Disclaimer: Still not mine…but god…If it was!

A/N: My profound thanks to my awesome new beta: SetsunaX! If I owned Harry I would give him to you wrapped in a big red bow, as a thank-you gift!

lt's show time!

Chapter 9 – What you Know and What you See; part 2

Harry looked up from the nose, quite straight, directly to his eyes.

They were penetrating and sparkling… they were also red.

Harry screamed.

"!" then he pushed himself back in the bed, trying to get as far away as possible from Voldemort and ended up hitting the back of his head on the headboard.

"Ouch!"

"Oh, do calm down Mr. Potter, and spare us to your little theatrics."

"Professor! Sir, what is going on here? How did I get here? For that matter, where the hell is here?"

"As I have already said, I'm no longer you Professor, Mr. Potter. As for what is happening here, it is quite obvious, even to your rather underdeveloped mind: you're trying to interrogate me, using your ludicrous vocabulary, and making an utter idiotic figure of yourself."

Harry looked like he was about to interrupt but was quickly ignored by Snape as he continued.

"Do try not to interrupt me Mr. Potter, as that would undoubtedly only serve to embarrass yourself further. As for how did you get here, the answer can't be simpler. We brought you here."

Harry snapped. "That doesn't explain squat!"

"Once again, your eloquence amazes me, and I would gladly continue to be astounded by it, if it weren't for the possible brain damage that it would inevitably cause me. So do shut up, Mr. Potter."

"I would if you told me where I am!!!"

To this Snape smirked evilly. "But of course! You are currently in our Lord Voldemort's Head Quarters."

"WHAT?!"

"Now that was way too sudden, Severus! I thought we had agreed not to take advantage of the boy's state to terrify him or overcharge him with too much information," said the red eyed man.

"Anything would be too much information for his peanut-sized brain."

The man with the red eyes glared.

"Yes, my Lord."

"His Lord? What Lord? What… wait a second! Don't I know you?" Harry observed the man in front of him closer and an image came to his mind, of a man with the exact same eyes and slightly similar features stepping out of a bubbling caldron.

"!"

"Would you stop with the screaming, for heaven's sake!" yelled Snape.

"I think my eardrums just died," said Voldemort, covering his ears with his hands.

Meanwhile Harry looked in a state of sheer panic. He had stopped screaming but only to start stuttering "But… but, but, but…"

"Let me guess: but?" snidely said Snape.

"How? You're working for him?! I knew it!"

Snape raised an eyebrow. "And? So are you, Mr. Potter."

"What? Me? What do you mean?"

The two men traded a look. Then they stared at Harry and looked concerned. They stared and stared some more until Harry got tired and said: "What?! Do I have something on my face? Spinach in my teeth? What?"

"Mr. Potter, what is the last thing you recall?"

"Hum…" Harry tried to remember something about how he had gotten there, or about, well, anything really.

And then it hit him!

"The cemetery! I was at a cemetery, at the third round of the TriWizard Tournament! And then Cedric died, and then there was Wormtail, and he did some 'vudu' or 'hudu' thingy… and you came out of a caldron!" And he pointed an accusing finger at Voldemort.

"And there were all these Death Eaters and you tortured me and we fought and our wands did some more 'vudu' things and my parents were there, but not really, and some more people and they spoke to me and I ran off."

He held his head between his hands, he was so confused, and he still had a headache! He could see the memory of the events he was describing in his head, but it all seemed like it was happening to somebody else, and not him! He could see he was scared, or should be, but he couldn't feel it!

So he continued.

"The Death Eaters were throwing curses at me, and I ran and I was almost getting to Cedric, but then it all goes black. And I can't remember a thing after that!" He just looked with wide, green eyes at Voldemort's and Snape's stunned, and not pleasantly so, faces. "So what happened? I'm guessing I got hit with some weird curse that according to you knocked me out for what? 5 months? And you captured me, instead of just killing me, for some sick, twisted reason, that probably only you can make sense off, and Snape worked for you all along as I always thought and here I am. Right?"

"Oh…ohh- ohh… that's not good," said Voldemort.

"Right?" Harry's voice sounded kind of desperate now, like he was clinging to a last thread of hope. His suggestion of what happened was pretty bad, but by the look on their faces it was worse.

"Wrong, Mr. Potter"

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"Wait! Let me see if I got this right… You're telling me that in fact although I was a sleep for the last 5 months…," Harry began, after Professor Snape and Voldemort (with some minor help from none other than Lucius Malfoy!) had spent the last half an hour trying to explain to him exactly what had happened to him.

"Not exactly asleep. More like in a comatose state, but yes," said Malfoy.

Harry ignored the interruption and continued. "Like I was saying, I was kind of 'asleep'," and he made the little signs with his hands to stress the word, "for the past 5 months, those were only the five past months, and what happened in the tournament was actually about 2 years ago?! Worse than that! Apparently around that time I had a sudden, what did you call it? A 'change of heart' and I started working for you to help bring down Dumbledore and the Order. I'm, in reality, a spy for the dark side, like Snape. And wait! It gets worse. I was doing my 'job', working for my newly found life motivation, when Ron Weasley, my best friend in the entire world shot me in the back at Dumbledore's orders, with some freaky spell that left me in a coma for 5 months! And in that time, Dumbledore has died, the Order has fallen and so has the Ministry, you," and at that he pointed at Voldemort "rule the Wizarding World?! Oh! And I almost forgot, you and your Death Eaters are also supported by most of the wizarding population… did I miss anything or is that about it?"

"Yep. That's pretty much it!" happily exclaimed Malfoy

"Oh!" said Harry, making a look of sudden comprehension. "And if you look closely to your left, you can see my sanity zooming away. Wave goodbye!" and he waved.

"You're not insane Harry, you're just confused. Everything will be alright, just… give yourself some time to recover," said Voldemort.

"Look, you don't really expect me to buy into this 'we are all so concerned about you Harry' shit, right?"

"I'm not concerned," said Snape with a sarcastic, like 'this-is-so-obvious' tone of voice.

"Yes you are, we all are, and I do," said Voldemort. "The Harry I know would have thought about this rationally."

"No he wouldn't," said Snape in the same sarcastic tone.

"Fine, so maybe he wouldn't, but I expect you to do it! What other reason is there for you to still be alive?"

"I don't know! Some weird, whatever, reason! I'm not about to believe I decided to join the guy who has been trying to kill me practically since I was born! And I don't know about you, but I don't stand for that! If somebody tries to kill me, I try and kill 'em right back!" yelled Harry.

"Yes, well you rethought that theory. You considered that there were many problems with the wizarding world. And that maybe Dumbledore's approach was the wrong one to use in order to change the wizarding world's injustices; you thought I was the best option." He gave a tiny grin.

"What?! That's insane! Look, this has reached a level of insanity so freaking high that, whatever, screw it, I give in! Maybe there's, like, this totally remote possibility that I do agree that there are many things wrong with the wizarding world, and that we are in desperate need of some change, and maybe I could even turn on Dumbledore, he's definitely not my favorite person, but there's no way in hell you could ever convince me I decided, out of my own free will, to join you! You're like the boogey man! You're VOLDEMORT!"

"Yes, I am Lord Voldemort. But what I also am, is a person just like you. I'm not forty feet tall, I don't breathe fire, and I don't eat small children for breakfast. I snore, I curse a lot more than I should, I control a legion of devoted followers, 50% of which are insane, and enjoy torturing and killing muggles, and I can't brew potions worth a damn. I'm just like everybody else."

"Just like… you, oh! Grrrr," he couldn't even begin to express his anger! That guy was freaking mocking him! He had to be! The Dark Lord was deriving some sort of twisted pleasure from messing with his head! And he would never even listen to what Voldemort was saying if it wasn't for the fact that he couldn't remember anything! "But, but you want to kill the muggles, and muggle-borns and blood traitors, and whoever is against you, hell, you want to kill half the wizarding population!"

Lucius snickered, "He is kind of right, you're not very civic-minded."

Voldemort was just sitting there in the farthest end of the bed, looking thoughtful, and he stayed like that for a while. Finally he spoke:

"You are not going to believe me, and I understand. It's incredibly childish and I had forgotten you were so young, but I understand." Harry looked relieved, but then Voldemort looked straight at him with those unbelievably insightful red eyes.

"Although, of course, I cannot simply accept it. I'm sure you understand."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, well I can't simply accept the fact that now that you don't have your memories, you can simply back out and go support the light side again. You're a powerful wizard, Harry, and I can't finish my conquering of the wizarding world without your help and support. Well I can, but why should I? You are on my side and you're extremely useful there, and so you will continue to remain so, memories or no memories. Besides, I've thought of a solution to your problem."

"Ah… and what is it?" Harry asked sarcastically.

"If you can't remember for yourself, I'll simply show you," answered Voldemort as he proceeded to walk out of the room.

Snape and Malfoy positioned themselves on each side of the door and Harry glared.

His headache wasn't getting any better.

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A/N: Can anyone guess how Voldemort is going to 'show' Harry the wrong in his ways?

Also in next chapter we finally get to see what happens to the rest of the order members! And how the WW is coping with Voldemort in charge!

Spoilers for whoever can spot a "Firefly" quote by Harry!