his mind. The man must be a master of manipulation.
To the thing that hurt most was not Dumbledore doings, but Hermione and Ron's. His best friends who he thought actually cared for him don't, and the only reason to why they ever became his friend's was because of money.
Money.
Harry heard of the muggle saying of 'Money was the root of all evil', but he never thought of that like this, and sadly, it was true.
Walking past a bakery about a mile or two away from privet drive, Harry had enough of walking and decided to rest on a nearby bench in front of a children's park across the road. It wasn't as decorative as the other park right near privet drive, but it still had swings, a slide, and a sandbox.
After a while deep in thought, Harry heard footsteps coming his way. On instinct, Harry pulled out his wand from his jean pocket but kept it out of view in case it was just a muggle. And it was.
"Hey kid, it's late out here...aren't cha belonging home or somethin'?" Asked a middle-aged muggle, clearly with a eastern downtown London accent.
"I don't have a home." Replied Harry.
"Ya don' have a home? Then why are ya out here instead at some friends' house or somethin'?" Asked the muggle again.
"Because I don't have friends. Listen, not to be rude right now sir, but I just need time to think." Replied Harry tiredly.
"Ah, yeah. Right. Ya need a fag?" Asked the muggle, pulling out a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket.
Harry was going to reply a negative response but then he thought
'Who would care anyway? This would just kill me off quicker..'
"Yeah, if you don't mind sir." Harry replied.
The man gave him a cigarette and lit it for Harry. The first drag Harry felt like he was going to throw up, but then repressing the coughs back, he got used to it quickly.
"A new smoker eh?" Asked the man.
"Kinda.." Replied Harry, holding back yet another set of oncoming coughs.
"Yeah well, smoking ain't good for ya, but who am I to judge. I don't even know ya. I got to gets goin, see ya around kid." Said the strange muggle.
The muggle man turned and left, Harry caught a glimpse of a bottle that he suspected was whiskey.
'That would explain it.' Harry thought.
After the cigarette, Harry threw the butt in the road and continued to think of what he could do. He sat there for what seemed like a hour or two and checked his digital watch of his wrist.
11:44pm
Nearly midnight, and he had no where to go.
Harry thought about taking the night bus to diagon alley, but the thought quickly disappeared remembering that he couldn't use magic til next year.
'Damn that law.'
He definitely did not want to go back to the Dursley's, he couldn't.
Then a thought appeared in his head.
'The only people I can trust is Snape, Lupin, and the Twins.'
Remus was clearly out of the picture, looking up to the night sky, seeing that it was almost a full moon.
The Twins...the twins are probably at the Weasley's, and like hell he would go there right now.
That leaves only...Snape.
Harry cursed at fate. He would have to contact Snape to get anywhere that didn't involve Dumbledore getting mixed up in his plans. Harry, knowing Hedwig would be around him, called for her.
"Hedwig!" Yelled Harry.
A minute that seemed like enternity passed, and then a snow-white owl came swooping down to rest on Harry's shoulder. Hedwig nipped Harry's ear affectionately saying hello to Harry.
Harry got out a piece of parchment and a quill from out of his trunk as he quickly wrote a message to Snape explaining his situation and the whereabouts of himself.
"Hedwig, Take this to Snape, and hurry. I don't want to be here all night." Harry said to Hedwig while giving the rolled up parchment to her.
Hedwig nipped at his ear again before flying off to the north.
'This is going to be a long night.' Harry thought, wanting another cigarette already, and maybe, perhaps a drink.
Snape was having a horrid night. The Dark Lord decided to call a meeting right before he was about to take a shower.
But that was least of his concern right now.
At the Deatheater meeting, Voldemort seemed happy. Happy wasn't something the Dark Lord was too often. Lord Voldemort gave Snape a mission that night, and it wasn't something he ever expected.
Right before he was to ponder this new development, a albino owl came tapping upon his window of Spinner's End.
"Who in the Gods name is sending me owls at this time at night urgently?" Asked Snape to himself.
Severus Snape grabbed the letter from the owl and read it over quickly.
'This has to be one of those night's doesn't it?' He thought to himself before apparating away to Little Whining in Surrey.
Harry was now on the swings in the park. Back and forth. Back and forth. He was waiting for his potions professor to arrive.
'What if he doesn't come?' Harry thought.
When the swing came back then speeding toward the front end again, Harry put his feet down on the ground, making the swing stop. Not hearing the distinct little 'pop', Harry continued over to the bench again.
He groaned looking up to the night sky.
"I hate my life." Harry declared to the stars.
"And I'm sure you hate everyone in it, Mister Potter?" Asked a very deep voice.
Harry jumped to his legs and looked around.
"Behind you, Potter." Came the voice again.
Harry whirled around to see Snape standing in all of his glory with he arms crossed and with a very annoyed look plastered on his face.
"Professor! I was about to think you weren't coming..." Harry said, relief flooding through his mind.
"A very articulate choice of words Potter. What is it, nearly two o'clock in the morning is it? Aren't you supposed to be sleeping in your bed those muggles gave to you?" Asked Snape sarcastically.
"Those muggles never gave me shit." Replied Harry.
"Watch your language. Now, what is it you are so in dire need of me to assist you with at this hour of the night?" Asked Snape.
"You don't know? I'm sure you heard or figured out that Dumbledore is using me." Harry said with venom saying Dumbledore's name.
"Ah, yes...Took you what, five years, to figure that one out?" Said Snape with a smirk.
"If you knew, then why didn't you tell me?" Asked Harry
"Because it's not my place to meddle with the Headmaster's plans for his student's Potter."
"You could of at least warned me!" Yelled Harry.
"Yes and ruin the amusement I had? I don't think so."
"Your sick. You knew all of this while I was being Dumbledore's little puppet for this long!"
"Calm down. It's two o'clock in the morning. I'm sure you'll be glad with the muggle authorities coming to inspect all of this commotion?" Asked Snape in a whisper.
"How do you think I'm supposed to react?" Growled Harry through his teeth.
"Obviously not to your capabilities. Now, we can discuss this back at the house. You did owl me to be you 'little knight in shining armor' did you not?" Asked Snape quite enjoying the teens reactions.
"I had no where else to go." Replied Harry.
"Yes well, for now we will be going back to my house to discuss this further and to see what your options are. Take hold of my arm."
"Why?" Asked Harry.
"Obviously your Gryffindor stupidity did not waver. We are apparating back to my home." Explained Snape.
"But I can't apparate, I'm not seventeen yet."
"Yes, well with assistance you can. It's worth the risk considering we do not have brooms, and I'm sure you wouldn't fancy a port key after what happened in your fourth year."
Harry didn't reply as he took hold of Snape's right arm. Snape raised his wand before a apparating away.
AN: Had a bit of trouble writing this chapter. Got through it though. I promise next chapter will be way more action-filled. Maybe even a little visit from our favorite Dark Lord?
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