Embracing His True Self
Chapter 81
While they were completely 'refurbishing' Dumbledore's new 'guest quarters' so to speak, the mirror pinged causing Harry to startle. Blinking a bit before he realized he'd put it in his bathrobe pocket at some point. Sighing softly, feeling bad for ignoring them…but not only did he need to get over what he heard but Remus and Sirius did too…and no doubt it was more difficult for them than him. You can't miss what you don't remember after all.
"Harry!" Sirius said, a sob caught deep in his voice, the relief and tiredness that was swamping across his face made the guilt intensify as Harry finally, finally answered his call. "Oh, Harry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry…I should be there helping you and all I seem to do is screw up." Clearly caught up in his own guilt for his perceived failures. "Are you still there?" unable to see Harry properly in the darkness, he could see shadows but that was about it.
Harry sighed tiredly, resigned to this conversation, here and now. He couldn't bring himself to tell them he'd call back later. Plus, he would be busy later…who knows when he would get the chance to call them back. He wanted to see the entire thing through, Dumbledore deserved a welcoming reception after all.
Flicking his hand, he allowed light to spark up overhead, allowing him to be seen visibly.
Sirius' eyes immediately began roaming over Harry's features, taking everything in, before his face and shoulders relaxed, grateful at least that didn't look wrecked, otherwise he wasn't sure he would have been able to cope. "You look well rested," glad that Tom was taking care of Harry, no doubt a dreamless sleep draught had played a part in it.
"Yeah, Tom's helped," Harry said, and he supposed it was true enough, but he also knew it was something Remus and Sirius expected to hear.
"Where are you?" Sirius asked, peering around Harry's body to try and decipher where it was. It looked underground, basement or something?
"Oh, I'm looking over all my properties, to see what requires doing to them," Harry said waving it off as inconsequence. "The basement's always look rather…comfortable or it is just me?" a perplexed look on his face.
"That's because they're used," Sirius barked out a tiny amused bout of laughter. It faded just as quickly as he was vividly reminded of the world right now. "They've always been well made. They're primarily used for someone's careers, whether it's Runes, Potions, even libraries. Sometimes even Elvin Quarters…nowadays used to store furniture for most families."
"Yeah," Harry said wryly, definitely used alright.
"Ho…how are you?" Sirius asked, eyes deeply troubled, unable to keep the small talk up, getting to the nitty gritty so to speak.
Harry swallowed, "Sirius…I didn't know my parents like you did…we cannot compare how either feel over this newest revelations…but I'm so furious with Dumbledore I could squeeze the life out of him." he confessed, and one day he might just.
"Oh, is that all?" Sirius said dryly, "Well, I can safely say what I imagine doing to him is so much worse…" gritting his teeth, Merlin, his best friends had been drugged without him knowing…all this time. He'd stupidly thought Lily had felt the same but didn't want to go out with a bully so when James begun to settle he thought they'd just…damn it, why hadn't he been the slightest bit suspicious? All it would have taken was a bit of suspicion. "Why James though? Why James and Lily?" why did it have to be them?
"The Potter's have always been strong, powerful, pureblood, at least until my mother…maybe that's why?" Harry guessed, as Voldemort finished up with most of the work on the room, using non-verbal spells.
"Two pureblood families and two half-blooded families," Voldemort mused.
"Wait I thought the Bones were…" Harry frowned surprised by the words.
"Oh, that branch of the Bones are, yes, but Edgar Bones married a rather stunning Muggleborn girl," Voldemort quickly realised what he said, and added "From what I found out in the records anyway, Susan Bones is a half-blood, but considering her last name, the fact her mother wasn't all that well known….evidently the fact her mother is Muggleborn clearly hasn't come up. Considering their fate…perhaps it never will."
"He's right," Sirius offered up, "But she wasn't exactly Muggleborn, her mother was a witch, she found out…in her…sixth year." Sirius' heart sank, of course.
"So he used two fully pure-blooded family, one mixed, one half technically speaking," Voldemort, "Makes you wonder why when he'd already made up his mind."
"Technically?" Sirius latched onto that word suspiciously. "What does that mean?"
"Mum came from a squib line, the Lestrange and Slytherin line as a matter of fact…" Harry stated, watching Sirius' reaction closely. Watching anger, disgust, caution, suspicion, pain, self-disgust, annoyance and pensiveness.
"So that's where you got the ability to speak to snakes…" Sirius said surprisingly without judgement.
"Could be….could have been the Slytherin line on dad's side," Harry commented, smothering a smirk at the look of shocked bug eyed look on Sirius' face. "Weren't expecting that were you? Any way we can petition to stop the sorting of the Houses? It just causes bullying and kids thinking they're better than other bloody houses!" Harry grumbled in annoyance, clearly talking to Voldemort.
"Highly doubtful," he replied with a deep amusement in his voice, "It's history is too steeped in Hogwarts for it to ever be tolerated."
"He was…he was…he…was…he…" Sirius spluttered, and Remus just laughed and patted him on the back.
"I doubt he knew, it was generations back, mum probably didn't either…if she did she probably wouldn't have told anyone…not even James because of the insane prejudice." Marcus Lestrange had become Marcus Evans…it would have knocked her belief sideways, he reckoned.
"She would have told James, and James would have told us," Remus commented.
"So you'd like to believe," Harry sighed, shaking his head, "We can't know anything about their relationship…not anymore." all he knew was one minute his mum couldn't stand James and then bam, they ended up together and had him.
Sirius' and Remus' face spasmed in pain, at the knowledge.
"Yeah," he murmured defeated, destroyed. Wishing they could forget what they'd learned, to go back to the blissful ignorance. To the knowledge that Lily and James loved one another and had a beautiful boy come out of that loving relationship. Not one engineered by Dumbledore so that he could take over the body of the child of that successfully chosen union. It made their skin crawl that they'd come so close to losing Harry too…Merlin it didn't bear thinking about.
"Look…there's nothing we can do to change what happened, but we can live our lives to the best of our abilities for the ones that can't…" Harry told them, "The guilt will follow you around if you let it, live guys, for James, for Lily…for your own father…live for them." he trailed off vaguely.
"Can you do something for me kiddo?" Sirius asked.
"Sure? What is it?" Harry asked, glancing around, it was perfect, he had one last thing he wanted to do.
"Take your own advice!" Sirius said loudly through the mirror with a look on his face that Harry couldn't interpreter.
Identical muffled coughs came through each side of the mirror, from both Remus and Tom.
"Um…go, enjoy the rest of your holiday…you're packing up tonight aren't you?" Harry questioned, not to come home, but to go on another part of their holiday.
"Yeah, we're thinking of coming back," Sirius said, sounding more resigned than determined.
"It's up to you," Harry said shrugging, "Personally I wouldn't want it to be something else Dumbledore takes from me. Stay on your holiday, just enjoy yourself, this new knowledge can't and won't change anything…live for them, guys,"
"Maybe," Sirius murmured frowning.
"We'll discuss it, and let you know tomorrow," Remus' calm voice came through the mirror.
"The werewolf I know has agreed to meet with you when you come back," Harry commented, with a worried look on his face. "He's worried about your wolf and your beliefs."
"I'll be fine," Remus said, shaking his head, but his shoulders had squared, Harry knew by the end of tonight they'd be continuing their holiday…not returning to the UK. "You be careful investigating all those properties…they've not been inhabited for a lot time…which means some of the places might be a little dangerous." He cautioned him, and quite rightfully so.
"I'm only going to see this one then probably head home," Harry explained, giving him a reassuring smile.
"Talk soon?" Sirius offered up, as the conversation was clearly coming to an end.
"Yeah, soon," Harry confirmed, "Bye guys, deactivate!"
"Well, you've probably succeeded in ensuring he remains abroad for a bit," Voldemort said dryly, it truly fascinated him how so very good he was at manipulating people he barely even know into doing exactly what he pleased. As much as Lupin and Black like to delude themselves, they did not know Harry all that well, he could not even fill one page of information about them…or if he could, just and no more. For all they were trying to build a relationship it was one of little trust, not much in the way of truth and something Harry wasn't entirely invested in out of the knowledge when and if the news got out…they would drop him like a hot potato.
"That's what I wanted," Harry sighed, shaking his head staring pensively ahead, "Alright, let's get this over with." His good mood ruined.
"Let's, I have a few meetings to attend and mail to collect," Voldemort stated, there were now three owls in his office waiting on him returning.
"Make the room smaller, the mattress thinner," Harry commented, nodding in satisfaction as the room begun to shrink to accommodate Harry's wishes through Voldemort's magic. "Perfect," he muttered, exactly like his cupboard, "Put a small hole in the door, for his food, no trays no nothing, he can take it as he gets it." an image of food just thrown into a cupboard, scraps, that he'd had to pick up off the floor flashed through his mind. "The House-elves can just toss it in for all I care…" not that he'd be getting much, Harry thought viciously, scraps, bare scraps just like the Dursley's had given to him. He'd get first hand experience of what he'd gone through, see if the old fool is strong enough to live up to his own standards.
"Now or this evening?" Harry pondered, once they were standing outside of it, longing for it all to be over.
"The sooner the better," Voldemort declared, suspecting heavily what those letters were about.
"I will need an hour to soak the Horcrux in a solution to remove my magical signature and I can sent the Ex-Horcrux Container off along with word to the effect that Dumbledore is dead." Voldemort stated, "They will need that reassurance at least," and he couldn't believe he was the one suggesting as such.
"It would keep them busy looking for him," Harry pointed out, leaving them to do what needed to be done.
"And if they stumbled upon the wrong area? I'd rather not have to spill any more magical blood." Voldemort argued.
"Yeah, I suppose…but without proof they wouldn't go for it anyway," Harry pointed out.
"Unless, we use the Polyjuice potion…" Voldemort suggested.
"Too easily detected, they'd check, they would want to make sure it was one hundred percent Dumbledore." Harry fired back.
"Agreed, they aren't prisoners," Voldemort nodded curtly, a frown marring his features. "Either way has it's risks…which ones do you wish to take?"
Harry gritted his teeth, "It's not forever, when he does die I'll bloody put him out in public display…somewhere public but not where kids will see…" his decision already made.
Voldemort nodded curtly, and if anyone stumbled upon this place and roused suspicion…well, they would need to be dealt with. He did not like relying on Obliviates, too easily beaten, giving the unknown enemy a perfect opening and opportunity to get the better of you. It was why he killed his enemies traitors and those working against him…usually got a worse sentence. tortured and then killed when he had grown bored. "Then call your Elf." Unable to recall exactly what it was called, Dibby? Doddy? Something similar.
"Dobby?" Harry called, glad they were out of the small room, he didn't think there would have been enough room for both them and Dobby.
"What can Dobby do for Master Harry Black-Potter, Sir?" Dobby as always extremely hyper and happy to see his Master.
"I need you to watch Albus Dumbledore, he's in the Ministry of magic, once he's alone, transport him here." Harry ordered, gratified when he didn't even see a single hint of reluctance or awkwardness on Dobby at his new order. "Knock him out first, don't let him see you, don't interact with him." not taking the chance that House-elves were given any sort of loyalty potion to Dumbledore. Fortunately, at least Dobby's own orders would override all else.
"Grab him when he's alone and bring him here," Dobby repeated his orders well aware of what his Master liked by now.
"Not here," Voldemort stated firmly, "There," gesturing towards the small cell like room that would be Dumbledore's new home. "Remain with him until we get there, which shouldn't take too long."
"Exactly as he said," Harry stated, agreeing fully with Voldemort, making sure Dobby understood that.
"Dobby will be back as soon as he can," Dobby said, bowing once before he was off, popping off away out of the wards.
"Well," Harry muttered, "No going back now."
"Satisfied completely with his new abode?" Voldemort questioned.
Turning to face the small room, "Yes," he replied, and Voldemort flicked the door closed with a bang, Dobby could get inside of it, there was no worries on that front.
"You have a meeting with that Healer and Severus at four o'clock this evening," Voldemort reminded him as they turned and left the dungeons, out of the cold, passed a sobbing Tonks' cell, who was reading he latest newspaper articles about Dumbledore's actions…the knowledge that her parents had been drugged will no doubt have been a kick up the arse.
"Oh, thanks, I had actually forgotten about that!" Harry said, perking up, he was hoping it would be the beginning of good news.
"Severus, no doubt, would have reminded you," Voldemort said dryly, which was true enough, Severus wasn't one to tolerate lateness, regardless of circumstances, so he would have informed Harry a few times before the actual meeting.
Harry grinned a little, "Yeah," it was true enough, Severus was a bit of a perfectionist.
"Has your stomach at least settled?" Voldemort questioned, Harry felt rather contented, but that didn't mean his stomach wasn't feeling a little delicate still.
"Much better, thank you," Harry said, grinning in delight.
"Now what's that look in aid off?" Voldemort asked, narrowing his eyes in on that grin.
"Oh, just wondering what everyone would think of you going out of your way…" he teasingly said, making sure it was felt and heard, not wishing to start an argument especially so early.
"Go ahead and tell them, they wouldn't believe you," Voldemort declared haughtily.
"Hmm, too true," Harry said teasingly, pressing himself against Voldemort for a few seconds, it was rather addictive. You'd think it was the actual release during sex that he'd enjoy the most, but it wasn't. Just having Tom touch him was the best feeling in the world. He wasn't stupid though, he realize what it implied. Touch starvation was an actual thing, scientists found that a nerve ending, called C-tactile afferents, exists to recognize any form of gentle touch. He'd become tactile.
Carding his hand through Harry's hair, he gripped the back of his neck and kissed him ardently. Withdrawing reluctantly, but knowing he must, if they began something…there wouldn't be a guarantee he would stop and he had meetings today. One's he'd actually planned on putting back if Dumbledore's trial lasted even longer. Thankfully it had not. "Do you wish to join me?" he asked, after reluctantly withdrawing entirely.
"I've not really got anything to do until this afternoon…so why not?" Harry said, whereupon seeing the curious look, "I'm heading to see Arthur Weasley…" he admitted.
Arching a brow, "Why?" he asked, seething inside.
"I want to make sure he's recovering," Harry told him, "He's always been very kind to me, plus he's just had his entire world shifted and then scrambled about I think he can use someone to talk to. No doubt the other Weasley's are terrified themselves they'll continue to be until the potions are out of their system, if it's even possible." It might explain why some are a little more Slytherin than others.
Voldemort's lip curled, "Very well, take Barty, Rodolphus and Luna with you, at least," he ordered, refusing to allow anything to happen to Harry because he wanted to visit the damn Weasleys'. He was always going to be cautious when St. Mungo's was brought up, Harry was supposed to have been hurt there… and considering how difficult it actually was to change the future…he suspected heavily that something else could/might occur.
Harry sighed, "Alright," he agreed wryly.
"I'd like to visit Arthur Weasley?" Harry said softly, after approaching the desk, a bouquet of flowers, chocolate and fruit in his hands. "I made an appointment," he didn't bother saying who he was, because it was pretty obvious, everyone knew who he was.
"Ah, yes, he agreed to allow it," the receptionist said, beaming at him as if he hung the moon and stars, approving of the flowers and food he'd brought. "Do you know where he is?"
Harry shook his head, no, he didn't. "I'm afraid not,"
The receptionist nodded, before quickly and with repetition told him exactly where Arthur Weasley was situated. She knew every single level and corner of this hospital, but she was aware that it took a few times sometimes, to get through to people coming and going. She unfortunately, couldn't abandon her post, so this was the best she could do.
"I've got it," Luna murmured to Harry before, "I understand, thank you," she told the receptionist with a pretty smile.
"You okay?" Harry asked Luna, he hadn't spent much time with her lately, mostly due to the fact he was constantly in the Ministry of Magic. Things would mostly get back to normal now, "I notice that you two are together more often on your own…"
"He wanted to do things properly, but I didn't want to end up in a betrothal contract, they're long, boring and outdated. Daddy doesn't like them either, and if he suggested it…daddy would never have given him any respect." And she loved her father deeply, and would never choose between them, now she would never have to.
"Does that mean you're…" Harry said cocking his head to the side without elaborating, Barty and Rodolphus were behind them acting as thick and thieves.
Luna flushed red, "Yes," she told him.
"I hope you're using protection…I mean you're only fifteen! He could get into a lot of trouble," Harry said wide eyed.
Luna laughed, sounding more like a bell than anything else, "I'm sixteen silly,"
Harry froze, "Are you trying to tell me you started Hogwarts when you were twelve?" before lurching forward again, resetting the pace.
Luna nodded, "Everyone even Rodolphus assumes I'm fifteen, but I just turned sixteen a few days ago."
"Why didn't you tell me?" Harry asked, furious that she'd kept her birthday a secret from him.
"Because you never asked," Luna said as if it was that simple.
Harry swallowed, "Still, you're only sixteen, you aren't exactly legal until you're seventeen…"
"Don't worry, Rodolphus isn't willing to risk it until we're married," Luna reassured him, the spells were cast with rigour.
"Technically you can get married…it's sixteen in the Muggle world…and since the Magical world copies the Muggle world…then it would be legally recognized right?" Harry questioned as he allowed Luna to lead him to Arthur's room.
"Legal in the magical world too," Luna corrected him, "With parental consent, of course."
"Of course," Harry said wryly, rolling his eyes, "Is that what you want?"
"Oh, no, I want a lovely wedding, I want to give Rodolphus what he wants, he wants more than just his brother and father at the wedding with his new wife and her father…" Luna said, obviously referring to what had happened between Bellatrix and Rodolphus.
"He wants to show you off," Harry deduced.
Luna flushed, positively glowing with happiness, knowing the future, "Yes," she also knew she was pregnant at the time of the wedding…so she knew the contraceptive spells failed. She could tell Rodolphus of course…but she didn't want to change her future…or the child she saw.
"As long as it's what you want…" Harry said giving her a look.
Luna immediately nodded, as they turned around and into Arthur's room, who looked surprised to see Harry not alone.
"Hello, Mr. Weasley," Harry said softly, quietly handing over the 'Get well soon' card that had Muggle items on it, and flowers, chocolates – Honeydukes finest – and of course the fruit. The room was stark bare, a reminder that the Weasley's couldn't even afford a bunch of flowers. "I hope you're feeling better."
"Harry….I…it's nice to meet you," Arthur murmured, touching his head delicately as if it was severely paining him.
Harry froze, staring at Arthur utterly befuddled. Nice to meet him? What the hell was going on?
"I'm aware we've met before…the memories are rather…fuzzy…all my memories are rather fuzzy," Arthur said, sounding broken.
Harry gulped, "I'm so sorry," he whispered, for all he'd been through, for all the betrayal he was still going through…"Your children…"
"I remember them, they're…less fuzzy," Arthur admitted, closing his eyes, it was like trying to see the world through a pair of wrong prescription glasses.
"Haven't they suggested the anti-dementor draught yet?" Harry asked, sitting down and patting Arthur's hand.
"Anti-Dementor?...I haven't been exposed…"
"It doesn't matter, they help lost memories, fuzzy memories…it's exactly what you need." Luna said, her tone firming. "Get them to give it to you."
Arthur was already shaking his head, he couldn't afford that, he was already going to be paying for this hospital visit well passed his retiring age. That's if he could ever retire before being lowed into the damn ground, the debts he vaguely and fuzzily remember.
Harry however, refused to put up with it, he was at the bottom of Arthur's bed and getting the name of his doctor was gone within seconds.
"He'll be back in a few minutes," Luna said, calming the bewildered wizard, who was frankly nothing like the constantly amused and docile wizard she'd known grown up. If only her abilities had allowed for her to know…she could have done something for him…anything. "How are Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, Percy, Ron and Ginny?"
Arthur blinked, staring at Luna almost dazedly. "They haven't been by today," he said, as if he had just released that. "They said they might not be able to." his mind was often muddy, it was exhausting trying to swim through it all to get to some clear minded consciousness.
"No, they won't have, they might be by tomorrow," Luna said, but they were all reeling over the fact they had been drugged. Fred, George and Percy were worried for their brothers, confused as to why they hadn't been drugged and sweetly relieved they'd managed to avoid it. "Fred and George will be by in a few hours." They were keeping all of this from their father until he was clearer headed. Which they actually fear might not happen…too long under the potions and of course…the damages the draught of the living death had done to him.
"What's the harm in it if it doesn't work?" Harry retorted sharply as the Healer entered Arthur Weasley's rooms.
"I'd need permission from Heir Weasley, which I'm sorry to say they probably won't give." The healer said, "They won't pay for something that's not got a guarantee to work…plus the potion is expensive!" it's why most prisoners didn't end up getting it to help them.
"Look, I'll pay the bloody bill! As it stands, and the amount for the Anti-Dementor draught…" Harry argued, "If there's even a single hope of it working then it's worth it….especially now that everything else has been purged from his system."
"It's up to Mr. Weasley, both Mr. Weasley's," the Healer informed Harry remaining calm, as he ensured Arthur Weasley was as well as could be.
"Arthur? Take the potion, okay? It will help your mind, it will stop the fuzziness," Luna urged him, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Your boys will be here soon, enjoy your lunch."
"Already?" Harry asked, surprised, why the hell was she wanting to leave so soon?
"They will realize it was you if you're here," Luna whispered low enough for only Harry to hear. "So let's go,"
"Won't they figure it out anyway? I mean I am going to pay for the bill and the potion," Harry pointed out, as he willingly went with Luna, giving Arthur a small smile and wave. Very apologetic, he had intended on visiting him, yet he felt like he'd only been there a few minutes…and hadn't even got to do a quarter of what he'd wanted to.
"That was quick, everything alright?" Rodolphus asked, jumping to his feet, staring at Luna in astonishment, as she dragged Harry down the hallway. They'd remained outside to give them privacy and quite frankly…neither cared for the Weasley's so it was no problem to wait.
Barty and Rodolphus glanced at each other before quickly rushing after the two of them. Keeping them in their line of sight always, refusing to let anything happen to either of them. They'd been excessively threatened before this assignment, not that they considered it one. Barty was best friends with Harry, and Rodolphus would do anything for Luna.
"Go on," Luna said, urging him towards the receptionist again, as she turned to explain to Rodolphus. "The Anti-Dementor draught will help Arthur with his problems, and Harry's offered to pay the Weasley's hospital bill and for the potion."
"He's too generous, if he keeps it up he'll have nothing left," Barty scowled, remembering the times that Harry had given him the money.
Luna giggled, "That's not true, Harry has hardly spent any money from his vaults, like seriously, he could live three decades on the last ten years interest alone."
"Those clothes cost a pretty penny," Rodolphus pointed out, baffled. "Not to mention the snake."
Barty scratched his neck, "HE gave them to him, for his birthdays,"
"Oh, yeah, actually I think I heard about the snake…" Rodolphus agreed, "Not the clothes though."
"He was wearing Muggle clothes dress sizes too large for him, belonged to his cousin," Barty said with snarl, wishing he could have killed the disgusting pig himself. "First time I saw him…they didn't last long." Unsurprisingly, Harry's birthday was less than a few weeks after the school was let out.
"Right, finally, got them to take the damn money," Harry huffed as he approached them, their conversation ended abruptly.
"I'm surprised they're letting you, to be honest," Rodolphus commented, "The only reason they will be is because they know the Weasley's can't afford to pay for it. hell, they can't even afford to pay for Mrs Weasley's funeral…if she's even still a Weasley!"
"They can do that if they're already dead?" Harry asked, abruptly and surprisingly.
Rodolphus snorted, "Oh, yeah, they can't, doesn't take though, and I'd be surprised if they're really married…they didn't have two galleons to rub together back then, let alone now."
"That's what I don't get, five of them have jobs! Good ones from what I can gather…how the hell can they not afford anything?" Harry questioned, as the four of them continued their conversations as they made their way outside.
"Depends on how deep in debt the parents were, they might be helping them?" Barty suggested, "Although what's worth saving I don't know…it's a bleeding chicken coop."
"I actually liked the Burrow…it's very similar to the Lovegood abode, quirky, bright, cheerful with plenty of garden room for animals and such." Which the Lovegood's most certainly did.
"Thank you," Luna said, "Daddy can't wait until he can go back…which I suppose he can now."
"What about Hermione…I suppose she has outstayed her welcome as well?" Barty questioned, as they exited St. Mungo's.
"Neville will soon be Lord Longbottom…his gran wouldn't dare risk his ire by throwing anyone close to him out now. Not with the fear that she might be next in line." Harry said, "He's found his backbone, and he would make her leave if she put anyone he cares about in danger."
"Didn't you used to date Longbottom?" Barty asked.
Rodolphus' head snapped up, narrowing in displeasure.
"For a few weeks," Luna agreed, "But we didn't have any…chemistry, it didn't feel right, we realised we're better off as friends. Truth was I saw Neville with Hannah in a vision, not cheating or anything of the sort…but it was almost as if it was meant to be. I understood why later…when all those visions hit me at once." Glancing at Rodolphus with love and happiness, she foresaw her own children with Rodolphus. She wouldn't have it any other way.
Rodolphus' lips curled, disliking that, but calming at her look, she clearly had picked him a long time ago. He couldn't doubt her because of an attempt at having a partner before she knew him or her visions. It would be wrong on so many levels, she wasn't Bellatrix, she cared fiercely, she never looked at anyone else in the same way.
She was his. And she reminded him that he was hers.
"Ahh…looks like I've missed it," Harry grumbled, wanting to stop him foot, as they moved to the Apparation spot.
"Missed what?" Barty questioned, perking up, as always quite eager for new information.
"I have to go," Harry said, "I'll see you all soon," with that he apparated straight to the manor, before calling upon Amita to take him straight to Dobby, Voldemort and Dumbledore.
"Just in time," Voldemort said, lips twitching in amusement, "Do you want to do the honours?" attaching a massive thick band to his ankle. It appeared Dumbledore was getting the same treatment Harry had in the beginning.
"Will it be easy to remove the memory charm now that we have him…without affecting him?" Harry asked, levitating Dumbledore, as Voldemort opened the door, watching the scene in front of him with gleeful anticipation. It was just a shame Dumbledore couldn't be dropped at a great height. The cell he was in…well, he could not stand in it, just as Harry had not been able to stand when he was in the cupboard under the stairs.
"Not overly much I suspect…" Voldemort answered, "Do you wish for it to be removed?"
"Yes," Harry said with a vindictive sneer, "I want him to remember everything…next time I go down I want him to beg for death knowing who he's asking for it…and why."
"Very well," Voldemort agreed, rapidly and viciously penetrated Dumbledore's mind, unlocking the memories he'd so painstakingly locked up to prevent the exposure of such a potion within the magical community, especially the Ministry and Unspeakables of all places. "He won't wake for a while," he said as he uncaringly ripped himself back out of Dumbledore's mind.
"Then let's go." they both closed the door and left Dumbledore in his prison.
There we go! Next chapter will be a skip in time by a fortnight! Focusing on the Longbottom's...will the Longbottom's stay in Britain with Augusta and Neville swearing never to reveal what she knows about Harry and Voldemort... with Neville unaware of it all just bits his gran told him? What will be Tonks final fate? Vowed to silence and secrecy and let go...or kept watch on by one of the dark sect? so many ways it can go! And yes I changed Luna's age thankfully i never had Luna actually say what age she was :D hehe its been great fun! there's only really two little arcs left before it's finished :) but considering how long it took to get a trial over with well...you can figure it out :) R&R please I think this has been updated over 10 times in a fortnight...maybe more! Insane isn't it? :O I've never written so much in my life!