Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters end of story. Moving on...
THIS IS IMPORTANT: The Prophesy says that old Voldie gets to mark the person whom he wishes to fight, in this fic that's not true. Harry is the person no matter what ol' red-eyes did/does/wil do. Thanx.
Summary: Things have suddenly gone from bad to worse. And Harry, as usual, is stuck in the middle of it. Normally when he wakes up, it's to a pretty bare room at the Dursley's. Not where he is now. TRAVEL with Harry through a world filled with fear and darkness, not to mention an author out to kill him. As many times as she possible can.
Chapter Two – Two Guesses
Surprised faces looked at him, each one the exact mirror of the one next to it; jaws hanging slightly open, eyes widened so much that they were mainly white, hands each fingering wands as if they didn't even realise they were doing it, skin tone paler than usual and a few of them even had tears in their eyes (Lily mainly, but a few of the guys were a bit misty eyed as well). Harry turned to him two ginning siblings.
"Is that normal?" Gypsy giggled at the question and shook her head, covering her mouth with her hand as she did so.
"Did I ever tell you I was a seer?" Cody turned to his brother, curiosity quickly coming to the surface.
"No, but are you? It must be a pretty amazing talent" he grinned, thinking that his brother had all but confirmed his new 'power', next to him, Harry was again eyeing the parents.
"That's because I'm not one" Cody sighed here and gave Harry an exasperated look "But I don't need to be to know the next thing they're going to do is curse me to the seventh hell and back!" Gypsy, who had heard this last comment, grinned again and nodded.
"Any idea of what you're going to do when the shock wears off?"
"It sure is taking a while, I'd say you don't have much time left" Both Cody and Gypsy had mischievous grins on their faces as they questioned Harry. Harry shot a quick look to the adults; they were coming round.
"I was thinking if I can't see them they can't see me... shit!" and he dove under the covers of the bedspread while Cody and Gypsy burst into laughter at his (totally demented) reasoning.
"He's even worse than you Gypsy!" Gypsy immediately looked offended.
"You don't mean that Cody" her brother (the youngest one) turned to her slowly and looked at her, and for a second it seemed he wouldn't say anything, before the glint in his sisters eyes elicited an answer.
"You're right. I don't mean that bu – " he was cut off as a distraught Lily Potter rushed over to him and literally dragging him away from Harry's bed. Harry, who was lying very still under the covers, whimpered as their talking was cut off, correctly guessing what was happening. They both giggled at his expense. James was walking around the bed and looking at it as if it contained his worst nightmare, and for now we'll just pretend that it didn't.
"Get the kids over here Lils, we'll make sure nothing happens to them" Lily nodded her thanks and quickly brought out her wand, pointing it at the lump in the bed, before looking quickly over to James.
The lump quivered.
Gypsy and Cody tried to stifle their giggles.
Sirius and Remus looked at them suspiciously.
James and Lily moved closer to the bed.
Gypsy and Cody finally started laughing.
Sirius and Remus looked at each other suspiciously.
The lump quivered.
Gypsy and Cody literally fell to the floor in laughter.
Sirius and Remus both decided to ignore them and turned their eyes towards James and Lily.
The twins broke free of their grasp as soon as the two adults decided that they of them must have been hit with a cheering charm, just as James and Lily shot highly dangerous, bot not quite illegal, curses at Harry. The twins, Remus and Sirius hot on their tails, managed to only just knock the spells of course so they ended up slaming into the bed Harry was on.
Harry, for his part jumped up from the smouldering ruin that had once been a bed and swore like a trouper.
Everyone looked at him mildly impressed.
And this is the end of the silent movie.
"WHAT IN MERLINS NAME IS GOING ON IN HERE?!!"
It was two hours and seventy six minutes later (Which I suppose could be interpreted as three hours and sixteen minutes) that found Harry gagged and bound sitting in a plush chair in front of the Headmaster of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry blinking in surprise.
"How did that happen?" If Cody and Gypsy had been there they likely would have been laughing their heads off.
There was no answer to his question and he sighed, his eyes roaming around the office randomly, waiting for the Headmaster, his 'parent's' or either Remus or Sirius to ask/shout/scream something. He tried to yawn, but the gag in his mouth, only made him want to gag (A/N: OMG! Really?).
"Well this is fun. But I'm a bit tired, I think I'd rather leave the party early tonight" he managed to prop his feet up on Albus's desk before the unbalanceness(that word doesn't, strictly speaking, exist) of the action had him toppling backwards. He lay on the floor looking at the ceiling for a while.
"Bugger. That didn't work did it?" no one made amove before the Headmaster finally rose his wand and pointed it at Harry, setting him upright again. Harry sent a cheeky grin over to the Gryffindor and looked around again.
"This gag isn't working you know. I can still speak. I thought the idea of stuffing something in someone's mouth was one supposed to shut them up. Therefore, the gag you have placed in my mouth is not working" he tried to grin, but the gag at least constricted that attempt at sweet and innocent.
"So could you take it off?" he didn't expect them to, and was not at all surprised when they all shook their heads no at the same time.
"Typical. Sooo... Why am I being tied up to a chair in Dumbledore's office? Shouldn't I be free and playing with butterfly's somewhere in Brazil? Does anyone here know where Brazil is? Because I don't and it's been annoying me for a while now, it's just something I can't stop thinking about. Where the fuck is Brazil?" Sirius, for his part, was finding it hard to remember that the man/boy/girl(?) In front of him was a deatheater.
"It's in Africa" The impostor turned to him with a big smile and nodded his thanks, almost overbalancing again.
"I'll have to remember that. Thanks for the tip. So Sirius Black, anything interesting been happening in your life? Any girlfriends, boyfriends, married? Having an affair with your secretary? Do you have any pets? I bet you have a dog. You soo have a dog. What breed is it? I myself have always liked big dogs; small ones have the short end of the stick. Think about it. They're small, for one, so therefore are bullied. They have small brains, and that's bad in anyone. They have small lives, and that could be considered bad for them but good for you if you were the vicious sort of person I bet you aren't. But – " Dumbledore cut the rambling teen off.
"He has a German Shepard by the name of Dingo" Harry nodded.
"I knew it" but then suddenly, a thought occurred to him and he sat up straighter, managing somehow not to overbalance. He turned his head towards the headmaster, green eyes wide with emotion.
"Is Pettigrew here? Tell me he's here and I'll rip every limb from his body, slowly and painfully, then I'll cast the crucius on him so he just doesn't loose his sanity. Then I'll find a nice pair of butchering knives and I'll carve nice patterns into him. After I've done that I think I'll get a nice muggle flamethrower and – " Dumbledore coughed and Harry stopped sheepishly.
"Haha. Just kidding. I'm not an evil deatheater if that's what you think I am. I just really, really, REALLY hate Peter. Haha" the adults were looking at him with varying degrees of fear/hate/confusion/pity. He groaned as he saw the different looks.
"Now look here. I seriously dislike him. It's not like I'd actually do anything like that to him" he very obviously crossed his fingers in front of them "but he did something I'm not to happy about, in fact, a few things I'm not happy about. But we can cover that later. Is he here?" he smiled at them charmingly, crossed fingers still in clear view. It was Dumbledore who answered.
"Peter Pettigrew died almost fifteen years ago tracking down the traitor who betrayed the Longbottoms" Harry frowned, thinking, before suddenly the words sunk in.
"He did fucking WHAT?" Dumbledore nodded sadly, ignoring Harry's language.
"Yes, the biggest part we ever found of him was his finger. He was awarded the Order of Merlin, First Class. A very kind man who lost his life fighting evil" once Harry heard the end of this he started spluttering so much he fell over again he was coughing so hard.
"The slimy little rat! He's here isn't he? Bastard. I swear I'm going to kill him! I am! I a – wait a second. Did you say... the Longbottoms?" Dumbledore nodded, watching the strange boy who seemed to be thinking.
"Oh god this is messed up. Who was it that Pettigrew caught?"
"Why it was Nymphadora Tonks of course" At this Harry let out a sharp gasp of breathe, muttering things under his breathe "What was that child?" Harry rose his voice accordingly.
"This is so messed up. So, so, sooo messed up! Oh god! Why am I here? Why did it have to be here? Couldn't you have shoved me into a dimension that had some semblance of my own one? Please? Can I just swap now and forget the rest of this shit? I don't even know if the people who are innocent in my own universe are innocent here. Damit!" unfortunately he was talking in Hebrew, so none of them understood a word he was saying. Suddenly his head snapped up as he had a sudden thought.
"What did Peter say before Tonks... killed him?" Dumbledore answered accordingly.
"I believe his exact words were; 'Nymphadora, Alice and Frank, how could you?'" Harry nodded, muttering obscenities under his breathe.
"And none of you see anything wrong with that sentence?" they all looked at him in confusion "I'll take that as a 'no' then" he turned and seemed to be considering the floor again.
"Oh bugger this is screwed" Dumbledore could only nod his agreement, much to the surprise of the rest of the adults sitting in the room.
"Now, could we ask you a few questions, seeing as how you have questioned us and we have answered" Harry seemed to consider, but then nodded.
"Only so long as you agree I'll only answer as many as you answered me" Again Albus nodded his agreement to the plan.
"So we shall ask you eight questions, all of which you shall answer truthfully, under a strong truth potion. And then we shall decide what to do from there" Harry was looking at the Headmaster with a grin.
"I didn't say anything about the V stuff" Albus returned the smile with one of his own.
"Ahh, but I did" Harry seemed to consider arguing, but thought better of it and finally nodded, turning his eyes towards the bowl of candy that was on the Headmaster's desk.
"How many?" He was inspecting the different sweets so he didn't see the confused looks on the other adult's faces nor the slight flash of surprise and then amusement that flew across Dumbledore's face.
"Four Strawberry drops if you will" Harry grabbed out and took five with a grin, his restrainers having been taken off. He noticed Sirius raising an eyebrow.
"What? They taste nice! Even though they are laced with the V stuff, doesn't make 'em any less nice!" he turned to Dumbledore "eight questions. That is all. Anymore and you are in trouble" the old man nodded and watched as the green eyed boy popped four of the five into his mouth and chewed them before swallowing and then quickly shoving the fifth in and sucking on it.
"Do you agree with, or support Voldemort in any way?" The answer was slow in coming.
"Yes. I do" before he could get any further he was leapt at by an angry red-head with burning green eyes. Dumbledore simply rose his wand and Lily was suspended in mid-air trying to claw her way over to Harry. The raven haired child continued.
"I agree with him on the fact that it is your fault, professor that he is the way he is now. I agree with him that you can make mistakes and have made many. I believe that it was a mistake of Dippet to send him to the muggle orphanage and that he should have been informed of his heritage before he discovered it, on his own, by himself, alone. I agree with him that at least some muggles should be thrown into hell. I agree with him that you are an old manipulative man. I agree with him that you do not have the power to banish him completely, and I agree with him in fearing me. If I were him I'd be scared shitless.
"I agree with him that I should not have been raised by muggles. I agree with him that my mother was a powerful witch and I agree with him that it is only because of me that the war so far has had the light side winning the battles. I agree with him that he should try to make me join him if he wants to win the war. I agree with that if I were him, and he called me Tommy-Boy-Baby every time he saw me (which is a lot) I would be seriously pissed off. I agree with him that the ministry should be torn into a pile of rubble. I agree with him that not all parslemouth's are dangerous. I agree with him that all spells, dark or not should be made legal in some situations. I agree with him in his hatred of Snivellus. And that's all I can think of right now, but come back later and I might just have some more things"
"Do you fight for either the light or the dark?" a dreamy smile came over the drugged questionee.
"Once I fought for the light side. But I didn't like the way they kept on manipulating me, so I stopped fighting for them. Well, I wasn't really fighting, just sympathising, so my sympathising left them. And I became my own person, I didn't fight for anyone, and wouldn't. Light or Dark" there was a slight pause "I fought for what was right. Not the light or the dark. I fought for justice. And I fought all potion masters of the world, including Snape, slimy bastard that he is. It is because of him that I'm here you know? Oh how I hate him. It was the boomslang skin that did it, I'm sure" he sighed, trailing off, having answered the question.
"Will you fight for us?"
"I don't know yet. You seem to be ok, but then again, so did everyone else I've given my alliance to. I'm going to wait and see how things go for a while, but the chances are; yes. I probably will if you don't screw up too much by stopping me doing things you may think are wrong but I now are right. But probably, yeah"
"What other things?"
"There are only two so far, but I'm sure there will be more. The first is to get Pettigrew, check if he really is dead, because last time I had an experience with the bastard was when he almost cut my arm off, and I owe him for that at least. But there are other things I need to... talk" the word was used delicately, and with something in the emotionless voice that made the other in the room sure they didn't want to know what that meant "with him about. Second, depends greatly on no. 1. If there are any surprised it may not come to past, but if it al goes as I think it will then my second port of call will be Azkaban to get Tonks out of there as soon as poss. I wouldn't be surprised if she's lost her mind"
Dumbledore had an unfathomable look on his old face as he considered the answer to his question before asking the next one.
"Why are you here?" compared to all of the other answers they had received this one was short and to the point.
"I am here to save to world and your sorry arses, not to mention my brother and sisters and everyone else in the masochistic reality" Dumbledore rose a silvery eyebrow.
"And who might your sister and brother be?"
"Why Cody and Gypsy of course, and Charlotte, but she isn't here yet" Dumbledore snuck a look at the dumbstruck Lily and James. James was looking confused, but Lily was cradling her belly as if it contained something precious. He blinked in surprise.
"What are you planning to do after you have settled your 'other things'?"
"I plan on going back to school of course, and becoming friends with my old friends, but apart from that I'm susceptible to persuasion" Dumbledore nodded, obviously pleased by the answer.
"Is your name really Harry James Potter?" There was a slight pause as the boy seemed to think for a second before finding the answer.
"No. My name is not Harry James Potter."
A/N: Bit of a cliffie? I hope so! I was gonna write more but this was so the perfect placet to stop and I just couldn't resist! So who is this mysterious person? Well, goes by the name... Harry?
Sorry, just a mini twist, nothing that'll change the world.
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