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Chapter Eleven: Almost Uncovered By Darkness-Nightfall
"Harry. I believe we need to talk." Dumbledore said, taking Harry by the shoulder and guiding him back up to the two gargoyles, that lead the way to Dumbledore's office.
"Ton Tongue" He said, matter-of-factly, as the staircase appeared. He steered Harry upstairs, and was soon in the office.
Fawkes stood on his perch, watching Harry out of his soft, beady eyes. Professor McGonogal and Snape were already present, each sitting in a chair.
Without another word, Dumbledore conjured up two more chairs, one for Luna and one for Harry. They both sat, staring at their headmaster.
"Now, Harry, I have received some disturbing news." He said, leaning forward and staring at Harry through his half-moon glasses.
Harry felt Dumbledore trying to unlock his head, but kept it firmly closed. 'No one is getting inside my head again' He snapped angrily at himself.
"Yes Professor?" he questioned. "What sort of disturbing news?"
"Harry, we have reason to believe that you are behind the disappearances of your fellow students." He said, almost accusingly. This angered Harry, who did not fancy being thought a liar, even though, by the time this meeting was over, he probably would have lied over one hundred times.
"Here Harry, have a drink." He gestured to Snape, who leaned around and lightly grabbed a cup of tea from behind him.
"Drink this Harry, it will make you feel better." Harry looked down at the swirling tea. Something wasn't right, the tea smelled and looked off colour.
"No thank you, I'm not thirsty." He said, pushing the tea away. Dumbledore looked slightly taken aback at this remark, but gestured towards the cup.
"Drink." He said, almost like an order. Harry obeyed, taking a small sip from the cup and felt it warm his insides.
"Now Harry, why don't you tell us all what happened." Said McGonogal, smiling warmly at Harry.
"We won't be mad." She added on, her voice kind.
Harry could feel some betrayal going on. Inside his head seemed two wars- one that was telling the truth and wanted to tell it to the world, and the other that was denying it of doing so.
Harry felt like he had been taken advantage of. 'How dare they try and force truth out of me with vietserum?' He narrowed his eyes and fought off the attacking truth potion.
'Nothing Happened." He said, glaring right back into Dumbledore's eyes. He had never lied to Dumbledore, but he was finding it surprisingly easy, with the help of the potion Voldemort had given him at Hogsmeade.
Minerva and Severus exchanged glances- they could tell Harry was not telling the truth, yet the Vietserum was not working. Snape looked into Harry's eyes, trying to unlock his head.
Once again, Harry felt the pressure of Snape and Dumbledore trying to open his mind. If they got in, he would most likely be sent to Azkaban, or expelled, or whatever else they do to wizards who murder innocent people, he thought to himself.
He looked over at Luna, who looked quite uncomfortable sitting near someone who had tried to kill her, for she was at the edge of her chair, as far away from Harry as possible.
Harry felt Dumbledore ease off trying to get inside his head, though he could feel Snape pressing harder. It was getting difficult to keep enough self-control to keep his head locked.
Snape pressed harder, and harder. He could feel his head starting to slide under the pressure. Harry couldn't take it anymore.
"If you don't god damn believe me, at least stop trying to get inside my head! There is nothing there, I have done nothing wrong, so leave me the hell alone!" he yelled, glaring at the three adults and Luna, who looked like she was going to cry.
He walked out, stomping hard on the stone stairs to make a point. He walked through the halls, knocking into anyone and everyone. Ron soon grabbed him and pushed him aside.
"Hey, have you seen Hermione?" he asked, breathing heavily.
"No, and why are you asking me? She's YOUR Girlfriend." He hissed coldly, and walked off.
Ron was left standing in the doorway of a classroom, not sure what to think.
Nights were becoming busy for Harry. Just last night he had gone down to get a snack from the kitchens when Dobby and Kreacher had told him he couldn't go in.
Harry's temper was quite bad, for he had missed dinner and was hungry, so he beheaded them swiftly.
The other house elves ran to get Harry whatever he wanted, for they did not care to meet the same fate as their fellow work mates.
"Harry! What are you doing?" Ron came running round the corner, panting.
"I saw your bed was empty and –"he stopped at the sight of the two beheaded house elves.
"What do you want?" asked Harry impatiently. Ron couldn't talk; he was still looking at the two house elves.
"D-Dobby?" he said, kneeling onto the ground.
"Harry what have you done? It-it was you who did all those disappearance thingies! You!" Ron shoved an accusing finger at Harry, who glared at him.
"Took you long enough." Said Harry, watching Ron back out of the room, stumbling over the table leg and crashing down onto the ground.
"You're not going anywhere Ron, you know too much." He said simply, pointing his wand at his friend.
'Crucio.' He said, watching his friend of six years wraith around on the ground in pain. But Harry felt no anger, no will to help him. He just stood, wand held in his defiant hand.
A clatter broke his concentration and he turned to see what it was. Ron made a run for it, seeking this opportunity to break down in tears and fall head first into the door. He stumbled down the hallway, trying to get as much room between him and Harry as possible.
"Harry, what are you doing?"
Chapter Eleven: Almost Uncovered By Darkness-Nightfall
"Harry. I believe we need to talk." Dumbledore said, taking Harry by the shoulder and guiding him back up to the two gargoyles, that lead the way to Dumbledore's office.
"Ton Tongue" He said, matter-of-factly, as the staircase appeared. He steered Harry upstairs, and was soon in the office.
Fawkes stood on his perch, watching Harry out of his soft, beady eyes. Professor McGonogal and Snape were already present, each sitting in a chair.
Without another word, Dumbledore conjured up two more chairs, one for Luna and one for Harry. They both sat, staring at their headmaster.
"Now, Harry, I have received some disturbing news." He said, leaning forward and staring at Harry through his half-moon glasses.
Harry felt Dumbledore trying to unlock his head, but kept it firmly closed. 'No one is getting inside my head again' He snapped angrily at himself.
"Yes Professor?" he questioned. "What sort of disturbing news?"
"Harry, we have reason to believe that you are behind the disappearances of your fellow students." He said, almost accusingly. This angered Harry, who did not fancy being thought a liar, even though, by the time this meeting was over, he probably would have lied over one hundred times.
"Here Harry, have a drink." He gestured to Snape, who leaned around and lightly grabbed a cup of tea from behind him.
"Drink this Harry, it will make you feel better." Harry looked down at the swirling tea. Something wasn't right, the tea smelled and looked off colour.
"No thank you, I'm not thirsty." He said, pushing the tea away. Dumbledore looked slightly taken aback at this remark, but gestured towards the cup.
"Drink." He said, almost like an order. Harry obeyed, taking a small sip from the cup and felt it warm his insides.
"Now Harry, why don't you tell us all what happened." Said McGonogal, smiling warmly at Harry.
"We won't be mad." She added on, her voice kind.
Harry could feel some betrayal going on. Inside his head seemed two wars- one that was telling the truth and wanted to tell it to the world, and the other that was denying it of doing so.
Harry felt like he had been taken advantage of. 'How dare they try and force truth out of me with vietserum?' He narrowed his eyes and fought off the attacking truth potion.
'Nothing Happened." He said, glaring right back into Dumbledore's eyes. He had never lied to Dumbledore, but he was finding it surprisingly easy, with the help of the potion Voldemort had given him at Hogsmeade.
Minerva and Severus exchanged glances- they could tell Harry was not telling the truth, yet the Vietserum was not working. Snape looked into Harry's eyes, trying to unlock his head.
Once again, Harry felt the pressure of Snape and Dumbledore trying to open his mind. If they got in, he would most likely be sent to Azkaban, or expelled, or whatever else they do to wizards who murder innocent people, he thought to himself.
He looked over at Luna, who looked quite uncomfortable sitting near someone who had tried to kill her, for she was at the edge of her chair, as far away from Harry as possible.
Harry felt Dumbledore ease off trying to get inside his head, though he could feel Snape pressing harder. It was getting difficult to keep enough self-control to keep his head locked.
Snape pressed harder, and harder. He could feel his head starting to slide under the pressure. Harry couldn't take it anymore.
"If you don't god damn believe me, at least stop trying to get inside my head! There is nothing there, I have done nothing wrong, so leave me the hell alone!" he yelled, glaring at the three adults and Luna, who looked like she was going to cry.
He walked out, stomping hard on the stone stairs to make a point. He walked through the halls, knocking into anyone and everyone. Ron soon grabbed him and pushed him aside.
"Hey, have you seen Hermione?" he asked, breathing heavily.
"No, and why are you asking me? She's YOUR Girlfriend." He hissed coldly, and walked off.
Ron was left standing in the doorway of a classroom, not sure what to think.
Nights were becoming busy for Harry. Just last night he had gone down to get a snack from the kitchens when Dobby and Kreacher had told him he couldn't go in.
Harry's temper was quite bad, for he had missed dinner and was hungry, so he beheaded them swiftly.
The other house elves ran to get Harry whatever he wanted, for they did not care to meet the same fate as their fellow work mates.
"Harry! What are you doing?" Ron came running round the corner, panting.
"I saw your bed was empty and –"he stopped at the sight of the two beheaded house elves.
"What do you want?" asked Harry impatiently. Ron couldn't talk; he was still looking at the two house elves.
"D-Dobby?" he said, kneeling onto the ground.
"Harry what have you done? It-it was you who did all those disappearance thingies! You!" Ron shoved an accusing finger at Harry, who glared at him.
"Took you long enough." Said Harry, watching Ron back out of the room, stumbling over the table leg and crashing down onto the ground.
"You're not going anywhere Ron, you know too much." He said simply, pointing his wand at his friend.
'Crucio.' He said, watching his friend of six years wraith around on the ground in pain. But Harry felt no anger, no will to help him. He just stood, wand held in his defiant hand.
A clatter broke his concentration and he turned to see what it was. Ron made a run for it, seeking this opportunity to break down in tears and fall head first into the door. He stumbled down the hallway, trying to get as much room between him and Harry as possible.
"Harry, what are you doing?"