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Chapter 14: Don't you dare!
Harry walked into the room, the one with the one big chair and the clouds that moved along the walls. He was walking slowly; pondering the situation. "What precisely is going on?" Was his main concern. The whole room was in a semi-circle around Voldemort. Harry vaguely wondered if this was about him. He could only hope it wasn't.
His wish came true. Severus beckoned to him to stand beside him. Harry was immensely pleased to notice that they were close to a door. Severus seemed to notice that he was nervous and took the time to lean over and whisper, "It is only a meeting."
Harry nodded in understanding. He had seen several of these in Voldemort's head.
"Welcome!" Voldemort said. "Today we are gathered here to discuss this." He held up the book that Harry had translated just over a week ago.
Harry's face fell. That book was dangerous.
"The book of Grudge has been found and translated." Voldemort raised his hands as people started to get excited. "As we all know, this book contains the knowledge of how to find the arrows of Grudge. They are what will help us control the earth-bound demons and animals. We shall control the ultimate army of the power!"
At Voldemort's speech several cheers of "YEAH" went round the room. Looking around at the noise, Harry's mouth quirked at how easily some of these people were motivated.
Voldemort was just getting started on his speech concerning the possibilities of where the arrows were when Harry's back started to itch. His eyes wandered away from the 'Hitler Wanna'be and focused on the door.
He heard Hedwig scratching at the outside of the door, but there was something more than that… Reddic confirmed Harry's suspicions as he too, started to hiss at the door. Hedwig's scratching became louder and louder until one of the Death Eaters opened the door.
Hedwig flew straight to him, screeching.
"INTRUDERS!" echoed in his mind. Harry's body went rigid. He turned to Snape, his mouth open. Not sure how to explain it, he decided to just blurt out, "Intruders!" Before making a mad dash out the door since fighting would make more sense than trying to explain to the Death Eaters that they were under attack.
He raced through the halls, flung open the front door, and tracked Hedwig as she flew off toward the forest. He followed, dodging from bush to bush, making his way, away from the manor.
He peeked around a bush and was startled to see Lucius and Severus, who right behind him, also peeking out. "What the…" He tried to whisper but the older men brought their hands up to cover his mouth so he wouldn't say anything else.
Their eyes widened in shock to see the unusually large group of people who were searching around. As they listened, Mad-eye Moody could be heard, "The children said that they last saw Potter about right here."
Harry saw Lupin was with the group and was looking around. He heard him say, "Then we must continue forward. There must be some sort of fort or safe house around here somewhere close." Harry noticed that Lupin looked much older and full of sorrow. His hair was more grey than blond now and his eyes had lost that last bit of sparkle. Harry felt a pang of regret at the condition he was in.
"I'll distract them and you get some of the others to turn them around or something." Harry said, still watching Lupin. Severus and Lucius nodded then moved back to tell the others.
Harry breathed in deeply and felt his body move in magic; moving himself until he had replicated himself as a double, a triplet and then a fourth copy of himself. The four look-alikes moved in different directions with him, circling the group and surrounding them. As the other four Harrys stopped hidden behind bushes and trees, the original Harry jumped up in a tree and spoke to the group.
"And who, may I ask, are you?"
The group jumped, looked around and tried to find where the voice was coming from. Harry's other bodies started to move around in circles, interfering with the acoustics, and caused the group to swing around and around trying to pinpoint where the body was.
"Show yourself!" an auror screamed.
Harry let one of the doubles reveal himself. When the double stepped forward, Harry, himself, jumped down out of the tree and moved behind it. When he was hidden the rest of the doubles stepped out.
Everyone stepped back into a tighter circle as the doubles continued to move around them. He was hoping the other Death Eaters would get there soon, he could feel his magic draining. He felt a bit weak.
Lupin had looked at the doubles as the others readied their wands. He looked past the doubles toward the tree, the tree his werewolf senses was telling him someone was hiding behind, and as the doubles were paying attention to the group, Lupin walked over and swooped behind the tree that Harry was hiding behind.
Harry's eyes widened as he gazed up at Lupin holding a wand at his throat. Harry's breathing was shallow due to the extra stress of having the doubles walking around. He did not say anything as Lupin regarded him.
Harry and Lupin both jumped when they heard a battle cry ring out. The doubles disappeared when Harry's magic wavered and then someone from the group screamed in rage.
Harry looked back to see Mad-eye Moody limping toward them at a run. He did not fight when Lupin grabbed for his hand and they took off into the woods. Harry didn't question what was going through Lupin's head, or even if Lupin even knew who he was.
They soon caught up to Lucius but did not know it was him because of the Death Eater mask that he was wearing. "That way." He indicted with a tilt of his head. "We're all over there." Harry did not argue, he just followed the DE as the group behind them started to cast spells at them.
Harry winced when he felt a curse graze his shoulder, but managed to keep running.
"There!" The Death Eater said again.
Harry nodded and flung Lupin through the bushes. He smirked as he heard a definite 'umph' as someone caught him. Then he launched himself through the bushes, but not before getting hit by another curse. His eyes widened in shock as he watched the curse enter his body then disappear as if nothing had ever happened.
Just before he was grabbed and slung back into the midst of the Death Eaters, he looked up and saw that Lupin had been caught by Snape and was dangling there, passed out in his arms. Harry assumed Snape had removed his mask to check on him.
He turned around to see the group disapparte once they realized they were outnumbered and on unfamiliar terrain. He sneered, "Bastards! That damn curse hurt." He looked down at his shoulder, seeing where the curse had hit and cut his skin. He held the wound lightly, cradling it with one hand as he poked it with the other to see how deep it was.
"Is everyone all right?" A woman's voice called softly.
As "Yes" went through the Death Eater groups, Harry sidled up to Snape and Lupin. "We need to send him back now." He whispered. "Hurry."
Snape nodded just as Lupin opened his eyes. "ha …Harry?" He was quite dizzy and disoriented. He thought muzzily, 'must have been hit by a confundus' spell.
Harry stepped closer to him and smoothed back a bit of grey hair hanging in his face. "Where is your portkey, Remy?" He asked gently, trying to coax a response out of the mostly comatose werewolf.
The werewolf just grumbled and snuggled closer into Snape's robes with a smile plastered on his face.
Harry sighed and patted Lupin's neck for the familiar phoenix necklace. He found it and pulled it out of his robes, forced it into Lupin's hand and made him grasp it. He activated it by squeezing his hand around Lupin's and then jerked back as Lupin disappeared with a pop.
Harry looked up at the sky for a few seconds giving Snape time to compose himself. Then he jerked slightly and stared at Snape askance as the man said, "You mustn't tell any one who that was." His voice was stern and his black eyes were totally serious.
Harry nodded in understanding; the last thing that Lupin needed was Voldemort after his arse. The last thing he wanted was another one of his loved ones dead. Harry winced, thinking about what could happen to someone else whom he loved that might die.
Harry was snapped out of his reverie by a familiar hiss; Voldemort was practically gliding toward them. Once he was beside them, he put his hand on Harry's shoulder, which made Harry look even younger than his seventeen years; hell anyone standing beside Voldemort was going to look younger than they really were.
For the first time, by the waning light of the quarter moon, the Death Eaters got their first good look at their newest recruit. The wind played with Harry's hair, showing off his scar to the Death Eaters and he couldn't help but smirk at one particularly thick specimen as his mouth hung open after stuttering, "I..i.i.is tttthhat P..P..Potter?
Someone else screamed from the back of the crowd, but Voldemort distracted the riot by sweeping his arm around and commanding, "Back to the manor, my followers."
The Death Eaters didn't protest. They were too flabbergasted that the boy who was supposed to be dead was actually alive. Potter was walking, silent and calm, beside Voldemort with no intention of killing him. They all wondered why Voldemort hadn't told them that the Golden Boy, Savior of the light, the one who was supposed to be the one to kill him, was now talking lightly and cracking jokes with him.
The small group that had gone out to protect the manor returned quietly. Normally they would be rejoicing that they had thwarted the aurors and Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix, but the idea that a person whom they were supposed to be after was now there with them, well, it was going to take a bit of adjustment. Most of the Death Eaters were more than just slightly irked by their discovery.
They stepped back into the room which they only minutes before vacated and waited for Voldemort to take his seat and raise his hands to gather their attention. "We have had a tiring day, this meeting will resume tomorrow, but only the inner circle." He nodded to everyone then added, "You know who you are."
As everyone began to leave the room, Voldemort turned to Harry and said, "Your initiation will be in two days. I suggest you prepare your mindset." The older man smiled coldly at him as he took in the fact that several D.E.s had heard and were gasping in shock.
"You must be joking!" Rang a familiar voice just before Bellatrix stepped out of the crowd headed for the door and yanked her mask off. She stepped in front of Voldemort, fury radiating off her. "How could you let that piece of scum who has tried to kill you for the last six years," she screamed while pointing at Harry, "be part of this."
"It really is rude to point." Harry chastised in a low voice.
Bellatrix screamed, "YOU DARE TO SPEAK TO ME?"
Harry calmly observed the crazy woman. "And you dare to scream at me. Don't worry your betraying little head about it. I don't intend to take the mark." He said as all trace of humor left his face.
Voldemort's anger flared. "QUIET!" He screamed at both of them before verbally attacking Harry. "Even after I fed and housed you…" His voice trailed off as something prodded at his mind.
"I told you before, at our first meeting, that I will not be jerked around like all of your other lackeys. I am your ally, and that is all. You did not have to feed or house me. I am quite sure I could have managed out on my own. But, trust me when I say that you would not want someone as powerful as me out there alone. I know all your dirty little secrets. You wouldn't want someone as powerful as me out there without your supervision."
Voldemort continued to glare at Harry, waiting for him to finish. He almost felt an overwhelming need to kill to boy and be done with it, but something was holding him back…
"Ha! That idea is enough to make me laugh! Why don't you think about this: Who is supervising who here, my dear friend?"
Voldemort's face fell and he sat back down on his seat. He noticed that Harry hadn't even broken a sweat with the mind invasion. That kind of stunt normally drained a normal wizard for hours and forced them to sleep while they regenerated. He remembered how easy it had been to break into the younger man's mind a few years ago, but now, he knew without even attempting it, that it would be impossible to break into Harry's mind.
Bellatrix, not knowing what was going on in the first place, glared at the boy. "YOU ungrateful, undeserving…AVADA KEDAVARA." She shrieked at him.
Harry stepped to the side so that the curse would not hit the already open wound on his right shoulder. Life around him seemed to stop as the spell hit his left shoulder and worked its way through the muscle and out his back.
He gave it a second to regain his equilibrium then lifted his hands, causing Bellatrix to rise up in the air. A savage expression registered on his face as she slammed back into the stone wall and hung there, screaming.
Everyone in the room stared in awe at Harry as he closed his fingers and she began to choke. "Paragraph 24, page 72 in Mr. Lavite believed he could fly. Focusing ones will in an object helps practice to cause levitation on someone else; this will open up a way to properly prepare one's self for the possibility of flight." Harry said as he tightened his fingers again, making Bellatrix gag and claw at her throat from the lack of air. He released her just as her face was turning blue.
Bella fell to the floor choking and gasping. Finally she managed to hack out, "You should have died. And you should have killed me…"
"I don't want to soil my hands with rubbish." Harry stated before casually reaching inside the neck of his robes and rubbing idly at his shoulder.
Voldemort gave him a totally shocked look.
Harry deliberately misunderstood. "It itches, OK?" Then, mirth radiating from his eyes, he gave the old man a quick nod of the head and turned to make his way out of the room.
Everyone was quiet in his wake. They gave him a few seconds head start then Voldemort nodded to Snape and Lucius to follow him.
"What?" Harry snapped at them when they entered his room without knocking. He was digging around in his bag for a book and didn't particularly feel all that social.
"Don't you 'WHAT' us, you little brat!" Severus snarled.
"Oh, please! I'm so sorry. Please sit. Would you like a cup of doom, or shall I just angst you to death?" Harry sniped. He moved around so that he could see both men and sat on his desk to let Riddic slither up his arm.
Snape rolled his eyes. "Grow up, Potter!"
Harry couldn't help but wince at the use of his 'old' last name but he did not comment.
"Out of all the years that I tried to solve the mystery behind what Mr. Lavite was saying, it only took you a few days to break it." Lucius said smirking. "And, it was not only a brilliant explanation- the demonstration was awesome!"
"Someone should have done that to her years ago." Snape chided him as he sat down, crossed his legs, and got comfortable.
"You will get in trouble if you say such things." Harry said, not really caring for the whole scene, but Malfoy did not have the ability to not be touched by the AVADA KEDAVARA.
Malfoy snorted. "Are you sure that it would be me who will be in the hot spot, or you?" He sat down next to Snape. "Who would have thought that the kid was immune to it all along."
Snape watched Lucius cross his legs and get comfortable. "Don't be a fool, Malfoy. It was a recent development. Why do you think he is so confident now? He wasn't this brave a couple of weeks ago. Do you think he would have been scared of Voldemort that day when he had the book, or when he walked into the meeting without it?"
Malfoy nodded.
Snape nodded.
"Hello! I am right here, you know." Harry said.
"If you want to be right here, you must act like you are here." Snape sneered at him.
Harry's mouth snapped shut. He delivered an AK glare at the Potions Master then hissed, "Point taken." He closed his book and like the other two, he crossed his legs.
SSS
Draco was exhausted. He had woken up early again because of the strain of uncertainty caused by not hearing from Harry. He flung himself down in a chair and slammed his head back before letting a groan of frustration escape. Knowing that Harry was endangering himself with the AVADA KEDAVARA was wrecking havoc on his nerves.
He rubbed his eyes, trying to relieve some of the pressure as he fretted over the reason why he hadn't heard from his lover in over three days. Then instead of explaining things to him, Harry had sent him a letter last night telling him not to worry about everything.
He did not quite understand what it was Harry intended to do to Ron either. He had disguised Hedwig as usual when she delivered the letter last night but he had seen that she still had the one for Ron.
Harry's note to him had told him how to set the curse and what time to activate it. But then the rest of Harry's note hadn't made a great deal of sense. He had written something about Voldemort being angry with him and how he was acting like a spoiled brat. Draco still didn't trust Voldemort with him. Hell- he didn't trust Harry with Harry. Not the way he was going about with the unforgivable curses.
Draco reasoned that just because Harry assumed he had discovered a way to neutralize the AK, it didn't mean that he should do it in the first place. It was only too easy to miscalculate something. Draco tightened his hold on the peacock feather he was clutching in a death grip already.
Draco's nose twitched as he watched Hermione, who seemed completely at home there in Slytherin, stumble into the common room with Pansy. Both girls seemed to be almost skipping along as they made their way to where he was reclining.
He looked them both over before speaking. "You look a bit off, Hermione." He stated.
"Oh, just a little tired." She replied
He rolled his eyes and refrained from asking her precisely what it was that made her tired. He couldn't help the twinge of jealousy that made him sigh. To hide his lapse from the two of them, he stood up and started shaking out his robes while removing non-existent fuzzies.
"I'm off to breakfast. Are you coming?" He finally asked.
Hermione nodded and Pansy slid in between them. She directed her gaze at him, "Draco, are you sure you are OK? You look a bit wan."
"I'm fine." He snapped at her then gave her a sheepish smile.
Pansy, being Pansy, did not let up. "Draco, are you sure you are not coming down with something? Your color really is off. You are much paler than normal."
Draco shrugged nonchalantly.
Hermione grinned as she noticed the twinkle in his eyes. "Are you feeling love-sick?"
"You never miss anything, do you?" Draco sneered at her.
Hermione nodded her head before saying, "I do sometimes."
He immediately felt bad about hurting her feelings. "I just have something up my sleeve that's all."
The two girls exchanged a quick glance but didn't say anything else until they murmured a thank you to Draco for opening the door to the Great Hall for them. They went back to giggling and murmuring in low tones to each other as they made their way to the Slytherin table.
As he waited for them to be seated he looked around the room and remembered that just last night he saw an interesting group pass by him. He recalled seeing Lupin, three aurors that he knew from the ministry, Mad-Eye Moody, and Dumbledore. They had been moving quickly and listening attentively to Dumbledore who was probably briefing them on something.
Draco reflected on what all he knew about it. The incident had occurred just before dinner time. He now speculated on whether they had been doing Order business. He wondered whether Uncle Sev knew; then decided that he probably did know since he had not been at the high table last night at dinner.
He looked up and noticed that Snape was not there again. Further observation left him uneasy as he realized that most of the teacher's seats were empty.
Frowning, he sat down and began whispering his observations to Pansy. He stopped speaking and watched as the owls swooped into the room. He pondered briefly what had happened last night, and why most of the teachers were gone today. He hoped to get post from Harry if something big had happened.
He let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding as he recognized Hedwig in disguise. He smirked at Pansy and Hermione as the owl landed in front of Ron and waited for him to remove the letter, then nudged the girls to indicate they should watch Ron. They all waited with baited breath for Ron to open the letter.
He didn't even check it for hexes, he just ripped it open then proceeded to flip it over several times. The red head's eyebrows came together in confusion as he waited for the message to reveal itself.
Draco knew that Ron was thick, but this was the outside of enough. That boy was an insult to purebloods! Every Slytherin knew that if they got a blank letter it was one of two things. Either it was a message from their parents which needed to be decoded, or something really bad was about to happen to them.
Remembering his instructions, Draco made a side swiping motion with his wand and watched as one of the goblets tipped over, soaking Ron and the letter. Draco was surprised when Ron just shrugged his shoulders and did a cleaning spell on the mess.
The girls looked at Draco in confusion as Ron stood up and began to walk out of the hall without anything happening. He just smirked at them and said, "Wait for it." His eyes never left the red head.
An enraged scream had everyone turning to look at where Weasley had just exited the room. Draco hid his smile as Ron ran back into the room, or more like floated. He was screaming as anything metallic started to cling to him. Forks, knives, goblets, and odd bit began to smash into him. The whole Slytherin section began laughing when food started to plummet itself on him.
Professor McGonagall entered the hall to see Ron screaming and being accosted by the tableware. She stormed over to help him, only to be stuck to him herself. With an outraged scream from the professor, the whole spell ended abruptly. Everything that had been stuck to Ron fell to the floor, including his Head of House.
Draco tried to hide his smirk, but then stopped as he noticed that forks were still floating in the air. As he watched, the forks moved forward and slammed into the wall. He winced as he read the message, "Do not touch what is not yours."
Draco's smirk disappeared as he contemplated what Harry really meant by it. He was smart enough to know that it really wasn't for him ponder; but for Ron to know.
Hermione watched the amusement drain from Draco's face and turned to see what had caused it. She wasn't sure if she should laugh or not, Ron was not only in vile shape from the metallic assault, he seemed to be scared witless by the message on the wall. Then her mind started to click on something.
Harry had once mentioned to her that he wanted to try a spell out that was similar to this one. He had found a mention of a food plummeting spell in an old Maurader notebook and had found it immensely amusing. She also wondered if the spell was like the other one, it would happen at sporadic times. The person wouldn't know when the curse would kick in, it just would. If she was correct, the curse would do it every hour or maybe ever five hours.
And Ron would have to endure it until someone with strong power could remove it. The simple spell Harry wanted to place on someone could have been done by Madam Pomphrey, but she didn't think that this one could be removed by the mediwitch. Originally, Harry had been afraid to do the spell because it was dangerous and there hadn't been anyone he really wanted to experiment on.
She began to tear up as she wondered how Draco knew that was a spell Harry had always wanted to do. By the time Pansy noticed her, Hermione had sunk into her shell and the other witch didn't know how to reach her, or even what had happened.
Pansy was starting to worry and ponder. There was more going on with Draco than he was telling. It was about time to get the blond to talk about the close association he seemed to have with someone outside the school. He was getting letters he wasn't sharing with the rest of the gang and that meant they were not getting all the information; information she might just need to know in order to help her girlfriend.
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Lupin woke up on the floor at 12 Grimmauld Place. His slumber was actually disturbed by a crying portrait. The woman crying, was of course, Madame Black, Sirius' dead mother. Instead of her usual screaming, she was now sobbing and hiccupping as she grieved for her dead child. Lupin listened for a few minutes, thinking, 'Whoever would have thought that the portrait would have a heart?' He groaned at that thought and put his hand up to his aching head.
He sat up and looked around at the empty house. There were no longer Order members walking around the house. It was just him, alone on the floor. He knew that since Sirius' Death the only person who would have access to the place would be Harry, since that was who he left it to. It therefore followed logic that the only person who could give permission for anyone to enter it would have to be Harry.
Lupin looked down at the old portkey. It was a pin suspended to a chain, and had once belonged to Harry. He used to have one just like the one he was now holding except he had thrown it away since it was now useless since Harry hadn't given anyone permission to enter yet.
Lupin's mind slowed as he thought about the portkeys. One was a tennis bracelet that he made out of one of Sirius' chains from his old motorcycle that was stored in his vault. He brought his knees up to his chest and rocked back and forth as the feeling of being alone seemed to invade his soul. Everyone from his world, his pack was gone. Not even the kin was there anymore.
Then his mind stalled as he thought of Harry. Remus looked down at the recently activated portkey. He couldn't help the surge of joy that had him jumping up and shouting, "YES!" Despite his aches and pains. The portkey in his hand could only have been activated by the owner of the house. Harry was alive! Lupin couldn't get the broad smile off his face as he thought of Harry. That was until he asked himself, "What was Harry doing with Voldemort?"