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0Harry0 - alternate 'evil' Harry
Dimensions chapter 7
**James POV**
James was sitting around a table in the great hall with the rest. They were having a crisis meeting about 0Harry0.
The only two people not there were Charlie Weasley and Eryn Moonstone.
It had been such a relief for the order when 0Harry0 was captured - he was a deatheater in charge of prisoners and the spies - some of them anyway - Voldemort was far too paranoid to trust 0Harry0 completely
"we need to recapture him quickly - he'll be on the run now."
"No he won't. He fears nothing. He will do as ordered by the dark lord." Said Snape sharply.
"what about Dudley?" Lily asked "could he be in danger?!"
"He could be." Dumbledore said, gravely
James knew that Lily had got rather fond of this other Harry. He had to admit, even to himself that for the first time in years he felt 'normal', like he was a father. He had seen this boy now in many different situations and had seen aspects of himself - the looks, quidditch talent, interests... he could pretend that his life was normal.
He stood up quickly "I'll go and check on him, make sure he's alright and make sure that he's careful."
Dumbledore nodded sharply and the DADA professor left the room. James headed to the portrait of the fat lady and said the password. It swung open.
James clambered into the common room and looked around. No sign of Harry. Ron and Hermione were having a tense discussion. They looked up as he approached
"Professor?" Ron asked
"Have you seen Dudley?"
"He want to talk to you, about half an hour ago."
"Why?"
Ron's eyebrows came together in confusion, "You sent him a note."
James stepped back, alarmed "Did he take the note with him?"
"No he left it in his bag. In his dorm."
James raced up the stairs. Harry's bag was on his bed. James opened it and saw a crumpled note at the top. He unfolded it and felt an icy hand of fear close tightly around his heart. This was written in the style of writing that he and Sirius used when sending secret letters across the classroom as students of Hogwarts, in case a teacher who would recognise their handwriting intercepted it.
He took the note downstairs and bellowed to the room at large "Everyone! Stay in the tower. Make sure everyone' s accounted for and then keep an eye on each other!"
Puffing and panting he sprinted to the hospital wing, praying that he wasn't too late. The corridors were deserted. He ran back to the great hall, slammed the door open in a very Snape - esque fashion and gasped out, "Dudley - gone - Sirius - note"
"James slow down." Peter said worriedly
"Sirius sent Dudley a note, pretending to be me."
"What!" Minerva exclaimed
"Said to meet me in the hospital wing. Now he's gone!"
"He can't have been taken out of the castle - the wards." Lily exclaimed
Dumbledore arranged the group to split into search parties and gave the order for everyone to comb the castle and grounds for any trace of Harry.
An hour later the group returned, looking stumped.
"He's been kidnapped, there's no other explanation." Remus said placidly
"But only select members of the order can lower the wards long enough for someone to leave the castle. We were all here.most of us." Snape said slowly
"I hope you're not accusing me!" Charlie exclaimed.
"I wouldn't dream of it." Snape replied sleekly.
"We can only assume that one among us has activated a timed lowering of the wards, like that used when students are scheduled to leave the castle." Dumbledore said
Everyone looked around warily.
"So what now?" Lily asked
"We need to find out what we can. Anything you hear report directly to me. Don't discuss your findings with anyone. Someone in this room is working for Voldemort."
Again, everyone looked at each other.
James met as many eyes as he could, feeling a deep sense of betrayal.
**Harry's POV**
Harry was in a spell induced state of unconsiousness when he felt something strike him, hard in the stomach. Someone shouted "Wake up!" loudly in his ear.
Slightly winded and more than a little dazed, Harry opened his eyes. Sirius was standing over him, fist raised.
"Sirius?" Harry asked. He had been dreaming about Sirius. He had been offering him a place to live. Wormtail tied up between them.
"Yeah." was the brisk reply
Realisation hit Harry like a bucket of icy water. Harry became alert. His hands were bound behind his back. he appeared to be in a run down shack. A leaky roof betrayed the rain, as it trickled through the multiple leaks.
There was only one door, and a window, that was boarded up. The hut or whatever it was contained little furniture, just a small bed, with a foul smelling mattress. Reluctantly, Harry forced his eyes back towards Sirius.
Sirius towered over Harry, who was on the floor.
"why?" Harry asked, unable to stop himself. "What made you betray them?"
Sirius looked taken aback for a second, then smiled cruelly. "It runs in my family." He laughed quietly "It was fun for a while, rebelling, hanging around with the muggle lovers and mudbloods. But when the war against them began I soon realised that my place was at the side of the Dark Lord."
"The others never appreciated my sense of humour, never understood me. I like watching people suffer. There's no greater power than having that type of control over a person. This is how I was meant to live my life! And believe me I shall take great pleasure in torturing you. Revenge against your uncle."
"What did he ever do to you! You stole his son! Ruined his life."
"Come on! Ever since I revealed myself openly as a deatheater, he has tried to kill me. He helped murder members of my family. My cousins, Narcissa and Bellatrix, my brother! He locked his own son in Azkaban! He deserves to suffer!"
"THEY WERE ALL DEATHEATERS!" Harry shouted
"Crucio!" Sirius yelled in reply
Harry writhed in the floor, his back arching in pain, screaming. When the pain finally ended, Harry noticed another figure standing in the doorway. It was like looking at your own identical twin. The main difference being that the figure had no scar and was holding a deatheater mask in his left hand.
"So this is my cousin?" 0Harry0 said
"Yeah."
The two Harrys glared at each other. "He looks like my mother." 0Harry0 commented quietly and looked towards Sirius for instructions.
"He was defending James. He' s on their side."
0Harry0 nodded. "Perhaps it's time we sent my father a present"
"My thoughts exactly." Sirius replied
"We should kill him. Make it obvious he suffered"
"Would you like to."
"Not this time. I have to further perfect the spell that you used earlier. Were there any problems?"
"None at all." Sirius replied "Go back to the house. I'll join you there later."
0Harry0 inclined his head and left the hut.
Harry shuddered involuntarily as the tall man raised his wand
"You should be scared." Sirius said.
Then it started. Harry repeated over and over in his head, like a mantra 'this isn't the real Sirius. This isn't the real Sirius', as he experienced unbelievable agony that seemed to last forever. Blows raining down on him, potions being forced down his throat, a knife, cutting lines along his skin.
Eventually, as Harry began to loose conciousness for the third time sirius stood back. "I'll see you tomorrow." With that the man left and the door slammed closed, a lock clicking into place.
Harry tried to sit up. His bones and muscles protesting against his every movement. Eventually he found himself able to drag himself onto to the worn, foul-smelling mattress. He knew only one thing for sure. The longer he stayed in this place, the less chance he would have to escape. By this time tomorrow there was every chance Sirius could have got bored and killed him, he needed to get out!
But as the minutes ticked by, Harry did the only thing he could think of. He started to cry. His tears wetting the disgusting mattress upon which he lay.
AN: that's it for now. Will update soon. I tried to make it as un- gruesome as possible.
THANK YOU FOR ALL REVIEWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
0Harry0 - alternate 'evil' Harry
Dimensions chapter 7
**James POV**
James was sitting around a table in the great hall with the rest. They were having a crisis meeting about 0Harry0.
The only two people not there were Charlie Weasley and Eryn Moonstone.
It had been such a relief for the order when 0Harry0 was captured - he was a deatheater in charge of prisoners and the spies - some of them anyway - Voldemort was far too paranoid to trust 0Harry0 completely
"we need to recapture him quickly - he'll be on the run now."
"No he won't. He fears nothing. He will do as ordered by the dark lord." Said Snape sharply.
"what about Dudley?" Lily asked "could he be in danger?!"
"He could be." Dumbledore said, gravely
James knew that Lily had got rather fond of this other Harry. He had to admit, even to himself that for the first time in years he felt 'normal', like he was a father. He had seen this boy now in many different situations and had seen aspects of himself - the looks, quidditch talent, interests... he could pretend that his life was normal.
He stood up quickly "I'll go and check on him, make sure he's alright and make sure that he's careful."
Dumbledore nodded sharply and the DADA professor left the room. James headed to the portrait of the fat lady and said the password. It swung open.
James clambered into the common room and looked around. No sign of Harry. Ron and Hermione were having a tense discussion. They looked up as he approached
"Professor?" Ron asked
"Have you seen Dudley?"
"He want to talk to you, about half an hour ago."
"Why?"
Ron's eyebrows came together in confusion, "You sent him a note."
James stepped back, alarmed "Did he take the note with him?"
"No he left it in his bag. In his dorm."
James raced up the stairs. Harry's bag was on his bed. James opened it and saw a crumpled note at the top. He unfolded it and felt an icy hand of fear close tightly around his heart. This was written in the style of writing that he and Sirius used when sending secret letters across the classroom as students of Hogwarts, in case a teacher who would recognise their handwriting intercepted it.
He took the note downstairs and bellowed to the room at large "Everyone! Stay in the tower. Make sure everyone' s accounted for and then keep an eye on each other!"
Puffing and panting he sprinted to the hospital wing, praying that he wasn't too late. The corridors were deserted. He ran back to the great hall, slammed the door open in a very Snape - esque fashion and gasped out, "Dudley - gone - Sirius - note"
"James slow down." Peter said worriedly
"Sirius sent Dudley a note, pretending to be me."
"What!" Minerva exclaimed
"Said to meet me in the hospital wing. Now he's gone!"
"He can't have been taken out of the castle - the wards." Lily exclaimed
Dumbledore arranged the group to split into search parties and gave the order for everyone to comb the castle and grounds for any trace of Harry.
An hour later the group returned, looking stumped.
"He's been kidnapped, there's no other explanation." Remus said placidly
"But only select members of the order can lower the wards long enough for someone to leave the castle. We were all here.most of us." Snape said slowly
"I hope you're not accusing me!" Charlie exclaimed.
"I wouldn't dream of it." Snape replied sleekly.
"We can only assume that one among us has activated a timed lowering of the wards, like that used when students are scheduled to leave the castle." Dumbledore said
Everyone looked around warily.
"So what now?" Lily asked
"We need to find out what we can. Anything you hear report directly to me. Don't discuss your findings with anyone. Someone in this room is working for Voldemort."
Again, everyone looked at each other.
James met as many eyes as he could, feeling a deep sense of betrayal.
**Harry's POV**
Harry was in a spell induced state of unconsiousness when he felt something strike him, hard in the stomach. Someone shouted "Wake up!" loudly in his ear.
Slightly winded and more than a little dazed, Harry opened his eyes. Sirius was standing over him, fist raised.
"Sirius?" Harry asked. He had been dreaming about Sirius. He had been offering him a place to live. Wormtail tied up between them.
"Yeah." was the brisk reply
Realisation hit Harry like a bucket of icy water. Harry became alert. His hands were bound behind his back. he appeared to be in a run down shack. A leaky roof betrayed the rain, as it trickled through the multiple leaks.
There was only one door, and a window, that was boarded up. The hut or whatever it was contained little furniture, just a small bed, with a foul smelling mattress. Reluctantly, Harry forced his eyes back towards Sirius.
Sirius towered over Harry, who was on the floor.
"why?" Harry asked, unable to stop himself. "What made you betray them?"
Sirius looked taken aback for a second, then smiled cruelly. "It runs in my family." He laughed quietly "It was fun for a while, rebelling, hanging around with the muggle lovers and mudbloods. But when the war against them began I soon realised that my place was at the side of the Dark Lord."
"The others never appreciated my sense of humour, never understood me. I like watching people suffer. There's no greater power than having that type of control over a person. This is how I was meant to live my life! And believe me I shall take great pleasure in torturing you. Revenge against your uncle."
"What did he ever do to you! You stole his son! Ruined his life."
"Come on! Ever since I revealed myself openly as a deatheater, he has tried to kill me. He helped murder members of my family. My cousins, Narcissa and Bellatrix, my brother! He locked his own son in Azkaban! He deserves to suffer!"
"THEY WERE ALL DEATHEATERS!" Harry shouted
"Crucio!" Sirius yelled in reply
Harry writhed in the floor, his back arching in pain, screaming. When the pain finally ended, Harry noticed another figure standing in the doorway. It was like looking at your own identical twin. The main difference being that the figure had no scar and was holding a deatheater mask in his left hand.
"So this is my cousin?" 0Harry0 said
"Yeah."
The two Harrys glared at each other. "He looks like my mother." 0Harry0 commented quietly and looked towards Sirius for instructions.
"He was defending James. He' s on their side."
0Harry0 nodded. "Perhaps it's time we sent my father a present"
"My thoughts exactly." Sirius replied
"We should kill him. Make it obvious he suffered"
"Would you like to."
"Not this time. I have to further perfect the spell that you used earlier. Were there any problems?"
"None at all." Sirius replied "Go back to the house. I'll join you there later."
0Harry0 inclined his head and left the hut.
Harry shuddered involuntarily as the tall man raised his wand
"You should be scared." Sirius said.
Then it started. Harry repeated over and over in his head, like a mantra 'this isn't the real Sirius. This isn't the real Sirius', as he experienced unbelievable agony that seemed to last forever. Blows raining down on him, potions being forced down his throat, a knife, cutting lines along his skin.
Eventually, as Harry began to loose conciousness for the third time sirius stood back. "I'll see you tomorrow." With that the man left and the door slammed closed, a lock clicking into place.
Harry tried to sit up. His bones and muscles protesting against his every movement. Eventually he found himself able to drag himself onto to the worn, foul-smelling mattress. He knew only one thing for sure. The longer he stayed in this place, the less chance he would have to escape. By this time tomorrow there was every chance Sirius could have got bored and killed him, he needed to get out!
But as the minutes ticked by, Harry did the only thing he could think of. He started to cry. His tears wetting the disgusting mattress upon which he lay.
AN: that's it for now. Will update soon. I tried to make it as un- gruesome as possible.