Disclaimer: See previous chapters
In the end everyone ends up alone
Losing her, the only one who's ever known
Who I am, who I'm not, who I want to be
No way to know long she will be next to me
Rebellion
Chapter Nine: A Rebel is still a Rebel
Abbie Haven
"When I said to have fun, I didn't mean it literally."
Harry slowly lifted his head up, half asleep to see Voldemort standing at the end of his bed. He groaned, dropping his head back into his pillow. That wasn't the face he wanted to see first thing in the morning.
"Well, our definition of fun is two different things," he said, standing up. He was fully aware of the fact that he was just in his boxers. But he didn't care.
He threw the left over covers Morgan, though. Voldemort didn't need to look at his girlfriend.
"Why are you here again?" he asked.
"Aren't we in a bad mood in the mornings," said Voldemort, eyes slightly narrowed.
"Wouldn't you be if you were woken up to you?"
Harry didn't shift his eyes as the Dark Lord raised his wand at him. "I didn't send you to Italy so you could become disrespectable Potter."
Harry dressed before he would have a descent conversation with Voldemort. And by dressed, all the man got was boxers and a pair of jeans.
"Did they agree to everything?
"Yes. I sent you a letter outlining everything," said Harry, sitting down.
"Watch your tone. And I received your letter. I just like to double check all my investments."
"At this hour?"
It was the first time he had been placed under the Cruciatus Curse. But he had to give the Dark Lord credit. It hurt the worst. He didn't scream though. He wouldn't give him that satisfaction. And he didn't want to have Morgan wake up to the scene.
"I'm impressed Potter. You are one of the few who I haven't made scream," said Voldemort actually sounding really impressed.
"There had to be a good reason for me to be your padawan."
"Yes," said Voldemort slowly.
"Why did you come all the way to Italy sir? Don't you trust me?"
"Actually, Harry, I don't. I've watched you grow up. You are too Slytherin for me to fully trust you."
Harry didn't say anything in response. No one trusted him it seemed. But he was okay with that. It made him feel as if he still had some control over his life.
"You're emotions Potter get in the way. Morgan blocks your best judgment because she is your main priority, isn't she? You see, that's not a great trait for a padawan. You should worry about you and you only."
"Then you have love. Something you don't know or understand. Love can make you do great things—things you never thought possible."
"And that's how I know you have been with Dumbledore too long."
"Or that you really don't have a heart like everyone says."
Harry saw the wand this time and heard Crucio come off of his lips. It seemed to hurt worse this time, being exposed to the curse too much of it at one time. It took everything he had not to scream.
"When are we going to learn Potter?"
"I'm seeing never in the future. Why change now?"
He prepared himself for another round of the curse but it didn't come. Instead, he met the smirk of the minister. "Enjoy your last couple days here. Severus has agreed to let you stay with him until it is time for you to return to Hogwarts. If I recall correctly, your parents kicked you out practically."
"Thanks for the arraignment."
"Anything for my padawan."
Harry flashed a bright, fake smile. "Thanks so much!"
"I'll see you soon Potter."
"Can't wait," said Harry as the man apparated out of the room.
"Harry?"
He turned to see Morgan sitting up in the bed. He smiled, walking toward her. "Good morning baby."
"What was that sound?"
"House elves. Sorry it woke you."
"You look exhausted. Come back to bed."
He didn't disagree. He doubted he had the strength to after Voldemort. He curled right back into bed beside her.
Harry stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his dress robes. It was New Year's Eve and instead of being home with his parents like he had been for the past years, he had to attend dinner and another ball at the Ministry. To him, all of this getting dressed up and having to be with all the ministry workers and rich, pure-bloods it was getting old.
"Harry, are you ready yet?" asked Severus, knocking on the door. He had come to Severus' house after they left Italy just as Voldemort told him to.
"Yeah, sure," he said, opening his door so that he could see Severus. They both were dressed in black dress robes. Harry had a feeling everyone would be wearing black. It seemed like a very popular color among the Ministry workers now.
"You look so excited."
"I am, don't you know?"
"Just be good and don't cause any trouble."
Harry thought back to Italy and nodded. "Yeah," he said slowly. "I better. Crucio doesn't feel the best."
He went to walk out of the room but Severus' arm blocked his way. "What did you do?"
Harry paused, not meeting his eyes. "I pissed off Voldemort."
"Obviously. Harry, he will kill you. I don't care if you are his padawan. He will not put up with your mouth. Not many people could or would."
"Thanks Severus."
"I'm just telling you the truth."
Harry looked at the ground before glancing up at him again. "Can I ask you something? And you tell the truth?"
"Don't I always?"
He thought for a second before realizing that it was a pretty stupid thing to ask the man in front of him. "Do you think I am doing the right thing?"
"I can't answer that Harry."
"Try."
"I can't because I honestly don't know. You were never really light. Anyone who thought that was very naïve. But you aren't Voldemort. You aren't close. I'm not saying you can't be him but you aren't. I don't blame you for choosing what you did but you aren't happy wither way."
Harry nodded, understanding. "Are you sure you aren't my father? You seem to know me better than he does."
"Well…"
Harry looked at his smirk and shook his head. "Ew. Don't tell me anything."
"You have to decide what is best for you. Your parents will love you either way. Morgan has loved you through it all. Decide what is best for you."
Harry just nodded. But he knew that was easier said than done.
He spun Morgan around before bringing her close to him again. She giggled softly close to his ear. "You are getting better at this," she said looking at him.
"I've been to enough of these things I should be."
"You know you are starting to like it."
He smirked slightly, placing his hand on the part of her back that was open. He dipped her down and slowly brought her back up. She smiled, wrapping her arms around his waist.
"You've changed, you know that?" she said, looking at him.
"How so?"
"You seem more confident now. Before we started dating, you were quiet. Everyone didn't know what to think of you. Coming from the other side at that time, we weren't sure what to think of you. Now, you don't shut up. You stand up for what you believe in."
"It's because of you."
Morgan stopped dancing and stared at him. "Me?"
Harry smiled at her surprised look. "I figured if the princess of darkness like me for who I was, I thought I might be safe with everyone else for actually speaking my mind. You were the one that pulled me out of being the reserved boy who got walked over. And besides, you always spoke your mind around me. If I wanted a word in, I had to."
She stomped on his foot slightly with a little glare. But she smiled at him. "I am a little vocal aren't I?"
He raised an eyebrow at her, causing her to giggle again and pull his head down into a kiss.
"If I went back to that quiet boy that just went to classes and did my work, would you still love me?" he asked, curious.
"You have me now. I love you."
He smiled, spinning her around again and pulled her close, not wanting to let the girl go.
I realize it has been a while since I have updated. I'm sorry. I hope you some have stuck with me and I hope you like it. I will finish this story by the end of summer considering there are only 3 chapters left. As always, lots of love: Abbie.