I Don't Own Harry Potter
I yawned as I looked out towards the maze, noted the other champions were looking at me in probable shock that I was looking bored at the moment, and then reached up and pulled my long hair back with a conjured hair band so I didn't have to worry about it falling in my face in the unfortunate event that I have to actually do something. I mean, I'm not going to fucking even try to win this thing.
That sounds like the last thing I should be doing at the moment, so as I watched the ones with a point lead run on I continued to think about my expertly crafted plan. Jack shit, that's what I'm going to be doing, sure I'm going to go around the maze but like hell am I going to actually try to get to the cup. After all, being sent to a graveyard sounded like a horrible way to spend the rest of my day.
I was forced out of my thoughts as I was given the signal to enter, so with that, I just walked in while wondering idly if I could summon the cup to me if I wanted. As I thought about the amusement I'm sure it would bring before the fighting for my life part against a baby Voldemort, I absentmindedly pulled out my wand, as I listened to a rustling sound nearby, as a bright light shone from the tip of it. Just a simple Lumos so I could see without worrying about tripping.
Still, as I listened to whispering notes of sound fill the area, I got to admit it was a bit panic inducing but panic had no place in my mind so I forced it away and continued on when a form of a man seemed to fall out of a nearby bush. Looking down at what could only be my boggart of a version of me coated in blood with a self-satisfied look on his face.
I blinked at the sight of it before realizing my existential thoughts from third year have seemed to increase even more, still I didn't even bother doing anything to the boggart as I just walked right on by it, doing my best to ignore the maniacal cracking laughter that rang out into the air before behind me where he stood. I just let myself frown and continued on.
I had to suddenly stop as something seemed to shift in the air, blinking to myself, I looked up into the night sky in confusion at what I was feeling before my eyes widened as I whipped my wand over my head and in an instant a dull screeching sound filled my surroundings as the Deafening hex I barely managed to put on myself in time blocked the worse of it out, though I now have a massive headache so that's something.
Forcing back the pain into the corner of my mind I assign unimportant things at, I continued on, making sure to note the feeling in the air, one of the only ways to recognize the beginning signs of a banshee cry before it happens, after all sound is just vibrations that travel through the air. So with that, I continued onward even further in the maze and dropped the hex when the vibrations in the air where gone, after all, hearing is important.
Which was just proven true as I listened to the rushing sounds of someone behind me, turning I watched in a hint of confusion as Fleur quickly approached me before falling down and screamed into the night air, twitching and writhing on the ground. I tilted my head down at the sight for a moment as I took a quick couple steps forwards as I saw the signs of a very well known curse in play, after all, it was one of three that could send you straight to prison.
Looking up from her still screaming body, that's when I saw Krum, walking out from wherever he had been hiding with his wand pointed down at her, clearly the one casting the Crucio. I just raised my wand up and stunned him before he could even realize in his Impero hazed mind that someone else was with him and his torture victim. Watching as the teen slumped down to the ground.
I looked down at Fleur and noted her entire body was shaking in continual agony even when the spell and ended, she looked terrified, clearly not coming out of the haze the pain made in her mind. With that, I aimed by wand down at her and put her to sleep so she didn't have to continue to deal with that, I just couldn't help but sigh to myself as I looked at the two, both who in a span of a couple moments became victims of two different unforgivable curses.
Though that's when something seemed to spark in my mind, just a stray thought that suddenly blared impending danger into my mind. In a split-second everything clicked together, fake Moody had Imperuis-ed Krum from outside the maze because he can see through walls with that magical eye, he would have kept tabs on the other champions to make sure Harry would win, and now I'm the only one left, and he knows where I am.
It was in that half a second understand that I managed to turn hard on my heels, with my feet already building up energy to sprint as far away as I could, but it was to late, as suddenly something seemed to shift in my mind, I barely noticed as I crashed to the ground, not even feeling it from the sudden, ungodly levels of pain that filled my system as a scream of agony, that I couldn't hope to stop, ripped from my throat and pierced into the night air.
It was unending, I couldn't do anything but feel it course over me, not in waves but one constant stream of never stopping pain. And suddenly, my barely holding on mind connected this hopeless unending pain to another that I had felt only once more and suddenly I was filled with a feeling of fear. I couldn't understand it from the pain that overwhelmed me, but it didn't matter when all I knew was I could tell death was approaching, with my last moments being only pain.
And as I screamed, and screamed in agony something happened, in that one instance of thought, of dying with only pain to see me off, everything just seemed to make sense, for just a moment, a lapse in concentration on 'Moody's' part perhaps or just that idea of dying with only hopelessness and pain in me being so revolting to me that I some how managed to push past the pain, just barely long enough to lift my twitching and spasming hand up just a few inches into the air, and used one of the first spells I ever learned at Hogwarts, the Red Sparks Charm.
I didn't know if I managed anything from my efforts as my mind was quickly hazed back over from not being able to cope with the pain for any longer. I didn't know how long I just laid there in that unending pain, it felt like years, but that wasn't important to me, no what was important was when it suddenly stopped.
I had to lay there for a long while, before finally forcing myself up into a sitting position as my entire body continued to shake, from just the shadows of the pain from before, still rendering me immobile as I just sat there, my mind to hazy to really make any connection to anything other than relief that it was over. That's when a formed seemed to push it's way past the thick hedge next to me. I weakly forced myself up to my feet as quickly as I could, only to fall against the hedge wall across from me.
Barely having the strength to do so, I gripped into the vines that where on the hedge to keep myself standing as I watched as the almost panicking form of McGonagall walked quickly up to me, and began to reach out a hand. I immediately tensed and forced out of my sore and strained throat.
"Don't touch me" She looked like she was about to ask me another question but whatever it was, I was to busy trying to stay upright as everything began to spin around me as the world itself seemed to bend. Before I was even aware of it, I was back on the ground, a sound that seemed close to panicked shouting rang out but I didn't pay it any mind as my eyes at some point seemed to refuse to stay open any longer no matter how much I tried to focus on them and not my twitching body that was still screaming in pain. And with that, everything went dark around me.
I gasped awake as my body suddenly seemed to spasm in protest as I clenched my teeth and hissed out in pain. I blinked as I landed back against the bed just long enough for my mind, at speeds of processing I didn't think I should be able to achieve seemed to force all the events, most of which I didn't want to remember, back into the forefront of my mind.
And just like that, I didn't care anymore about the pain I was in, it was nothing to what I experience not to long ago, as I forced my way up onto my feet, I stumbled forwards, not caring to even glace in the direction of my glasses which were perched on a small bedside table as I walked onward, out of the infirmary. Pushing my way out into the hall, I nearly collapsed against the stone brick wall as my legs seemed to not want to work at the moment, but I just forced them into submission as I continued on.
My mind was still working faster than I could even keep up with, as I pushed myself on, barely knowing where I was going, information my body already seemed to know about and follow seemingly only coming to me as I walk, more stumbled, onward. Harry wasn't in the infirmary, the window in there showed it was still night, the pain in my body still fresh, all leads to one conclusion I was only now catching up on as I walked. Crouch was still in his office with Harry and hopefully, Dumbledore.
I didn't really know why I was pushing myself toward him, just the unrestrained rage seemed to need someplace to go and this was as good as anything. My mind was still to fuzzy when I saw the office I needed to be in, but right now I didn't care as I forced myself forwards and had to slam my weight against it, forcing it open, as I don't think my hands would work for me well enough to do something as polite as knock.
Stumbling into the room, I almost fell down but managed to grab something, a desk, to hold myself up as I stared in, noting the presence of Harry, the unmasked Crouch, Snape, Dumbledore, and McGonagall. I ignored all the looks I was getting as I forced my face into a more passive look as I, from pure will, forced my walking to be not as obviously forced as I walked up to Crouch and looked down at him for a long moment before my face broke it's expression as one of unbridled hate replaced it. I glanced around at Snape and noted a empty vial in his hand.
"Veritaserum?" Only Dumbledore seemed to be able to understand my simple fucking question and just nodded as I forced my line of sight on the man in front of me and took in a shaky breath, not my fault, my chest was in so much pain that breathing was a hassle at the moment. After a long second, I lowered my line of sight into his eyes and looked into them for a moment, noting their hazy glazed over appearance which showed the potion's effect were in full force, good.
"Have you ever felt the Cruciatus curse yourself?" I noted everyone in the room was looking at me with clear worry now, I ignored them as the worm in front of me just answered with a 'No', I glared at him before moving my hands up and slashed my right palm against my left and shot forwards grabbing a hold of his arm, and watched as his entire form jerked before an unholy scream ripped from his throat.
I stabbed my nails into his arm just before Dumbledore shot forwards as well and ripped me off him as he continued to scream in agony before his entire form jerked and twitched for a long moment before slumping over. I just glared at the trash, enjoying the pain he was in much more than the pain I was in from both the touching and the ghost pains I was suffering through.
"What did you do?" I ripped myself out of the old man's grasp and landed roughly on the floor, a whine sounding out from my throat before I could stop it. After a long moment, I dragged myself up and leaned against a nearby wall and spat out at the unconscious, pathetic form of a man and said.
"Tralatio, a curse that transfers any pain felt in a singular moment. The pathetic fuck couldn't even handle a second under it" I knew everyone was looking at me in shock, Snape never seeing me in anyway but calm and collected, compared to the frenzied mess I must appear to be. Dumbledore, as he seemed to have convinced himself that I'm actually a good person some how now being forced to reminded that I'm not. And McGonagall, who was seeing her star student in a whole new light. After a moment the old man spoke once more.
"While I do understand the want for revenge, I was in the middle of something, he still had questions I needed answered" I just glared at him, and spat out.
"No you didn't, you were out of questions and were probably about to stun him again, you and Harry were facing the door like you were about to leave probably to your office, McGonagall has her wand out so clearly she was the one that was going to guard him, and Snape clearly was in to deep of a thinking space to be paying any attention to another question. Don't think you can insult my intelligence by thinking you can lie to be just because I've been tortured" Silence filled the room, as I glared at the old man as my legs finally gave out form under me.
I was panting again, as everything went dizzy for a moment, I didn't know how I knew any of that, I only got a brief look into the room when I entered before everyone had reacted to my presence. My mind is still working at it's maximum even if I can't keep track of it, that's why, I'm not trying to manage it, so all the stray thoughts are making there own connections.
"My apologizes, it would seem I've underestimated you. Well then, if your need of revenge has been satisfied I do believe you should get back to the hospital wing, I think Madam Pomfrey is going to throw a fit when she realizes you aren't there. I assume you don't need an escort?" I just sighed before forcing myself back onto my feet, McGonagall clearly wanted to protest as I was still shaking but I just nodded and made my way out. The most annoying part, I didn't even feel any better really.
I sighed as I sat down in front of Dumbledore, it was a long while later and my body was back, mostly, to prefect health, my mind was thankfully back to under my control. But that didn't seemed to be particularly helpful as the old man in front of me looked at me hard for a long moment before saying.
"Voldemort is back" I had time to collect myself, and as such, didn't even blink, instead I just tilted my head and looked at the man in front of me. Why would he lead with that and not what I did to Crouch being highly advanced dark magic? I could think of a couple reasons, but instead of voicing any of them, I just hummed and said.
"I figured as much" He nodded, like he had expected me to expect as much, interesting, he's no longer acting like I'm a particularly bright student, no he's treating me like we are on a same level of play. I mean we are, but this twist was still unexpected, still after a long moment he continued on.
"I've come to understand that you've never believed him dead, and in fact have long since begun taken steps to work against him. I don't approve that it's centered around my students but that is not what I wish to discuss. No what I want to discuss is this. What are you?" I didn't blink, I didn't give any reaction, he would more than likely just assume that I was doing them on purpose to let him draw his own conclusions, which is correct, so I didn't bother and instead just said.
"That depends on perspective, to some I'm a student, to others I'm a nightmare, a sociopath, a leader, a savior, a hero and plenty more. But what do I think I am? I don't have an answer really...what I know is that I'm not a good man, but I'm not a bad one either, I just do whatever is needed for my continual survival. So...what am I? I think I'm an adapter" Dumbledore gave me a hard look at that before asking another question.
"And what does that mean for Voldemort? If he offered you safety, would you, ah, 'adapt' and join him?" He's assessing me as a threat then. I just gave him a roll of the eyes, completely real as I spoke in a tone that conveyed my feelings on that matter.
"He's supporter put me under the Cruciatus Curse for over ten minutes. I don't care who you are or what you offer, you do that and I will never lift a finger to help them" Pain is temporary, I always thought as much, but that horrible pain? Temporary or not, it sucks and I'd much rather kill then feel that again.
"Ah, yes, I was meaning to ask about that, I was wondering about your reaction and interruption on my questioning a few days ago" I thought about it and didn't bother to with hold the frown that spread across my face. That was most certainly not a good moment for me to be honest, so with that, I looked up at him and explained.
"That pain...it was so horrible, I couldn't stand it, it felt like I was going to die, with only pain and hopelessness with me as I went...it reminded me of something else. The dementors, the memory they show me, it's one of pain and terror of death...I'm sure you've noticed I'm not exactly the best at emotions, and all those things put on top of each other, well to put it simply, I felt more rage, when I woke up for having to be put through that, than I have in a long, long time, and with my mind so hazy from the curse. My self-control was a bit shot to all high hell you might say"
Dumbledore seemed to observe me for a long moment before sighing, I didn't lie once, I haven't lied since I got here actually, I knew with him on his guard this much, anything besides the truth would probably get caught so I wasn't going to risk it.
"I can understand. I can't know how it must be for you to have to deal with a whirl wind of emotions like that right after all you had just been through" I let out a huff at that, and replied.
"Let me tell you, emotions are really overrated. I have no idea how you people manage it" I noted a small twitch at his lips as I said that, good, he hasn't decided that I'm an enemy, nor does it seem that I'm even on his watch list, so instead of continuing to answer his questions, I asked my own.
"Anyway, Voldemort's back, that's annoying. I'm assuming that you've already started preparations then, anything I should know about?" He seemed to not want to say anything and made it clear with his deflection.
"I don't want to drag you into this Kyu, this war isn't for a kid" I couldn't help but snort at that and replied.
"Oh please, I haven't been a kid for a long time. We both know it, you've seen just how much I'm capable, and that's just the stuff I let be seen, I'm not some child that doesn't know the consequences of this squabble" Dumbledore closed his eyes for a moment, like he was heavily debating something in his ind before opening his eyes and asked.
"I knew you had taken an interest in the dark arts, how far are you along?" This was a trust question, how much am I willing to share, the more I say the more it implicates me but shows I trust him enough to know this. After a moment, a long hard thought one I might add, I answered with.
"I've practically mastered Occlumency to counter the effects, I figured I should say that before you throw a fit...I know more about rituals than most alive probably at this point, I know most of the basics of blood magic, and I could recount a full book on just curses alone" He seemed to stile in his chair before his eyes gave way to the age he actually carries, but after a long moment.
"You're just fourteen, you should never have dirtied your hands with that foulness" I nodded, but continued on with a simple rebuttal.
"Age doesn't make one a child, I knew what I was getting in to, and I don't regret it, I doubt you'll find someone as well equipped to fight against any Dark art as I do besides you and maybe just a few, sparse, others. And that's why I did it" He seemed to know that, but truly didn't want to accept it, but after another long moment he said.
"There are times when one must decide to do what is easy or what is right, and you my dear boy, seem to have decided that neither were the path for you, you've decided to do what is needed, to fill a gap in knowledge you knew you would need to have to face your foe, I only wish you never thought to find that path" I just sighed, because I do understand what he meant, but I just reiterated what I had said before.
"I've never been good at taking it easy, and I've already said that I'm not a good person, this really was only a matter of when not if. No one is to blame for my choices, so get over your own pity for me and start preparing, we can continue this debate after we've saved the world and stopped this madman" He nodded with a sigh as he stood up, to which I followed suit and listened to him as he spoke.
"We both have very differing opinions it would seem, we would only clash heads, both to use to being in charge, so I will do what I do best and you do well to stay where you are at, after all, you're right, just because you aren't good doesn't mean you have to be bad either" I thought over it for a long moment before nodding and turned to leave the office. I have plans to get done it would seem, though I have to say, I really didn't think I would actually get this much support from him. And with that I left.
Ok, first off, I made this year pretty light compared to the first ones didn't I? So I figured why not say fuck it and make this one just have a massive tone shift and have everything change, and change it did. Dumbledore and Kyu are now both much more an the same page when before they hadn't even been in the same book. As for why Dumbledore even accepted this situation in the first place, well, it's either that and be able to keep a eye on Kyu to make sure he stays at least stable as he really doesn't trust the dark arts or not have any relations with Kyu while they both worked towards the same objective, this way Dumbledore has some saying power instead of just hoping it turns out all right. Anyway, See ya.
