(Harry POV)
It's been two days since I was reminded of how little time Severus had to get back to the house. I was pacing in my room. My friends were at Malfoy Manor, trapped in the dungeons. I'd spent a week there so I knew my way around. The question was how was I going to get there. I can't ask Voldemort, he'll know what I want. I can't use the floo either. They'll know.
My only choice was Apparation. I knew where it was located. Wiltshire, England. I could do it. I know I could. He was wrong to think telling me not to would make me not do it. If he had friends, he'd do the same. Why else save Bellatrix from Azkaban?
I'd do it tonight. I'd do the daily routine, I'd get ready for bed, then I'd Apparate into the Malfoy Manor. Hopefully I wouldn't get seen. Tom would be pissed. …Why do I care? This is for the Order! For Dumbledore! For Dumbledore's Army!
Man I miss Dumbledore… I jumped at the call of my name. "Harry." Had he heard my trail of thought? I felt fear spring in my chest but calmed down, he can smell fear. I walked out of my room and into the downstairs living room. He was sitting there, reading… or faking it. I walked down to stand before him. "Try that spell again. Morsmordre." I groaned. He raised his brow in challenge and I immediately lifted my wand, flicking it.
"Morsmordre." A green puff of smoke came out and I smiled at my success. He smiled.
"You are not a fast learner. That was not a success. The wand motion is not a flick. It is pronounced morz-MOR-druh. The wand movement is an eight as so." He took his wand pointed at the sofa. "Morsmordre. Learn the spell, faster the better."
"What happens if the Ministry sees the Golden Boy do that spell?" I asked, annoyed.
"They shall contact me at once and defend you with their lives." Oh… yeah. He's in charge of the Ministry. I pointed my wand again and did the motion he did.
"Morsmordre." He seemed to let out an exasperated noise.
"At the same time they must be done. Have you never cast anything but a simple, beginner spell?"
"How about Aronia Exumei? Or Cistem Arapnieo?" He looked up at that.
"And where would you have heard those spells before? Sixth Year? I think not. You were trying to manipulate Horace like Albus asked of you."
"Was not! I do not manipulate!"
"A bit of rare magic Harry." I blushed, unable to help myself. Um…
"You are the one who said it first!" He smiled at me. That boded nothing good.
"It was about horcruxs. Albus wanted the memory, you tried twice. Horace gave you what you needed to get it from him because you used Severus' Advanced Potion book that you had received upon arrival at the school because you had the audacity to believe you were not to attend that class anymore."
"Just how do you know that?" Why?! Why does he know?
"Horace and Severus. I put the rest of it together myself."
"Maybe you're wrong?"
"Try again and maybe when you have those three spells down, we'll go over the two you have just mentioned." I rolled my eyes and cast the stupid spell. A skull appeared and then slowly formed until a snake, just as slowly, formed out of its mouth. "Good. Now Morsmordrela. As the same pronunciation but at the end there is a LA. The wand movement would be a Z to accommodate the corners of a box, or room. It works everywhere. However, if outside you would need to produce a square to make four corners. Otherwise one side is wide open and you are easily killed. Inside there is no fear of getting past the barrier."
"So I make a z?"
"Did you not just listen to what I said?" I glared at him before sighing. I turned away from him before casting the spell.
"How do we know if I cast it right?"
"Would you like to try it out on the Muggles?"
"No…" I smiled. "I'll try it on me!" I didn't bear a Dark Mark nor was I the Dark Lord himself. I walked toward the barrier and went flying backward, landing on my back. "Ow."
"That is why I said try it on the Muggles."
"Really? Have you no respect for them? Muggles?" He sneered.
"Why should I? Why should you? Or did you like the abuse Muggles can give to a young wizard or witch?"
"No, but not every Muggle is like that. Take Hermione's parents for instance."
"The Mudblood's parents you mean? They seek power. If you disagree, remember that I myself proved that innocence is not always so innocent."
"Again, you can't just put your short comings on people you don't like."
"I feel nothing for Muggles. I do not like them, I do not hate them. By short comings are you once again calling me evil?"
"No. Everyone has short comings."
"Even Dumbledore?" He smirked, coldly. Shit. Um…
"Yes?"
"Name one." Um… um… I don't know any!
"He manipulates?"
"So you admit Dumbledore is not a Lord of Light?"
"No! He changed his ways!"
"There is no good and evil Harry."
"Every book I have read says there is!"
"They use the terms Light and Dark. Dark is unjustly meant to mean Evil by the Light." What am I supposed to say to that? He's wrong, but I can't tell him that without a logical reason.
"Can we just move on?"
"You admit defeat by wanting to change the subject, Harry. Yes we can move on. We can move on to unsupported flight… but first you need to conquer nonverbal magic. Have you done that?"
"Yes."
"Prove it." That command reminded me of the young Tom I'd seen in memories. Except I think the order was 'Tell The Truth'. I pointed my wand at the lamp. Wingardium Leviosa. I lifted the thing up and moved it about before putting it back in place. "How about wandless magic? If so, then we can get started." I put my wand down on the coffee table and walked onto the bottom most step of the stairs.
"Lumos!"
"We shall get started then." He grabbed me before Apparating away from the Riddle House… Riddle Manor.