Chapter Ten

Warning(s): minor language, angry Harry

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Harry looked around his new room in Snape Manor will a small smile. The room itself was quite large, and was expertly decorated. The bed was built into the wall in a den-like model. Harry had to crawl up a few feet in a tunnel-like place before he reached the bed itself, which was large enough to fit four grown adults and a child.

The entrance was covered with a curtain of silky black material, and if pulled aside could let enough light into the small chamber to read by and if closed could encase the area in total darkness.

There were small shelves built in around the bed and lights on the ceiling. Another chute led out into the main room and Harry delighted himself by sliding down it. Of course, this tunnel was covered with a drape as well.

The room had hardwood floors and the wall directly in front of the door was covered in shelves that magically changed to house objects, books, or other things. The wall to the right was the wall with the bed, and the one on the left had a desk in between two doors.

One door turned out to lead to a rather large bathroom, complete with Jacuzzi-like pond for bathing and shower. The other door led to a walk-in closet with dressers and hangers for clothes.

Harry was just sliding out of his bed when Sirius arrived with a grimace. He smirked though when he saw Harry dusting his rear off. "Playing with the bed? I love it too; my room has the same thing. Remus, the little snob, had a regular bed. So does Severus."

"How would you know?" Harry asked teasingly. Sirius blanched before he shook himself.

"Anyway, I came to tell you that Dumbledore is in the living room. He wants to see you." Harry grimaced. "He isn't too happy." Harry groaned.

"Did he bring anyone with him?" Sirius shook his head. "All right, I'll go see what he wants. But I claim mental instability when…err..if I blow anything up." Sirius laughed and followed his godson down the stairs.

They entered the living room to see Severus glaring heatedly at Albus, who turned to the pair with a grim smile. "You cannot stay here Harry. You need to be at the hos…." Harry waved his hand and suddenly the old man's mouth was snapped shut.

"Now you listen here. My doctor said that I didn't need to be there in the first place! That therapy would have been fine." Harry snarled. "So I do not need to be anywhere but here." Dumbledore broke the spell.

"It isn't safe here. Voldemort…." Harry sneered and waved his hand again, but this time more forcibly.

"That's another thing. You and you're pet Shadow." Dumbledore's eyes widened. "Yes yes, I know about him. And about how Tom is just an ordinary person once again. I bet that upset you greatly."

"I have not, nor ever will lie…" Dumbledore said once he broke the spell. Harry laughed harshly and suddenly he was pinned against the wall. He squeaked.

"You're lying now. I know when people lie to me; it's a little trait I've picked up from my father. But I'm sure you know all about that, since you've confused my father into believing you for the longest of times. How many lemon drops did you give him? Or was it the tea? I always found both a little odd to the taste."

"Harry, you need to calm down." Severus spoke up. "We know he deserves whatever you give him, but you can't kill or injure him." Harry growled in response but released Dumbledore from his spells. The man stumbled foreword and frowned. "Now I must ask you to leave."

"I can't without…." Severus and Harry both growled and Sirius snorted back laughter. Dumbledore faltered.

"Mark my words Albus Dumbledore. I will never side with you on anything unless it's for the good of this world. I have officially joined Tom in his quest for equality and I want you out of my house!" Dumbledore took one look at Harry and fled. Harry collapsed onto the couch behind him and felt arms wrap around him.

"You handled that well my son." A voice murmured in his ear. Harry smiled and looked up at his father.

"Thanks." He sat back up and summoned a quill, ink, and parchment.

"Now what are you doing?"

"Exposing the manipulative bastard to the rest of the world and bringing the Shadows into the world." Severus smirked and sat down to help Harry write it out. Sirius and Remus watched from a distance, occasionally giving their insight.

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Albus Dumbledore: Hero or Manipulator

One night long ago, a small child was born. But due to the circumstances of his birth he was hidden from his true father and placed under charm to hide his appearance. The mother confided her secrets to her mentor, who disliked her actions and forced her to play along with his ruse. She agreed so he wouldn't take the child.

That child was Harry Potter, the mother was Lily Evans, the father was Severus Snape, and the manipulator was Albus Dumbledore.

Lily Evans was forced to marry James to make sure the baby stayed unaware of his true father. But now everything has become uncovered including the truth behind You-Know-Who.

Tom Riddle was a boy taken over by a Shadow, a dark ghost that feeds off of others feelings and emotions. Because Dumbledore had left Tom Riddle in an abusive situation he was taken over by this force. Now he has expelled it and with testimony from certified doctors, is cleared of any misgivings.

Bio on Harry Potter, page 12

Bio on Severus Snape, page 13

Bio on Albus Dumbledore, page 15

TBC

Yeah, the article was horrid but hey. I'm never good with them. And I don't think this needs saying but…I WANT ONE OF THOSE BEDS! Just so I could hide my dirty gay porno from my parents….hehe….just kidding. But it would be nice to have one of those……..

Anyway, I have chapter eleven written and I'll post it tomorrow after my test. Then I'll write chapter twelve. But don't expect too much cuz my mom' bugging out on me.

"Have you studied….have you studied…..you had a lot of time to yourself today I hope you studied….why on earth are you painting if you have studying to do?….why aren't you studying….do you know your general chem……are you sure you shouldn't study more….?"

God she doesn't stop. And of course I say "Yeah mom, I studied." Which I did for like, two hours. But alas, our little verbal spars like this one always turn ugly and she just stormed out of the house to go shopping. And she says I buy too much stuff? I buy my own clothes most of the time, my own books/DVD's every so often, my own art supplies, and what does she do? Complain that I but to much but then she goes out and buys way more than I ever would in one trip. At least I can USE my art supplies.

BTW. My yahoo screen name is lupusferus. Check out my bio for the painting I'm working on. It's a DNAngel (an anime) painting.

Okay, enough with my ranting. One more thing…REVIEW PLEASE!