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"Harry Potter's Anger, Pain, And Revenge"
Chapter 5 "The Marauders: TNG"
"Dobby, what are you doing here?" Harry asked a little surprised to see the house elf.
"I is here cause I is seeing you get the unicorn blood, and talking to that bad boy of my old master. I is thinking you is up to dark magick. I is thinking maybe to save you again." Dobby said in a very stern voice, unlike his usual, apologetic one.
"Dobby I'm not turning bad. I'm fulfilling a prophecy," Harry responded as Hedwig flew in to observe the goings on. "I know what has to be done now. I realise that Fudge and Dumbledore are making a mess of things. I'm doing what it was that you tried to save me for in my second year. Remember? I'm suppose to do great things. Right now is the time. If I don't fight fire with fire, more innocent people will be hurt or killed. Understand?"
"Maybe, but why is you using dark magick? Can't you just use good ways?" Dobby said pleadingly.
"That's how Dumbledore tried first time around and it didn't work. People died. My parents died. All because he was too high and mighty to use so called dark magick. Listen carefully Dobby, there isn't light or dark magick, there is only the intent of the user. Ole Moldy Wort used the power for its own sake, I'm using it to stop him from hurting and killing innocent people. Right now dipshit is getting more followers even faster than before. We don't have time to wait for Dumbledore and that idiot to stop bickering so something can be done. The prophecy said I would be the one to kill him. I've got to fight back for once in my life. Just not like last year. Last year I was a fool and combined with the order's and the ministry's mistakes, it got Sirius killed, or worse. I won't let it happen again. This time I'm getting prepared. The potion I made with the unicorn blood ensures that I can't be harmed by the deatheater's magick. Now do you understand? Please understand, please. Cause I'm still gonna need help to do this." Then Harry turned to Hedwig who had been listening and studying intently. "You understand don't you Hedwig?" Harry almost pleaded.
Hedwig immediately flew to his shoulder and nipped his ear affectionately. "See, Hedwig understands, and she's the smartest owl I've ever seen. Smarter than most humans too."
Dobby finally nodded his acceptance. "How can I helps the cause, master Harry?"
"Well, I could use a house elf or two around here, and at Grimmauld place, once the ministry releases it to me," Harry said, quickly composing himself to business. "I know you probably don't want to be bound, but I imagine that Winky might need it to be happy."
"Master would do that for Winky?" Dobby said returning to his normal self now that the question of Harry's darkness was answered. "Even with what Miss Granger is doing?"
"Yes, I would, I finally understand. Together, I think we can make Hermione understand as well. Now, if you could pop out and get Winky?"
"Yes sir Master Harry." Dobby vanished and shortly was back with a very bad looking Winky.
"Did you tell her? She doesn't look well at all," Harry said in a worried voice.
"I told her and the other house elves, and, er," Dobby stuttered.
"What is is it, Dobby?"
"They tells me to thank you for helping Winky like this. Thats never happened before. House elves thanking masters. I always knew you was important master Harry." Dobby smiled at Harry.
Harry then got on one knee and with a finger under Winky's chin raised her blank gaze to his. "I need you to be my house elf, Winky, and I have no desire to know your old master's secrets. They can stay buried with him."
Winky just blinked at Harry, then for the first time since Crouch gave her clothes, she actually appeared to have hope in her eyes for the future, for her new master.
After Harry did the bonding ritual with Winky, she was noticeably happy. Harry sent her to help Petunia around the house. Harry was feeling a little better himself. There were to be feasts comparable to Hogwarts on Privet Drive, with Harry getting his share. Will wonders ever cease?
After a short nap, Harry decided to take Draco into town again to relax a little and come up with a plan for raiding Malfoy Manor. Oddly, Draco was really getting into acting like a muggle. It seemed as if he was free from a burden of some sort. They were having lunch at a small food court when from behind them came the startled voice of a familiar teenage girl.
"I don't fucking believe it."
A startled Harry quickly turned to the direction of the sound. "Hermione, what are you doing here?" Harry said ignoring her expletive.
"Better question, what are you doing with HIM?" she said, the stunned look still on her face.
"Hermione, I know I can trust you, so please sit down and join us, Its come time for the prophecy to be fulfilled." Harry then proceeded to tell her everything. "Please open your mind, I..." Harry started after his speech, but Hermione cut him off.
"I am opening my mind, Harry, and I agree with you. I'll even join the blood oath. But Harry, I worry you might become to dark, I hope I can keep you at least a little grounded."
"Thanks, Hermione," a surprised Harry said as he hugged Her.
Taking control of the planning like always, Hermione said, "Well, first you need to really check the level of your occlumency and legilimency. We should contact Snape immediately to see if you can gain an audience with his highness. Then we need to gather at least some of the DA together, the coins won't work at this distance, plus we don't have the Room of requirement right now. Once together, we can come up with a plan to capture Pettigrew and possibly convert Lucius."
"Thats one of the reason's I love you Hermy, you always can plan things so quickly. Wormymort doesn't stand a chance," Harry said with a wide grin.
Hermione blushed a little at that. "Yeah, well, okay. Er, do we want to keep the name Dumbledore's Army? I mean it really should be Harry's Army or something. We will most likely be breaking even Dumbledore's rules, or I should say more of his rules." Hermione smiled a little on that last part.
"Well, I was thinking of reviving the Marauders, in honor of Sirius and my dad," Harry said with slightly moist eyes at the thought of his dad and godfather. Then Harry got that cold look in his eyes again. "Pettigrew will pay for what he's done. I let him live last time. Not again."
Hermione had a look of respect toward Harry mixed with the anger that she had over Pettigrew's continued betrayal and the loss of Sirius. She went and said goodbye to her parents who were shopping, explaining how things were about to hit the fan. She had to go, and reassured them that with Harry, she would be alright. He had matured a lot since the last time she had seen him, and anything they did from now on would be planned by her. Knowing how smart she was, they accepted this reluctantly and let her go. Still doubting if they would see their daughter again.
The three Marauders went back to Privet Drive and Harry performed the blood oath again. Hermione actually liked how the lightning shaped tattoo looked on her forearm. With her logical mind, the shock of the oath wore off quickly and she was adamant about not calling Harry, 'milord'. Harry was cool with this. He wanted to stay grounded and the 'milord' was a little much. He would get enough 'master' with Winky and Dobby to satiate that side of him.
While Hermione and Draco sent owls to several of the most reliable DA members and began planning a strategy for getting into Malfoy Manner, Harry apparated to the Leaky Cauldron to use the fire to contact Snape.
Harry talked to Tom for a moment, then went to the fire. He threw a pinch of floo powder into the fire and said, "Office of Severus Snape." Harry knew the Ministry's regulations would have caused Grimmauld Place to be vacated until Sirius was proved innocent, or sold off as Ministry property. When Harry stuck his head through the light green fire he found himself face to face with Snape.
"Potter? What's with the new look? Trying to look like something other than a spoiled kid?" Snape spat out, annoyed at being interrupted.
"Look Snivellus, I'm not here to trade insults. I've been practising my occlumency and would like to stop by to check my progress." Harry spat back without a hint of anger.
"So, it appears you have learned a bit of self control, all be it not much," Snape replied with a sneer.
"You wouldn't by chance be free right now would you? I would like to get any time with you over with. Especially now that I hear wally wort is gaining followers more quickly than last time," Harry said without emotion.
"And from where did you hear this?" Snape said with a raised eyebrow.
"My business. If you can get into my head maybe you'll find out," Harry replied with a sly smile.
"Fine, how soon can you get here?" a slightly angry Snape asked as he realised he couldn't get a true rise from this new Harry.
"About fifteen minutes." Harry replied knowing he could apparate to Hogsmeade and then make the walk in about ten minutes. Without even saying goodbye, Harry pulled his head out of the fire and went to the entrance to DIagon Alley to apparate. Once in Hogsmeade he began his walk to Hogwarts. Not wanting to be bothered by anyone he had his hood up with the Cholos persona, only taking it down once inside Hogwart's grounds.
Before going up to Snape's office, Harry quickly pulled out his pensieve and put a few thoughts in it that he doesn't want Snape to find out about. Once his pensieve was tucked safely back away, Harry continued on his way to the large oak front doors.
Harry began looking around the grounds using what he had gotten from the books from Knockturn Alley. The magick seems to ebb and flow around and through Hogwarts. His improving magickal ability combined with his new eyes allowed him to see the lines of magick all around when he concentrated hard enough. Harry looked around and was able to focus on a pattern of magick shaped like a net. Harry reached out with his thoughts and realised these are the wards that protect the school, but something about them didn't feel right.
As he went through the door Harry foumd the school to be a little spooky without any students. Harry began his descent into the dungeons when he realised what it was that wasn't right. It occurred to him how to aparate through the wards. This was bad. If Harry could figure it out, surely any number of dark wizards would be able to. He would have to talk to Dumbledore just as soon as he was finished with Snape.
As he walked through the potions classroom toward Snape's office, something felt a little weird. Surely they haven't figured anything out Harry thought to himself. Probably just being here during the summer is all.
The door opened just as Harry was about to knock. "Right on time, Potter, get in here and let's see if you truly have learned anything in the four weeks since school let out."
The old bowl pensieve was on Snape's desk, swirling with freshly removed thoughts. Harry refrained from smirking at the position Snape had put himself in.
"Sit, Potter."
Harry sat and they began. Snape was sneering at Harry, and he could feel the attempts to gain access to his mind. Harry just calmly smiled back in a condescending manner as he easily pushed Snape's attempts away.
Snape got a little angry when Harry yawned though his smile after about five minutes of his attempts to get into the boy's head. Snape gritted his teeth and pushed more forcefully.
Harry's smile got a little more devilish at this, and pushed right back into Snape's head. Harry didn't care to find anything, he just wanted Snape to feel him in every corner of his brain.
Which Snape did after only 30 seconds. "Get out of my head," Snape screamed and Harry let go. "How?" Snape whispered angrily as they locked eyes.
"Good afternoon Albus," Harry said without moving his gaze from Snape. He had felt the headmaster try to walk in using that nearly invisible way that he had. But it wouldn't work on Harry anymore.
"Good afternoon, Harry. It would seem you have been practising a lot over the last month." Dumbledore stated with little emotion.
Harry couldn't believe how blind he had been in the past. Dumbledore was clearly fishing for information. Perhaps he would give a nibble, perhaps even a bite. "Of course. After our little chat at the end of last term, combined with Sirius' death, I needed to focus on something. Now that you've given me the information I should have gotten in my first year, I can better prepare for the fight against Voldemort that, according to the prophecy, only I can win."
"Yes, thats all well and good my boy, but you must realise that some things can lead down the wrong road. Severus, is it as we feared?"
"Yes, sir. His skills have increased dramatically."
"Damn," Harry exclaimed, interrupting their exchange and bringing their gaze to him. Harry had been searching around his own mind and found a connection between himself and Dumbledore. It was a feeling that had been there since his first day at Hogwarts. He hadn't really thought about it. But now that his skills were strong, he could pinpoint what it was easily.
"So that's how you seem to always know what's going on," Harry said quickly pushing Dumbledore out of his mind with so much force that the old man staggered a little. "Where's the high and mighty Dumbledore that said he doesn't use legilimency on unwilling people. I trusted you. I can't believe you're willing to do that to students, and probably Fudge too, but not do what's really needed to stop the killing."
Standing up straight again, Dumbledore said, "We have to play this carefully Harry. I may have used a small bit on students, and yes indeed fudge, but it was for the betterment of the student body. Now if you would kindly cease whatever it is you are planning, we, that is the adults, can get back to the real war. I've allowed your adventures to go on to prepare you, but now that Voldemort is gaining followers faster than ever before, I need you to stop. That little stunt you pulled last term at the ministry was over the line. You and your friends are to only defend yourselves in an emergency. I don't want to have to save you again. I am sorry about Sirius, but he wouldn't stay put just like you. He was an acceptable loss. Right now people still need your name as the-boy-who-lived to believe in. If we must, we will detain you."
"Sirius was not an acceptable loss to me. I can't believe you played me this whole time. You confuse people into thinking that they must not do so called dark magick or they'll become dark. But all that does is get people killed. We should have killed that traitorous kreacher. Fudge is such an idiot you should have played him better. Sirius didn't even get a trial. Neither did Hagrid. You seem to let all your friends down when they need you the most. I once thought this was my home, but now I guess I have no home."
A shocked Hagrid and McGonagall had been listening outside the dungeon the whole time. They ran it at this point. "Harry, you do have a home here." McGonagall said before turning to Dumbledore. "We trusted you and you've been doing this to the students. I'm as outraged as Harry. You could have done so much more to protect people. I am disgusted."
When they came in they startled Harry, who out of instinct, drew his wand. "I don't know if I can believe you Professor," Harry said, his eyes getting moist. "I've been mistreated my whole life, and when I thought I had a home here, I got played Professor, and you," he said turning back to Dumbledore, "your holier than thou attitude got Sirius killed."
"It was his own fault for being as troublesome as you Potter," Snape said low, but everybody heard.
Harry then turned his wand on Snape, but Snape had his wand out the same time as Harry did. While Harry's had been pointed at the floor, Snape's had been pointed at Harry. This allowed Snape to cast his spell the moment Harry had turned toward him. As usual, Harry's body just absorbed the stupefy curse, energizing Harry, and making Snape's wand so hot that he dropped it.
"Last mistake you'll ever make snivellus," Harry said as he was about to curse Snape into oblivion.
"No Harry," Hagrid said. "Don't do it, please, Snape may deserve it, but, just please don't." Hagrid couldn't think of a good reason. Then he joked, "It'll be too much paperwork, and they would snap your wand."
"Fine," Harry said putting his wand away and turning toward Hagrid. Snape bent down and picked up his wand and pointed it at Harry again. Harry sensed this and just waved his hand behind him and Snape was thrown against the wall, knocked out cold.
It happened so fast Hagrid and McGonagall didn't even have time to warn Harry, not that he needed the warning. But Dumbledore was quick, and no warning could have been made of this, he snapped his fingers and Harry was surrounded and held in place by about a half dozen house elves.
"Let him go, Albus, what do you think you're doing?" McGonagall said as a speechless Hagrid looked on.
"It's for his own safety, Minerva. We will keep him protected at all costs. Until we find a way to defeat the dark lord he will remain under guard at all times."
"But what about the prophecy? You can't defeat him you old fool." Harry said, choosing to allow his anger to rise.
"Sometimes one can get around prophecies, Harry, you will be well cared for until we can find a way," Dumbledore said a little condescendingly.
"No matter how many lives are hurt, lost, or worse?" Harry responded calmly, his anger under control again.
"Well, there are always losses my boy," Dumbledore stated simply, in his old clueless fool sort of way.
"You mean like my parents? I bet you knew about Pettigrew, but decided to allow my parents to die, just to help that part of the prophecy along, and then let Sirius take the blame so I would be alone and out of your hair until you could train me up your way. I dare you to deny it. I double dare, no I Dumbledork dare you." Harry's anger was slowly rising with each word.
"Well, er, I," was all Dumbledore could say. He was caught. He just looked around lost.
McGonagall and Hagrid were so stunned they couldn't talk. They had fought side by side with this man in both wars, and his eccentricities they thought were just his genius finding a better way to fight. But they were just crazy ramblings of an old man. They looked each other in the eye and knew, that they would both help Harry anyway they could. The order of the phoenix would be no more there home than the muggle world. That is why they both, while a little shocked at what happened next, smiled when it did. For they knew that no matter the bunglings of Dumbledore and Fudge, that Harry would prevail against Tom Riddle.
"Why do you hold me? I got the thanks you sent by Dobby for helping Winky, but if I'm held like this I can't help her or anyone else anymore can I?" Harry said to the house elves in a calm voice loud enough for everyone to hear.
"We must obey our master, sorry Harry," one of the house elves said. But they weren't holding him very tightly, Harry could have easily got away, but he needed them to know just how powerful he was. That he would defeat Voldemort, and that any attempt at holding him would not work. So he went for the big exit.
"Its okay," Harry replied, "but I don't need you Dumbledore, and you can't keep me anywhere, too bad you can't seem to help, best if you sit in the sidelines while US adults get to work." With that Harry gave them all a broad smile with a slightly evil glint in his eyes and apparated out.
Harry popped in at Privet Drive to find a large crowd of his closest friends. Neville, Luna, Fred, George, and Ron were all sitting around. While most everyone one was pleasantly shocked at Harry's arrival, Ron was looking in a fowl mood.
"I've explained to everyone the basics of whats going on, but Ron doesn't seem to accept it," Hermione began, "he thinks you're going dark."
"Yeah well, I got some news but first, Ron, I need you." Harry started as he looked at Ron who just sulked on the sofa. Harry paced back and forth as Ron refused to budge.
Finally Harry stopped and stared at Ron with 2 or 3 tears running down his cheeks. "Goddammit Ron, after all the shit we've been through together, how can you be like this? We've been best friends since we started Hogwarts. You know the fucking prophecy. I have to be the one. I don't want it, but thats life isn't it? Just like when you get high and mighty about being poor, yet you don't want your friends to buy you shit. We Do Not Pity you, if we buy you something, its cause we are friends, nothing else. Blame your father for following that old fools ideals so much that he can't provide some of the better things in life for his family. Bill got out and made his own way, as did Charlie, Fred and George. Even Percy did. Now I am too. I've just been with that old fool. He's been playing everyone. He fucking new about Pettigrew all along. He let my parents die. He let Sirius take the blame. He manipulated him so he got killed. He uses legilimency on all of the students. That's how he seems to know everything. Him and Fudge are why Voldemort is getting more followers more quickly than ever before. I can't do this shit without you. You gotta decide now what you're gonna do with your life. I have never pitied you. You're my best friend. In fact you were the first friend I ever made after I got rescued from this hell hole. I'm getting all of this power so that I can't be played anymore, not by Dumbledore, Snape, Voldemort, or anybody. You can too, you just gotta choose." Harry fell on the sofa after his pleading, exhausting rant.
Everyones wide eyes were on the two of them. Ron sat there with his mouth open and slowly digested what Harry had said. After about five minutes of thinking, Ron got a determined look on his face. "I'm sorry Harry, you're right. Count me in." He offered his hand to Harry.
Harry took it and pulled Ron into an embrace and then pulled back. "Brothers?"
"Damn right." Ron smiled back at Harry.
"Dumbledore knew about everything?" Neville broke in with the confidence he had picked up at the ministry.
Everyone nodded their agreement of Neville's question.
"Yeah, my newly honed skills allowed me to detect Dumbledore, and push him out of my head," Harry responded collecting himself again. "We got trouble though, I was able to apparate from Hogwarts to here."
"That's impossible," Hermione exclaimed.
"That's what Dumbledore and Fudge want everyone to think. All you have to do is focus enough until you can see or sense the lines of magick. I doubt anyone has tried before because of Hogwart's reputation. But right now we gotta get ready and capture Pettigrew. Got a plan yet?" Harry said switching to a more important subject.
"Yes we do, assuming Ron's now willing to do the blood oath," Hermione said as everyone turned their eyes on Ron, who just nodded sheepishly. "Alright then, once we do the oath, you gotta take the role of teacher again. Draco was going to show us all how to apparate undetected by the ministry, but with you here now, it will go much faster. Hopefully you can show us how to get through the wards guarding Malfoy Manner. The closer in we can apparate, the more surprise we'll have."
It took over an hour to complete the blood oath. After which Harry and Draco taught everyone how to apparate without the ministry's detectors going off. The connection everyone had to Harry allowed them to sense the practise wards Harry had place on number 4, Privet Drive.
They practised until midnight, taking a couple hour break for a wonderful dinner. Winky and Dobby had enlarged the dining room to fit everyone, the Dursley's included. The food was even better than a Hogwart's feast.
Dudley showed them the robes he had been making and after dinner Harry had Dudley take measurements of everyone for the special robes that Harry and Draco were wearing. Dudley went right to work while everyone continued practising.
They decided to go at first light so everyone would be fully rested. The guest bedroom had been magickally enlarged by Dobby and Winky so that it would hold everyone. Harry said goodnight and went to his own room. He wanted to think about everything, but with the little sleep he had gotten over the last few days, he went right off.
Dudley worked all night on the new robes. He added one last thing Harry had wanted. An embroidered gold lightning bolt on the back. Dudley almost literally worked his arse off that night to get everything done by morning. As it was he had lost about ten pounds since he had began serving Harry. He liked the new look he was getting. He figured he might be able to do more than huff and puff his way through life. The stairs were starting to get a little easier already. Dudley was actually respecting Harry now despite the oath.
The next morning everyone was up and ready to go by 7. They kept breakfast light, as they all knew for once what they were getting into.
"Alright," Harry began as they all stood in the living room, "stuns only unless your life is in danger, and watch out for each other. I want Pettigrew alive. Everyone ready?"
They all nodded in affirmative as they pulled the hoods up on their robes. With Harry leading the way, they all vanished in a flash.