Chapter Eleven

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Albus Dumbledore was roaming the hallways early in the morning, searching for his sacrificial pawn when he happened to see Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley.

"Ah, Miss Granger and Mister Weasley, have you seen Harry?" He asked cheerfully, only to be stumped by the confusion that showed on their faces.

"No sir, we haven't seen Harry since Friday night at dinner, he usually works on his class projects on Sunday, but Saturdays are something we have yet to figure out. And we haven't seen him at breakfast, but he might be with Madame Pomfrey. They are close." Hermione said as she tried to think back about what had happened with Harry as of late.

She was starting to think that the three of them were drifting apart. She just knew that she shouldn't have let Ron talk her into taking money from Harry's Vault, but no, he said that Harry would understand and that he practically owed them the money for all that they've been through together.

Dumbledore frowned as he said goodbye to the two and went to visit Pomfrey.

Seamus and Dean were just roaming the hallways, searching for their adorable little friend when they heard Hermione speaking with Dumbledore. They quickly moved back to the hallway they were just about to leave completely and quietly watched them speak to one another.

Ron looked like a complete moron as he stared at Dumbledore with a blank expression and Hermione just looked confused as she spoke to the old man. They then watched as he walked away with a frown.

"The old goat's looking for Harry!" Seamus exclaimed as soon as he and Dean were in the Room of Requirements with Harry's true friends.

The twins frowned as Neville grew pale. Luna, however, smiled. "Don't worry, Harry won't be captured by him; he's working on changing our world right now." She said dreamily as she twirled her wand between her fingers.

For some reason, everyone was instantly calmed by her words and they all started to breathe better.

"Well then, Forge; we should cheer Harry on in spirit, shouldn't we?" Fred asked as he grinned at his twin who could only return his grin with a wicked smirk.

"Now then Tanit, we need to be very silent when we get there. After all, we do want this to be a surprise and hopefully by the Afternoon, Remmy and Sirius will get a paper about Sirius being free." Harry hissed quietly as his teenage form walked silently through a dark tunnel that had an even darker portal looking door at the end.

Tanit hissed her agreement and fell silent as they neared the portal. A minute later and they were standing in Auror Kingsley Shacklebolt's office. He smiled as he noticed the room was completely empty. He walked over to Kingsley's desk and placed the cage that contained Wormtail on the top of a stack of papers.

He then conjured a scroll and ink quill and set to writing a note.

Dear Kingsley,

Sirius Black is Innocent, just open the cage and ask the Rat a few questions, he will be in pain, but he truly deserves it for the pain he has set upon others because of his own cowardess. Now, if need be use Veritaserum and he will tell the truth. But never forget, Sirius is Innocent and because of the Ministry's stupidity, he spent many years in Azkaban for a crime he did not commit. Everyone thought him to be a traitor. Remember to tell the Ministry that everyone should be tried fairly. It leads to less stupid mistakes.

-H.J.P

Harry frowned as he finished writing and folded the scroll up. He then wrote Urgent upon the top of the scroll and hissed to Tanit who was quietly hissing at the scared rodent that was trembling in pain.

He quickly cast the spell he had used earlier to leave Malfoy Manor and was once again walking through a dark tunnel.

Tom Riddle watched his minions- yes, he called them his minions- and sighed. Harry had yet to return from the night before and as much as he hated to say it, he was worried. Not to mention that most of his followers were scared witless of them and wouldn't dare try to joke with him like Harry would.

It was moments like this that he semi wished that he wasn't hell bent on taking over the Wizarding World and was just a normal person. At least then he would have people that would attempt to joke around with him. Unfortunately, all the grown-ups and their children were terrified of him, yet one small, fragile teenager wasn't. Unbelievable really.

At least he still had three people that weren't truly terrified of him. Lucius, Severus and Fenrir, ah yes, they never seemed to show fear towards him. It was quite refreshing along with Harry's defiance. After all, when you're one of the darkest wizards ever born, it gets sort of hard to find people not afraid of you.

Darkness surrounded a small child entirely, yet he wasn't afraid. He was not afraid of the darkness. After all, there were things that were much worse than darkness to him. Besides, the darkness always hid him in its shadowy embrace, it always protected him.

A voice like silk appeared out from the darkness. "Little one, aren't you afraid?" The voice asked as two hidden figures watched the small child that had haunted emerald eyes.

"I have worse things to be afraid of." The little child replied softly with a shrug.

A huffing laugh was heard soon after followed by the smooth low tone of a man. "What could scare you more than a vampyre and a werewolf?" The man asked harshly.

The small child smiled without an ounce of happiness and said simply, "My family."

Severus shot up from off the plush couch that he had been napping on and gripped the book that he had been reading before he nodded off to the land of dreams.

What was that? Could it have been a nightmare? But it seemed so real. He thought as he looked at the cover of the book. "Really, this book could give Beedle the Bard's a run for his galleons on what kind of punishments that were handed out to the wrong-doers." He said as he sat up and looked out the window.

It was still early in the morning. Hopefully the Potter brat would be back soon. Who knew what could happen if anyone were to discover that he was stuck as a child for an indefinite amount of time.

Author's Note: My, my, even more questions pop up. How interesting…