A/N: I have absolutely NO idea where this came from. Nor am I sure about
the pairings or anything. I'll give you fair warning. This could end up as
a slash story! But it's an interesting concept. Don't worry, I know it's
confusing, but future chapters will clarify everything. You'll understand
soon enough. Besides, all the best stories make you wonder, and you have to
try to piece them together. See you at the end of the chapter!
Disclaimer: So far, I own.the padded room, the straight jacket, the weird little room, the strange people, and the plot. But, I don't own.Harry Potter and his dear friends Ron, Hermione, and Draco. That belongs to J. K. Rowling.
Warning: Yes, here it is, my fair warning: This could be a slash story. Not yet, but could be. Also included in this fair warning. MY GRAMMER SUCKS. Therefore, if any of that bothers you.begone! I'm sure there're other stories for you to read. Somewhere.
Forbidden People
Chapter 1: The First of the Forbidden
At first glance, the sole inhabitant of the room appeared normal. Unruly black hair, glasses, emerald eyes. He appeared at ease, and of about the age of 17. Looks, however, could be deceiving. If you were to look closer, you would understand why immediately. The boy in question was tied forcibly to the chair, and restrained in other ways, one of which was the rather obvious straight jacket he wore.
Though he was obviously at the disadvantage, he managed to convey the feeling that he was only present because he wished to be, and should he become bored of the situation, he would be leaving.
The room was all but impenetrable, and for good reason. The young man inside was one of the most dangerous people in the entire country, and no one had any doubt that a mere straight jacket and a padded room was not going to keep him from escaping, should he choose to leave.
At the current moment, the boy appeared to be lost in thought. He was staring in an unnerving way at the people on the other side of the glass. He wasn't supposed to know they were there. He smiled. For no apparent reason, he began to laugh hysterically, though no sign of amusement crossed his face. Soon his laughter faded.
"It isn't polite to stare you know. Why don't you come in and talk to me? Are you frightened of me? You shouldn't be you know. You've got my wand, and here I am tied to the chair. I can't even use my hands. Where'd you take Draco? I want to see him. Where am I exactly? Oh, wait. You wouldn't answer any of my questions last time either." The boy asked conversationally. He sounded perfectly sane. Why then was he here? That is what we are about to find out.
At the current moment, he is being questioned about the murder of one Remus Lupin. Well, his questioning hasn't started yet. He appears to have no memory of what has occurred, though this could easily be feigned. He is, after all, quite the actor.
"Harry Potter, I presume?" a voice behind the pane of glass asked firmly. The boy glanced up at them again, fixing them with a blank look. "So what if I am? What reason do you have for tying me up like this? It isn't as though I'd have reason to attack anyone. Why am I here? Where is Draco? Or Hermione? Or Ron? I haven't heard from anyone for some time." The boy now identified as Harry answered coldly. The people behind the glass shifted nervously. "Do you suppose he really doesn't know?" Harry heard one of them ask cautiously. One of them shook their head in reply. "Of course he knows. This is the Harry Potter we're talking about. The one solely responsible for thousands of people's deaths. He knows all right. It's merely a matter of time before he cracks and admits he killed him." Another replied softly, watching Harry's face.
Harry carefully maintained his blank mask, though his emotions and thoughts were in quite an uproar. "How many more times are you going to ask me the same questions? I'm getting tired. And hungry. And much longer without a trip to the bathroom and." he trailed off, leaving their imagination to finish his thoughts. Of course, this request, like all his others, was brushed aside. "Answer our questions and we will send you back to your room for some rest. Now, where was I? Ah yes. Mr. Potter, do you agree that you were with Remus Lupin on the day of May 15th?" The questioner asked in a bored tone of voice. Harry sighed. "I already told you, yes, I saw him that day. Why? What happened? Why do you want to know all of this?" Harry asked angrily, his blank mask slipping, allowing his fury to show. "Did something happen to him?" Harry asked worriedly, then realizing what all of this implied. "Oh dear God no! Tell me please! Is he alright?" Harry asked in a rush, fear replacing anger.
"You should be able to answer your own questions, if you'd only think back to that day."
"I already told you! I don't remember! I can't! I've told you everything I know! What happened? Where is Remus? Is he alright?"
"Cooperate Mr. Potter. Tell me again what you two did that day. Take me through your visit, tell me all about every detail you remember. Did you two have a fight?" the calm voice asked again.
Harry struggled against his restraints, wanting to beat the answers out of the people up in that little room. "I won't tell you anything else. I refuse to speak until you tell me where he is." Harry told them, relaxing into his seat, and closing his eyes for a little shut-eye.
The com was shut off as the people in the room discussed what to do in low whispers that Harry heard with ease. He could see their every movement, even through the one way window they had installed. Supposedly, no one was able to hear or see anything the questioners didn't wish him or her to hear. No one counted on having someone as talented as Harry in their padded room.
"We'll just have to tell him. You know how he gets."
"No way. Bring Draco in, let him coax the information out of him."
"No, Draco is a suspect as well. That won't work." One of the men answered, crossing the room to the door. "I'll just be leaving."
"You're not going anywhere. Sit down, or you'll be in there next." The girl ordered, pointing to a chair. The man sat obediently.
"Should we get him something to eat or drink?"
"We'd be letting him win. That isn't the point. You think me incapable of getting this information? He can sit in there until he rots. I could care less if he confesses. We have permission to keep him in here until he confesses, or tells us who did it."
Harry sighed, attempting to move his arms. He smiled again, realizing that they were still under the illusion that they were safe from him. They didn't think he could hear them. They thought he was harmless. He would teach them to underestimate him.
A couple moments later, the com was turned back on, and Harry was nearly free of his restraints, though he carefully kept up the appearances. Yawning, he turned his attention back to the people in the room. "Gonna answer my questions yet? I could use a little nap, if not." Harry taunted.
"Alright, you win. This time. Remus Lupin is dead, murdered. And you, you're the prime suspect. So I'd suggest cooperating and clearing your name. Do you remember how it happened?" the girl asked gently.
Harry began to laugh. "So he's finally dead? Serves him right, the stupid man. He never did understand half of what he thought he did. He always was too nice for his own good. Probably done in by one of the people he picked up off the streets." He told them, keeping his voice light, as if he were joking. He knew he had them puzzled. He exhibited all of the classic symptoms of a crazy person, sounded sane, and always contradicted himself. They'd never be sure what he meant.
"Can you walk me through your day with him?" the girl asked again. Harry smiled. "I can't remember. What's your name? It's hard to talk to someone if you don't know their name. You know mine."
This went on for another half-hour before the people in the room began to get frustrated and decided to send him back to his room. When they came for him, he was ready for it. He waited patiently for the man to get close enough. As the man reached down to untie his restraints, Harry struck, hitting the man hard in the head with his hand. The man slumped to the ground, unconscious. Harry laughed. "Oh, that felt good. These straight jackets are just so confining. I just need to stretch every now and then, you know?" he asked the man quietly, slipping out of the jacket and untying himself from the chair. He took his time, waiting for the others from the room to come down and get him. He could already hear them coming.
Shouts and screams rang out through the silent corridor as Harry made his escape, if you'd call it that. He was never really caught to begin with, so it wouldn't technically be considered an escape.
Walking calmly down the empty corridors, he remembered vaguely that there was something about Draco being a suspect as well. While he knew Draco could fend for himself, he figured it would be quicker if he took Draco with him. Save him the effort of getting off his lazy bum to leave.
Harry paused briefly to consider where they'd have Draco holed up. He laughed as it was made obvious to him. "Of course. He'd be all the way on the other side of the stupid facility. Make more work for me. Of course. Draco, you better be prepared to leave when I get there, or I swear I'll leave your lazy ass behind." He muttered to himself, turning towards the other end of the building.
A/N: Yup, told you I'd see you here! Okay, I've got one and only one request: PLEASEY-PLEASE REVIEW! It doesn't take long, I promise. Just one or two lines. Let me know what you liked, what you hated, what you don't understand.anything. Give me suggestions on how to improve it! I'll dedicate my next chapter to the first person who reviews me, k? There's your incentive. That's what I'll do for every chapter. The first person to review that chapter gets the next chapter dedicated to them.
Disclaimer: So far, I own.the padded room, the straight jacket, the weird little room, the strange people, and the plot. But, I don't own.Harry Potter and his dear friends Ron, Hermione, and Draco. That belongs to J. K. Rowling.
Warning: Yes, here it is, my fair warning: This could be a slash story. Not yet, but could be. Also included in this fair warning. MY GRAMMER SUCKS. Therefore, if any of that bothers you.begone! I'm sure there're other stories for you to read. Somewhere.
Forbidden People
Chapter 1: The First of the Forbidden
At first glance, the sole inhabitant of the room appeared normal. Unruly black hair, glasses, emerald eyes. He appeared at ease, and of about the age of 17. Looks, however, could be deceiving. If you were to look closer, you would understand why immediately. The boy in question was tied forcibly to the chair, and restrained in other ways, one of which was the rather obvious straight jacket he wore.
Though he was obviously at the disadvantage, he managed to convey the feeling that he was only present because he wished to be, and should he become bored of the situation, he would be leaving.
The room was all but impenetrable, and for good reason. The young man inside was one of the most dangerous people in the entire country, and no one had any doubt that a mere straight jacket and a padded room was not going to keep him from escaping, should he choose to leave.
At the current moment, the boy appeared to be lost in thought. He was staring in an unnerving way at the people on the other side of the glass. He wasn't supposed to know they were there. He smiled. For no apparent reason, he began to laugh hysterically, though no sign of amusement crossed his face. Soon his laughter faded.
"It isn't polite to stare you know. Why don't you come in and talk to me? Are you frightened of me? You shouldn't be you know. You've got my wand, and here I am tied to the chair. I can't even use my hands. Where'd you take Draco? I want to see him. Where am I exactly? Oh, wait. You wouldn't answer any of my questions last time either." The boy asked conversationally. He sounded perfectly sane. Why then was he here? That is what we are about to find out.
At the current moment, he is being questioned about the murder of one Remus Lupin. Well, his questioning hasn't started yet. He appears to have no memory of what has occurred, though this could easily be feigned. He is, after all, quite the actor.
"Harry Potter, I presume?" a voice behind the pane of glass asked firmly. The boy glanced up at them again, fixing them with a blank look. "So what if I am? What reason do you have for tying me up like this? It isn't as though I'd have reason to attack anyone. Why am I here? Where is Draco? Or Hermione? Or Ron? I haven't heard from anyone for some time." The boy now identified as Harry answered coldly. The people behind the glass shifted nervously. "Do you suppose he really doesn't know?" Harry heard one of them ask cautiously. One of them shook their head in reply. "Of course he knows. This is the Harry Potter we're talking about. The one solely responsible for thousands of people's deaths. He knows all right. It's merely a matter of time before he cracks and admits he killed him." Another replied softly, watching Harry's face.
Harry carefully maintained his blank mask, though his emotions and thoughts were in quite an uproar. "How many more times are you going to ask me the same questions? I'm getting tired. And hungry. And much longer without a trip to the bathroom and." he trailed off, leaving their imagination to finish his thoughts. Of course, this request, like all his others, was brushed aside. "Answer our questions and we will send you back to your room for some rest. Now, where was I? Ah yes. Mr. Potter, do you agree that you were with Remus Lupin on the day of May 15th?" The questioner asked in a bored tone of voice. Harry sighed. "I already told you, yes, I saw him that day. Why? What happened? Why do you want to know all of this?" Harry asked angrily, his blank mask slipping, allowing his fury to show. "Did something happen to him?" Harry asked worriedly, then realizing what all of this implied. "Oh dear God no! Tell me please! Is he alright?" Harry asked in a rush, fear replacing anger.
"You should be able to answer your own questions, if you'd only think back to that day."
"I already told you! I don't remember! I can't! I've told you everything I know! What happened? Where is Remus? Is he alright?"
"Cooperate Mr. Potter. Tell me again what you two did that day. Take me through your visit, tell me all about every detail you remember. Did you two have a fight?" the calm voice asked again.
Harry struggled against his restraints, wanting to beat the answers out of the people up in that little room. "I won't tell you anything else. I refuse to speak until you tell me where he is." Harry told them, relaxing into his seat, and closing his eyes for a little shut-eye.
The com was shut off as the people in the room discussed what to do in low whispers that Harry heard with ease. He could see their every movement, even through the one way window they had installed. Supposedly, no one was able to hear or see anything the questioners didn't wish him or her to hear. No one counted on having someone as talented as Harry in their padded room.
"We'll just have to tell him. You know how he gets."
"No way. Bring Draco in, let him coax the information out of him."
"No, Draco is a suspect as well. That won't work." One of the men answered, crossing the room to the door. "I'll just be leaving."
"You're not going anywhere. Sit down, or you'll be in there next." The girl ordered, pointing to a chair. The man sat obediently.
"Should we get him something to eat or drink?"
"We'd be letting him win. That isn't the point. You think me incapable of getting this information? He can sit in there until he rots. I could care less if he confesses. We have permission to keep him in here until he confesses, or tells us who did it."
Harry sighed, attempting to move his arms. He smiled again, realizing that they were still under the illusion that they were safe from him. They didn't think he could hear them. They thought he was harmless. He would teach them to underestimate him.
A couple moments later, the com was turned back on, and Harry was nearly free of his restraints, though he carefully kept up the appearances. Yawning, he turned his attention back to the people in the room. "Gonna answer my questions yet? I could use a little nap, if not." Harry taunted.
"Alright, you win. This time. Remus Lupin is dead, murdered. And you, you're the prime suspect. So I'd suggest cooperating and clearing your name. Do you remember how it happened?" the girl asked gently.
Harry began to laugh. "So he's finally dead? Serves him right, the stupid man. He never did understand half of what he thought he did. He always was too nice for his own good. Probably done in by one of the people he picked up off the streets." He told them, keeping his voice light, as if he were joking. He knew he had them puzzled. He exhibited all of the classic symptoms of a crazy person, sounded sane, and always contradicted himself. They'd never be sure what he meant.
"Can you walk me through your day with him?" the girl asked again. Harry smiled. "I can't remember. What's your name? It's hard to talk to someone if you don't know their name. You know mine."
This went on for another half-hour before the people in the room began to get frustrated and decided to send him back to his room. When they came for him, he was ready for it. He waited patiently for the man to get close enough. As the man reached down to untie his restraints, Harry struck, hitting the man hard in the head with his hand. The man slumped to the ground, unconscious. Harry laughed. "Oh, that felt good. These straight jackets are just so confining. I just need to stretch every now and then, you know?" he asked the man quietly, slipping out of the jacket and untying himself from the chair. He took his time, waiting for the others from the room to come down and get him. He could already hear them coming.
Shouts and screams rang out through the silent corridor as Harry made his escape, if you'd call it that. He was never really caught to begin with, so it wouldn't technically be considered an escape.
Walking calmly down the empty corridors, he remembered vaguely that there was something about Draco being a suspect as well. While he knew Draco could fend for himself, he figured it would be quicker if he took Draco with him. Save him the effort of getting off his lazy bum to leave.
Harry paused briefly to consider where they'd have Draco holed up. He laughed as it was made obvious to him. "Of course. He'd be all the way on the other side of the stupid facility. Make more work for me. Of course. Draco, you better be prepared to leave when I get there, or I swear I'll leave your lazy ass behind." He muttered to himself, turning towards the other end of the building.
A/N: Yup, told you I'd see you here! Okay, I've got one and only one request: PLEASEY-PLEASE REVIEW! It doesn't take long, I promise. Just one or two lines. Let me know what you liked, what you hated, what you don't understand.anything. Give me suggestions on how to improve it! I'll dedicate my next chapter to the first person who reviews me, k? There's your incentive. That's what I'll do for every chapter. The first person to review that chapter gets the next chapter dedicated to them.