A/N: Hey, sorry this is late, it was my brothers birthday yesterday so I was being socail, also this seems a bit, choppy, but bear with me, this chapter is just trying to show what Voldemorts done to his mind...I hope, it's either that or I'm going insane which I desperately hope not. It's also a kind of stab at humour...I hope it's not just nonsense please tell me if it is, and I love reading the reviews! Thanks for them! :D
Anyways, heres the late chapter, I'm getting closer to the middle now so the updates will be a tad slower...sorry bout that.
Warnings: Insanity
Disclaimer : Harry Potter is not mine.
Those half-moon glasses were glinting at me, blue twinkling eyes twinkling, it was infuriating, this man can be happy during anything, hi you killed my dog, eye twinkles while he apologizes, sorry but I murdered you daughter, eyes twinkling as he soothes me saying it wasn't my fault, I'm going to kill you, eyes twinkling as he asks if this is the right decision…not that I know these from personal experience but I have a suspicion that his eyes would never stop bloody twinkling.
"Harry, I'm going to need you to tell me what happened while you were with Voldemort." Eye twinkle, I have a feeling this is the only thing I'll be able to think of whenever I see Dumbledore now, eye twinkle, okay brain I get it Dumbledore's annoying blue eyes twinkle now stop, eye twinkle, dammit!
"Harry, did you hear me?" Eye twinkle, twinkle twinkle Dumbles eyes are frustrating a boy called Harry who has most certainly lost his mind and is making eye twinkles into a rhyme.
"Harry?" Dumbledore asked startling e out of my madness, I know I'm going mad, I know it, why else would that be happening, it didn't even rhyme properly, that's what I'm worrying about now, really?
"Sorry, could you repeat that?" I asked trying to devoid the attention of me staring into space, I've been away from Snake face for a few weeks now and my speech has come back from talking to Ron and Hermione, it's strange, I've been having epiphanies at random moments when I see someone, like when I saw Neville in the halls I collapsed on the floor and began gibbering like an idiot.
Needless to say I spent a long sleepless night in the hospital wings again, recently I've been able to wander around the halls and sleep in the Gryffindor rooms, mainly because it's Christmas break and no one's around to see me, or question me.
"Could you tell me what happened while you were with Voldemort." Dumbledore said again softly, he was avoiding the insanity thing too, I could see it in his eyes that he thought I was insane but I don't think I am, at least not completely, I can't be. I need to be sane.
"I suppose I could, um, well, It was while I was at the end of the Triwizard tournament, the cup was a portkey and it transported me to a graveyard where Voldemort killed, where Voldemort ordered Pettigrew to kill, to kill Cedric. He used my blood to resurrect himself, I, he transported us to his old home, the Riddle house, he tortured me, used me as a torture slave to take out his anger, and just for fun I suppose, I, he, they, it hurt. I was sneaking out, using wandless magic at the start, I got the papers from Death Eaters rooms in exchange for giving a good word to Voldemort about their torturing skills, but I stopped after I read that I was declared dead, I gave up I suppose, it was the same for the rest of my time there until Draco Malfoy came in, he was torturing me but he came back and said he'd tell you and apparently he did." I finished, breathing deeply, I think I said that pretty well, a few stumbles, but that's alright, I should remember to breath somewhere next time.
Dumbledore nodded and offered me a lemon drop, I shook my head, what on earth is it with this man and Lemon Drops, I can't stand the bloody things and he only makes me feel worse by pulling that face, the sad wounded old man face.
No, old man face, no, I will not…I am not insane I am not insane, is Dumbledore talking to me, ah it seems he is.
"- Hermione and Ron-," And what on earth do they have to do with this, oh he's still talking, the man can talk, "-banging-," Eh? That can't be right, "-On the Gryffindor table-," The hell? I mean I knew it would happen eventually especially after the Yule Ball, everyone stormed off in a huff of sexual tension, but by god I did not expect nor want to hear this from my Headmaster. I must have heard it wrong, oh but the old guys still talking, it is rude to interrupt, it's also rude to ignore him completely and contemplate your two best friends going at it on the Gryffindor table but to be fair Dumbledore did put that thought there.
"Any questions?" I caught Dumbledore's final words, yeah there are a lot of questions but I'm not sure you'll like them so I'll keep quiet about those ones, like on the Gryffindor table? Did everyone see? Did everyone watch?
But of course I shake my head, no use asking those questions, I'll just ask Ron and Hermione when I get back down stairs.
"Alright then Harry, off you trot; I suppose Mr Weasley and Ms Granger are waiting for you." Dumbledore smiled warmly at me and nodded, I opened the door to Dumbledore's office and went down the moving stairs.
Slipping into the Gryffindor common room it was almost like nothing had ever happened and in my mind nothing had during the day that is, when I'm distracted with my strange thoughts and food and friends around me, but at night, they come back, I've put silencing charms around my bed to make sure no one else knows, and so I don't wake up Ron and Neville in the night with my screaming, no need to cause any more trouble than I have already.
I sat down in a big, red comfy arm chair and grinned, Ron looked at me and Hermione came bounding down the stairs like an excitable puppy.
"So what did he want to talk about?" Ron asked, and I shrugged, "Wanted to know what Voldemort did while I was gone and to alert me that you two had been banging on the Gryffindor table, or that's what I heard." I laughed and Hermione's face went bright red along with Ron's.
"Dumbledore said that?" Hermione squeaked and I laughed again, "I wasn't listening but I only got Hermione and Ron, Banging, On the Gryffindor table so it must be true eh?"
"No!" Hermione squealed and my mouth twitched up into a smirk, "You sound awful guilty there 'Mione!"
"Shut up Harry! Me and Hermione did not bang on the Gryffindor table!" Ron shouted as Professor McGonagall walked in, raising her eyebrows.
"I hope not Mr Weasley that is where we eat."
