Third Person POV
Dumbledore sat at his desk, his fingers drumming a rhythm on the hardwood. 'This is bad, very, very bad. Harry has disappeared and I know not where. Felix watched him apparate out of Hogwarts, which should be impossible. The only person I know who could probably get even close to such a feat is Tom. And if that is what has happened, then the world is in terrible danger. And I am losing my weapon...even if I was planning to kill him right after he kills Tom.'
He let out a long sigh; there was no way he's going to let his toy go to the other side that easily. 'No,' Dumbledore chuckled, 'I will just have to ask the wolf for answers instead.'
A few minutes later Felix was standing in Dumbledore's office, kneeling in front of the desk.
"You called for me?" Felix whispered slightly, not looking up from the floor.
"Ah, yes, my boy, I have something important for you to do. Please stand," Dumbledore grinned.
"Of course," Felix stood fluidly, standing tall like any snobby pureblood would.
"I need you to go find Remus, and bring him to the cell in the dungeons, by any means necessary. I would recommend stunning him before you get in his sniffing range. Oh, keep him away from anything silver. For the time being," Felix grinned, before bowing.
"As you wish."
"Good, good, now be sure you do this right away, before our beloved weapon returns. You are dismissed," Dumbledore smiled, a twisted gruesome smile, as he watched his loyal pawn leave the room.
Harry POV
I stood in front of the Manor, getting more worried about Remus by the second. 'What if something bad happens? What if Dumbledore captures him, and forces him to reveal information about me? What if Remus cuts himself on silver? Oh god, Harry, shut yourself up! That last one was absolutely ridiculous! But...' My thoughts are abruptly interrupted by a loud crash coming from inside. Quickly walking through the doors, I found what could have been rather amusing, if not for the circumstances of my arrival.
"But my Lord, what if Evott is just tricking us!?" Bellatrix Lestrange was on her knees, pulling repeatedly on Voldemort's ('It's Marvolo, Harry, remember that') robes. Her expression was one of insane panic, mixed with a pleading look. Vol- Marvolo on the other hand, looked thoroughly annoyed, but was smiling. Albeit in a rather harsh way, it was a smile nonetheless.
"Now, Bella, trust me on this. I know what I am doing. Besides, Sirius has been watching him and thinks that Harry is serious about joining us," Marvolo reached down and disentangled her hands from him, before pulling her back up on her feet.
"Of course, I am sorry, my Lord, but I just don't trust Evott."
"It is fine, you will just have to get to know him is all," I found this to be a good time to make myself known, so I calmly cleared my throat in greeting. Bellatrix's head snapped up towards me, Marvolo simply raising an eyebrow in my direction. He already knew I was standing there - this doesn't surprise me any.
"Er, hello?" I felt rather awkward.
"Glad you could make it Harry, thank you for bringing him Sirius, you are free to go back to Hogwarts now. I'm sure Harry can make his way back on his own," he said calmly, Bellatrix glaring in my direction as she moves towards the back like a shadow hovering over us. Sirius nods and walks out of the room, silent on his feet. "Come, Harry, let's go somewhere less likely to be spied in on," Marvolo gave Bellatrix a look, and guides us away towards a different room.
"Now, Harry, regarding this time-travel thing. I can safely presume most, if not all, of your name and backstory are fake. I would like to ask you for your true name and story. If you are okay with telling me those things," We had sat down in comfortable plush armchairs by a fire, in a rather calming room. It was medium in size, with only the two brown chairs, facing each other, and a black coffee table in between them. There's also a bookshelf that covers an entire wall, filled to the brim with different books. The carpet is a nice shade of grey and is quite soft, matching the darker grey, nearly black, colored walls. A small silver chandelier hung from the ceiling, giving the room a rather fancy look. I refocused on Marvolo before answering.
"Of course, Marvolo. My true name is Harry James Potter. As for my backstory, my parents are James Potter and Lily Potter - nee - Evans. They were killed though, in the war you started, and I was forced to live with my Muggle Aunt and Uncle. I'm sure you can imagine how well that went for me. I didn't learn of the Wizarding World until the letter came from Hogwarts," I continued on, telling him most of the details and only being vague on things that weren't important. After at least an hour had passed, I finished and Marvolo hummed in contemplation of what was said.
"So you're a Potter? That is very intriguing. We can talk more on the rest of that later on. For now, would you mind taking an Oath of Allegiance? In place of taking the Mark,"Marvolo leaned towards me, elbows resting on his knees.
"I understand, I would be glad to take the Oath."
"Let us begin then, you will drink this potion as soon as the final words are spoken," I watched as he pulled out a vial of silver liquid from his robes, sitting it on the table in front of me. "Will you, Harry James Potter, remain loyal to me, Lord Voldemort, Tom Marvolo Riddle, and the Dark's cause, until the day that you shall die?"
"I will," I watched as a golden string started to form, wrapping around our wrists.
"And will you swear to keep any and all secrets unless I, Tom Marvolo Riddle, say you may reveal them?"
"I swear," the golden string became brighter, now growing to crawl up our arm. It continues crawling until it covers our arms.
"And I now name you has my sole heir, and the heir of the Dark, do you accept?"
"I accept," the gold string was now resting over our hearts, nearly pulsing with light.
"So mote it be," we spoke at the same time, the gold string letting off a blinding light as I grabbed the potion and gulped it down. Once I had drank it all, the string disappeared, and I passed out.
Third Person POV
The black lump on the cells floor gave a pained groan, before shifting. After finding a decently comfortable position, it was easy to tell the lump was really a person. Looking around the cell, they gave another groan, only this time it was of helplessness. The place smelled of old blood, and death. The young werewolf, for that's what he is, curled into a ball, refusing to make another sound. If they knew he is awake, then he would either be killed slow and painfully, or quickly and painlessly. Judging by the current events though, he is leaning more towards the former option.
This werewolf, Remus Lupin, understood that he has been kidnapped. He also understood that he was still in Hogwarts, so his captor is most likely Felix. He just didn't understand why. Remus didn't have to wait very long to find out. A few moments later, he heard a set of footsteps coming towards his cell.
"Why, good morning my boy!" the cheerful voice of Albus Dumbledore reached his ears. This isn't what he was expecting.
'What did he have to gain by doing this?' The young wolf thought, cowering slightly in the corner. Dumbledore only smiled more, entering the cell.
"Now, my boy, I have a few questions for you. I hope you can answer without making this difficult for yourself," the Headmaster's eyes glittered maliciously. Remus simply glared, not wanting to answer any of those questions. He knew the Headmaster was going to ask him about Harry, and that Harry is a threat to Dumbledore. Albus walked closer to the boy sitting in the corner, crouching in front of him, to be eye to eye.
He got quite a surprise when Remus was able to block him out from his thoughts completely. Knowing that tactic wasn't going to work, he went to plan b: Veritaserum. Pulling out the vial, Albus smiled at Remus' frantic expression. With a surprisingly strong grip, Dumbledore pulled his jaw open, forcing the potion down the boy's throat. Feeling the effects, Remus began fighting it immediately. 'I absolutely refuse to betray him. I will NOT tell this man anything!'
"Now, Remus, what is Harry's name?"
"Ha-Harry-" 'No, you stupid, stupid fool! You won't say it!'
Remus scrunched his eyes shut as tight as he could, clenching his mouth too. He knew he wouldn't say another word about Harry, no matter what the cost.
"That's it, my boy, continue. What is Harry's name?" The urge to say the answer was overwhelming. However, the werewolf's will is stronger. His mouth remained resolutely shut. Dumbledore let out a sigh, giving Remus a rather sad, disappointed look.
"Very well then. I see you have something giving you the strength to fight the veritaserum." Standing, the Headmaster left the cell and the dungeons without another word to the boy.
Remus gave out a sigh of relief, whispering "Harry Potter" in the process. After all, one can fight the truth serum for only so long. Shortly after, Remus once again passed out, his head throbbing uncontrollably.
A few hours later, Remus woke up. Though this time it was to the sound of footsteps. He looked up, to see Dumbledore. Walking into the cell, Albus smiled.
"Hello again, Remus. Let's try this once more, yes?" Remus didn't acknowledge him, merely stared at the floor.
"Who is Harry, Remus?" Albus asked, softly. He stood there for a few moments, waiting. Remus still refused to move or say anything. There was just eerie silence; the quiet before a storm. A storm it will be, as Dumbledore suddenly summoned a belt.
"I will ask once more, Lupin, my boy. WHO. IS. HARRY?" Once again there's an echoing silence after his shout. A few moments later, Albus brought the belt down across the werewolf's arm. Not expecting the pain, Remus let out a loud cry. Blood trickled down his now injured arm.
"I do apologize, but this is for the Greater Good, Remus. Where is Harry now? I would answer if I were you," Albus almost crooned while looking emotionlessly down at the boy laying on the floor. Remus shut his eyes tightly, not uttering a word.
There was another loud crack, the belt snapping against Remus' side. However, he didn't cry out in pain. He simply refused to give Dumbledore that satisfaction. A second and third crack followed, causing Remus to fall onto his stomach.
"Why do you refuse to say anything about Harry? Hmm. I am not getting anywhere still." Standing there for a few moments, he did nothing but look at the bloodied body. Taking out his wand, Albus pointed it at Remus' hand.
"Who is Harry?" he asked. Remus shook his head.
"I refuse to tell you anything about him," Albus tutted, before muttering a few words. Remus let out a whimper; his right thumb now broken, the pointer finger next to it following quickly after.
"Don't be so foolish, my boy. If you don't say anything, I may just kill you," Remus knew Albus wasn't lying; he would kill the wolf if nothing was said. Remus couldn't bring himself to care, though. It was all to protect Harry. 'It's for Harry. I don't care if I die in the process.'
"Where is Harry?" Albus questioned, moving his wand towards the wolf's leg. When no answer came, the leg was quickly broken. This time, Remus yelled out from the pain, his leg now laying at an odd angle.
This continued for thirty minutes, with both arms broken, eight broken fingers, both legs broken, as well as broken toes. Eventually, Albus got bored of this and brought a whip out instead.
"Remus, you will tell me everything you know about Harry. What time is he from? Is he with the light side? Where is he right now?" with each question, came the fall of the whip on his back.
"I...WILL... NOT say," Remus gasped, the pain raising to unbearable levels. More slashes from the whip came, his back now nearly covered in blood.
"Why not?" Dumbledore asked, not stopping in bringing the whip down across his skin. After a few moments, Remus gasped.
"Be-because! I love...I LOVE him! I love..Harry," after a few moments, Remus passed out, letting the darkness take him away. He knew, though, that Harry would come save him, that he wouldn't die. He believes in Harry.