Death Is Becoming Chapter 4, a harry potter fanfic

Harry woke to the sound of someone singing in his head. It took him a minute to get his bearings, but once he realized where he was he groaned, "Fuck! Still stuck in this crap hole."

There were some differences from the last time he was awake. For one there was a curtain in the corner around a toilet and sink, so he could go to the bathroom. Secondly there was a long table along one wall with all sorts of different foods. Harry was immediately suspicious. He got off the floor, and took a look upwards. The aurors were all looking at him curiously to see what he would do. Harry stuck his tongue out at them, and gave them the finger, causing them to sneer at him.

'Tom, no offense or anything, but I really don't like Talking Heads.'

'Nice to hear you too sleeping corpse. I happen to like the psycho killer song – it seems fitting.'

'What's with the food?' Harry made his way to the table, and noticed that the aurors seemed to become more interested in what Harry was doing.

'It's another test. They want to see what you'll eat,' Harry could sense Tom's smirk, 'I think it's another opportunity for target practice. Can't do too much else from that cell of yours.'

'You just think it's funny to be able to say that the Boy-Who-Lived spits,' Harry retorted.

'So you're saying you swallow?'

'I'm saying that you'll have to figure it out for yourself, but for today,' he popped a strawberry in his mouth, and looked up to the auror with a notepad, 'I spit,' and he did. The strawberry flew straight through the barrier, and splatted against the auror's forehead. Harry laughed insanely, and plopped down in a chair in front of the food table, and noticed a bowl of peas, he grinned.

'Nice shot. Can you do rapid fire?' Tom was grinning manically in his head, and Harry decided to give it a try. He had seen people juggle M&M's in their mouths, so it seemed plausible. Harry had amused himself several times during the school years when he was bored by spitting watermelon seeds across the lake, and had become very proficient at it. Unsurprisingly, he found that he had quite a bit of skill with peas as well. The aurors all ended up having to step back to avoid getting hit.

Harry decided to go one step further in his barrier piercing experiments. He grabbed a lemon, and stuck an olive to it with a toothpick so that it looked like an eye, and tossed it up. He nearly fainted with the effort it took to keep it up through the barrier, but he managed to make it rotate slowly, so as to appear as if it was looking at everyone.

Tom was laughing once more at Harry's antics as Harry made the eye fly about the room insanely. For several minutes Harry managed to keep it up, but eventually could barely hold it up. He felt Dumbledore enter the room, and sent the lemon-eye strait at him. It hit the old man in the forehead, and the toothpick stuck into him. Harry gave a whoop, and collapsed on the floor in a fit of giggles. He and Tom were both so amused that they forgot to question how Harry knew where Dumbledore was.

Albus Dumbledore was usually a very dignified man, but being hit by a lemon, and getting a toothpick stuck into his forehead did not count as being anything of the sort. Aside from that, the occurrence was also upsetting because it meant that Harry was getting more control over his magic. Dumbledore was very glad that he'd had magic blocking cuffs commissioned. They were scheduled to be there right before school started, which went along perfectly with his plans.

He noticed that all of the aurors were standing back further from the barrier floor than they were supposed to, and looked questioningly at the leader.

The man shrugged, "he's not as accurate when he can't see us."

Blood dripped down Dumbledore's forehead as he looked down at Harry's weapon of choice. The boy was creative if nothing else. He tossed the lemon over his shoulder, and headed to the side of the barrier, where he was immediately pelted by peas. Though a terrible person, he was intelligent, and managed to cast a protection charm around himself. He could see Harry glaring up at him. He watched as the boy reached backwards for a banana. Harry smirked as he began to mush up the fruit with out opening it up. When the banana became floppy once more, Harry tossed it straight at Dumbledore with the remaining bit of strength that he had, and pushed it passed Dumbledore's shield where it splattered against his already bloody face.

Tom was cheering in his head as Harry fainted. The small act of rebellion would affect Dumbledore more than anything. The old man was lucky that Harry had used so much strength or a banana and a toothpick to his face would be the least of his worries. However, at the moment the dark lord had other things to attend to. Namely, the potions master before him.

"My Lord," Severus bowed, "Lucius told me you needed me."

"Indeed Severus. I wish to know of Harry Potter," he had to make sure that Severus was still loyal before he could trust him.

"Dumbledore has him. He tricked the boy, and has brought him to Hogwarts where he is keeping him in a cell. I'm told the boy has a passion for spitting," a look of distaste crossed the potion's master's face, and Voldemort snickered.

"Indeed?" Severus was a tricky one. He gave just the right amount to satisfy and distract, "I'm afraid you cannot be so slippery today. Why was he taken captive? And what are they testing him for?"

Severus' face was impassive, but his eyes were conflicted, "he died, but is still alive, and they want to see what kind of creature he is."

Tom smiled, "good. I was worried you really had become Dumbledore's spy my potions master."

"Never My Lord," Severus replied vehemently.

"Sev, its Tom to you," Severus had a similar reaction to Lucius, "The insanity has been fading since I came back"

Severus had never really been loyal to anyone but himself after Tom had become infected by the dark magic. He, Tom, and Lucius had always been the best of friends, and they made an amazing team together. If Tom was as back as he said he was, the light had no chance of survival. Severus gave the first real smile he had in sixteen years, "we all missed you Tom."

"It's nice to be back. Let me tell you what I know."

An hour later Severus had developed a new respect for Harry Potter. he hoped that he would get the chance to witness one of his…well Severus really didn't know what to call them but they promised to be amusing. He and Tom spent the better part of two hours designing a potion to give him back the appearance he had when he was around twenty. They surmised that it would also help to remove some of the dark magic poison that had cumulated in his soul.

Severus left to go find Lucius. They had a lot to discuss.

It was a full twenty four hours before Harry woke again. The Aurors still wouldn't come close to the edge of the crypt, so Harry decided to go about creating yet another toy. He grabbed several straws and lemons and went to work creating a giant ball. He used a pattern that would create a ball with twenty faces – it was called an icosahedron in mathematical terms. He put olives on each one of the lemons again, but put multiple toothpicks in each lemon.

He decided to wake Tom up, as he would want to witness what he was about to attempt. He decided that twisted sister would do the trick, and began to scream it in his head. It wasn't long before he received a, 'shut the bloody fuck up Potter!' in reply.

Harry grinned, 'good morning Tom! I've made a giant lemon ball of doom.'

'What?'

'A giant lemon ball of doom. I'm going to try to send you a picture with the mind link.'

Tom was still in bed when he got the picture of Harry's creation. He couldn't help but be very amused, 'and you are going to chase them around the room with this?'

He felt a wave of pride, 'yep. It's going to be excellent!'

'I'll send Severus. He wanted to witness one of your episodes' Tom knew that what they were doing was childish, but like all pranks, it was fun. Not to mention that it would annoy Dumbledore to no end. Tom watched as Harry made several more food creations.

Harry took several apples and attached raisins for eyes and straws for limbs. He then took the fruit bowl, and poured the cup of blood into it along with water. The pineapple was left whole, but the potatoes all became little men like the apples. Harry set all of the men up in rows along the floor and prepared for battle.

While Tom was watching all of this he also sent a message to his potions master telling him that Harry was going to attack aurors with fruits and vegetables, and warning that the finale would include a giant lemon ball of doom. It sounded so absurd to write down that he debated sending it, but in the end, could not resist, and his fastest owl took off with it.

Around an hour after Harry had prepared his army, he decided to march. He was certain that Snape would have gotten the message by then, and would be ready to come when the aurors went for Dumbledore. The potatoes were the first wave. Harry marched them up the walls while chanting steps. The aurors were all very disturbed when the first potatoes came over the edge, but when they kept coming, they started to become alarmed. Harry had the potatoes get into formation before letting them loose, and sending them all around the room in a random fashion.

Aurors started throwing curses at the vegetables, but as they were not alive in the first place, it didn't really do anything. One of them even tried Avada Kedavra – though to no avail.

'You do realize how humiliating it is for them to be attacked by an army of walking potatoes right?' Tom questioned as Harry heard the sound of a potato man stabbing someone in the foot with his toothpicks.

Harry giggled in an undignified manor, 'I don't think I'd do it if it wasn't so bad for them. The potatoes are in trouble. I have to send in the apples.'

'You do that.'

Dumbledore and Snape entered in time to see the apples march over the edge of the barrier. The aurors who weren't busy killing the potato militia groaned and went to work trying to get the apples the pineapple went up next on the arms of four .apple men. They set it down as soon as they got up, and charged at the nearest auror. Meanwhile, Harry levitated the pineapple, and sent it flying in circles about the room.

Snape nearly lost all composure when the pineapple came up. The whole thing was just too funny. Harry probably could have broken down the barrier if he tried, but instead chose to send up potatoes with straw arms and toothpicks to attack the aurors. The insult was not lost on him. He couldn't wait to see the 'lemon ball of doom' as Tom had called it. It promised to be most interesting.

Several of the apple men had gathered by his feet, so he cast a reducto at them before ducking under the oncoming pineapple. A watermelon had joined the fray as well, and was rolling along under the pineapple to trip those who would have tried to duck. He cast a reducto at one of the apples, and it exploded.

A cry of, "My General! Noooo!" was heard coming from the cell, and Snape couldn't help but laugh. Dumbledore stared at him, and he shrugged.

"Just because I choose not to laugh does not mean that I do not know how."

Dumbledore was furious. Harry Potter was at it again. There were potatoes and apples running about the floor, and a pineapple and a watermelon were pretending to be bludgers. It was absurd. He quickly fired off several reductos, and went to town working on the little army running around the floor. He didn't notice that Harry had floated the bowl of bloody water above him until it had been dumped.

Dumbledore stood their, drenched in blood, and for a few moments all movement stopped. Snape snorted, nut went back to work eradicating the potato militia. The rest of the people were too scared of what would happen if they pissed Dumbledore off to do anything and just went back to work. Albus himself was fuming. This would make the second day in a row that Harry had humiliated him, and it just wouldn't do. He would get that boy back into a pawn mold, and teach him how to behave towards those who are better than him. The first step would be to figure out what he was,

Unfortunately, Harry wasn't showing the normal signs of being a vampire or a zombie, nor any other magical creatures. It was most puzzling. His magical poweress was far above normal, and yet he was still going strong after not eating for nearly two weeks. Dumbledore resolved to take him for more testing when he passed out again.

The bowl flew off back down into the cell to where Harry was, and Dumbledore knew that something else was going to happen.

There had been two large bowls on the table, that when stacked together made a globe. Harry placed the lemon ball of doom inside them and set it in the center of the room. As he levitated it slowly through the barrier he started to sing the theme to star wars that was played in the movies when the death star was shown. All of the potatoes turned towards the ball, and saluted it as best they could. The aurors became concerned at that point.

The ball slowly rotated for a few minutes before Harry opened it up. One auror cursed when he saw what was inside. Dumbledore's fury reached new levels. Tom was nearly bouncing with excitement. Snape really lost all of his composure, and Harry started to get tired.

The first spell flew at the lemon ball. But Harry used the bowls to make it ricochet, and hit one of the other aurors. He closed the two bowls almost all the way, and had the extra toothpicks fly out through the small slit that was left. More curses could be heard as the aurors were hit by the toothpicks. Harry grabbed one of the spare lemon eyes and tossed it up so that it could circle the lemon ball of doom. That particular lemon looked more like a porcupine than anything else, and it was specially made for Dumbledore.

Within five minutes Dumbledore had numerous toothpicks sticking out of his body. Harry was exhausted, and decided that one last round ought to do the trick, so he pulled the bowls completely from the lemon, and fired off the last of the toothpicks. The majority hit their targets, much to Harry and Tom's amusement. Harry gathered the remaining potato and apple warriors into a formation, and used the bowls to shield them as they retreated, while the lemon ball of doom sunk back down slowly. A single pair of hands clapped from above.

Apparently, Dumbledore was extremely ticked off as he approached the edge of the cell because his normally calm face was turning red, "Harry Potter! You will stop this insanity from now on!"

"Oh, is pruney old Dumbledore scared of lemons and potatoes? Chances are looking better for Voldemort then," Harry grinned.

Dumbledore became flustered, "I will be back."

"How very terminator of you," Harry responded flippantly, as he sat down in his corner again. The old man glared, and made a speedy exit with his potions master in tow.

As soon as he left Harry sighed and relaxed, 'that was fun.'

'I enjoyed it'

Harry rolled his eyes. Tom had been cheering and laughing the whole time, 'I'm sure. Have you figured out what I am yet?'

'I have my suspicions, but I'm not certain. I don't want to tell you until I'm certain, but I'm positive that you have a combination of creatures in you,' Harry gave a mental nod to show that he understood. It would be better to be sure of what he was rather than to construct beliefs, and have them torn down.

He did have one other question, 'Tom, why aren't you crazy anymore? You said it's been happening since you got back, but why did it start in the first place.'

There was a long pause before Tom spoke again, 'I think it was your blood Harry. I used your blood to bring me back – I can't think of anything else it could be.'

'My blood?' Tom sent him a mental nod. It made sense, Harry supposed. He had magical creature blood, but no one knew what it was. I could have all sorts of odd effects. It would also explain why he wasn't affected by the part of Tom's soul still left in him.

'Harry? You there?'

'Yeah – it's just a lot,' he could tell Tom understood. A wave of exhaustion washed over him, 'Tom, I'm going to sleep. Good night.'

'Good night Harry.'

Harry had so exhausted himself pulling those stunts on Dumbledore that he didn't wake until the first day of his fourth week in captivity – he suspected that his sleep had been helped along by something because he honestly hadn't felt like he had used up that much of his energy. He wasn't really inspired to do anything, and instead ended up just lying there on the floor. He wondered what kinds of awful tests Dumbledore had come up with. He was fairly certain that they wouldn't be able to hurt hi because he was the Boy-Who-Lived, and had to be kept alive to be a pawn. He hopped that Tom had figured out what he was, because it was starting to grate on his nerves.

While Harry was knocked out, Tom had gone to work with Lucius. They followed back Harry's mother's line to see if she had any creature blood, but found that besides being part of a pureblood squib line, she was nothing special. The Potter line also had traces of various creatures, including a variation of zombie, demon, and veela, in addition to the light vampire and tenshi blood.

Creature blood happened to be the one exception to common pureblood ideals. Most lined had breed with at least one creature through the years, but did not count it as a kink in the chain of pure bloods. Lucius surmised that the tenshi blood had reacted with the vampire blood to create whatever Harry was. He guessed that the two blood types probably fused when Tom hit him with the killing curse, and activated when Harry died.

It would explain why he had characteristics of both creatures. The lack of pulse and breath was due to the vampire blood, while the control over magic came from the tenshi blood. They weren't sure what he would eat as tenshi's were vegetarians for the most part, and vampires ate only blood. The two were contradictory, so Tom believed that they would cancel out, and Harry would have free range of foods, though he would not feel compelled to eat them often.

While they were working, Severus had come in, and tried to relay the story of what Harry had done to Lucius, but couldn't make it all the way through without laughing. Tom was glad they had their trio again. He was going to try his hardest to ensure that it never got broken up again. Severus did bring bad news with him. Apparently, Dumbledore was planning to question Harry when he woke up, and then keep him unconscious until the start of school when he would attach wrist cuffs to control Harry's magic, and alleviate the boy so as to have another chance to regain his trust.

The thought made Tom boil with rage, and so he and Lucius had gone to work.

'Harry?'

Harry was still lying on the floor when Tom called him, 'what's up Tom?'

'You need to listen to me. We have very little time,' Tom replied urgently.

Harry sat up immediately, 'what is it?'

It was the day before school was set to begin and Harry was finally allowed to wake up. When he looked up, all of the aurors were all standing around the edge of the barrier. He sneered at them all, and got into a cross legged position on a chair to wait. It wasn't long before Dumbledore arrived. Apparently the old coot had strengthened the barrier while he was asleep, as he was having a hard time breeching it for any long period of time. Harry gave the man before him a death glare royal of a Malfoy, and closed his eyes.

"Harry," Dumbledore began, "I assume you realize what is going to happen now?" Harry glared, and gave a nod.

"You're going to obliviate me, so that I don't turn against you, and you're going to put things on me to restrain my magic, so you don't have to be afraid of me any more," he spat out. He worked as fast as he could to weaken the wrist cuffs. They were strong, but he kept focused, and they began to ware down. He knew that he would have to keep Dumbledore talking.

"Of course not my boy! It's for your own good really," his eyes weren't twinkling despite the happy expression on his face. Harry got another spell off the bands.

"Just like locking me up like an animal is good for me?" he raised his eyebrow. Apparently that was too much for Dumbledore as the old man immediately ordered the aurors to bind Harry. He lasted a good five minutes that time before he was bound. Dumbledore lifted him up, and snapped on the cuffs, but not before Harry got two more spells off. He was sure the remaining ones could be broken easily as they were just to restrict how far away his magic could go, to ensure that he couldn't use magic through someone else, and to make the cuffs irremovable.

Dumbledore had his wand out as he stepped close to Harry. He whispered in the younger man's ear, "Everything I do has a purpose. It just happens that you serve mine. OBLIVIATE!"