Down the Rabbit Hole Chapter 4: Chaos, Break Downs, and the truth, a harry potter fanfic

It ain't my franchise just my version of a plot that has been used before and will be used again.

Thanks 10thWeasley for beta-ing.

Down the Rabbit Hole

Harry gave the direction that Dumbledore's voice came from an odd look. What was wrong with Dumbledore? Why wouldn't he recognize him? If anyone would recognize him surely it would be Dumbledore, after all they spent quite a bit of time together. How disfigured was he? Maybe though, maybe Dumbledore just wanted to test his facilities? He paused for a moment to contemplate this before deciding to go along with their game for now "I'm Harry James Potter."

Chapter 4: Chaos, Breakdowns, and the Truth

It was amazing and had Harry not lived with the Dursley's he would not have believed that any three words could produce this kind of reaction. But, he had. By simple alluding to magic at his relatives' house could cause pandemonium which is why he realized that certain people can react to certain words in an outlandish way. He understood that certain words triggered certain thoughts and memories for different people. Harry doubted he would ever be able to hear the words 'boy' or 'freak' without flinching thanks to his oh so caring relatives.

He also knew that saying his name caused a variety of people to have outlandish ways. Being the boy-who-lived and the chosen one caused people to react to him no matter how much he resented it. People would swoon, pity, hero-worship, rage, fear, and even curse. But, he never thought saying his name would get such reactions from the Order of the Phoenix as it was getting now.

All of a sudden he had several wands pointed at him. People were cursing at him and asking "How dare he!" Needlessly to say he completely shocked at their reaction.

"How dare you? Harry Potter is dead!" Exclaimed an angry voice.

An angry voice that Harry knew very well, one that haunted his dreams "Si…Sirius?" Harry croaked.

Then it hit him, it wasn't possible. None of this was real. Sirius was dead and the dead can't come back to life. Harry dropped the stolen wand. What was the point clearly he had lost his sanity? He had gone round the twist probably would spend the rest of his life in the closed ward of St. Mungo's next to Neville's parents. He sat down on the bed and curled up into a ball and began to rock himself back and forward. After all he had been through for this to happen; Harry couldn't handle it.

Of course there was the possibility that the Death Eaters had given him some kind of potion to make him hallucinate and slowly drive him insane. Yes, he was either insane or on his way there. That was clear to him now. He had been so sure not but five minutes ago that he had escaped. That he was free and safe with the Order, but no, fate was too cruel for that. He should have known better; Harry's life had never been easy why should finding refuge be any different?

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Mean while the Order had been outrage by this punk who thought he could impersonate the dead son of Lily and James Potter, a son that they were still morning after 16 years. They were cursing him, insulting him, but something didn't add up to a few more observant Order members. Albus, Mad-Eye, and Snape noticed the rapid changes in his posture. When he first got up he looked prepared to take on the world if necessary. Then he relaxed, but still had his guard up when he found out who was in the room, only to go back on the defensive at everyone's reaction to his name.

"How dare you? Harry Potter is dead!" Exclaimed an irate Sirius Black.

The word that came out of the boy's mouth next stopped everyone in their tracks. "Si…Sirius?" It was a soft, almost broken, whisper of a question. He then deflated right in front of their eyes as if there was no point to go on. He dropped the wand first to his side then the bed, he sat down and curled up in a ball as far away from them as he could get while still on the bed and began to rock himself, mumbling incoherently. They could only catch a few words. "Not possible…. Dead… insane… St. Mungo's… potion… cruel fate." Fawkes was at this point was sitting next to him nuzzling the boy in an attempt to comfort him, but he seemed to be beyond the comfort, beyond his surroundings.

He was a sad sight when Poppy arrived. "What on Earth happened to this boy?" She went over to the boy and was attempting to diagnose his injuries, but he pulled more into himself and further away from her.

"He needs a calming draught if I'm going to be able to treat him." Poppy said not willing to cause anymore damage to him by forcing treatment on him.

"Would that interfere with Veritaserum?" Albus asked.

"If we are going to give him Veritaserum we should do that first and save the calming draught for when the serum is out of his system. I have a bottle with me." Snape replied pulling out a clear bottle.

"No, absolutely not, he is now my patient and he needs medical attention." Poppy said firmly; she would not let him go another second without treatment and that was that.

"And he will get it after we determine who he really is. He has no life threatening injuries judging from his movements and behaviors." Snape snapped and rushed to the boy before the mediwitch could protest and poured the potion down his throat as Harry struggled to get away. It was more important to determine if he was a threat than to heal a few bumps and bruises any day.

He observed the boy for a moment and what he saw surprised him. Although he had the vague look insuring the truth potion was working, the look in his eye was as if he were fighting it, similar to the look of someone trying to break the imperious curse. Snape had never seen anything like it.

"Ask him your questions quickly; he seems to be fighting the Veritaserum." Snape told Dumbledore thoughtfully.

"What is your name?" Albus started the questioning taking Snape's warning to heart.

"Harry James Potter." He said and a gasp went through the room; James and Lily clutched each other tightly.

"Who are your parents?"

"James and Lily Potter."

'How was that possible they had buried the baby's body 16 years ago,' was the thought of every Order member.

"Where have you been?" Albus asked perplexed.

"Death Eater captivity," was the bland emotionless reply.

"For 16 years?" Albus asked himself, his voice faint and his face pale, how could he have not known?

"No, 5 weeks 3 days." Harry answered, still trying to unsuccessfully fight the potion.

Dumbledore blinked then where on earth had he been before that? "Where were you before that?"

"At my Aunt and Uncle's"

"Who are your Aunt and Uncle?"

"Petunia and Vernon Dursley."

"That's not possible! My sister wouldn't have taken him. None of this makes any sense!" Lily said nearly hysterical.

Agreeing with Lily, Dumbledore decided to take another approach. "Have we met before?"

"Yes"

"When?"

"My first year at Hogwarts." Well, that was unexpected seeing as how he did not remember the boy ever attending his school.

"Why did you react to Mr. Black as you did?"

"Because he's dead."

"What makes you think that?" Albus asked once again surprised by his answer.

"I saw it."

Dumbledore was at a loss. This boy had to be delusional, but that didn't explain how he got to headquarters. The interrogation was going nowhere.

"What happened to your parents?" Snape asked trying to figure out what was going on. He was a spy, a Death Eater, surely he would have known if the Potters' son had been a prisoner.

"They were murdered."

"When?" He asked glancing back at Lily and James.

"Halloween 1981."

"Who told you that?"

"Hagrid."

'Damn, it was like the boy came from another world!' Snape thought, unaware he said it out loud.

"My friend Luna said that the Universe is made of multiple dimensions." Harry replied plainly.