FEEL FREE TO SKIP THE BOLD...IT'S MOSTLY RAMBLING...SORRY BOUT THE CAPS!

A/N: I'M SO SORRY! I just couldn't continue, inspiration disappeared, completly (ignore all bad spelling, I'm tired, it's 2 in the morning) gone, couldn't focus on it at all. Then it hit me like a train at midnight tonight and I was up typing this, anyways, this is slightly longer than my other chapters although I'm sure it's just full of...useless crap. This is rated T right? I swore a tiny bit and I have no idea when this turned into a minipulative Dumbles fic but apparently thats the road it's heading down, slightly scary how easily I can slip into insanity though...also sorry for Choppiness. I know it's rocky but I don't get it Betaed (That's not right) because I just like to keep it rough? Nah I don't know why, anyway, I would've left an Authors note about all this as a whole Chapter but then I realised how pissed off I get when I read those while waiting ages for a new Chapter so...

Anyway, insanity galore I've actually forgotten what I put at the start of these things...um Oh yeah.

Warnings : Insanity, Minipulative Dumbles, Mean Dumbles, Slightly changed Harry, Spelling and Grammar mistakes are probably in there somewhere, and please tell me...wait this is warnings? Meh, please tell me if it's too confusing and I'll read it over and change some bits...Great warning Dobby (Heh)...

Any-hoo, Enjoy, weep from the lack of sanity, Review pretty please and again I apoligize on for this ridiculusly long and pointless A/N and Two for not posting in so long...um BYE!


Dumbledore's given me a room, separate to everyone else's, I'm alone but people can come and visit but I can't help feeling like I'm in an old folks home type thing, like when I used to visit the old folks home in school, muggle school, we'd go and sing Christmas carols for them, I knew they hated it but they had to put up with it, they're old, sick, lonely and the only visitors they get are whiny kids singing Holy night.

I get Hermione, Ron, Neville and Hagrid in visiting daily but no one else comes, in a way I'm glad, I know they'd all love to take a look at the insane Hogwarts boy, look at him, tortured out of his mind they say, talking gibberish, I heard from so and so that he randomly break dances in the halls, okay maybe not that last one but close enough.

I've been thrown in this room because of the stunt I pulled, listening in to the meeting, apparently wanting to know more than what prances about my insane mind is a crime, didn't know that, oh well.

I'm not allowed to go to classes either, apparently I'm excused out of the kindness of their hearts so they don't put more stress on my poor old brain, I'd rather go to classes but of course I couldn't I did see their points though, so many people in the one room would send me on the floor gibbering with flashbacks, better to introduce everyone slowly and see if it triggers some reaction.

Thankfully Hermione thought that it was an outrage that I wasn't to be learning anything for a long time and smuggled in some school books for me, she had bought me the previous two years school books, sadly I still had the magic level of a fourteen year old, slightly embarrassing for the Chosen one.

Mouldy shorts has been getting into my dreams again, putting fake memories, he seemed to forget that I had to be near him for two years, listen to him prattle on about his brilliant plans and Dark Lord Skills; he isn't the brightest tool in the shed.

I can remember him telling me about some master plan to get Dumbledore lured to me, that didn't work out well since he forgot that he'd shown up with 'Harry Potter' in France so when he appeared in Britain everyone thought he'd just left me in France, like I said, not the smartest… creature?

Never quite sure what species ol' snake face belongs to, not humans that's for sure, maybe the reptilian kind? An overgrown snake, that's what he is, I wonder if snakes will evolve into what Mouldy shorts is today, I hope not or we'll have a lot of Dark Lords around, although if that did happen then all the Dark Lords would get sick of one another and destroy each other until there's only one left and we're back to where we started, except there'd be a lot less people.

My unravelling thoughts were cut off by a calm knock on the door, looking up I called for them to come in, Dumbledore along with Severus Snape came in through the door, Snape looking decidedly worried.

Good he should be, filthy lying git, Dumbledore trusts' him, old fool, how could you trust someone so obviously on the wrong side, putting him your school no less and a head of house, Dumbledore's gone mad in his old age. Or maybe this is a plot against the Wizarding world, he wants to gain control of everything, good and bad alike so he puts his trust in everyone, magical beast's, Death Eaters, Order Members, giving Lord Mouldy Shorts a second chance. Dear god, that's the biggest and stupidest mistake he'd ever made!

Oh, it seems Dumbledore is talking to me, better listen then, the man just has the uncanny ability to put someone to sleep while talking, or perhaps that's just me.

"Harry, we'd need to know what types of torture Voldemort inflicted on you." Dumbledore said soothingly. Why? Why did he need to know what kinds of torture I was put through, what good will it do? Oh Harry, tell us whether he used a knife or rolling pin to hurt you with on Monday? What's the importance of that? That people are in danger of being attacked by Rolling Pins on Monday?

"Why?" I voiced my opinion, well a small part of it, I wasn't going to go on about Rolling pins in front of Dumbledore, better to keep up the façade of sanity.

Dumbledore seemed stuck, of course he did, he just wants me to delve deeper into my insanity, and Dumbledore seems to me to be a manipulative old bastard, okay where did that come from? Since when did I start hating on Dumbledore? Agh, listen to the old man brain, you are not helping.

"St. Mungo's wants a report of the injuries and since some are unrecognized by the Purebloods and other healers we need to know what type of Muggle weaponed he used on you, for future Muggle abuse cases." Dumbledore explained, smooth, think of the other people you'll be helping Harry, and go insane but help Muggle born's all around the world, hmm, no. Why don't the blood muggle born's tell the healers themselves?

"No, I will not. I do not wish to relive those memories." I said looking Dumbledore in the eye, no that look won't work on me anymore, I thought as Dumbledore pulled the wounded old man face, as if what I had said had physically harmed him.

"Harry please, it's for the good of everyone, and it is larger than you." Dumbledore spoke again and I felt an odd sense of anger rise up in me, bigger than me? Oh yes okay, me getting kidnapped and tortured by the most feared man on this earth by all wizard and witches is larger than me. Bull.

"No, Professor, No." I growled out, standing I walked to the door and opened it, gesturing for the two of them to leave but Dumbledore merely sighed.

"I didn't want to do this Harry but if you won't tell me, then I will get the information another way. Severus." Dumbledore sighed regretfully and Snape stood walking over to me, closing the door he looked into my eyes and I felt someone attack my memories.

Instantly my mind was blocked off from all intruders, sending out useless things like pink unicorns and fluffy clouds that looked like bunny rabbits.

Soon it wasn't enough, the slimy git was consistently hounding to get in, trying to force his way past the muggle song I'd learnt from Dudley, oh yes, I remembered him very quickly too, it was an annoying song, I know a song that'll get on your nerves, get on your nerves, get on your nerves, I know a song that'll get on your nerves and this is how it goes… and repeat, of course that was the constant song playing all around my mind, even while reliving torture scenes.

A sign of insanity, playing annoying music while watching yourself being slowly killed, yeah, I'm a goner.

Snape continued to force his way into my mind, you know this is mind rape, which was the continuous thought I sent to him, this is mind rape, and this is mind rape, lovely.

He quickly drew out at that, stumbling back, seemingly realizing what he'd been doing, mind raping a sixteen year old, yes feel remorse you slimy git of a man, and tell that to the old man who keeps wanting information that is completely useless to him.

"What is wrong Severus?" Dumbledore asked, looking between me and Snape curiously, apparently this was a rare occurrence, the man asks to much of this man, I thought bitterly.

"I won't do it Albus, this is not right. If he wishes to tell us he will." Snape spoke quietly and Dumbledore fixed him with a vicious glare.

"Severus you will do as I told you, or I will force you." Dumbledore advanced on Snape, his calm and kind demeanour gone, TADA! Here is the real Dumbledore ladies and gentlemen, a cold hearted bastard that couldn't care less about others unless they gave him what they wanted.

"No." Snape's voice rose slightly and his structure changed from small and slumped to tall and well angry.

"No, I will not Albus, I refuse!" Snape cried then turned on his heel, his black billowing cape flapping behind him as he stormed out, Dumbledore, outraged went to follow him but quickly turned to me with a frown.

"It'd be good of you Harry if you didn't mention this to anyone." Dumbledore said to me a dangerous glint in his eye, I nodded weakly; Snape has some power in the mind department.

Dumbledore then marched out of the room slamming the door behind him, I stood there in confusion.

"Well, I've completely forgotten why they were here in the first place." I laughed cheerily before jumping onto my bed and continuing to read a Defence against the dark arts fifth year text book.