Title: Angelus Fortuna

Author: Crimson Rosary

Summary: After watching the near-death experience of his godfather, Harry finally decides that Dumbledore doesn't really have the power he claims to have. In order to protect himself, his family and his friends, Harry chooses to side with Voldemort. But what does the Dark Lord have to say to that?

Pairing: LVHP

Rating: M

Author's Note: This is my first ever LVHP story! Please don't hate! Enjoy! If you don't like Male x Male, please press the back button or the red box on the corner. Manipulative!Dumbledore, Ron/Hermione/Ginny/Certain Weasley Bashing! Alive!Sirius, Good!Voldemort, Characters will be a bit OOC.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Harry Potter; all those belong to J.K. Rowling.

'Thoughts'

{Parseltongue}

[Telepathy]

A/N: Okay, I have to address this review. But guys, I've included the fact that the "characters will be a bit OOC". Now, I'm not ragging or raving about the comment, but I'd just like to mention once more that little tidbit, because I know, considering I've done it occasionally myself, that I go straight to the story rather than reading the Author's Note. Now, onto the story! (:

Chapter 3

~ Who Are You to Tell Me What to Do? ~

"My Lord." Severus and Lucius immediately bowed in the presence of their Dark Lord.

"Have you done what I have requested?"

"They have. Stop scaring them." Harry scowled from the entrance. "They helped me with everything I needed."

Voldemort removed his gaze from the teen wizard and looked at the two bowed before him. "I wish to see your memories, my dear Severus, Lucius." Once the two wizards looked into his eyes, Voldemort used Legilimens and sifted through the Gringotts' memory. Pulling from their mind, he sent them off and beckoned Harry to enter.

"Do you believe me now?"

"I see no reason not to."

"I quite like your vengefulness."

"Did you know I was supposed to be a Slytherin?" Harry countered.

"What happened?"

"I met Hagrid first, the half-giant. Then I met Ron on the Hogwarts Express. Both of them told me Slytherin was the bad house, but I was not inclined to believe them just yet. People have their own opinions you see. But when I met Draco for the second time, he insulted Ron to his face before trying to win my friendship. Of course I rejected him. He was just like…" Harry grew quiet.

"Just like who?" Voldemort prodded.

"Just like Dudley. A big bully; that's what I thought he was." Harry admitted. "But now, I wish I could've taken his hand that day. At least in Slytherin they openly hate you, unlike Gryffindor like the cowards they are once things turn worst. To answer you unasked question; I first met Draco in Madam Malkin's. He was right on the dais next to me while we were being measured for our uniforms. He was nice person then, until he got all high and mighty." Harry said.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes. The young Malfoy heir had destroyed the chance of ever having Harry Potter in Slytherin. It would have been much easier handling the child if he were in that house and not under Dumbledore's thumb.

"You know, if you wish to have more followers in Hogwarts, you should speak about your ideals." suggested Harry. "It doesn't help that Draco spewed lies all over during second year."

"Expound."

"Second year was the year the Chamber of Secrets was open. He kept saying things like how the mudbloods would soon die, or how the muggleborns would "get it" and he would be glad to see it happen."

"I see." Voldemort trailed off. The young Malfoy heir was besmirching his ideals. It seemed, to Voldemort, that he had been giving the Malfoy family too much respect, too much leniency for the Malfoy Heir to go off spouting his nonsense – and to say that it was the Dark Lord's grand plan. "I will speak to him soon."

"You better. Or else everyone will continue to think that you are the big bad monster." Harry imitated a growling monster, but it did nothing but amuse the Dark Lord.

"Since the issue with Gringotts is in order, you are to stay in Riddle Manor until the end of the summer. We will speak about whether or not you shall continue your education at Hogwarts then." Voldemort concluded, turning back to his papers.

"What did you say?"

"I said – "

"I heard what you said. I'm daring you to repeat yourself one more time."

Voldemort was now amused. He pushed aside his documents and looked at the emerald-eyed teenager.

"You are to stay in Riddle Manor until the end of the summer. We will speak about whether or not you shall continue your education at Hogwarts then." repeated Voldemort.

Harry's wand dropped into his hand before he had it pointed at the Dark Lord. "WHO ARE YOU TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO?! I AM NOT YOUR FOLLOWER! YOU CANNOT ORDER ME AROUND LIKE A SLAVE! I WILL DO AS I PLEASE!" shouted Harry.

Voldemort waved off his shout, dismissing it like a kid with a tantrum. He didn't notice when Harry jumped over the desk and pushed him onto the floor, chair and all.

"I WON'T DO AS YOU SAY. YOU CAN'T MAKE ME! I'M FREE!" Harry shouted. He moved to punch the Dark Lord before Voldemort caught his fist and switched their roles. The chair slammed loudly against the tile floor as Voldemort was now hovering over an errantly kicking and squirming Harry Potter.

"You will stop at once Harry. My patience is only so much to handle your tantrum." He warned. But Harry wasn't having any of it. In fact, he seemed to squirm around even harder than before, determined to remove Voldemort from his position.

With a sigh, Voldemort whispered the stunning spell and watched as Harry dropped off into unconsciousness. Voldemort took the boy in his arms and carried Harry over to his private chambers. There, Voldemort placed Harry onto his bed and covered him. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Voldemort cursed when he had to watch over the Boy-Who-Seemed-To-Act-Like-A-Child. And the Dark Lord had to place Harry in Voldemort's own chambers. Voldemort made a note to himself to give Harry his own private room, rather than having the teen steal into his bed whenever something was to happen, before he returned to his study.

…..

Harry woke up groggily. He didn't recognize the room he was in. It was painted in dark greens and browns, giving the room a more Earthy feel to it. Though the curtains were hanging, a small orange light slipped through between the cracks, bathing the room with an ember light glow.

Harry slowly sat up and looked around. Where was he?

"You are in my room."

The Gryffindor turned to the voice, seeing Voldemort standing at the entrance of the room. He watched warily as the Dark Lord drew closer; his memories were returning to him at a quick pace.

"Look – I'm sorry for freaking out like that before." apologized Harry.

"Think nothing of it. I'm interested in what made you crack."

"I've always been told what to do since I was little. Suddenly I'm free from any sort of responsibility in the Wizarding World, yet you're ordering me around. I… didn't like that. Not at all. It actually reminded me of … never mind."

"My apologies. Would you care to expand?"

"Everyone's thought of me as the Boy-Who-Lived is only because no one actually witnessed the scene that night in Godric's Hollow. They only knew of your disappearance through Dumbledore, because Hagrid's told me, that Dumbledore was the one to tell the Ministry of Magic that you were gone. Then I return to the Wizarding World, and you're suddenly back that all this responsibility is thrust upon me. I'd rather be a normal boy, not a freak."

Voldemort hissed at the word. "You are not a freak! Who has called you such things?!"

"My uncle and aunt. My cousin. That's about it. Other than that, no one else has. Not that I know of anyway." murmured Harry.

Voldemort stood up and walked briskly towards the door.

"Don't do anything. They must repay my debt or their lives will be forfeited." Harry warned. "I've even called upon Mother Magic within the contract."

Voldemort paused before returning to Harry's bedside. "When's dinner? I'm parched." The Dark Lord gave him a once over before he nodded to Harry.

"It'll be soon. Shall we make our way to the dining room then?" Harry nodded his head. On their way towards the dining room, Harry decided to bombard the Dark Lord with many questions.

"Why do your inner circle eat with you?"

"They have my trust, and are privileged."

"Even after the Ministry incident?"

"Even after the Ministry incident."

Harry huffed. "Can you not speak any longer or invest in more information?"

"You may be my ally in this war, but I do not have to encourage the influx of information."

"I'm trying to help you." Harry insisted.

"Of that I agree. You have given me the war, Harry. It is much thanks that I give to you."

Harry huffed once more, irritated at Voldemort's sharp, yet broad answers.

"Is Fenrir Greyback a part of your inner circle?" He persisted.

"Yes, he is. Fenrir and I go way back. We are perhaps, the best of companions."

"You mean you both are best friends."

"One can call it that, but it would seem too childish."

"How does he help in the war? By infecting kids with Lycanthropy?"

Voldemort glared at him and Harry shivered. "Do not speak of that in front of me. Fenrir has never infected small children, other than one. You know not the rumors that disgrace the magical creatures."

"So, it's a lie then. Fenrir has only infected Remus Lupin?"

"It is true; Fenrir has admitted to me. But you do not know the reason for which he has done it." Voldemort seemed to cool down.

"Do you know?"

"I do."

"Can you tell me?"

"It is none of my business nor it is yours. But if you wish to know, you should ask Fenrir himself." And at that, the two had arrived at the dining room, where the inner circle had already been seated.

Making their way to their seats, Voldemort waved his inner circle to take their seats when they stood to bow at him. When everyone was seated, Voldemort called Dippy to start dinner and that's when conversations started to flow.

…..

It was not until everyone had taken his or her first bite before Fenrir turned to the Dark Lord.

"My Lord." Fenrir greeted.

"What is the matter, old friend?"

"The laws restricting the magical creatures have gotten more severe. I do not know what to do to help my pack and many other werewolves. I feel hopeless." Fenrir admitted.

Harry perked up at that information. He quickly interrupted Voldemort's thoughts. "I can help you there." And the table fell silent.

"Y-You can?" Fenrir was shocked. Just a week and a day or two after arriving at the foot of Riddle Manor and the Boy-Who-Lived was offering assistance to Dark Creatures.

"Of course. I have many properties that the Ministry of Magic cannot find, locate or even begin to imagine. You can have one of them, two or three if there is not enough room to house your pack and the others."

Fenrir looked at Voldemort, silently asking for permission to voice his thoughts and opinion. He was granted.

"Could you really do that? Give up one of your properties to us Dark Creatures?"

"Now, you see. I hate that term. "Dark". Nothing is ever "dark". It is a biased opinion from those who understand nothing of what they see, learn, hear or any of the five senses. You know, my father's friend, Remus Lupin, was classified as a Dark Creature because he was bitten and turns into a werewolf every month during the full moon. But he is the gentlest person I've ever met. So, I never want you to ever call yourself a Dark Creature. Everyone - witches, wizards, and magical creatures are equal. No matter what blood runs in your veins or what magic you choose to use. Understood?"

The table was shocked. Was that truly how Harry Potter felt?

"Yes, of course." Fenrir was quick to answer after his shock wore off.

"Now, I'm glad I asked the goblin to make a copy of everything I've own." Harry sifted through his pockets before he pulled out the list of properties he currently owned.

"Hm…. this will be hard Fenrir." Harry pondered before turning to the alpha who looked at him with confusion.

"What will be hard?" 'Was it too much to ask for some place to protect his family and others?' Fenrir thought.

"Oh, I'm not talking about what you were thinking. So perish the thought. I'm talking about which property you would be more comfortable with. I actually haven't gone to any of these properties. I've inherited them, so I want to check to see which one would be most compatible for you and your family and friends. Now… let's see here…" Voldemort's inner circle watched and waited as Harry murmured whilst he read the list. Sometimes Harry would shake his head and other times he looked thoughtful.

"Oh, how about this? You can have Merlin's castle. Afterwards, we'll see what else you'll need after we visit it. We can go right now actually."

"Mr. Potter, you have yet to finish your dinner." Lucius reminded him. That was when Harry realized that the entire table was paying attention to him.

"Oh… right. After dinner then. And then if there's not enough space, we'll check on another property. Oh! We can also house other magical creatures that you'll be recruiting for the war." Harry was bustling with ideas – ideas that intrigued and peaked Voldemort's interest.

"Of course. After dinner we shall accompany you to Merlin's Castle." At that announcement, Voldemort hid his amusement when his inner circle fidgeted. No doubt they wanted to see the fabled Merlin's Castle.

"Severus can come. Oh, and so can Mr. Malfoy –"

"Lucius, please."

"If only you call me Harry." The teen countered.

"But of course, Harry."

"Okay, so Severus, Lucius and Fenrir and you. Anyone else?" Harry turned to ask the Dark Lord. The Gryffindor did not notice when the Death Eaters sat up straighter in their chair, no doubt waiting for the Dark Lord to choose them to accompany the small group.

"The ones I choose… will they be under your scrutiny before you allow them to join us?" Voldemort smoothly asked.

"But of course, you may trust them. But I have yet to know them. Severus and Lucius have helped me today, so they've earned my trust. No – my trust is not easily earned." Harry threw a mock glare at the table's members. "And as for Fenrir, he shall be doing me a favor." He grinned.

"What may that be?"

The table members watched as Harry leaned over and whispered in Fenrir's ear. They caught the smirk on Voldemort's face and instantly knew that their Dark Lord had already known what the boy was going to ask of the alpha werewolf.

"It will be done." Fenrir promised.

"Good! Also, I'm not sure how this will go, but I'm assuming I can only take a handful of people, if people grasped onto each other, we should be able to take at least three more?" suggested Harry.

"Very well. I shall choose three more by the end of dinner." Voldemort accepted his decision before dinner went back to normal – though now, the conversations were about Harry's viewpoints on magical creatures.

…..

"Let's go. Let's go!" Harry chanted. He was practically bouncing in his seat as Voldemort slowly decided which of his three inner circle members would be joining in their small adventure.

"Just so you know. You will not be able to speak of the properties to anyone, unless given my permission." Harry smiled gleefully. "My family magic will take care of anyone who happens to break out of this iron clad rule."

Voldemort finally landed on his three followers. "Rodolphus, Rabastan and … Rookwood." Disappointment was seen in eyes of those whom had not been chosen, but they did not dare voice their displeasure, all except for one.

"My Lord. Surely you need me with you there." Bellatrix simpered. "I can protect you should Potter be leading you into a trap."

"Are you saying that even when you know I have sworn an oath to join Tom's side?"

"How dare you speak of his muggle name!" Bellatrix screeched. When she pulled out her wand, the Lestrange brothers each gripped her arms. Rookwood had immediately disarmed the witch. Lucius and Severus stepped before Harry and Voldemort stood before the two wizards.

"You dare insult my power, Bellatrix? Even if you are a part of my inner circle, I will duel out punishments where they are necessary."

"My Lord." Bellatrix whimpered.

"Send her to the dungeons. I will speak with her later." Voldemort ordered the rest of his inner circle members. Soon with Bellatrix dragged off, the selected group convened around Harry Potter.

"All right. Grab hold on me real tight." Harry ordered.

"Your portkey cannot break through our Lord's wards." Rookwood sniffed.

"We'll see about that, now won't we?" Harry smiled. Once everyone had a tight hold on either Harry's arms or his clothing, Harry let his magic out and touched the Merlin Lordship ring. The group was immediately portkeyed to Merlin's Castle.

…..

The small group arrived at a small clearing in the middle of a deep forest. Leaves were blown across their path whilst the branches shook. There was an earthy scent to the area, yet the wizards could feel a lot of magic around them.

"My Lord, where are we?" Rodolphus asked.

"Where is the castle?" Rookwood asked. He was feeling a tad annoyed that the portkey did, indeed, whisk them out of Riddle Manor, which was under heavy and powerful wards.

"Shhhhhh." Harry hushed them. He felt with his magic before arriving at what he believed to be the entrance of the castle. And that's when he felt it.

Harry lifted his hand out and allowed for his magic to flow. He opened his eyes and said, "As the Heir of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Merlin, I, Harry James Potter, order the revealing of Merlin's Castle."

A large shimmering rippled through the air before the cloaking of Merlin's Castle was lifted. In front of the group stood Merlin's Castle in all its glory.

The trees that the group had sworn was there was actually a part of the cloaking device Merlin's Castle had been set up with. Merlin's Castle was possibly, and probably most definitely, larger than Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The multitude of tall towers seemed to stretch up and up, seemingly to touch the sky whilst the area around the castle was calm and practically vibrated with magic.

Harry looked at the gate entrance before finding a statue of a hawk's head underneath Merlin's Symbolic Pentagon inscribed within a circle, filled with the four elements the element of spirit. These elements were filled with various colors of the world. And inscribed in the outer layer of the circle seemed to be words that only Merlin had written himself.

'Hopefully I can find what it says in Merlin's books.' Harry thought.

Placing his finger in the open beak, Harry felt a cut slice across his index finger before blood was drawn. He slowly pulled back and felt another ripple of magic slicing through the air, no doubt strengthening the wards.

Harry pushed open the gates and walked through, with the other members of the group trailing behind him. And when they reached the courtyard of Merlin's Castle, a house elf popped in front of them, dressed impeccably in a blue velvet suit with Merlin's emblem sewn onto its right breast.

"Young Master Merlin has returned. We have been expecting your presence." It greeted.

"What's your name?"

"I am called Woody, sir. I am the Head Elf of Merlin's Castle. I manage all the other Head House Elves. We's been keeping the Castle clean for the young Master Merlin's return."

"How many house elves are there?"

"Close to a thousand, Young Master Merlin. There are other Head Elves for each job in the castle."

The Gryffindor was shocked. A thousand house elves?! "Harry is fine. Can I see them?"

Several pops echoed throughout the courtyard when Harry was met with at least twenty house elves. They were each wearing either an impeccable blue velvet suit or a blue velvet maid outfit, each with Merlin's emblem sewn onto his or her right breast.

"Introduce yourselves." Woody ordered. Each of the house elves bowed before making their introductions.

"My name is Seely." One female house elf curtsied. "I manage all those that clean Merlin's Castle. These be my assistants Loppy, Velda and Mossy."

"My name is Daisy. I be managing the kitchens and cooking with my assistants Kandy, Agis and Happy." Another curtsied.

"My name is Tippy and these be my assistants Dappy, Poppy and Cookie. We are in charge of the sewing of female clothing."

"My name is Hoppy and these be my assistants Heely, Nippy and Baxter. We are in charge of the sewing of male clothing."

"My name is Minny and these be my assistants Eve, Abner and Ivy. We be in charge of the library."

"My name is Opal and these be my assistants Ruby, Copper and Pearl. We be in charge of assigning personal house elves to Master and his guests."

"Nice to meet you all. My name is Harry Potter and these are my guests for today. I am thinking of setting up Merlin's Castle for my friend, Fenrir, and his family and friends. So I need you to help them around the Castle at all times. Understood?"

Their flopping ears showed their understanding. Harry was very happy; everything was going according to plan.

"Woody, I would like a list of all properties on Merlin's estate. Add the number of rooms in Merlin's Castle as well." Immediately a list appeared before him and Harry looked through it all.

"Okay, so Merlin's Castle has ten floors, supported by magic with over two hundred staircases." Then Harry blanched, "Remind me to actually build escalators and elevators in the castle." This comment earned chuckles from Severus, Tom and surprisingly Fenrir; though, Lucius, the Lestrange brothers and Rookwood were, no doubt, confused about the muggle contraptions. "There are at least forty small houses – two to three floors each; each with four to five bedrooms, three bathrooms, a kitchen, living room, dining room, stock room and a basement. Then there are apparently three five-story buildings, each floor with four expansive condos – perfect for single individuals. I'm actually surprised Merlin had that built… hmm… Anyway, there are ten small cottages and ten bungalows. Merlin's Castle has over five hundred rooms, each with its own sitting room, two bathrooms, three bedrooms and a walk-in closet in each bedroom. There are up to two dozen offices littered through all ten floors, three large training rooms – one on the ground floor, fourth and eighth floor. On the ground floor there are three large dining rooms, two large sitting rooms, a floo room, a large patio and a large ballroom. In the basement, there are three large laundry rooms and a large kitchen. There's also a nice giant lake behind the castle – free from any creatures that may harm you, filled with only fish – which will regenerate whenever one is removed. There are also forty classrooms, four per floor. Then underneath the first floor basement, there's a large pool and a large potions lab. A library is on the fourth floor, and a large safe/panic room in case of intruders." Harry squinted at the words underneath. "It seems there are actually a panic room underneath each property, but Merlin's Castle has several underground panic/safe rooms underneath the second floor basement. It's heavily warded with magic by Merlin, now by me and soon, by Mother Magic herself. Each house on the estate is also heavily warded, heavily protected and heavily charmed for changing seasons, weather and against harm. There is a garden near the back and it has twenty green houses – so you can plant herbs for potions or use the garden to plant anything you want. Just tell the house elves which weather conditions you want with each green house and they'll change it for you. Oh, and there's also an Owlery. Don't worry about filling it with owls. I'll go get some after this."

The group was floored by the amount of room in Merlin's Castle. The castle truly was larger than Hogwarts' castle.

"Is that enough room? I'm glad for the classrooms. I can hire tutors for the children for their schooling. Is that all right? If there are not enough classrooms, we can change some of the extra bedrooms into classrooms. I hope I'm not imposing." Harry bit his lip in worry.

"Imposing? We're doing the imposing Mr. Potter –"

"Harry."

"Harry. I can't thank you enough. You've done so much for our family. Thank you for the houses and the room and everything."

"Oh, just so you know. This entire land is Merlin's estate. It's under Merlin's name and now mine. So if you wish to live in the forest, you can as well. Just make sure you're prepared for the weather though. The house elves can provide all the necessary clothing and food for you all. Anything you need, every family, or individual werewolf, and pack will have their own personal elf, and depending on the size of the families or pack, the number can be adjusted. Actually…Woody, could you make sure every family has two personal elves? All packs have three and every single individual one?"

Woody nodded his head. "That will be arranged, Master Harry."

"All right. Now, Tom, Lucius, Severus, Fenrir. We shall adjourn to the castle's core. Woody, please take us there."

"Rodolphus, Rabastan, Rookwood. Stay here." Voldemort ordered.

"If my house elves catch you anywhere besides the courtyard, I hope you know enough spells to keep breathing." warned Harry.

Woody led the five wizards over to the core of Merlin's Castle. There, he strengthened the wards and enchantments all across the Merlin estate and properties. Next, he told the four wizards to pull some magic from their core and had them add it to the Castle's own magical core. Then they added several drops of their blood onto the core itself and they were keyed into Merlin's Castle – able to apparate there whenever they wanted.

Harry quickly grabbed several items and made them portkeys. He handed them over to Fenrir. "The word is Merlin. They will take a maximum of eight people per portkey and land them at the entrance. Once there, just place your hand on the hawk's head and they will be able to enter. All you have to do is tell them where they will be living and that will be all." Harry said.

"I can't begin to thank you for all you've done." Fenrir said, gripping the portkeys tightly.

"It's all right. I just want to see who'll be here when everyone has arrived. I hope that's not too much to ask."

"Not at all." Fenrir nodded.

"Good, we should return to Riddle Manor then." And with that, they headed back to the courtyard.

…..

"About the favor Harry."

"Ah, yes. Could you tell me?"

"Remus Lupin was a sickly child when he was younger. His parents could not find any remedy or medication to help heal him. I just so happened to pass by his home when my pack and I were moving. That's when I smelled him – the smell of my mate. Of course, I was near a decade older than him, but my wolf was howling at the fact that my mate was sick with an untreatable disease. As I made a bargain with his parents, I bit into him, infecting him with the Lycanthropy. Lycanthropy actually rids the host of any other disease. It kills it but in return, causes the host to shift into a werewolf every month on the night of the full moon. Of course, after finding out that their boy was no longer sick, the Lupins were elated with relief. When they had to deal with Remus's condition every month, they could no longer take it. By then, Remus's letter to Hogwarts had arrived."

"So… they blamed you for turning their son into a werewolf when they knew what the effects would be?"

"Yes, they were that desperate at the time. But as soon as he had gotten better, they had turned on me. Blaming me for something that had to be done unless they wished to bury their son."

"That's horrible."

"Oh it was. It got even worse when Remus entered Hogwarts. Because Dumbledore knew about his condition, the Headmaster hid it from every other student and it wasn't until Severus nearly got killed by Remus did Dumbledore put his foot down. Instead of punishing Remus, he threatened Severus not to tell anyone about the situation, unless he wished to be expelled. By then, Severus only had about one or two years of school left. And so, he kept his mouth shut, but he became wary of the Marauders."

"Thank you for telling my traumatic experience." Severus drawled.

"Is that why you hated me?" Harry asked.

"Your father saved me of course. But it wasn't to protect me. It was to protect his friend from going to Azkaban for killing a student and being found out as a werewolf." supplied Severus. "He's always been spoiled as Charlus and Dorothea had had a hard time producing a child. When he was finally born, they were already of old age, and so he was the golden child in their eyes. Therefore, whenever Potter, Black, Lupin or Pettigrew got in trouble for pranking anyone – mostly me – Dumbledore only gave them a slap on the wrist. Should anyone else even produce the same prank, they would have gotten a more harsher punishment."

"So he's been planning this even before we were born?"

"Yes. I have no doubt that he's been planning this right after the fall of Grindelwald." Severus agreed.

"So! Remus is your mate, huh?" Harry grinned.

Fenrir gave a chuckle. "Yes, but sadly Remus does not see me in the same way. He has been lied to and manipulated by Dumbledore. He only sees me as the enemy, the one who ruined his life and has made him fear for the lives of others."

"I'm sure if you explained it to him he would understand." frowned Harry.

"One day if I am able to do so, I shall. No hesitations." promised Fenrir.

And with that, they had returned to the courtyard. Harry gave his thanks to the Head Elf, stating he will soon return and with that, the small group returned to Riddle Manor.

…..

"Why are you doing so much for me? All you needed to do was join my side."

"I don't believe what the Ministry of Magic does is correct. Limiting the livelihood of magical creatures just because they are not witches or wizards. It's just dumb and stupid."

"I see you're voicing your opinion."

"I wasn't allowed to say anything or do anything that didn't have to do with taking you down. But now, when I'm finally out from underneath Dumbledore's thumb, I'm going to make a change. I believe in your cause so I will do everything I can to help you. By the way, with my twenty-six seats in the Wizengamot, and being emancipated, I can finally decide on issues being brought up. Dumbledore has already lost a lot of political power and funds. Now he's going to lose members of his Order."

"Speaking of that, you've told me you would tell me the members of the Order of the Phoenix. How are you able to?"

"Dumbledore did not think to put me under an oath."

"The names then?"

"Albus Dumbledore, Alastor Moody, Arthur Weasley, Molly Weasley, Bill Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Fred and George Weasley, Ron Weasley Hermione Granger, Elphias Doge, Dedalus Diggle, Minerva McGonagall, Mundungus Fletcher, Remus Lupin, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Nymphadora Tonks, Rubeus Hagrid, Sirius Black, Sturgis Podmore, Peter Pettigrew and Arabella Figg."

Having noted down the names, Voldemort sat back in his chair looking very pleased.

"I must remind you; we'll soon have many more members joining the Dark Side… courtesy of me."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about Order members that are not so far up Dumbledore's arse where they see the sun shine. I can guarantee for a fact that Sirius, Remus, Fred, George, Bill and Charlie will be joining us. The two elder Weasley brothers will not be hard to sway, but they will ponder on the offer. Arthur will be difficult, only because he is meek and allows Molly to have a say in everything that goes on in life. Moody, Shacklebolt and Tonks have a higher percentage of staying with Dumbledore than listening to what we have to say. Hagrid's already corrupted by Dumbledore, seeing as how Dumbledore's already given him a job at Hogwarts. Professor McGonagall has always stressed to Dumbledore about my living situation, but she would be hard to sway as well. Everyone else just seems to be weak followers that have no brains. But first, we must discredit Dumbledore; make him fall from his golden pedestal before we shatter his work."

"So you're saying we should have the public go against Dumbledore?"

"It should be easy. Lucius will be whispering in Fudge's ears while I deal with Rita Skeeter and The Quibbler. Luna's father owns The Quibbler you see. So it shouldn't be difficult trying to write what I want the mass to know. Once everything about Dumbledore's manipulations, thievery, and crazy power thirst, he will have no followers left. People will question him left and right. We will be able to strip him of his titles and he will soon be a nobody where you will have everything you want at your disposal. The war will be easily won and then we can off Dumbledore."

"Very well thought out plan. But how do you plan on getting Skeeter to write what you want to say?"

"I've already sent a note to her. I shall be meeting her at the earliest convenience."

"You mean tomorrow?"

"Precisely."

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