A few changes for those who have read before. Mostly just taking out the annoying adjectives on how hot Harry is. :D Probably the most notable improvement. Haha.

Update 6/15/15: Nothing was really changed. However, I would like your opinion on my Sirius Black character. He didn't go to Azkaban or suffer through all his friends' deaths, but am I making him too immature and silly? I can make him a bit deeper, and I had planned on doing that soon, but if it's annoying anyone PLEASE tell me. Cause I can do it even sooner.


Chapter 7

Intentions

"I try to keep in mind" I recite dryly as I run the front sight of my pistol over his face, "that my life is only as significant, as I am to the lives of others." He's sobbing and won't look up from the floor so I lean close to his ear and ask softly, "Would you say that I'm significant to your life?"

Dennis Sharpe, Blood & Spirits


Harry woke up and was alert immediately. He forced open sleepy lids, pulled at aching muscles, and took in his surroundings with sharp eyes. The first thing he noticed was that he was in some sort of infirmary.

Of course. Harry thought while getting up. Once the Order members defeated those Death Eaters they took me back to their headquarters. They must have treated me here.

Harry flexed his arms and made his way to what looked to be a bathroom. He quickly washed, for Harry detested the grimy feeling that too many scourgifys left on a person, and wandlessly accioed all of his clothing. Harry couldn't help but lightly laugh when they came to him unhindered.

I can't believe no one warded my bag. At least I can safely assume I'm not considered an enemy and/or prisoner. Or they don't think I'm capable of wandless magic. Not that it matters either way of course.

He pulled out a loose pair of jeans and a royal purple long-sleeved shirt. He always kept a fresh set of clothes with him just in case he was ever in this type of situation, which had just happened to pay off. He slipped on his black dragon-hide boots which the others had been kind enough to leave with him and went to see which weapons they took. Like he expected, all his guns and knives were gone.

At least they aren't that stupid. For a moment I thought both sides may have been playing a joke on me, or some sort of test. My wand is also missing. No matter, once I show I'm not a threat they'll return it to me.

Harry grinned to himself and was sad to see there weren't any wards on the door. He would've loved to try his hand at taking down Light wards wandlessly.

Pity. I do hope the rest of my time here isn't as dreadfully predictable. He chucked to himself while stroking the his new black wrist band with a snake-shaped symbol in the center that he now wore on his right wrist and calmly left the room.


"When should we expect him up Albus?" McGonagall asked politely.

"In the next few hours or so I expect. Not that I'm an expert in such matters. What say you Severus?"

Snape had been digging at his yellowed finger nails with the usual grimace on his face when he heard his name called. He slowly lifted his greasy black-haired head and said quietly, "An hour if not less actually. His magic did most of the work for me when I began to heal him. I suspect if we left him on the roof he would have healed on his own in a matter of days."

"He's truly that powerful then?"

"Definitely." At that moment the Marauders and Lily entered the room.

"So, how's the kid?" Sirius asked.

"Quite well actually Mr. Black. We should get answers to our many questions in just under an hour." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled.

"What I'm wondering is how a boy our own son's age could be out assassinating people! You must have made some mistake Headmaster. There's absolutely no way!" Lily cried.

"Yea, there's no way a 15 year old could be so infamous. Do you think that maybe it was the kid's dad that's named Montresor?"

"Don't worry yourselves. Soon, all of our questions shall be answered."

"Besides," Snape drawled. "do you truly think that the Dark Lord would send his men out to the wrong person? No, that boy as you all call him, is dangerous. All because he has an innocent face doesn't mean that he is any less lethal."

"Yes, we must all be on our toes." Dumbledore nodded solemnly. Lily and James left the room soon after, wanting to spend some more time with their son. The rest sat there quietly for a moment when they heard someone coming out of the fireplace.

"Wotcher guys! Sorry for the hold-up. Paper work and all." Tonks yelled while tripping over a chair leg. "All of the guys now have their own personalized cell in Azkaban."

"Excellent Nymphadora. Now, about what we are going to do-" Everyone abruptly stopped and turned to the sound of someone clearing their throat.

"Excuse me," A young, soft voice whispered. "I'm sorry for intruding, but I would very much like to know where exactly I am, and who you all are, if you don't mind."

The figure in the doorway was leaning slightly and had his head tipped and cocked slightly in a curious and very young-looking fashion. His legs were crossed at the ankle and small pale hands were wrapped together behind his back. Thinly arched eyebrows formed a small frown in the center of his forehead and his lips were pursed. He could be the poster-boy for innocent curiosity.

"I apologize, I didn't mean to startle you. I'm merely confused, that's all." Those small lips curled into a bashful smile and bright white teeth shone. Albus, unsurprisingly, recovered first.

"Of course my boy! No wonder you're confused. Waking up in an unknown area and all. Please, come and sit down." The seemingly short body straightened itself and strode over to the table carefully. He took a seat and leaned forward, his chin resting in the heels of long-fingered hands.

"Firstly, I would like to thank you all for your assistance. Not only did you take care of those who attacked me, but you sheltered and healed me. Not many would have taken the time to do this." He tipped his head forward and a slight blush lit his shallow cheeks.

"There is nothing to thank. However, if you are willing, we would like to ask you some questions. Would that be alright?" The youthful boy's eyes brightened at the thought of repaying the people who helped him so much and nodded his head slightly, one stray curl falling over his right eye.

"Of course sir. I would love to answer any and all questions you have."


Jesus fucking Christ this is just too good.

Harry had always been a great actor. What with having no emotions, it was easy to lie. It was actually easier to lie than to tell the truth. But, at this moment, it was almost too hard not to laugh.

These Light players actually thought he could be a good little assassin and work for them! It was just…precious.

His inner cackling was interrupted when the powerful old man asked, "Well, our first question is, did you truly kill all those people, my boy? If so, why on earth did you do it?"

Of course he had planned for these type of questions, what with his background, but even now he rethought on what he wanted to do. He'd have to play this game until the end of the war, and pretending to be a perfect little boy got tiring very quickly.

However, with one glance at the twinkle in the eldest wizard's eye and the glares from all the others around him, he knew exactly what mask he should wear.

He made himself grimace slightly and hardened his eyes and mouth a bit, making it look as if the question bothered him.

"I-yes. I did do those things. I did what I had to do to survive sir. I regret some of the people I...killed. But some of them were just as terrible as the current Dark Lord. Those, I do not, and will never regret." He leaned back and looked to see what his words caused.

While the others thought over his words, he slid his eyes over the many faces in the room.

Albus Dumbledore, of course, a very powerful wizard. I'll have to watch myself with that one. I'm powerful, but I'm not on his level yet. That type of power comes with time.

There's Minerva McGonagall. Again, a powerful witch, but not as powerful as either Dumbledore or the Dark Lord. I could defeat her, she is no threat.

Then there were a few Aurors that he didn't even take the time to consider. Harry was undoubtedly more powerful than all of them combined. There was Severus Snape that he needed to consider though. Potion's Master and double-agent extraordinaire.

Best to nip that in the butt as soon as possible.

Their questions continued from there, but the last few were what caught Harry's attention.

"What exactly happened between you and Voldemort, my boy?" Hmmm. Easy that one.

"I said no. I will not work with someone so bent on destroying an entire race. Even though I don't care for them too much, they're still people. We can't judge an entire group of people just because a few of them are bad. That's like judging the whole wizarding world on how the Dark Lord acts." Dumbledore's eyes just twinkled and nodded in agreement.

Of course you agree, you probably feel the exact same way as I do. Except on a few of my more...ruthless opinions anyway. It's the only logical way to think about it.

Then, the famous Auror Black asked suspiciously, "Now, why on earth would you call him the Dark Lord? Only his Death Eaters ever call him that."

Harry just wanted to laugh, but that would be a bit too much like his actual character. So instead, he just put on a frustrated mask.

"First of all, I'm never going to call him You-Know-Who or any of that rubbish. That's for the fearful. I'm also not going to call him Voldemort. Not because I'm afraid. Merely for respect."

Black pshed and leaned back in his seat. "Sounds to me like you're a Death Eater all right."

Harry's eyes narrowed a fraction in annoyance, and that he didn't need to fake.

"I don't need to be a Death Eater to respect the Dark Lord. He's an incredibly powerful man. He did come back from the dead after all. I'm not on his power level, and neither are you by the way, therefore, I do not have the right to call him by his own given name. The only person in this room with that right is you, sir." Harry nodded towards Albus old man's eyes just twinkled even more.

Harry wasn't stupid. He truly did believe all those things. Both men were extremely powerful and he didn't pretend to be on their level. If he had been, he wouldn't have picked a side in the first place. No, both men were to be respected and wary of. Even though he didn't quite see eye to eye with Dumbledore, he was high on Harry's list of people to kill, which was a compliment in Harry's opinion. If he was going to get anything out of this war Dumbledore would have to die. It wasn't anything personal; he just wanted power.

"Is that why you haven't called me by my name Montresor?"

"Yes sir, I don't have the right to call you by your given name." By that point Dumbledore's eyes were twinkling much more than normal.

He must use magic to get that effect. There's no way in hell that's natural. Black now looked appeased.

I knew he wasn't completely stupid, but his blatant hate is going to get him killed.

Harry got up to leave, but Dumbledore just shook his old, whitened head.

"I have one more question my boy." Harry nodded his acknowledgment. Already guessing what exactly he wanted to know. "What is your real name?"


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