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Chapter Seven
Harry: One, Dumbledore: Zero
Remus Lupin was watching the young man that he considered as his own son sternly.
They were currently searching for clues about the massacre of many death eaters when the alarm in Grimmauld Place ringing alerting all of the remaining order members who weren't dispatched to search. The wards in Privet Drive were crumbling down! He was in panic. He apparated to Dursleys' house and with him was Arthur, Tonks, and Kingsley, and 5 other members. They were confused at first when they found no sign that the house attacked by the death eaters. When he knocked the door he faced an enraged Vernon. He shouted at them demanding what were they doing there since Harry wasn't mistreated. He demanded where Harry was. Petunia's husband only opened the door for them to come in and gave them direction to his room before stalked off. Four of them went straight to the room, but didn't find him.
They were frantically yelled, but surprised that no voice came out. Silent charm? But how? ,were what they all thought. He flicked his wand and the charm dissipated. Suddenly someone apparated in and they whipped their wands to the person…only to fins that it was actually the person they were looking for, Harry Potter. He looked surprised to see them there and somewhat panic. They lowered their wands and stared at the boy demanding some explanation.
"Oops…"
"Care to explain what happened, Harry?" Remus asked as he watched Sirius godson squirmed.
"Uh…No?" he offered weakly. He glared harder. Harry laughed weakly and seemed to be embarrassed at being caught.
"Whoa…you sure looked different, pup," Tonks exclaimed when he saw the young man. Lupin rolled his eyes. Trust Tonks to say that in a dire emergency. "You actually look…wow!" Harry's cheek was pink. That would be sweet and cute if this wasn't urgent.
"Even as what she said is true, I recommend you gather all of your belongings, Harry. The wards are down and you no longer safe here. The interrogation can be held in headquarter," Arthur leaved no room for argument. Harry nodded, but didn't even look shocked that the wards were down, which was odd for the older wizards (and witch). He just looked crestfallen at the prospect to go to Grimmauld Place…or was it because he would be interrogated?
The young wizard gathered his belongings: the books scattered all over the room, the parchment in his table, and some things in hidden cupboard. Harry dumped all of them in his old trunk (AN: he didn't want them to know his new trunk and his belongings there). He was glad that the books out there were all 'normal' books which meant not dark art books and only his school books plus apparation book.
"I'm ready," he said somewhat gloomy. Shacklebolt reached for something in his robes. He handed him a phoenix brooch, obviously a portkey…ugh, I really hate portkey. It brought him back the memory of his fourth year. He didn't care about death now, but it still made him queasy, no doubt because of his human feeling of guilt. Lupin opened the window and motioned the others down there to leave and informed that everything was okay.
The Boy-Who-Lived touched the brooch along with the others. 5 seconds later they were nowhere near Harry's room. Another 5 second later Hedwig arrived in the room with the newspaper in her talon before took flight again when she felt her master was in some other place.
Grimmauld Place no. 12
They appeared in the kitchen with a crack. Harry balanced himself in a second. His act didn't go unnoticed by others who were stumbled in their landing except Lupin with his werewolf's reflex. Harry dropped his trunk in the floor.
The Hogwarts' student suddenly tensed and sidestepped to his left leaving the surprised Mr. Weasley to be tackled by his own wife to the floor. Silence reigned.
Harry scratched his hair with a funny look plastered on his face. "Urm…I'm sorry Mrs. Weasley. I sorta act in instinct when I think someone attack me from behind," he offered his hand to help her stand up. He soon was met with a bone-crushing hug from the Weasley woman. He didn't look comfortable with it but kept silent. He wasn't used by this hugging thing. Plus he was a demon lord, for Ninetails' sake. His brother was the only exception.
"Oh, Harry…I'm glad that you're okay. When I heard the alarm, I almost had a heart attack." She tightened her grip much to his displeasure. All other four were amused by this. He heard many people rushed to the kitchen.
"Uh, Mrs. Weasley could you let me go. I'm having a breathing issue and you just crushed my body," he lied. She quickly let go of him looked somewhat embarrassed and apologized profusely. "It's okay, really!" he assured at the distraught mother.
Someone cleared his throat to get attention. He was Dumbledore. Harry's face darkened at the sight of the headmaster. He just wanted to punch the old fool right in the face but restrained to do so. He clenched his fist and brought them down to his jeans pocket.
"Do you have anything to report?" Harry wanted to blow a fire jutsu to burn him with his damned twinkle eyes to crisp, but he couldn't. His eyes twitched, perhaps just a fire on his ass…
"I'll leave professor Lupin and others to inform you," he said without sounding angry (he tried to control his emotion and succeed with it) as he took his trunk and passed them all.
"Wait, Harry!" Lupin called, but he ignored him and headed to the 2nd floor. All eyes were on him and he hated it. He quickened his pace and no one stopped him, as they were too bewildered with his act.
Harry closed the door behind him. He dropped his trunk and threw himself to the bed in the room. He had no idea that he was screwing—big time—in his plan. He cursed his stupidity. If only he could go back in time… His plan was leaving to Japan and having fights with other demons and then in the night of full moon which was 2 weeks later he would go back to his own world, but noooo…he just have to ruined it all by trying to apparate forgetting about the wards. I'm such an idiot… He buried himself to the pillow.
With Dumbledore,co
"So, Mr. Lupin, can you tell me what happened? Was there any attack?" Dumbledore asked.
The werewolf sighed and he sat on a chair. "I don't know whether you'll believe it or not, but…"
"Yes?" he urged him to continue as he eyed the unscathed young man.
"When the alarm ringing I and 8 other people apparate to Privet Drive instantly. Provided that we could apparate near there, the wards must have been crumbling. But when we arrived there, there was no sign of attack in the slightest. We were confronted by Vernon Dursley in the door who demanded the reason we baragged in. I, Tonks, Shacklebolt, and Arthur went to his room and found him missing—Harry that is. Later he suddenly appeared before us… apparating." All stared at former DADA teacher disbelievingly, even the old man.
"How?" were the only word Molly could say but voicing all of the others' thoughts.
"I don't know how he could do that. And beside that apparating thing, we also found out that there was silent charm cast on his room probably to hide the apparate sound although when we removed it and Harry was back there was only soft sound of apparating, not loudly." Dumbledore seemed to be intrigued by the news.
"You meant that nobody detected his use of underage magic and only known about it because Harry's apparating crumbled the wards which was supposed to prevent anybody to apparate there?" Mad Eye Moody suddenly said from where he stood. He just entered the kitchen to hear the revelation. The four nodded and the ex-auror was satisfied with it.
"Maybe we need to talk with Mr. Potter about this?" the wizard who defeated Grindelwald suggested. All agreed as some of them (Lupin, Mr. And Mrs. Weasley, Tonks, Mad Eye Moody, and Dumbledore) headed to the room where their supposed to be savior was.
"Harry we need to talk!" Lupin knocked the door. No response. Lupin frowned. He knocked again this time louder than the first. "Harry!" he tried to open the door, but it was locked. "Harry, don't joking! We need to talk, NOW! Open the door!" No response again. He started to bang the door. "Open up, Harry!"
"Go away!" came the muffled response. "Let me have my peace. I don't want to talk about it!"
"Harry, we have no time for your game. Now. Open. The. Door." He said somewhat desperate. Why oh why the boy decided to be such a stubborn prick like James when sulking right now.
"Make me," he said stubbornly. The werewolf growled and whipped his wand.
"Alohomora," he said, but there was no sound of clicking that indicated the door opened. Remus frowned as he tried the door to no avail. He tried again this time with more power in the spell. "Alohomora". He failed once more. He grew furious by this and started to use any spell he knew that he thought could open the damn door, and growled when none of it successful. Behind him all were suppressing laughter at his scowl. Remus heard a sound of chuckle from the room, which must came from Harry.
"If you find this so funny, why don't you yourself try it!" he snapped and gave room. This time it was Tonks and like Moony she too has failed. Next were Molly and then Arthur, but they too failed. By now all were confused how a mere kid managed to overthrow the adults.
"Mom, what are you all doing up there?" Ron asked curiously. He and the twins just arrived from the joke shop and didn't know about the incident. After they fend off and attempted to silence the portrait of Mrs. Black—to no avail—they gave up and went to the kitchen to grab some food when they saw the huddle in the second floor.
"It was Harry. He was locking himself in the room and won't come out."
"Harry is here?" Ron asked dumbly. "I thought he was in his relative?" he and the twins went upstairs.
"Well the wards were down—" his father informed.
"What!" he shouted loudly along with Fred and George.
"He was okay, Ron. No Death Eater. It seemed that Harry here forcing apparation—"
Again with the "WHAT?" Remus sighed.
"Yes, Ron. He forced apparation and managed to crumble the wards."
"WHAATT!" that seemed to be a fovourite phrase today. "Holy shit"
"Ron," his mother scolded at his use of tongue.
" We want to ask him about it but he won't come out of the room. Me, Tonks, and your parents all tried to open the door with all spells we knew, but it just wouldn't work!" Ron could see his distressed face, but didn't care about it. From what he heard, Harry has just doing something impossible once again. Forced apparation, and obviously doing magic.
"Won't he get expelled by doing magic?" Fred blurted out when he was behind them.
"He should be, but there is no owl came here. Maybe it was because of the wards here…but when we came to his room in Privet Drive there was already a silent charm there which has to be cast by Harry himself."
The three gaped at the information.
"Let me do it, you incompetent fools!" Moody being moody like his name glided down to the door. The other four didn't like to be called incompetent fools as they glared heatedly at Mad Eye.
For the next half an hour and after an exhausted Moody supported by Arthur, the door still wouldn't budge even an inch. The twins and Ron were impressed by this. Unfortunately the adult were frustrated by this. Even Dumbledore didn't find it funny anymore. He too tried but like the others behind him, he failed too. He was glad to see Harry became more powerful as this would likely to add the chance of defeating the dark lord, but this was just downright ridiculous.
"Mr. Potter, I demand you to open the door. This is a serious matter," he commanded in a tone that he was proud of always making other felt guilty and inferior.
"I don't give a flying fuck about your demand," came the shocking reply. Hogwarts headmaster's eyes widened. "Incase you don't know, which I doubt at, you're only guest here. I'm your host. This place is mine from what I gathered in Sirius' will that I have no doubt you know of, but didn't want me to find out!" he was stunned speechless. (AN: Dumbledore didn't know about Sirius' will letter, he only knew about his inheritance from Potter and Black family since Sirius died and he opted that Harry didn't find out about it)
"Harry Potter!" Molly Weasley chastised, but he didn't reply back.
"Mr. Potter…Harry…though I don't know where you heard about this, we didn't ask you about that, but about some other problem," Dumbledore said somewhat calmly. It would not be good to invoke his wrath.
"Just leave me the hell alone."
"Harry stopped being stubborn and open the FUCKING door!" Remus banged the wooden door irritated.
"Open it yourself," came the somewhat amused reply. Inwardly Remus could picture himself pulled his already gray hair. He didn't need Harry to make his hair white and bald.
"Harry…" he growled deeply there was an underlying warning there. With his werewolf ear he could hear a grumbled voice from there.
"Fine, fine. I'll open the door." A flick from his wand and the door creaked open. All rushed in only to find Harry snuggled to the bed under the blanket.
Moony took off the blanket much to his displeasure. "Now tell us what are you doing, young man," he scolded.
"I'm trying to sleep when all of you pricks barged in," Harry answered still in his bed with his back on them.
Remus rolled his eyes. He was so much like Sirius and James in their young age if he acted like this. "Stop playing. You know what I mean!"
"I'm trying to apparate. What did it look like?" he snapped.
"How?"
"Learn it from the book," he simply said. Remus actually pulled his hair to restrain himself to strangle the black haired teenager.
"And how come you do magic?" Dumbledore asked. "Without detected, if I might add?"
"I went to Knockturn Alley, okay! Now stop bothering me and let me rest." He snatched the blanket from Remus and covered himself completely, unwilling to divulge more information.
All were stunned. "You went to Knockturn Alley?" Moony asked in a low voice. A nod or whatever it looked like since he also covered his head. His face was a shade of red almost like Weasleys' hair now.
"What are you thinking going there, young man?" he blew up. "Alone, unescorted! What if someone attack you there!" the werewolf roared.
"I'm still alive, don't I?" he pointed out.
"Arrghhhh! You're giving me a heavy migraine! Not even James or Sirius could do it to me and that's saying something!" he stomped his foot to the floor to express his irritation. The twins, Ron, and Harry couldn't restrain their mischievous smile.
"You might be under stress, Moony." Remus sent a glare at Sirius' cousin (AN: or was it nephew?) (Tonks) who simply shrugged it off.
Dumbledore stared at the bundle of Harry Potter intently. His mind working fast trying to digest all of the new situation. Harry has showed them that he could always do something when he put his mind on it. And to break the powerful wards he has set by himself was a great accomplishment. He was indeed a great weapon…a double-edged weapon. His control on the boy who right now was a young man was slipping and he didn't like the sound of the news. The wheel on his brain started to move to find a way to get the boy on his grasp once more. He knew from his past behaviour in his office last year and the present that Harry wouldn't trust him anymore or at least trust him completely. He couldn't afford that. The light side (snort) needed Harry to destroy Voldemort.
"Harry we need to talk," he said calmly to the boy.
Harry shifted in his bed and poke out his head from the blanket staring at him with a glance that made him the greatest wizard who defeated the former Dark Lord uneasy. "What?"
"About your journey to Knockturn Alley and your magic doing and your apparation."
He grumbled for a moment. "I went to Knockturn Alley to find the way to be undetected by the ministry. I succeeded, I do magic, I learned apparation," he informed.
"When did you go to there?" he inquired. "And why did you do such a thing?"
Harry sighed. This old coot just wouldn't leave him alone like a pest. "Listen, bastard." All present except Albus gasped. "That's my business alone, so stick out your nose from this!"
"HARRY!" Remus yelled angrily.
"What!" Harry shouted back caught the werewolf out of guard. "It is not my fault that he was such a manipulative bastard who just think of me as a weapon to destroy Voldemort. He dumped me to my fucking relatives who hate me, starve me, using me as if I'm a bloody house elf, beat me, bully me, and throw me to a bloody cupboard where I slept for 10 years of my life!" This revelation stole their voice. "And he knew about that too! My Hogwarts letter was addressed to my damn CUPBOARD! And all in my years in Hogwarts he controlled my action. Don't deny it, old man! I'm merely a pawn in your game. What the fuck are you trying to do? Are you trying to make me the next Voldermort?" he hissed. "My life and Tom are basically the same. We grew up neglected, unloved. He grew up in an orphanage where he was always bullied while I'm staying with my bullying cousin, a giraffe as an aunt and a no neck man who always abused me. Do you want to see that you're right and that you have no hand with Voldemort making with using me as a living experiment by making my situation similar with his!"
"Harry, I—"
"Don't Harry me! For your question why I did it, do you know what? I'm merely trying to save my own ass from the three of you: Voldemort and his death eaters, the fucking ministry with his corrupt minister and his cronies, and a manipulative headmaster! Now that you know my answer, GET OUT!" Dumbledore opened his mouth. "Now, before I loose my patience and hex you into oblivion." The old man sighed and went out of the room hoping that he would cool down and ready to listen to him again.
The others were staring back and forth between him and Dumbledore, trying to comprehend the situation. "Could all of you leave me alone, please." Then he noticed Ron and the twins who gaped at him. "Oh, you're here too? Everybody except Ron, Fred, and George just leave, okay?" The others leaved them alone reluctantly. When the door closed, Ron moved.
"Bloody hell, Harry! Never know that you've a gut!"
"I always have a gut," Harry said irritably thinking about the life death experience in his Hogwarts years. He really shouldn't do that. He was a demon lord and he had to stay calm no matter what, but apparently living as a human for 16 years screwed his control over emotion. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to be a human.
"Yeah, I know. But never use that for this. The faces of others were so bloody hilarious," he was impressed by him. He never knew that Harry had a temper like that.
"Yeah, Harrykins, congratulation on making Dumbledore lost his speech for once." Fred exclaimed from Ron's shoulder.
"I wish I had a camera (AN: how the twin know what camera is? There's a bloody newspaper and bloody photograph in the wizarding society so I assume it was common) with me," his twin grinned. Harry couldn't help but chuckled by this.
"Allright, allright, just leave that stuff alone. I'm practically emotionally unstable and a walking volcano, you know? I have been under a lot of stress and the old man has cut the last string of my patience." Fred and George whistled.
"Must be hard being the Boy-Who-Lived"
The black haired wizard snorted dryly. "You don't know half of it." Paused. "So how was your summer?"
"Well, we and Ronnikins were on the joke shop most of the time. We have many customers and are busy. We only opened half time today for relaxing, but who know that when we got home we saw a very interesting show."
"Yup. What George said is true. Your money helped us a lot."
"Wait…you mean it was Harry who gave you the money?" Ron asked disbelievingly.
"You don't know?"
"Of course I don't know. You never said it."
"You never asked either," George pointed out. Ron flushed.
"Okay, I admit I didn't ask, but you should have told me, you know!" he grumbled made a slight smirk on the Potter boy.
"I see that I'm right in trusting the money for you," Harry raised his eyebrow. The twins beamed.
"So, Harry. How was your summer? Dumbledore didn't let us owl you. Mom has been giving him a headache because of it." Harry's scowl changed drastically to a grin.
"Really?" he nodded. "Good for me and bad for him then. Well…you could say I turned to be another Hermione in my summer," a groan and 2 chuckles. "I don't have anything to do, so I just read, practiced my magic, and did all of my homework."
"You has finished it all?" his friend asked with a wide eyes. He nodded. "Mind if I borrow it?"
"Nope."
"Harry, you're my angel," he said with a puppy face.
"Somehow I am not flattered by it," he said uneasy being called angel, by a guy nonetheless. The irony. Ron pouted. Harry rummaged his old trunk where he put his homework and when he found it, he gave it to Ron. "If it is destroyed, you would face to face with my punch," he warned with a humour behind it.
"Hey, I'm not a klutz!" Ron shouted somewhat insulted.
"Yeah, and the pigs fly." Fred retorted making them (except Ronald of course) laughed.
They spent their afternoon talking to each other when Hedwig barged in with a newspaper; Harry's eyes immediately were caught by the title in the first page.
Death Eaters caught dead in their own housesAccording to a trusty source, the ministry officers found many people died on their houses last night. The bodies were each murdered brutally to the point where some of them couldn't be recognized if not for the identified spell. All of them have something similar, which were the tattoos of the dark mark in their left forearms indicated they were You-Know-Who's followers.
Some of the death eaters recognized as known family were the Malfoys, Crabbes, Goyles, Notts, McNairs, Gunns, Whelsh, Brockers, Mills, and Lestranges who were reported as Azkaban escapees. From the evident the aurors found, they were indeed joined the rank of death eaters once again. Now we know that their reason of being controlled by imperius curse was not true at all. Our minister, Fudge who since last year denied You-Know-Who's return (but later admit his return after the dark lord barged in through the ministry building) and claimed Dumbledore and Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived as crazy old man and unstable and attention-seeking teenager was always supported by the Malfoys. For this we should know that minister Fudge didn't seem to be competent enough to be the British magical community minister. This writer would like Wizengamot to demote him from his rank.
No magic evident which mean that those people were not killed by magic except Bellatrix Lestrange who was killed by obviously enchanted weapon. The ministry still did not find any clue as to who was the murderer. Young Draco Malfoy who was found wounded but still alive could not be asked since he was in shock and would not respond to any question.
Some of the deaths according to the experts were caused by swords, throwing knives, hand-to-hand combat, and some other unrecognized weapons. The most gruesome death apparently was the crushed and half eaten the body of Rodolphus Lestrange. The experts said that it was done by the hand of ferocious animal judging from the wound and bite marks.
Who was the group (we assumed it was a group since there were many deaths in a night in different locations) who killed many of the death eaters? Should we feel thankful of them? Or should we be afraid of them for their brutally murders? Were they a new dark wizard organization or merely rogue wizards that wanted to have revenges against the dark lord?
We do not know, but we hope they are on our side.
Melle Archardia"So that was why many of the members dispatched in the morning!" Ron shouted. "Wow, this must be somekind of renegade group. Maybe they didn't trust the ministry to handle You-Know-Who and decided to take the matter to their own hand," he assumed.
"Interesting"
"What do you think, Harry?" Ron asked.
"Nah, just asking why the group let Malfoy alive. They killed death eaters, right?"
"Maybe he wasn't a death eater yet?" George suggested.
"Probably."
"Even if I detest him, I wouldn't dream something like this happened to the git. His parents died and now everyone practically know they were death eaters." Ron said as the black haired young man gaped at him. "What?"
"Never thought that coming from you, Ron." The youngest red haired male in the Weasleys scowled.
Harry threw the blanket and stood up. "Bloody Hell, mate. Since when did you grow rivaled me and even outmatched my height?" Ron gawked at the newly improved Harry. The twins observed him too as Harry rolled his eyes.
"Must be an astounding growth spurt you have there, Harrykins."
"A foot in a month? That was one hell of a spurt." Fred continued his twin's speech.
"Not to mention the muscles under his shirt…" Ron mumbled.
"What can I say? It is named a growth spurt for a reason," Harry shrugged.
"Tall…maybe. But the muscles?" he asked doubtly as Harry laughed.
"Now that you mention it, you face are kinda changed too," George said.
"Really?"
"Yup. No more chubbiness, more mature I think. Man…the girls will practically threw themselves to your feet," he mocked and groaned at the same time. Harry laughed dryly.
"Ronnikins too has become such a fine specimen, don't you think so, brother?" Fred asked George who nodded. Ron flushed at the compliment. He too had a growth spurt but it was normal unlike his friend's.
"Indeed. Only need the beauty of anger management and he would be ready."
"HEY!" The three burst out laughing.
TBC………
Allright, buddy, that's the end of chapter Seven. At last, my mid test is almost over. This is Monday and the next test would be in Saturday, 9th October 2004, about ethic. God I hate ethic. I need to remember all of the lessons and it was god damn thick book! Thankfully I have enough time till the day. Not that I would use all of my day to study of course. It would be horribly boring. Ja ne
Alright, like what was written above, I finished this chapter in 9th October 2004. Right now I have finished my final test. Today is May 23, 2005. Thank God, now I only have to wait for my marks. Hopefully it will be good…
Don't forget to give me review!
Thanks to the ones who reviewed my fic! Toki Mirage, HellsMaji, HikaruOfDreams, o-o, Virgil, KunochiDreamer, animewatcher, Yum2, kd8gun
Reply:
Animewatcher: a bit too much descriptive? If you compare it with chapter 2 from my other fic 'merciless hunter', which one do you think is more descriptive? I really love to write fighting scenes details, even if it looks like a bit too cruel for anyone's taste. But I love bloody scenes, he…3x. Just hope it didn't make your stomach turned o-O
Virgil: …what is 'lol'? You know, I have read this 'lol' many times, but until now I still don't know what it means…I don't know much about popular words like this one.
Yum2: Draco becomes an avenger? Hm… good point. But that was like an ant against a God (or a demon lord). Harry wanted to instill fear to Draco and the other DE candidates, with Draco as an example.