This is a SLASH fic!!!! Slash as in male/male romance!!! Guess what!! I am warning you that this is a slash fic, so don't complain to me...understand? mutters silly homophobic people...don't bother complaining to me...
This also contains Dark! Evil! Harry! YAY!!! ChapterThree
Harry entered the Great Hall, deliberately late. He had sidetracked to the bathroom, so he could make a grand entrance. He threw open the doors, just as Dumbledore had stood up to welcome the students back. The old man stared at Harry, as though not believing his eyes – there was his Golden Boy, looking like a pathetic Slytherin.
Harry glared at the old coot, with as much hatred as he could muster, which was quite a lot. Dumbledore felt his blood run cold. Harry gave one last glare before surveying the students, who were deadly silent. Smirking at the look of surprise on their faces, Harry walked towards the Slytherin table. Some Slytherins, who weren't related to Deatheaters, glared at him, while those who were looked a little frightened. Draco however, just smirked and smiled as his friend sat across from him.
"You had to make a grand entrance, didn't you?" he asked sarcastically. Harry just smirked at the blonde, who returned it. Some of the Slytherins were smirking at the looks their table was getting.
Dumbledore recovered from shock, and continued his speech. Harry and Draco talked through it, not bothering to lower the level of their voices. They talked through the Sorting, through the feast, and only stopped when Harry felt a pair of eyes boring into the back of his head. Glaring, he turned to see the Potions Master, Severus Snape, looking at him oddly. Harry raised and eyebrow and smirked, causing Snape to look away, and pretend to ignore him.
Leaving the Great Hall, Draco and Harry said good bye, since they were in separate houses. About to start up the stairs, he was cut off by none other than Dumbledore himself.
"Harry, I would like to see you in my office, please," the old man asked, his eyes without their normal twinkle. Harry sneered, and followed him, knowing what this was about.
In his office, the Minister of Magic was waiting to hear Harry's story, and Dumbledore sat down, looking tired. "Harry, where have you been? The whole wizarding world has been worried, and you show up here today, just like that." he asked. Harry smirked; he was prepared for this. Before answering, he cleared his mind so Dumbledore wouldn't be able to tell when he was lying.
"Well, you see, Voldemort attacked," -That's right, blame Voldemort...let them think I'm still their Golden Boy...well, more or less- "and he killed my aunt and cousin. My uncle was upstairs, yelling at me,"-Yelling? No...he stopped that a while ago...he was more like beating the hell out of me- "and cast the Cruciatus curse. He then killed him, and advanced toward me." –God...this is so pathetic. The old fools are hanging on to my every word, believing me- "I was still packed from school, and I ran like hell, not caring where I was heading to. Finally I stopped, and Voldemort was nowhere nearby, so I stopped to rest...and..." -Time for a little acting, he thought as he forced tears to fill his eyes- "I was so upset, I just s-stayed t-there," -God, I'm good at this- "for a-a whi-ile...E-eventually, I-I hitched a-a ride to," must...stay...hysterical. It would ruin everything if I burst out laughing now!- "London, where I went to Diagon Alley...I-I felt s-so alone an-d scared, so I-I stayed out o-of site. D-Draco found a-and helped m-me, and w-we became f-friends," –Uh...damn! Think, Harry, think...what happened next...err...Yes! This will work!- "H-he wanted me t-to show mys-self, b-but I begged him not to," –Time to stop "crying" and become remorseful...I should be an actor one day...ack...scratch that. It's a filthy muggle career!- "A part of me knew I should, but I couldn't...I was scared Voldemort would come after me again. So I convinced Draco to help me change my look and help me hide, and then I came back here today," –My foot's asleep...- "I guess I just want to say, I'm sorry." Ahhh...the perfect ending to Golden Boy's tear-jerking tale...Oh my God. The Minister actually looks like he is about to cry...Don't laugh, Harry...Don't laugh!
"Now, now, Mr. Potter! No need to worry. I'll just go to the office and tell them the story, so it can be printed in the Prophet tomorrow," Fudge said, wiping his eyes, "But next time, don't be afraid...Remember that the Minstry is here for you!" Harry nodded, trying to keep a neutral face. Fudge nodded good bye, and walked out of the office, leaving Harry and Dumbledore alone.
As soon as Fudge left, Harry burst out laughing. "'The Ministry is here for you'? How pathetic!" he gasped between laughs. Dumbledore stared open eyed. Harry was suddenly a different person than he was when the Minister was here.
"Harry, are you ok? Do you want to see Madame Pomfrey?" he asked kindly. Harry just sneered and shook his head.
"You old fool....Don't tell me you believed my story too? Fools, all of you! Oh well. At least the world still thinks they have their Golden Boy!" Harry mused. Dumbledore raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"Harry, what do you mean 'thinks'?" he asked. Worry began to fill his heart. No...his Golden Boy couldn't have turned, he thought.
Suddenly, Harry's face darkened, and Dumbledore gasped. The once-green eyes turned black with red pupils. "Stupid Dumbledork, to think that I would forever be your pawn," he snarled, "Can't face the truth, eh? The truth that I, Harry Potter, Gryffindor Poster Boy, the Savior," he spat out, "has turned dark. No, I suppose you wouldn't ever believe that your Golden Boy would turn, am I right?" he sneered, "Well, what you believe doesn't matter. CRUCIO!" he yelled, raising his illegal wand. Dumbledore wasn't prepared for the curse, and fell to the floor screaming. It was his first time to be tortured, since he usually could block or dodge the curse beofore, and Dumbledore wished it would end as Harry laughed coldly. After what seemed like forever, Harry lifted the curse.
"Now, Dumbledork, I think you will be taking a leave of absence from this school...yes..." he said as a plan formed in his green-silver-raven haired head, "Imperio!"
Dumbledore had been hit by the Imperius curse before, and had always been able to throw it off. Not this time though, for Harry was too strong. Even Voldemort had never been able to control Albus. Dumbledore felt his free will slip away, and a voice inside his head, that sounded like Harry, was saying, "Write a letter to McGonagall saying you have been called away in an emergency concerning the Order, but you will be back as soon as you are done. Tell her not to worry, and that she is to assume role as Headmistress until you return." and another voice told him everything would be perfect if he just obeyed...how could Dumbledore refuse? He wanted everything to be perfect...
Harry watched in amusement as the old coot rushed to get the letter done. He himself wrote a quick letter, and attached it to a coin. When Albus was done, he told him to owl it to Minerva, a command which Dumbledore was eager to do. Smirking, Harry rummaged through his pocket for a device. Retrieving what looked like a porcelain flower, Harry's smirk grew. "This," he said, "Is a power stealer. When you touch it, and I say the 'magic words'" -Harry smirked at the pun- "you will be drained of your power. Of course, it only works if the victim is willing to give up their power, but with you under Imperio, that shouldn't be a problem, right?" Dumbledore shook his head and Harry grinned maliciously. "Well, then, come here and give me your power." Dumbledore stepped forward and took the flower from Harry's hand. Harry closed his eyes and murmured:
"Lumiw uxi, Lumiw di,
Kofi yl m'veg auy umi gu zi,
Lumiw g'wyi, Lumiw nerci,
Rig auy cynniw g'v'wuyk'v auyw rucc.
Cier g'voc negi, ifiw g'wyi,
Xu kuox'k dej't nuw zi uw auy"
Harry opened his eyes, feeling a little exhausted. The flower glowed white and Harry watched Dumbledore writhe as his power was taken away from him. After two minutes, the process was complete, and the flower turned black, and Dumbledore panted. Harry smiled and took the flower away from him. Dumbledore would never be able to get his power back, and that made Harry happy.
With a wave of his hand, the Imperious curse was lifted, and Harry smiled as Dumbledore had tears streaming through his eyes.
How could Harry do that? The magic he used wasn't black or white, it was the Ancient Magic... that took a lot of power to use...and look at him...he's still alive! Just how powerful is Harry? I mean, I can't even perform the Ancient Magic, and I've tried...The spell he just did should've killed him... the old man thought. Then he realized something, and he felt tears roll down his face. I have no magic, he thought, and it was true. Dumbledore felt no magic at all in his body. But that wasn't all that he realized. I will never be able to get it back...that spell was irreversible. Harry Potter has my power to use as he wishes...and what is he going to do to me now? Dumbledore looked up at Harry, fear showing in his face for the first time. Harry just smirked at the old man, his eyes still black and his pupils still red.
"Oh, don't worry. I'm not going to kill you yet. No, I have something much better for you planned," he said. And with that, he took out the coin with the note, and transformed it into a portkey. "Now, Albus," he sneered, "I think it's time you paid a friend of mine a little visit." And with that he threw the coin at the old man, who felt the familiar tug at his navel, fear written all over his face.
When Albus was gone, Harry's eyes turned green and he yawned. Using the Ancient Magics really tires me out, he thought, I think I'll go to bed. And with that, he turned swiftly and left, heading to the Gryffindor common room.
Minerva McGonagal was in her office, reading and rereading the note Dumbledore sent her. This has to be a joke, she thought as she made her way to Headmaster's office. Reaching the gargoyle guarding his office, she entered and made her way up to the office. In there, everything was in complete order, untouched, but no Dumbledore. The only odd thing in the room was Fawkes, crying. Minerva didn't know anything about Phoenixes, because if she had, she would have taken this as a bad omen, for Phoenixes only cry for two reasons: 1) if someone is injured fatally; and 2) if their master is in mortal danger.
Sighing, Minerva left. Well, I guess the note's not a joke, she thought sadly.
In Riddle Manor, Voldemort was sipping wine in his study. He'd been in a rather good mood since Harry had killed those muggles. Finally Potter, no, Harry, has some common sense, he thought.
Suddenly, lying in the middle of a floor was an old man. Voldemort was, least to say, well, shocked. He noticed a coin lying next to the man, along with a note. Picking up the note, he looked at the man, to find it was none other than...
"Dumbledore!" He spat out. Albus looked up at Riddle, exhaustion written all over his face, along with another emotion... Fear? thought Voldemort, slightly confused.
"Hello, Tom," Albus said softly and sadly, before he collapsed, becoming unconscious. Voldemort noticed that there was something different about the man...it felt like...he had no magic or power, but that would be impossible.
Shrugging, Voldemort unfolded the note and read:
Hullo Tom,
Bet your wondering what Albus the Great Old Fool Dumbledore is doing at your manor now, right?
Well, let's just say that I used some Ancient Magic to drain him of his powers (Voldemort gasped there...he knew that Ancient Magic required a lot of power). Yup. Dear old Dumbles has no more power. Zippo. Zero. Zilch.
Now why did I send him to you, you're wondering? Well, I have a plan. The Ministry has heard the "true" story of Golden Boy's disappearance over the summer. Sorry mate, but I blamed you of course. ("Mate?" Voldemort asked aloud, amusement in his voice.) Anyway, my story should appear in the Prophet tomorrow.
Now, back to my plan. I had Dumbledore write a letter to MicGonagal saying that he was doing work for the Order and would be away for a while. ("He could control Dumbledore under Imperius?" Voldemort asked, shocked. How powerful is he exactly? he wondered.) So, his absence is taken care of for a while. Now, my plan is written magically on the back of this sheet. To reveal it, tap it with your wand and say 'Reveal' in Parseltongue. Put it into action when you feel it is the most opportune moment.
-Gryffindor Golden Boy (Voldemort snorted.)
Immediately, Voldemort flipped over the parchment and hissed, "Histhesshithssssess." Words began to write themselves, and Voldemort read greedily, eyes glowing with excitement, looking as though all the Christmases in the world had come early.
Harry is certainly a powerful, smart ally to have, he thought when finished reading, smirking. He was beginning to like the Boy-Who-Lived more and more. Glancing at the unconscious Dumbledore, he let out a bitter laugh, magically bound him, and left the room to prepare for the plan, laughing coldly still.
Iviana: woot! chappie three is DONE!! dances victory dance
Miku: Argh...that was torture to watch you write glares STOP DANCING!
Iviana: sticks out tongue Party Pooper!!!!!
A/N: Heh, for anyone wondering, the 'language' that Harry spoke to steal Dumbledore's magic is one I made up, especially for this story...I call it, the "Language of the Ancients" (oh how original!)
This is what Harry says:
Lumiw uxi, Lumiw di,
Kofi yl m'veg auy umi gu zi,
Lumiw g'wyi, Lumiw nerci,
Rig auy cynniw g'v'wuyk'v auyw rucc.
Cier g'voc negi, ifiw g'wyi,
Xu kuox'k dej't nuw zi uw auy.
And this is it translated into English:
Power one, Power be,
Give up what you owe to me,
Power true, Power false,
Let you suffer through your loss.
Seal this fate, ever true,
No going back for me or you.
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