Chapter 6
Trying Lies
AN: Heheh... I forgot to put these up last time...
I don't own Harry Potter.
Both this fic and The End of Those Days will be updated simataniously from now on until one of them finishes.
I know, I know, I can't spell...
All well. Here's the story...
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Harry woke up without opening his eyes. He knew once he opened his eyes he would be berated with questions. Questions he really didn't want to answer. He was trying to fall back asleep when he heard Hermione ask, "What were you thinking Harry?"
He twitched involuntarily. He realized he would have to think of something fast. Suddenly his scar twinged and he knew exactly what to say. He opened his eyes and looked at her. "Damn, I have to get better at Occlumency."
Suddenly Hermione had enveloped him in a bone crushing hug, "You're awake Harry! You're okay!"
"Not if you suffocate me," Harry gasped out.
Hermione backed off blushing and suddenly yelled, "RON! REMUS! MADAME POMFREY! HE WOKE UP!"
Suddenly a loud thump was heard from across the room. Harry propped himself on his elbow to see Ron laying on the floor tangled in his bed sheets with Remus trying to help the poor boy up.
Madame Pomfrey came rushing into the room, "HARRY! Lay back down right now! Remus, please go get Professor Dumbledore."
Both Harry and Remus did as they were told, each reluctantly. Madame Pomfrey checked over Harry tutting while Ron got the few details that occurred while he was asleep. As soon as Madame Pomfrey was done checking Harry over and forcing some more potions down his throat, Professor Dumbledore came into the room with Remus following him.
Harry sighed inwardly. He knew what was next. The integration. He only hoped they would buy his quickly drafted story.
Dumbledore sat on the chair next to his bed along with Remus. Hermione and Ron sat on the bed directly behind the chairs and Madame Pomfrey made herself look busy by checking the small supply of potions in the room. Dumbledore looked at Hermione and Ron and said, "You two should go to sleep, I believe Madam Pomfrey has some potions to help you along."
Ron started to protest but Hermione sighed and elbowed him in the ribs. "They'll make us leave either way. Just take the potion."
Dumbledore nodded at Pomfrey who gave Dreamless Sleeping Potion to the two teenagers. As soon as they were asleep, Dumbledore turned to Harry looking grave, "Harry, why did you try to kill yourself?"
"I didn't," Harry said quietly letting his eyes drift down. "Voldemort tried to kill me through my scar, god damn it! He killed a young couple with a little boy and made me watch. I tried to use Occulmency, but it didn't work. I was too worked up over their deaths, damn it! He was able to possess me. I don't know how the fuck he was able to do that! You said last year that he couldn't bleeding possess me because of some-bleeding-thing I had in me! The son of a bitch forced me to get a knife and go to the bloody loo! He slit my wrists and smiled. I tried to fight him. I yelled at him, I swore at him, I did everything I could think of. I called him a fucking-Hitler-wanna-be. He heard that thought anyway. It just made the fucking bastard laugh. He said he would leave right before I was dead so I couldn't call for any fucking help. What about that thing that I am supposed to have inside me? You said he wouldn't be able to possess me because of that ruddy thing!"
"Harry, Voldemort can't possess you for longer than five minutes," Dumbledore said shaking his head.
"Well he found a bleeding way to possess me for a hell of a lot longer than five minutes," Harry snapped and brought up his wrists to show the headmaster. "See these? That's Voldemort's work. Why the hell would I want to kill myself?"
Dumbledore looked at him sternly for a moment pondering then sighed, "I wish I could believe you Harry, but I know that you have a magic within you which harms Voldemort."
"Then he found a bleeding shield against it!" Harry exclaimed. "Why would I want to off myself? My life is the only thing I have left of my mother's! Besides, if I really want to die I'd just turn myself over to the Deatheaters or... or... Jump from the Astronomy Tower. Either way I'd be dead, though turning myself into Deatheaters would probably be more painful."
"Headmaster, if you are going to aggravate him, I'm going to have to ask you to leave," Madam Pomfrey said softly. "Harry, please calm down."
"Why should I?" Harry demanded. "You all think I slit my wrists!"
"Harry, you did," Remus said softly, his eyes downcast.
"Bloody hell I did! You don't even believe me. I know Sirius would!" Harry spat. Remus recoiled as if he were struck.
"Excuse me," he said softly walking out of the room.
Dumbledore looked sadly at Harry, "Harry, we'll talk about this later."
Madam Pomfrey came over with a goblet of steaming potion and said to Harry, "You have to drink this, it will help you sleep."
"Are you sure its isn't going to KILL me?" Harry asked angrily.
"Yes," Pomfrey said calmly.
"Fine," Harry grumbled taking the goblet and drinking the contents. He fell asleep thinking he had failed once again.
Madam Pomfrey looked at the Headmaster when she was sure Harry was asleep, "Do you think he is telling the truth Albus?"
Dumbledore shook his head sadly, "I don't believe so, but I'm going to give him the benefit of a doubt."
"BUT HEADMASTER!" Pomfrey shrieked. "What if he tries it again?"
"We'll be watching him, but he won't know it," Dumbledore said calmly. "I believe many of the portraits would be happy to assist."
"Are you sure its wise to watch him without knowing?" the nurse asked.
"Being sure isn't the question Poppy," Dumbledore said. "Its the actions we take which matter, now if you excuse me, I must speak with Remus."
Pomfrey nodded, and went back to bed as the headmaster searched for his defence against the dark arts professor.
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Trying Lies
AN: Heheh... I forgot to put these up last time...
I don't own Harry Potter.
Both this fic and The End of Those Days will be updated simataniously from now on until one of them finishes.
I know, I know, I can't spell...
All well. Here's the story...
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Harry woke up without opening his eyes. He knew once he opened his eyes he would be berated with questions. Questions he really didn't want to answer. He was trying to fall back asleep when he heard Hermione ask, "What were you thinking Harry?"
He twitched involuntarily. He realized he would have to think of something fast. Suddenly his scar twinged and he knew exactly what to say. He opened his eyes and looked at her. "Damn, I have to get better at Occlumency."
Suddenly Hermione had enveloped him in a bone crushing hug, "You're awake Harry! You're okay!"
"Not if you suffocate me," Harry gasped out.
Hermione backed off blushing and suddenly yelled, "RON! REMUS! MADAME POMFREY! HE WOKE UP!"
Suddenly a loud thump was heard from across the room. Harry propped himself on his elbow to see Ron laying on the floor tangled in his bed sheets with Remus trying to help the poor boy up.
Madame Pomfrey came rushing into the room, "HARRY! Lay back down right now! Remus, please go get Professor Dumbledore."
Both Harry and Remus did as they were told, each reluctantly. Madame Pomfrey checked over Harry tutting while Ron got the few details that occurred while he was asleep. As soon as Madame Pomfrey was done checking Harry over and forcing some more potions down his throat, Professor Dumbledore came into the room with Remus following him.
Harry sighed inwardly. He knew what was next. The integration. He only hoped they would buy his quickly drafted story.
Dumbledore sat on the chair next to his bed along with Remus. Hermione and Ron sat on the bed directly behind the chairs and Madame Pomfrey made herself look busy by checking the small supply of potions in the room. Dumbledore looked at Hermione and Ron and said, "You two should go to sleep, I believe Madam Pomfrey has some potions to help you along."
Ron started to protest but Hermione sighed and elbowed him in the ribs. "They'll make us leave either way. Just take the potion."
Dumbledore nodded at Pomfrey who gave Dreamless Sleeping Potion to the two teenagers. As soon as they were asleep, Dumbledore turned to Harry looking grave, "Harry, why did you try to kill yourself?"
"I didn't," Harry said quietly letting his eyes drift down. "Voldemort tried to kill me through my scar, god damn it! He killed a young couple with a little boy and made me watch. I tried to use Occulmency, but it didn't work. I was too worked up over their deaths, damn it! He was able to possess me. I don't know how the fuck he was able to do that! You said last year that he couldn't bleeding possess me because of some-bleeding-thing I had in me! The son of a bitch forced me to get a knife and go to the bloody loo! He slit my wrists and smiled. I tried to fight him. I yelled at him, I swore at him, I did everything I could think of. I called him a fucking-Hitler-wanna-be. He heard that thought anyway. It just made the fucking bastard laugh. He said he would leave right before I was dead so I couldn't call for any fucking help. What about that thing that I am supposed to have inside me? You said he wouldn't be able to possess me because of that ruddy thing!"
"Harry, Voldemort can't possess you for longer than five minutes," Dumbledore said shaking his head.
"Well he found a bleeding way to possess me for a hell of a lot longer than five minutes," Harry snapped and brought up his wrists to show the headmaster. "See these? That's Voldemort's work. Why the hell would I want to kill myself?"
Dumbledore looked at him sternly for a moment pondering then sighed, "I wish I could believe you Harry, but I know that you have a magic within you which harms Voldemort."
"Then he found a bleeding shield against it!" Harry exclaimed. "Why would I want to off myself? My life is the only thing I have left of my mother's! Besides, if I really want to die I'd just turn myself over to the Deatheaters or... or... Jump from the Astronomy Tower. Either way I'd be dead, though turning myself into Deatheaters would probably be more painful."
"Headmaster, if you are going to aggravate him, I'm going to have to ask you to leave," Madam Pomfrey said softly. "Harry, please calm down."
"Why should I?" Harry demanded. "You all think I slit my wrists!"
"Harry, you did," Remus said softly, his eyes downcast.
"Bloody hell I did! You don't even believe me. I know Sirius would!" Harry spat. Remus recoiled as if he were struck.
"Excuse me," he said softly walking out of the room.
Dumbledore looked sadly at Harry, "Harry, we'll talk about this later."
Madam Pomfrey came over with a goblet of steaming potion and said to Harry, "You have to drink this, it will help you sleep."
"Are you sure its isn't going to KILL me?" Harry asked angrily.
"Yes," Pomfrey said calmly.
"Fine," Harry grumbled taking the goblet and drinking the contents. He fell asleep thinking he had failed once again.
Madam Pomfrey looked at the Headmaster when she was sure Harry was asleep, "Do you think he is telling the truth Albus?"
Dumbledore shook his head sadly, "I don't believe so, but I'm going to give him the benefit of a doubt."
"BUT HEADMASTER!" Pomfrey shrieked. "What if he tries it again?"
"We'll be watching him, but he won't know it," Dumbledore said calmly. "I believe many of the portraits would be happy to assist."
"Are you sure its wise to watch him without knowing?" the nurse asked.
"Being sure isn't the question Poppy," Dumbledore said. "Its the actions we take which matter, now if you excuse me, I must speak with Remus."
Pomfrey nodded, and went back to bed as the headmaster searched for his defence against the dark arts professor.
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