Ok. Dont mind me im just being slow on my updates. im sorry! also, ive decided on another pairing. we are going to have ron with idk who yet. and then Hermione with Blaise. i think ive got ginny planned with theodore nott. possibly draco and somebody but nothing set there.
Healer Thompson was making his rounds and smiled as he entered the room of their resident celebrity. The smile quickly faded to one of shock when instead of a rather large creature he met the very human form of the boy-who-lived.
"Mister Potter! Isn't this a lovely surprise! I'll go collect the rest of your team!"
Hardy smiled softly to himself as the man left the room. As happy as he was to have achieved a full transformation he felt rather worn out. After the many hours spent practicing with Tom he had managed to get it down enough times that the other thought it was time to try it in physical form. He had been right but Harry was still surprised. Tom had laughed of course and Harry had understood the pure genius of the man was a very good teacher.
The door to his room opened again to admit his small team of healers he had been being observed by. Healer Greengrass was the top man in his field and had worked to gather any information he could on Harry's health and well-being. Harry didn't know that the man was working for the dark lord and even before his slow alliance with Tom had started he had begun to trust the man and accept his help.
"Harry! Look at you! You're right as rain!" The man offered with a jovial smile.
"I am indeed impressed with how you accomplished such a transformation Mister Potter." Another healer, Valery McKinnon chimed in.
"Now Valery, give the boy some credit here. He went through a terribly traumatizing ordeal. It is only natural that a wizard of his caliber would be able to gain an understanding of such a feat so soon. I'm sure he had plenty of help."
As if catching his meaning the witch let her tight smile to relax slightly. Harry glances between the two of them also seeming to catch their meaning. He very quickly understood that his team of healers was most definitely on the dark side of the war. There was no other way they would have so easily referenced the dark lord as his help otherwise. He smiled softly and nodded his head to the witch.
"We just need to run some more tests on you to make sure everything is ok. If all seems normal you should be allowed to be released into your guardians care by this evening."
The regal man began to wave his wand in the intricate ways and casting spells that Harry had grown accustomed to in his stay. He watched as the lights returned from the spell and different places on his body lit up. The healers would jot down notes and chatter quietly amongst themselves. Finally the testing was done.
"Well Harry. It would seem all is in order. I ran a few extra tests to see if they would turn up anything valuable for us to know. Now it does appear that everything is back to normal. However, your canine teeth appear to be sharper, there seems to be a pouch of venom in your jawline and also in your wrists and ankles. I would assume that they are for use in this form so please do be aware of such. I am certain the books that your godfather provided you with will be very informative on blending your two forms. As you know this is all under oath and cannot leave this room by the people herein unless you tell another. We are bound to secrecy."
"Thank you Healer Greengrass. I do appreciate it. I do think those books will help. How long until my guardian arrives?"
"Headmaster Dumbledore is already here and in the waiting area. If you are ready to leave I would be honored to escort you."
Harry smiled at the man and grabbed his bag of belongings. He had asked Tom for spells to protect his things from invasion in case the old coot tried anything. While he wasn't yet certain he was on Tom's side, he did realize there were things in play with Dumbledore that he didn't quite understand.
Healer Greengrass led him out into the hall. The corridor was painted in soft white with cream and peach flowers with the names of families who had donated to the building of the ward. He could hear voices as they made their way to the waiting area at the middle of the corridor by the healers desk. As they turned into the small area Harry struggled to keep his smile from faltering. Ron and Hermione were not there as he had hoped. The headmaster and his head of house stood talking quietly to themselves but turned when Harry walked into the small area.
"Harry my boy! Good to see you up and moving again!" The old man said with his twinkling eyes. His head of house smiled and rushed forward to hug him tightly.
Harry smiled and returned her hug while smiling back at the Headmaster.
"It's good to see you too Professor. I was beginning to wonder if I would ever leave this place." He laughed with his goofy smile in place.
"Yes,, I am sure it must have been dreadfully slow for you." Minerva said with a said edge to her voice.
"Well come my boy. There are many of your friends that are waiting to see you."
He held out his arm and Harry walked over to him. He reached for his arm and felt the tug of apparition. When the squeezes through a tube feeling vanished he opened his eyes. They were standing just outside of Headquarters. The houses surrounding were all quiet and the usual one or two stragglers walking the road wandered by without noticing them.
The headmaster started towards the door and Harry followed him. Just before they reached the door the elder man paused.
"Your friends don't know the full details. Those of us that do know will not share the details with anyone else. We agreed not to speak about the subject unless it was brought up by you. I am truly sorry my boy. Please forgive an old man for not listening to you."
Harry paused to quell down his rising anger. He had asked for years to not be sent back to the Dursley's. For years the man before him had insisted on his return to the living hell of his relatives. He plastered a false smile on his face before glancing back at the man. He was careful to avoid his eye.
"It's alright sir. You couldn't have known they would ever stoop to what they did. Could we just go inside? I'm not sure I'm ready to talk about it."
"Of course dear boy. I'm sure your ready to spend time with your friends."
With that the pair entered the building before them. Once the door shut behind them the portrait of Walberga Black began to shout. The door to the kitchen opened and the occupants from inside ran into the foyer to greet Harry. He head Sirius shout at the portrait of his mother and the curtains over her closed. Hardy smiled as he found himself being hugged tightly by his friends.
"Harry mate! We were so worried about you! Why didn't you write to us?"
"Sorry Ron, I guess I got distracted."
"Oh Harry I bet it was just awful to be there that long! You must be so happy to be out! Mrs. Weasley's made supper."
The Weasley Matriarch chose that exact moment to step into the room. Everyone began to make their way back into the kitchen. They took their seats around the table and chatter began to pick up as they began to fill their plates. The discussion floated from quidditch to various summer trips before finally settling on the upcoming school year.
"Have you found a new defense professor yet Albus?"
"Yes Molly. It would seem that I found one rather fortunately in the leaky cauldron just the day before yesterday."
"I'll bet he's going to be out to get you mate." Ron whispered to Harry with a laugh.
"So it will be just another year then right Ron?" Harry laughed back.
"Do you think they'll be a good teacher Headmaster?"
"Yes Miss Granger. It seems he will be a very good teacher. You'll have to wait until your first lessons to decide your own opinions. He seemed very well versed in the subject."
"Harry do you have all of the things you need for school?" Molly asked him.
"No. I thought I would get it when we all go together."
The chatter stopped. Everyone turned to look at Harry with confusion.
"What?" He asked cautiously.
"Harry. Today is August 30th. You've only got tomorrow to get your things." Hermione said calmly.
"Today is what? Already? How long was I in the blasted hospital?"
"You were admitted July 29th. You got out on today, August 30th. You were there for a month pup." Sirius chimed in.
"A month. An entire month. You're joking."
"I'm afraid they're not joking my boy. We must arrange for you to go and collect your school things tomorrow." Headmaster Dumbledore answered him.
"I'll take him."
"You can't Sirius. You're still a wanted criminal. I'll take him."
"That's settled then. Remus, you'll take Harry and collect his things. Tonks and Mad-eye will shadow you to make sure everything goes according to plan."
The rest of the meal went peacefully. After desert the six teenagers were dismissed to their rooms. Harry, Ron, and Hermione went to Ron's room.
"Harry do you want to talk about what happened? They told us that you were beaten up by some friends of your cousins. What really happened?" Hermione prodded gently.
"Hermione, I don't want to talk about it right now. Can we maybe do this later. I need to think."
"Ok Harry. We can talk later. I'm glad your back."
Hermione hugged him before leaving the room. He sighed and dropped to sit on his bed. He was angry and frustrated. During the dinner he had felt Dumbledore try to enter his mind a few times. He was able to counter with just giving the feelings on top before glancing away. He was sure the old fool was attempting to find out why he had been in the hospital for so long.
Ron gave him a smile before climbing into his own bed. Harry groaned and rolled over onto his side. He hated that Tom was right. The man was a genius though so it was not a surprise that he was right. Tom had told him about Dumbledore had manipulated him when he was younger. Harry was only the next pawn in whatever the old coots plan was.
The darkness in the room drug on for a moment before Harry felt the hair on the back of his neck prickle. A dark shadow filled the room before him before he suddenly found himself gazing into ruby red eyes. Only a well placed hand against his mouth prevented him from screaming and jumping directly out of the bed. Ron's snoring filled the room as the form before him became clearer.
"How did you get in here?!" He hissed at the obviously pleased man before him.
"The wards cannot keep me out until the current master of the house declares that I am unwelcome. And as the previous master declared that I would always be welcome, I don't see that becoming an issue."
"Yes, but how did you get in here Tom? This is the headquarters for the Order of the Flaming Flamingo for crying out loud."
"Careful Harry. You don't want to wake your friend. Or alert the Chickens of my arrival in their safe house."
"Fine. But what are you doing here?"
"I simply wished to see you, now that I could outside of our mindscapes. Did you not wish to see me?" Tom mock pouted.
"That's creepy. Please don't pout. It doesn't suit you. Of course I wanted to see my new ally. I'm guessing you're here because you wanted to test some of your theories?"
"But of course dear boy." The older man smirked with his best Dumbledore impression.
"Ok. Shhh. What did you want to try first?"
"Try to summon strictly your claws like we practiced. But I want you to imagine your venom is working through your claws."
As expected of him, Harry summoned his claws and allows his poison to bead up on the tips. His claws had a slight glow to them as they poison flowed into them. Tom smiled and held a vial to the edges to collect some of the liquid. Harry carefully summoned his fangs next and allowed Tom to gather some of his venom.
"Is that enough?" He asked softly.
"For now. I'll go. I'll pass along the results that I find. Also, your books that you sent to me, do you wish for them back?"
"No. Maybe you can study them and tell me if you find anything further."
"Of course I will. You want me to because it takes me half the time it takes you." Tom smiled at him again
"You have no idea how unnerving it is to see the dark lord smiling at you."
"No I suppose not. Now behave my little lion. Don't choke."
With that the man disinterested into shadow again. Hardy smiled softly to himself. This dark lord was definitely something he could get used to. The man was brilliant. He had an air of confidence around him that didn't reek of arrogance as the man could clearly back up anything with the mountains of knowledge at his disposal. The matter that they were on opposite sides of the war was quickly becoming a moot point. Along with the fact that the man had been responsible for the murder of his parents. In their many discussions the man had never apologized directly for their murder. He had explained the reasons why and said he was sorry that Harry had to grow up without parents. That was probably as close as he would ever get to an apology.
He knew the man was dangerous. But there was an air about him that was drawing him in. He had no idea if it was because the man had actually treated him like he was important enough to make his own choices or if it was the man himself. His magic was intoxicating. A rich dark magic that costed everything like a blanket. It was stifling but erotic at the same time. Harry groaned as he felt himself becoming aroused thinking about the dark lord.
"Um. Harry?"
"Shit. Yeah Ron?"
"Do you wanna maybe tel me why the bloody dark lord was in our bedroom? And in your bed?" The red-headed teen asked softly.
Hows that for a lovely little cliffhanger? im going to be starting on the next chapter right away. yall put up your pitchforks. i know Dark Lord is acting a bit OOC. But i like a rational and reasonable but still powerful guy. So dont kill me. lets see where this goes. im struggling a bit with writers block. they have us writing essays for college so we can get credit and its killing my creative writing right now.