Disclaimer: Same as before.

It's not rebellion
When you're selling out to an out of fashion salesman
Our promising lives, are full of empty promises
Temptations falling and calling you home again
I'm sorry, if we've let you down

"Hear Me Now" by Framing Hanley

Rebellion
Chapter Six: Who are you, my rebel?
Abbie Haven

Harry slowly made his way out of the dungeons. He had just finished his potion lesson for the day. Or what he liked to call torture sessions. Voldemort scheduled additional lessons with Snape so he could improve even more. Snape drilled him constantly, having to make him better considering it was Voldemort's order now.

It wasn't just potions either. Voldemort scheduled extra lessons in Dark Arts and Dueling. By the end of most nights, he didn't even want to openly make out with Morgan like he could now. Bed was calling his name. But he could never deny her anything.

True to many people's words, the wizarding world freaking loved them. Witch Weekly managed to get a picture of them together and it took over the cover. Which meant that women all in the wizarding world fell in love with them from the moment they laid eyes on the cover. Personally, he didn't enjoy it too much.

"Harry."

He stopped and turned to see his father standing near the entrance. Hogwarts was probably the worst place for him to be after the Ministry of Magic.

"Dad, what are you doing here?" he asked, looking around to see if there was anyone around.

"Since you aren't coming to meetings anymore, I needed to talk to you. What the papers are reporting...padawan? Dating Travers? Harry, what are you doing?"

Harry narrowed his eyes at him. "What am I doing?" he repeated. "Do I really have a choice now?"

"You always have a choice."

Harry smirked. "No. Dad, I would have been a fool to refuse becoming the minister's padawan. It's a honor to be it."

"Who are you? My Harry would not want to be his padawan. Did Dumbledore really piss you off that much?"

"He wanted to kill my girlfriend's father. And for what? You know that I believe that if theres a reason, go for it. But William hasn't done anything to be killed for. Not to mention that if you and Sirius went to kill him, I would never be able to forgive you. And I know you have. Twice since that last meeting. You won't be able to kill him. I would advise you to stop trying before something happens to you."

James narrowed his eyes at his son. "You are dating the young Travers?"

Harry nodded. "Almost a year and half now."

"Harry, come home with me. You need to be back with us before they completely brainwash you."

Harry shook his head, smirking though. "Do you seriously think I am brainwashed? If anyone is, I think that its you Dad. You've been listening to what Dumbledore's been saying for far too long."

"Harry..."

"You were the one saying that you wanted to take out Morgan as well. Dad, you would never do that if you weren't so far up Dumbledore's--"

"Harry James Potter, stop everything right now."

Harry smirked at his father. "Do you honestly think you can tell me what to do?"

James glared at his son, taking a step toward him. Like his son, James had a short temper and would take Harry's smart mouth. That was why he raised his hand slightly.

"Do you really think that would be wise Potter? I mean, hitting the minister's padawan? Not to mention your son?"

Snape came up behind Harry, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I think you just said it all Snape. My son. Not yours. Not the damn minister's padawan."

"I think there are somethings that you need to accept Potter," said Snape. Harry looked back at Snape and couldn't help but nod in agreement.

"Fine. Don't come home for break Harry. Not until you learn where your priorities lie."

"Don't worry about that. I already have plans for--"

"Harry!"

He turned to hear Morgan's giggling voice coming close to them. He heard the others heading up the stairs, laughing as well.

Morgan stopped giggling and her smile dropped with in seconds, seeing James there and feeling the tension in the room.

"Hey love. What's up?" he asked, smiling at her.

"We got permission from Headmaster Duncan to go into Hogsmeade. We all need to finish our Christmas shopping. You're coming right?"

"Yeah, of course. I need to finish shopping for you."

Morgan smiled, flipping her blond hair over her shoulder glancing at James in the process.

"Morgan, I would like you to meet my father James. Father, this is Morgan," said Harry, taking her hand and pulled her gently to him.

"It's a pleasure to meet you sir," said Morgan, offering a small smile.

"Same. Goodbye Harry."

Harry watched as his father walked out the door of Hogwarts. He knew that his father just needed to blow off steam. He would be back, asking him to rethink his decisions. Abandoning his son completely wasn't something he would do. Harry knew that. But for the time, it was how things needed to be.

"You okay Harry?" asked Snape, stepping away from the two.

"Yeah, I'm fine. You know my dad. He will be mad for a few days but he'll be back to normal soon enough."

Snape nodded, continuing on his way to the Great Hall. Morgan laid a hand on his arm once he didn't turn his eyes from the entrance door.

"I'm okay, I promise. I wasn't suspecting a warm welcome of my new life from my parents," he said, finally turning his eyes to her.

"You sure? I mean, its not everyday your father turns up at school."

"Unless it is your father, right?" he asked, a small smile appearing on his face.

Morgan smiled, lacing her fingers with his. "Come on. Let's go get our cloaks and head to Hogsmeade."

Harry brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it softly. He smiled at her before they actually started to run up the stairs to head to their common room.

He sat, face hidden in the depth of his hood, beside the minister. He thought that the meetings with Dumbledore were boring. This meeting seemed to drag on for hours when in reality it was only an hour long so far.

True to his word, Harry had been beside Voldemort in all ministry meetings that he over looked. Every single on proved to be boring. It took all of his will power to stay awake.

And if he did start to fall off, he got either kicked or elbowed by the minister. He wasn't sure if he could take this if he ever became minister. A padawan or assistant or second in command person would be over looking these meetings. He surely wouldn't be exposed to this torture willing if he could get out of it.

Like all other meetings, Voldemort knocked him in the arm, causing him to jump slightly. He looked over at him and sighed, lowering his hood. Was it that important for him to be there? Travers was good enough, wasn't he?

"Set up straight and pay attention," whispered Voldemort, glaring slightly at him.

Harry glared back at him but did what he was told. He didn't need to piss the minister off in front of every single important person in the ministry in the room. He wasn't sure if he would be able to make it out of the room if that happened.

"Minister, may I bring up something?" asked William, standing up. This actually made Harry slightly excited. For the past meetings, there had always been a set time for when someone could talk. No one had ever spoken out of turn or just randomly.

"Of course William. The floor is yours," said Voldemort, motioning toward the middle of the room.

"Minister, if I may speak freely. I think that you should be aware that the Ministry has lost over 500 million galleons."

Green eyes met the dark scarlet ones. Harry knew by the look in Voldemort's eyes that he was pissed off at hearing that news. How could he not be? Money in the government was important. Not only did it support the minister but all the employees as well. 500 million galleons made a huge dent in their account.

"Do you know how we managed to loss that much money?" asked Voldemort, voice tight, holding back his anger. Harry wasn't sure which was scarier- Voldemort actually being pissed off or trying to hold it in.

"Yes Minister."

It was then that Harry noticed people shift in their seats and look at each other. Of course it would be a worker to steal the money. As soon as William mentioned it, Voldemort knew that it was a person inside the ministry rather than a foreign investor.

"Sir, it was Stephen."

A man started to go out the door but was stopped by Voldemort's wand. "Now, Stephen, why are you leaving us? Come up and join me." He didn't have a choice. The spell focused him to appear in front of them.

"Stephen, is it true what William speaks of?" Voldemort was being fair. Harry didn't think it was possible. "And you know not to lie to me because I will know."

Damn. Harry forgot about that. No wonder he kept on trying to get him to join him. He knew that he was lying all that time about not wanting to join him.

"Yes," the man stuttered, shaking. "It's true."

"Then I'm sorry Stephen. William."

That was all it took for William to pull out his own wand and throw a curse at Stephen.

Harry narrowed his eyes as Stephen fell to the ground dead.

Really? Was this how things were done? What was the difference then?

Morgan watched as Harry sat by himself, staring into the fire. Ever since he returned from the meeting, he hadn't spoken to anyone and just appeared to me in deep thought. She knew something had happened at the meeting to cause to be like this for he hadn't gone this long without speaking with her.

Slowly, she made her way over to him. Laying her hand on his shoulder, she sat down. "Harry," she whispered. He didn't even look at her. "Harry, talk to me. What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he snapped, still staring off into the fire.

Morgan narrowed her eyes at him before standing up. "Fine. Have it your way."

She heard him sigh and actually shift in his seat. "Morgan..." She turned and stared at him, eyes still narrowed at him. But she realized something was different as soon as he meet her eyes. His seemed more haunted than before. More dark, more grown up.

He shook his head, turning back to the fire. She stared at him for a few seconds longer before going back to where she was before.

"What's his problem?" asked Draco, looking up at her.

She shook her head, sitting down. "I don't know. Something."

Tell me what you think. As always: lots of love, Abbie