Whispers Of Truth

Chapter 11: The Pieces

The room was only something he could dream of, large and spacious, bare of everything expect for the throne. He was told that once he took the crown he could decorate the room however he wanted. And the throne, so elegant yet intimidating

"You look lost."

Harry was suddenly standing next to him, Hedwig on his shoulder.

"I think anyone would be." Ron glanced at Harry, "Well almost anyone."

Harry hummed, lifting up his hand to scratched Hedwig under the beak. "We are different, from our birth, and life after it. To compare, would be forever frustrating."

"Yeah." Ron said for lack something better to say.

Lips curling into a smile, Harry moved closer to the throne, "They are waiting for you." He then said tilting his head as he observed the throne.

Nervous, Ron nodded, and followed Harry out the room and into the study. And just like he said, everyone was waiting for him.

"You're highness," Morgan le Fay bowed along with his sisters.

"Erm," Ron shuffled nervously on his feet as the others bowed as well.

"You will get use to it…perhaps." Harry said, a bit of amusement in his tone, "Now then, begin. I will join you later, after I attend to another matter."

Ron's eyes went big in a bit of panic at the thought of being alone without Harry, Hermione and his brothers would with him. However, considering that Hermione was the Mother of Dragons, and her eyes had a tendency to glow (and don't get him started on his brothers), Ron still wasn't comfortable with being alone with them. Granted, Harry wasn't any better, but at least his eyes didn't glow…..that he knew of anyway.

~.~

The winds howled, and the wild sea crashed against the rocks.

You have changed.

No more sadness.

No more fear.

You are not you, you are not child.

You are Chosen.

Harry tilted head, unafraid as the dark figures drew closer to him.

The Dementors no longer bothered him.

For he saw them for what they truly were.

He saw their Truth.

"I am."

The Dementors moved even closer, and Harry's eyes narrowed.

"You are hungry, you want more. Always more." Harry hummed, "He had promised you this."

He has, promised to ease our hunger. Eat as much as we need, as much as we want. Can you promise the same?

"I can." Harry answered.

The Dementors purred.

"But I won't."

The Dementors still, then they made a sound that was that wasn't quite a hiss, but it was close as they drew closer to Harry.

Be gone, away with you! Away! Away!

"That, is not my Path today."

Harry's eyes glowed. Bright, and powerful, the wild winds calmed, and the even wilder waters roared loudly. Above the clouds rumbled. The Dementors shrieked, and some fled in a rare fear, while others stood their ground. Drawing closer, mouths parting to take, Harry snapped his fingers. The clam winds were wild again, the waters still roared, and the clouds still rumbled.

The Dementors, all of them, were gone.

Eyes still glowing, Harry entered Azkaban.

~.~

They saw him, but did not truly believe him to be. Time behind these wall, time with the creatures that once roamed had bent, and twisted their mind.

"Such a sad Path."

"Indeed."

Harry glanced at priestess that appeared at his side, then back at the dark hall, where cells on either side continued onto the darkness. Inside the cells, were even darker and sadder things.

"I place them in your hands now."

"I will not fail you Chosen"

"You could."

"But I won't, that is the Path I walk today."

Lips tilting up in a smile, Harry is then gone. Leaving the prisoners of Azkaban in the hands of Morgan le Fay.

~.~

Ron collapsed onto his bed face first on his bed, squashing his face into the pillow.

Who knew acting normal was so exhausting.

Though Ron had a feeling no one would have noticed if he had acted otherwise, they didn't seem to notice that he and the others had disappeared for a lengthy period. Or maybe the group hadn't.

Ron had yet to figure out how time worked in Avalon, he's also pretty sure no one else really knew.

Expect maybe Harry.

"…..Definitely Harry," Ron thought with a bit of humor.

The door opened, Ron turned his head and saw his brother Fred came in. It was odd to see his older sibling without his twin, so much so that he stared more then what was appropriate.

"Where's George?" He then asked after a while.

"With Hermione, Remus, and Fenrir."

"Do I want to know?" Ron asked.

"Most likely not," Fred grinned as he came over to sit down on the boy's bed, "you look tired."

"I am, how do you and the others do it? Act so normal, I mean."

"Hmm," Fred titled his head, "we really don't, mostly because we trust Harry to keep us out of any trouble….well serious trouble."

There was something behind that statement, and Ron suddenly remembered his detention with Umbridge before her disappearance. Remember how cold Harry's eyes had gone after seeing his scared hand. And it wasn't really surprising; in fact it gave Ron a kind of comfort.

"So," Fred then said after a pause of silence, "I never asked, but how does it feel to be king?"

"Weird, and scary, I mean soon I'm going to be ruling over a whole country, which I have no clue how to do by the way."

"It's not like you'll be alone."

"True, but it's still….how are you so calm about all this?"

"A lot of reasons I suppose, but I think the main thing is that something in me is telling me everything is going to be okay. Knows that what Harry is doing is the best for everyone, knows that you'll be the King who'll bring this world into greatness."

Ron's cheeks go warm at the soft smile, and genuine words, and he buried his face back into his pillow, Fred laughed, and ruffled his brother's hair.

~.~

Hogwarts was alive with whispers, and not just of the students. The empty halls did not bother him, nor did being caught pass curfew give him cause to worry. For he no longer had none, at least not in this. Instead he listened to what went beyond the walls, a gift from Hogwarts herself after finding him worthy of it.

Dumbledore was making his move.

By tomorrow morning, the Wizarding World will read that Harry Potter has been named traitor, a Dark Lord. Aurors will be at the school, as well as reporters, camera armed, and ready to capture the moment the Harry Potter is dragged away.

When tomorrow morning comes, Harry will be gone.

They all will be.

Except him.

He is needed here, he is the king's eyes and ears.

His Spymaster.


You guys want to guess who is the Spymaster, and their network is?