A/N: I apologize in advanced for the long wait and the shortness and shittiness of this chapter. Reasons for this are in the A/N at the end of the story.

Harry Potter and the Ultimate Betrayal

Chapter 6

The Results

"Ugh." That one word—if it could be considered a word, it was more of a grunt—summed up Harry's existence as of right now. Not an inch of his body was free of the intense ache that he felt now. He attempted to open his eyes, but what little light there was felt to him as though a thousand blazing suns and were shut quickly.

"Is he awake?" a female voice asked with more than a hint of apprehension.

"No. I don't think he is. His eyes are still shut and his breathing hasn't changed." said a voice from directly above him. "He must be dreaming, or something." Harry would have opened his eyes, but found that he didn't want to. Maybe they'd go away if they thought he was still asleep. He was in pain, pain brought pity and Harry hated pity more than anything. Besides, he was still tired as hell.

"You shouldn't be that close, Sister. We don't know yet if he's dangerous or not." Dangerous?

"Since when did you become so paranoid, Trixie?" Trixie? Who the hell was Trixie? "Besides, I know for a fact that he is completely, and utterly harmless. Even if he wasn't himself there would be nothing he could do." The voice from above Harry stated in a tone that clearly said 'I know more than you.'

"How do you figure that?" Trixie said moving closer to Harry as if to prove she wasn't scared or paranoid. "And don't call me Trixie! You know I hate that nickname, Cissy." Trixie said as she sat on Harry's bed. Harry had to stifle a groan as his body was jostled around.

"Well, Trixie, it is physically impossible for him to move, let alone attack us. He'd be lucky if he was able to lift his arm off the bed. Every last muscle on his body has been completely torn and is currently in the healing process. I could give him a potion to heal it, but then that would prevent the growth of his muscles and would make all the intense pain he must've been going through completely pointless." Cissy explained as she sat on the other side of Harry's bed. He was barely able to suppress the groan that wanted to escape his lips. He had finally recognized the voices of the two women in his room. Narcissa Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange.

With the recognition of the voice came realization of why they were there—in his room—and why Bellatrix had wanted to show caution. Harry had undergone the Ritual last night and something had gone horribly wrong. As if to attest to that, the thing that was currently locked inside Harry's mind gave a great shove against its cage. "Release me!" it screamed within Harry's head, in that same strange language that Harry somehow understood.

"Not on your life." Harry thought at the thing with a calmness that seemed to infuriate the monster. The thing slammed against the cage several more time, roaring all the while, before giving up and becoming silent.

Harry was brought back to the outside world as he felt warm breath on his face. "What are you doing?" Bellatrix asked incredulously.

"I've always wondered what it would be like to kiss the Boy-Who-Lived." Narcissa said inches away from Harry's lips.

"Aren't you forgetting the...never mind." Bellatrix started, but cut herself off as Narcissa's lips connected with Harry's.

It was a moment of bliss for Narcissa before Harry's hearing was assaulted by her yelp of pain. Funny thing was, the pain wasn't in Harry's ears, but the top of his head. What the hell was that about?

"Was it worth it?" Bellatrix said amusement lacing her voice. "I tried to warn you. But of course, you never listen to your older, wiser, more beautiful, and all around better sister, do you?"

"Please." Narcissa drawled. "You're older than me by three minutes. And with that gaunt look on your face and your haggard looking body, you'd be lucky to get a man to touch you even under the Imperious curse. Besides, I knew exactly what was going to happen, and yes it was worth it. Lucius uses my body for his pleasure and that's it. What's a few seconds pain for something that hasn't happened since my wedding day? I wish I never would have agreed to marry him under the old marriage laws."

"Quit your pouting Cissy. I told you that once this war is settled I'd kill Lucius for you and we'd escape together."

"Why can't you do it now?"

"If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times. If we try disappearing now, the Dark Lord would hunt us down and kill us. If we wait until the Dark Lord succeeds or fails in his plans for the extermination of the Muggles, he would probably care less if we disappeared. We may not even have to wait that long. Once he gets the rest of wizarding Britain on his side, he'll be too busy to realize we're gone."

"Waiting is easy for you. Your husband is dead. You no longer have to follow his every command, unable to lift a finger in retaliation less you be wrought with extreme pain. You can do whatever you want, with whomever you want."

"That's right I can, can't I." Bellatrix replied and then leaned down and kissed Harry. It took all he had not to respond to the kiss. In the end it took reminding himself exactly who she was and exactly what she had done in her past to prevent it.

"It wasn't supposed to happen this way!" Narcissa let out in a huff.

"I know." Bellatrix responded, obviously knowing what her sister was talking about.

"Our marriages were supposed to ensure that we remained on the sidelines. We would have lived like our mother, and our aunt did. We would have supported the Dark Lord financially and politically, while our husbands did the dirty work. Instead, I was forced to become a healer for the Inner Circle and occasionally the cannon fodder and you were shoved into the thick of things. I only escaped Azkaban the first time because I had saved several of the Inner Circles lives. That and they asked no questions about me to Lucius. He would have sold me out in a second."

"What about me? How do you think I feel? I spent twelve years in Azkaban and now look at me!"

"That was your own fault and you know it. You were set for the same thing as I was, to support from the sidelines. But, you had to go and show off your skills. If you were smart you would have let those Aurors kill your husband and that would have been the end of it. You killed three of them by yourself. Of course the Dark Lord would want someone with those skills in his Inner Circle."

"Aright Cissy, that's enough. The past is past. I gave you my word that I'd get us both out of here alive, and I intend to do just that. Just drop it."

The conversation was apparently over as both women got up off the bed and remained silent. Still, Harry waited a few minutes before starting to moan. The moaning led to him opening his eyes and closing them rapidly, attempting to get them used to the light.

As he started moaning, both Narcissa and Bellatrix had stopped whatever it was they were doing and came to check on him. Narcissa began running her wand up and down the length of his body muttering incantations all the while. Bellatrix simply had her wand aimed at him.

"How do you feel Potter?" Narcissa asked, the sweetness to her voice gone; replaced by drawl that Harry came to know her by.

"Sore," Harry said, his jaw cracking. "Very sore." he corrected himself.

"That's to be expected with the changes you went through." Narcissa said as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Yeah, well—" but couldn't finish as his voice cut out in a groan of pain. He had attempted to sit up, but his muscles screamed of fire. He closed his eyes and began breathing methodically hoping to stop the pain.

"What was that?" Narcissa asked snidely, an annoying smirk on her face.

"Shut up and help me up, Cissy." said Harry, hoping his use of her nickname would annoy her. It was only then that he realized what he did. It was obvious from the look of their faces that they knew what it meant too.

Both women had taken several steps backwards, and both now had their wands aimed at Harry. Bellatrix's was steady as ever, but Narcissa's was shaking; whether in fear or anger, Harry couldn't tell.

"How much did you hear?" Bellatrix inquired calmly and coolly.

The first thing that came to Harry's mind was deny, deny, deny. Just plain deny that he had heard anything. But, the more logical part of his brain took over before anything could come out of his mouth. "Enough." was all he said, as he began going over ways to turn this possibly explosive situation into his favor.

That was obviously not the words the Bellatrix wanted to hear, "Avada—"

"I wouldn't be doing that if I were you, Bella." Harry said casually as though Bellatrix were sneaking out past curfew instead of trying to kill him. Suppressing the groans that wanted to escape his mouth Harry sat up on his own, resting his back against the headboard.

"And why not? Two simple words and our problem goes away." said Bellatrix. "Avada—"

"Two simple words and your problems are only beginning. The Dark Lord will know immediately that it was you who killed me, then who knows...you may get to live long enough to know extreme pain." Staring into Bellatrix's eyes, Harry got the distinct impression that she could care less whether she lived or died. Pain was nothing to her. Deciding to press further Harry continued, "Then of course, he'll want to know why you killed me. And since of course, both you and I will already be dead, he'll have to turn to the only other person who was in the room at the time. Your dear sister, Narcissa. She won't be lucky enough to receive the gift of death like you or I. And trust me death will be a gift with what she will be destined to go through. You and I both know first hand how much pain the human mind can endure." With those words both Bellatrix's face and wand fell. Harry's assumption that she would do anything for her sister paid off.

"What do you want?" she asked defeated.

"First thing is that you, Bella, are going to teach me how to duel properly. While I hate to admit your skill exceeds my own. The Dark Lord promised me his personal tutelage, but he continues to avoid it. In the meantime you will do perfectly. You are obviously the most skilled of all the Death Eaters."

"Is that all?" Bellatrix asked. While it was clear that she found the idea of teaching a sixteen year old—or maybe it was just Harry—how to duel irritating, she truly felt that she was getting off easily. "Then you'll leave us both be."

"Don't be silly. I'm going to milk this for all its worth." laughed Harry.

"Fine. I'll teach you to duel and whatever else you want, but you have to promise to leave my sister out of it." Narcissa looked as though she were about to argue with her sister, but Bella held up a hand to forestall her. "Those are the terms take them or leave them."

"Bella, I admire your courage, your loyalty to you sister. The way you say that as though you were in a position to negotiate. As though you were the one in charge and not me. No, I will not be leaving you sister out of it. I've got plans for her too." Harry said smoothly. "I will, however, allow for this one promise. Anything that I have her do will not bring her any harm. Those are my terms, and you will agree to them, or you will both die."

Narcissa looked extremely pissed, being spoken of as though she were a child incapable of protecting herself and was about voice her protests in a none-to-friendly way when she was cut off by her sister. "Fine. We agree."

"Good, now you're both dismissed. Bellatrix, our lessons will begin tomorrow, directly after breakfast so be here by Nine A.M." When he was finished, Harry stood up, with a phenomenal effort, took two steps and decided to add as an afterthought, "I may not be up to it tomorrow, but come anyway and we'll play it by ear."

It wasn't until Harry was in the bathroom and filling up the bath, that he realized that he was completely naked. Oh well. he thought to himself, at least they got an eyeful. When the bathtub was full and Harry was about to step into it, he got his first look at himself since before the ritual in the water's reflective surface. What he saw, he definitely did not like.

Rushing over to the full-length mirror in his bedroom, Harry confirmed what he saw and to his dismay saw even more that he did not like. Looking at himself up and down as carefully as he could he noticed several changes to his appearance some he didn't mind, and others that he certainly did mind and would have to see about changing them as soon as possible.

One change, one that he actually liked, was the fact that he was now several inches taller. Originally he had be a respectable five foot, ten inches tall. Now, if his estimation was correct he had grown four inches taller which would put him at six foot two. The good thing about this was that his muscles had filled out also so he would be all stringy and lanky like Ron. He was completely muscle bound, but they had definitely grown. Where his muscles weren't defined before, there was now definition.

His admiration of himself was cut short as his attention was brought back to his unwanted and disturbing characteristics. Something definitely went wrong with the ritual. Harry thought to himself as he rubbed his eyes, praying that what he saw was just his imagination or just an illusion brought on by some gunk in his eyes. That's when he noticed something else, he didn't have his glasses on and yet he could see more clearly than he ever could with his glasses on.

Reaching up to his head, his last hope that this was all his imagination was thrown out the window. He yanked on them as hard as he could, but all it brought about was a sharp pain. Growing out of the top of his head was what he only assumed were cat ears. Furry, black, cat ears. If they were real, then that could only mean that his tail bone had elongated, grown fur and become an actual tail.

Harry had finally become the freak that the Dursely's had always called him.

A/N: Well Here is the update, part of Chapter 6. Yes it is only part of chapter six, in fact only about half of what I had planned. I just felt that you all deserved at least some of the chapter and to let you know that I haven't died nor have I given up on this story. I've gone through and reworked the outline of where I was going with this fic. Originally, it was just going to be one long fic through Harry's training and then to Voldemort's and/or Harry's defeat. Also it is unfortunate, but Real Life has been interfering and has been a real bitch. I won't bore you with the details, but let's just say that it involves work, fighting with loan companies, fighting with my school, going to see disappointing movies, very little parties, and no where near enough drinking. I'm going to try and get the rest of the chapter out as soon as I can. Hopefully before August 30th comes around because that is the first day of my senior year in college. Well I hope you like what I've given you and I truly will try to get the rest of the chapter out soon. I also hope to update the next chapter of my story entitled simply 'Harry Potter' soon after I get the rest of this chapter out.