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Okay. He's part two. Think I've tortured you enough with the wait. Part of it was deciding which way to go, but most of it was time.

A Question of Service

When Harry opened his eyes, he expected to see a furious bushy haired girl yelling about all the bad things that could have happened. Part of him was hoping it had all been a terrible dream, but when he saw the darkened, unfamiliar room with refreshing portraits of dark family members, he knew he hadn't been so lucky. He also realized that he was tied down to a chair with magical binds, similar to the ones he'd seen prisoners bound with in Dumbledore's pensieve.

Before he could get a good struggle going, a hand grabbed his hair and yanked his head back. Harry tried harder to put up a fight but it was impossible. Another hand forced his mouth open and at the same time forced a vial of liquid down his throat. Harry tried hard not to swallow, but he felt himself gagging and choking.

"Swallow it! Swallow it!" Phineas ordered.

Harry tried not to, but the liquid still ran down. He coughed and shook his head out of Phineas's grip.

"That's a good boy," Phineas praised. "My apologies for being so rough, but you gave me no choice."

Harry didn't respond. He was suddenly feeling as if his head was fully of cotton. The room seemed to become hazy. He was barely aware of Phineas stepping around in front of him.

"Look at me, good. Now then, let's begin. Is your name Harry Potter?"

"Yes," Harry answered in a flat tone.

"Did you come here from the future of 1995?"

"Yes."

"Very good," he said with a pleasant smile. "Tell me this. Are you familiar with Hogwarts?"

"Yes."

Phineas pulled at his beard curiously.

"I thought so. Tell me how."

"I am a student there. Fifth year."

"So you were lying," he said with an air of annoyance.

"Yes."

"Now on to the more important question. Do you know who I am?"

"Yes?"

"How then?"

"Through my godfather."

"And who is your godfather? Some relation of mine?"

"Yes. Your great great grandson, Sirius Black."

At this, Phineas raised his eyebrows and looked very intrigued. He didn't say anything. All he'd done was stare at Harry who stared at him with a blank, glassy-eyed expression. For Harry, it was a moment of slight horror when the name rolled off his tongue. He was at a loss for control. He felt he had a false ability to prevent himself from answering any of his questions, but still his mouth moved and gave Phineas exactly what he wanted to hear. If Hermione knew what he had done, he knew he might have received pure silence from her. For the time being, he tried to push past the foggy feeling from the potion, but it was so heavy on his mind.

"That, is certainly something worth knowing my boy." He paused and pulled up a chair. "Let's continue."

For the next couple of hours, Harry found himself revealing everything from his godfather's school days to his time in Azkaban prison. Harry revealed his own parentage and how he'd gone from a muggle household to the castle of Hogwarts. He even revealed his possible destiny to be the so-called savior of the wizarding world due to being Voldemort's target. He explained the little information he knew about Voldemort's past from personal encounters with him and his obsession with power and pure-blood magic. There wasn't anything Phineas hadn't thought of asking. He'd basically gotten Harry to cover his whole lifetime up to the point where he decided to travel back in time. And now Phineas knew a future truth. One where a dark wizard was intent on reshaping the magical world to suit his kind. Harry barely caught the glint in his eyes as the potion started to wear off. Harry wasn't sure he cared. It was too late now. Phineas held the facts he'd tried to keep from him. His only hope would be to obliviate him, but there was the problem of erasing Phineas's knowledge of his own past and present. Harry shook his head. It all seemed pointless.

"Very informative," said Phineas with a nod. "I knew you came to me for a reason. To warn me of a future blood traitor, but also to instill in me some hope. Hope of a wizard who will remind everyone of the vitality of pure-bloods."

"My…my time…turner," Harry muttered.

"We may not be related by blood, thank Merlin, but you're close enough for you to remain here."

"No," Harry muttered as he continued to try and push past the uplifting fogginess. "I can't…I..I'm not…"

"Don't worry about not being pure-bloods. There are ways around it."

"My time-turner," Harry demanded. "My wand."

"You don't think I'll be giving them back to you, do you? Not after what you've told me."

Harry found himself glaring at the man. It was no wonder why Sirius hated his heritage with such a passion.

"Why are you doing this? Just to know the future?"

"And you," Phineas explained.

"I've told you, now let me go. Let me go back to my own time."

"I can't do that boy."

"Why! I have nothing you want."

Phineas began his laugh again. "That's because you gave it up to me already. No. What you told me about the man called Voldemort, and the prophecy, it's clear to me you can't ever go back to your time. You will be the one changing the future, to more muggle loving fools. As if there aren't enough of them already. And half-bloods along with them. No. This Voldemort sounds like the proper solution, especially where recognition for the noble house of Black is concerned. You think I'll let you go back and have a chance of wiping him off the face of the earth?"

"No," Harry cried, shaking his head. "You don't understand what he's like. He's murdered thousands."

"You don't seem like much, but from what you've told me, and from that scar on your head, it seems clear that you have some power. No doubt some was given to you from your mother's side."

Harry tried to hold back a growl.

"What do you plan to do with me? Kill me?"

Phineas seemed to consider this with distaste.

"My boy, I would never stoop so low, especially as I am headmaster of a school. You'll be of far better use here. In this time."

Phineas reached into his pocket and pulled out the time-turner. Harry gazed at it longingly. He'd give anything to be able to tell Hermione he was sorry for the trouble he caused. For the future that he knew was about to change, but he wasn't about to give up without a fight.

"I'm not planning on staying in this time thank you very much," Harry sneered.

"Oh no?"

Phineas placed the device on a nearby table and pulled out his wand. He muttered a curse and Harry was forced to watch the thing break and melt into the brief spark of flames. Phineas might as well have lit him in flames. He struggled against the bindings.

"It's useless boy. You won't be released, until I release you."

"You have no reason to keep me here!" Harry yelled.

He was surprised to see Phineas's face soften. He pulled himself out of the chair and stepped closer to him. His hand briefly brushed the top of his unruly hair.

"Most think of me as pretty cold. I suppose, up to a point I am. But you don't seem to understand how frustrating people can make you."

"You mean how muggle loving fools can make you," Harry countered.

"That, and mudbloods. If it were as simple as dousing their defenders with the right concoctions, this world would be a better place. Why can't you…why can't my son see it. The only way, is the pure-blood way, and never stick your necks out for anyone unless they're of some worth."

"Well I don't happen to believe that," Harry spat.

"Of course you don't!" Phineas cried. "You're half-blood yourself. You couldn't possibly understand. You're not of the same class as I am. As my kind are. Through pure-bloods, magic survives. With the filth of muggles mixed into the heritage, that magic disappears. If not for a great wizard fighting for it, the whole of the wizarding world would be muggle. Our kind will die out and the weak share have it all. If you like being a wizard so much, you should support us, and stay out of our way."

"I bet it was so easy for you to say that to your son."

Phineas closed his eyes momentarily and ran a hand over them.

"My son…has shamed me. What's happened to this family, what could happen, are all of my fears wrapped into one. The death of the Black family line. The death of pure-blood." He cast his gaze down to the floor, then he suddenly raised his eyes to stare at Harry. If anything, his eyes seemed bright with confusion. "It must not happen. It must not die. One traitor in my son is enough, but to have more is unacceptable. I will not allow my name to die."

Harry felt his heart racing fast. He couldn't think straight. He looked away from him and gazed up at the portrait of some of the Black family members. What would happen if he didn't return to his time? Would all wizarding families become dark and pure-blood obsessed? Harry could barely imagine it. He looked around at Phineas who was staring at the floor again.

"There's no guarantee keeping me here will save your family line."

"Maybe not," Phineas admitted. "But, keeping you here gives Voldemort a chance. And it also helps me here."

"How's that?" Harry was afraid to ask.

Phineas sighed and looked all about the room.

"No one here's ever heard of Harry Potter, so there won't be a problem of having you serve me."

"What?"

"We could use a good, obedient servant to help around this house."

Harry was already shaking his head.

"I'll never serve you!"

"That's what you think boy. Now, I'd give you a tour of life in 1889, but seeing as your duties will remain in this house, there is no reason to show you."

Phineas pulled out his wand and pointed it at Harry who readied himself to jump out and attack him. But instead of releasing him, he simply levitated his seat.

"Let us be off to see Fenton," said Phineas. "I think I know a better way for him to help me after all."

Phineas left the room with Harry following behind in his levitated chair. Harry was still struggling against the binds, but they were too thick. He stopped to observe where Phineas was taking him. They were heading back into the living room and toward the fireplace.

"Listen," Harry tried. "You keep me here, you might not get the chance to have grandchildren."

"Oh," said Phineas curiously. "How so?"

"Well, I'm not sure exactly, but, one change, like keeping me, could destroy your whole family line even if you think you're saving it."

At that, Phineas actually came to a stop. He turned to Harry, looking thoughtful.

"I've already agreed, that it may change nothing in my line. What it does accomplish is two things. It's made me realize I need to keep a tighter watch on this family, and I need to ensure the pure-blood generation of the future."

"With Voldemort," Harry spat.

"With Voldemort."

"How do you know he won't be defeated by someone else?"

"I don't, I admit. But, I don't think it's very likely someone else will have as good a chance against him as you've been having," he said with a small chuckle. Phineas reached for some floo powder that was on top of the fireplace. He dashed it into the flames which turned a bright green. He stepped into the flames with Harry hovering right in after him. "Fifty-nine, Caler's drive, lab 1!"

In a swirl of flames and smoke, Grimmauld Place vanished, and a new location took its place. It was semi-lit, but Harry could still see that they had stepped into a very large laboratory with many set ups of scientific instruments and shelves of many potions. It was also very dank and dusty. Phineas stepped out of the flames and dusted himself off, then he pulled out Harry and sat him down by his side.

"Fenton! Where is that fool? Fenton!"

The nervous looking man Harry had seen in the fire came dashing out of a dark corner of the room. He was as dusty as his lab.

"Sir, you're here. I thought you didn't need me to—"

"Change of plans. I will acquire your assistance where the boy is concerned," said Phineas with a distasteful look at Harry. Fenton too looked at his prisoner.

"Uh, what kind of assistance? And why is he bound?"

"He knows things, that's why he's bound."

"What kind of…things?"

Phineas again looked down at Harry. "Things about, our future."

"Our future?" Fenton asked with a bit of skepticism.

"He used a time-turner and traveled here. He believes it to be a mistake, but I on the other hand, have not. I've learned much from this boy, and for that, I'm grateful. But he can't return home. I've decided to make use of him."

Fenton was now staring at Harry in awe. "Ah sir, just what kind of things did you learn?"

"That is none of your concern. Just take satisfaction in knowing I'm taking care of our future."

"Right," said Fenton nervously. "What exactly would you have me do?"

Phineas walked up to him and patted his shoulder, then he turned to Harry and pulled out his wand.

"I'm afraid you'll have to go back under," he told Harry as he lifted his wand on him.

"Whatever you do to me—"

"It won't matter," Phinease interrupted. "What's about to happen, is a secret. For now."

This time, Harry was prepared when the jet of red light hit him in the chest. His last thought, before he slumped over, was a sincere apology to an absent Hermione.

"Hopefully, that will be the last time I have to do that," Phineas said under his breath. He flicked his wand which made the magical binds disappear. "Fenton, it's time for you to prove your capabilities. I need this boy to serve me further."

"But sir, if he is from the future, aren't you risking the possibility of changing something?"

"I'm changing something for the better," Phineas snapped.

"But what about his family?"

Phineas was silent for a minute.

"He had no family back in his time," he said seriously. "I will be his family now."

With that, he pocketed his wand and walked toward Harry.

One more chapter to go. The next and last one is what makes this fall under the horror genre. Appreciate the reviews. Waiting for word from you Iglsorlndo. So stay tuned for the update!