Summary: How does Harry react when he finds out the truth behind all of Dumbledore's secrets from Voldemort? Simple... he plots to kill them both.
Warnings: SLASH - Harry Potter/Lord Voldemort
Also to those who live where it's illegal: Harry is only 16 in this story.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me. They are the property of J.K. Rowling and lots of other rich people.
Author Note: This story is completely written and will be posted by chapters. I don't have a beta reader or Brit picker, so if anyone would like to volunteer I'd be grateful for the help.
" regular speech "
Italics is telepathic talking between Harry & Voldemort
Bold is Parseltongue
Chapter 2
When September 1st arrived, Harry was more than glad for the train full of other students to arrive. Other students being there meant that everyone, that being Dumbledore, McGonagall, Hagrid, would leave him alone more. It also meant that others, namely Snape and Filch, would stop watching his every move so much. Between all of them, the past month at Hogwarts had felt more like being in prison than being in school.
It hadn't always been easy, but he'd still managed to learn loads more from those nine books hidden in the bottom of his trunk. He'd also managed to get four more. Those took some careful maneuvering to obtain. Two he got by going flying at the pitch, then when sure he wasn't being watched from a window anymore thanks to a very useful monitoring spells from one of the previous nine books, he covered himself with his invisibility cloak and flew to a clearing not too far inside the Forbidden Forest to meet an owl waiting there. Another book took an entire day to get since it was hidden in the Chamber of Secrets. The last, well, that one was the hardest to get since he'd had to steal it out of Snape's office, use a copying charm on it, and return the book before Snape found out it was gone. He'd managed it, though, and the spells in it were worth the risk in getting it, all of them were.
For as much as he'd learned from his 'psuedo teacher' and the books he'd received, what he'd learned most is Occlumency. He didn't consider himself a master at it, not by a long shot, but he could push Voldemort out of his mind at the drop of a hat now. By extension from 'seeing' Voldemort do it to him, he'd learned a bit of Legilimency, too. Not enough to pick at Voldemort's brain for the evil bastard's future plans, but he wondered if he could do it well enough to get into some people's heads, like Crabbe and Goyle, to see if they'd overheard anything their Death Eater fathers had said around them. Then there was always Malfoy, but there was a good chance that Draco's mum, dad, or Aunt Bitch-atrix had taught the fucking ferret Occlumency so that might not be a good idea to try. Still, he's wondered if maybe he should if only so he got better at it.
The thing he'd been wondering about most lately is why he hadn't had to really push Voldemort out of his head. Yes, there'd been the few times Voldemort had 'talked' to him in his head, but Voldemort hadn't even tried to push harder into his head when he did lock down his mind. At first he thought it was because Voldemort just couldn't get inside his head anymore, but that theory was shot out the window when he'd been eating breakfast and the first clear picture of the clearing in the Forbidden Forest crossed his mind. His next thought was that maybe Voldemort could send brief images, but couldn't speak to him anymore. That didn't pan out either when Voldemort talked to him about how to get into Snape's office to copy the book. No, it seemed to him like Voldemort was keeping an eye on him through the one weakness his still had with Occlumency, that being maintaining it all day and night. He could feel it when Voldemort tried to brush against his mind from his scar more than anything, but Voldemort hadn't really been pushing at his mind like the bastard used to. In fact, mostly when he felt Voldemort trying to access his mind was right around when he was done with one of the books. And as much as he hated-HATED-to admit it, if Dumbledore had hired Voldemort as the DADA professor all those years ago, something he'd learned from Voldemort and not Dumbledore as usual, he doubted any student in all the years since would have failed a DADA O.W.L. or N.E.W.T. If he was even the slightest bit confused about something, it just happened to be covered from another angle in the next book he read. Yes, the bastard was only teaching him anything to protect the Horcrux he held, but he couldn't deny that Voldemort was brilliant at DADA. None of that answered his question, though.
At the chuckle in his mind, he tightened up his Occlumency again rolling his eyes sitting on a bench outside of the front doors of the castle. He really needed to practice keeping his Occlumency up all the time. There was the brief thought that if he did, though, that he won't get anymore books or learn anything else new except for what's in his school textbooks. After scanning over those, he knew what was contained in his textbooks was the equivalent of Muggle kindergarten books to the Muggle college textbooks he'd been getting from Voldemort. Then there were the other things he'd learned, whispered spells in the back of his mind that he looked up in the library that were useful for hiding and sneaking around so he didn't get caught with anything. Because of all that, there was a small part of him that didn't want to completely close off his mind from Voldemort because at least he learned something when he didn't. And he felt guilty as Hell about it.
"Something wrong, my boy?" Dumbledore asked from the open doors of the castle.
"Just waiting for my friends to get here, sir," he replied. That he made sure to tighten up his Occlumency even more was another thing he should've felt guilty about, but he didn't.
"Yes, I'm sure you will be glad to have your friends around you again," Dumbledore said coming close to him. He moved down to the other end of the bench to give the old man a spot to sit down at. He didn't really want Dumbledore to sit down with him, but he knew the old man was going to ask to so he might as well get it over with. "Thank you," Dumbledore said taking the offer and sat down next to him. He nodded and Dumbledore sighed. "I must admit to being rather worried about you, Harry. When I brought you to Hogwarts for the remained of the summer I expected you to be somewhat quiet without your friends here, however, you have been withdrawn as well as quiet."
"It's sort of boring without my friends or classes to go to," he replied quietly just staring ahead of him at the lake.
"I think, perhaps, it's a bit more than that," Dumbledore replied quietly. "You believed when you learned that Sirius had left you Grimmauld Place that you would be spending the remaining month of your summer holiday there, and by being there, you would be involved in the Order." His jaw tightened because, yeah, after he'd gotten over just being glad to be away from the Dursley's it hit him that Dumbledore had expected him to let the Order keep meeting there without him being there or a part of it. "Harry, you must understand-"
"Understand what, exactly?" he replied, his voice still low but clearly angry. "I have to understand that you care about me too much to let me know what's going on when it's ultimately my life on the line more than anyone else's?"
"I do care a great deal for you, my boy, and you are still so young," Dumbledore said sadly. He snorted, stood up, and turned towards the old man.
"You promised that you'd start telling me what's going on," he said. "And me being young is nothing but an excuse, professor. I was barely a year old the first time Voldemort tried to kill me. That was too young to understand anything. I'll even give you that at eleven I was still too young. After I was twelve, almost thirteen, and nearly died in the Chamber of Secrets you should've told me more and you should've told me more every year since. You haven't, though, and you're still not going to. You still say I'm too young, but that's not going to keep Voldemort from trying to kill me again this year the first chance he gets just like he has every year I've been here."
"Potter," Snape seethed from the doorway. He looked at the man none too happily either.
"And you're no better," he said. "You've been holding a grudge against me for years for things my dad and his friends did to you as teenagers. The only reason your even still alive right now is because I wrote Professor Dumbledore and warned him that Voldemort knew you were a traitor and not to go to anymore Death Eater meetings."
"Gentlemen, this is neither the time nor the place for this conversation," Dumbledore said softly in warning.
"He only found proof in your mind therefore it was your fault he knew to begin with," Snape seethed. "Had you been mature enough to comprehend the lessons I attempted to instruct you in that would not have occurred."
"And I might have if you hadn't just pounded on my mind and actually instructed me like a real teacher," he snapped back.
"Harry!" Dumbledore said sternly.
"You mean a real teacher, as in one who can assign the detention you shall be spending the first month of term in my classroom serving?" Snape seethed in reply moving closer to him.
"Assign me all the detentions you'd like, I won't be there. I have better thing to do than waste my time cleaning up your messes. I already have one of those to deal with since it was you that told Voldemort about the Prophecy in the first place," he seethed back. Snape didn't say anything, just looked at Dumbledore so he did the same. The old man looked at him with a pained expression. "What, you didn't think I'd figure out who it was on the stairs when Trelawney made the Prophecy and went running back to Voldemort with what he'd heard?"
"Harry, you must listen to me," Dumbledore said standing up.
"Why, are you actually going to tell me something now or are you just going to try blowing smoke in my face to distract me again like you always do?" Dumbledore sighed and he snorted. "Call it my ego," he said glaring at Snape who glared back, "if you want to, but the bottom line is that Voldemort wants me dead more than anyone else because somehow, someway, someday, I'll be able to stop him from taking over the wizarding world, and while you might not think I understand anything, I do understand that I really can't trust either one of you help me do that."
"I know it is difficult for you to believe given all you have learned, Harry, but Professor Snape and I are on your side," Dumbledore replied with damp eyes.
"Sure, you're on my side, but with your own agendas. I can see how that's going to help me ever so much since it already has," he retorted yanking up the sleeve of his shirt and robe to show the scar on his forearm and then lifting the hair at his forehead to show the other more prominent one. A tear fell from Dumbledore's right eye and Snape moved towards him.
"That is enough, Potter," Snape said through clenched teeth yanking his arm down so his hair covered his lightning bolt scar again.
"What, don't want to face the truth of what both of your so-called help has done to me so far? Maybe you'd rather see that on my grave marker next to my parents?" he snapped back.
"I said that is enough!" Snape yelled grabbing the front of his robe, but his pushed the man away from him hard.
"Don't touch me, Snape," he seethed. "Don't touch me and stay the Hell away from me or the next time I find out Voldemort has his eyes firmly set on killing you I'll keep my mouth shut about it."
"Harry!" Dumbledore gasped taking a step towards him.
"You can leave me alone, too," he said taking a step backwards and Dumbledore stopped moving towards him. "I've had it with the both of you. Since your idea of helping me is usually to leave me to figure out things on my own let's keep it that way. I have a better track record of not actually getting hit with the Killing Curse that way anyway."
"Mr. Potter," McGonagall said angrily from the doorway and he looked at his head of house. "You are to return to your dorm and remain there until the other students arrive. You will also apologize to both Professor Dumbledore and Professor Snape when you do along with serving detention with me for the next two weeks. Are we clear?"
"And tell me, Professor, when do I get an apology from Snape for being the reason my parents were murdered or an apology from Dumbledore for lying to me my whole life?" McGonagall's jaw dropped open slightly in shock just staring at him. "Nothing to say to that? I'm not surprised. After all, you've been with those two for too long."
With all three of them still staring at him with a mixture of angry, miserable, and shocked expressions, he headed inside the castle not feeling guilty at all for not wanting to talk to any of them anymore.
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