Disturbia

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Chapter Three

A Change Would Do You Good

Harry had been right to leave when he did, because when he Apparated back to Spinner's End Severus was waiting for him. "I assume everything went well," Harry stated locking his chilling eyes onto Severus.

"I survived, if that is what you mean by well, then yes things went as planned. You have a meeting with Dumbledore at eight o'clock this evening and I have an audience with the Dark Lord tonight to request a meeting between you for tomorrow." Severus reported, almost caustically, just managing to hold his tongue.

"Wow, that was almost civil, did they hit you with something heavy?" Harry inquired cheekily, the smile on his face just making his dead eyes even more unsettling.

"I know how to hold my tongue," Severus reminded him.

"Ah, yes a useful skill, one no doubt drilled into you by your masters. Relax, I need you at the top of your game, not groveling at my feet. Complete your tasks and you have nothing to fear from me." Harry allowed.

Severus apparently was not so controlled he could take that, "What makes you say I am afraid of you at all?" He challenged.

Any sense of playfulness immediately left Harry at his words, and Severus was faced with one very powerful pissed off wizard. "The great Severus Snape grovels to no one, and yet you come to me doing your best impression of civility. You are afraid Snape never forget I know that." Harry warned testily, and with great pleasure watched a shiver race through Severus.

Severus knew he was going to have to tread carefully, every wizard had his boundaries, and he was going to have to learn which lines he simply couldn't cross with Harry. Apparently, lying to his face was a bad idea.

"You have done well so far, do not disappoint me, I have few rules compared to my predecessors but my punishments are like nothing they can even think about dreaming up. Do not lie to me, do not betray me, and do not falsely accuse me of crimes I have never committed, this will be your first and only warning. Do you understand?" Harry outlined for his benefit, and Severus couldn't help but feel he would be one of only a very few gifted with the full list of rules, before the punishments are decided. His usefulness was the only thing shielding him from Harry's wrath but even that could only protect him so much.

"Understood," Severus ground out, knowing either overly accepting or overly rebelling would not be received well at all.

"Good, now I only have an hour or so to prepare, I must be on my way. I will be back tomorrow morning to get the information regarding the meeting with Voldemort. Oh, and Severus? Don't forget to get some sleep, even you can't go on forever on nothing." Harry took the time to inform him, before leaving just as abruptly as he showed up.

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Dumbledore had already gotten the Order assembled and ready for anything by the time Harry made it to the meeting. Although all anyone could see, was an average sized man swathed from head to foot in a black cloak.

The cloaked figure made his way to the open seat on the far side of the table from Dumbledore. Putting the old man in a position of power over Harry, he didn't object letting Dumbledore have his fun while he could. Taking his seat he through the hood of his cloak back with a simple shrug of his shoulders, nothing overstated, but he might as well have announced himself with blaring trumpets and a choir of angels.

Every single face at that table was gobsmacked, some for different reasons then others, and they all retained themselves at different times giving Harry and Dumbledore precious moments to study each other while the others pulled themselves together.

"Ah, Harry, glad to see the rumors of your safe return are indeed the truth," Dumbledore greeted with twinkling eyes when the majority of the order had picked their jaws up off the floor.

"What rumors? I know for a fact the first time you heard I was back was a few hours ago, when my messenger reached you. For once in your life it is in your best interest to speak clearly, and drop the niceties, the do not become you." Harry chided the aged wizard like a mother might do to a small child who misbehaved.

"Now Harry, Have some respect!" Speaking of mothers, Molly just couldn't stop herself from scolding the boy she once thought of as an extra son.

"That was respect, I could have just hexed him, but instead I warned him. Next time I will not be so polite. This wizard you all love has done things just as terrible as Voldemort. Give him the respect he has actually earned from you, not the amount he wants people to give." Harry returned the scold with an even tone.

"What was it you wanted Mr. Potter?" Dumbledore asked in a bid to get the control of the meeting placed back on him.

"Your head on a platter?" Harry asked mock innocently, and when at least twenty death glares came his way he hurriedly added. "I know that won't be possible, at least not yet, too many people love you. I can't get rid of you until all that respect you so carefully cultivated falls down in tatters around you. Who do you think the wizarding world will turn to if your name is disgraced? Hmm… lets think, who has it been any other time?" Harry started to smile darkly, and a collective shiver ran through the Order.

"Dear Merlin what happened to you?" Someone whispered.

"I finally became what he always wanted me to be, dangerous. He was going to use me to get rid of his little Dark Lord problem then shove me in some dark corner. I was finally getting free and he betrayed my confidence. If it was not for his aged mind 'slipping' and telling my secrets to another where anyone could overhear, I would still be his little golden boy." Harry ranted.

"I don't know what you are talking about!" Dumbledore denied.

"Lies! You know it's the truth, you know what you did to me. It took me months to unravel the whole plot but with some help from friends of mine I finally found the answer. It was you who told the Prophet I was gay! It was you who sent an anonymous letter to Lucius telling him of my love for his son! It was you who let slip to Fletcher who it was I was finally building a life with, true it was his choice to tell the rest, but you knew he would!" Harry wasn't screaming or crying like you would expect, he was simply radiating anger and his voice would not soon be forgotten by the assembled wizards.

"You are not going to kill the leader of the Light for revenge?" Another Order member spoke up, apparently Dumbledore had done some recruiting because Harry didn't recognize him.

"No I am not, the revenge just makes it all the sweeter. You call him the leader of the Light, what if I told you there would not have been a Dark Lord to fight if it wasn't for him? I am not the first boy he has trained, and then lost control of, the first one is better known as Voldemort. We were both bred and raised for a single purpose, to do that man's dirty work. Dumbledore is not working for a better future he is working towards the death of magic!" Harry accused.

"Why would he do that?" Molly defended the man who helped support her overlarge family.

"Oh I imagine his intentions in the beginning wasn't the death of magic, just the weakening of it. He was heralded as the most powerful wizard of his age for so long he grew paranoid of anyone taking the spot. Using the bloodline debate to his advantage he encouraged marriages that would not strengthen magic, but weakening it. Salazar Slytherin predicted this possibility and he proposed the idea of not allowing those of Muggle decent into Hogwarts. He was obviously ignored, and that is good because he was only half-right, Muggleborns are needed in the wizarding world they have the fresh magic needed to infuse the old blood before it gets sickly. What needs to happen is the complete isolation of the wizarding world. He knows this, but he will not work towards it." Harry pressed, his magic growing inside of him, as if knowing it would soon be needed.

"In other words the wizarding world is weak, and near collapse all because of this man. I will stop him using any means necessary. I called this meeting to give you all fair warning, the rein of Dumbledore is over, it is my turn now. I will use any means necessary to get the wizarding world back to the old way as soon as possible. I will be back soon, and when I am you had best be prepared with your decision." Harry eyes were still dead, still frightening, and yet at the same time they glowed with power.

Every person assembled was aware he was not making idle threats, the times were changing, and changing fast. No one moved a muscle as Harry rose from his seat and left the room, their oaths of secrecy locking their words away like a muzzle. No one could betray Harry even if they wanted to.