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Summary: After rescuing Sirius from the dementors in third year Harry realizing how easily he has been manipulated by Dumbledore after he gets sent back to the Dursley´s for another summer, he snaps, how will the existing world react when they understand the boy they once worshiped will become their destruction.
Soooo hoping this chapter has been worth the wait please not I have a little note at the end that is important so if you wouldn't mind having a looksee please explains a lot. Oh also I just wanted to say to my regular reviewers thank you soooo much for your continued support, means an awful lot please continue, *wink wink, nudge nudge hehe. Vernieklein: cheers for the much needed support, and so far happens just before his birthday but he will be fourteen pretty much now :-P. Dragonsrule18: they are going to be enemies at first….. And that's all I'm going to give you as I don't want to ruin it for you but there has always got to be a little sexual tension between rivals ;-). littlesprout: cheers love glad you're enjoying, Draco will, and this I promise be in the next chapter, and will 100% be paired with Draco, the ages of the group are 14yrs old for Neville, Theo, Pansy and now Harry, and the twins I believe to be 16yrs old. And to ibterismith, Arisa Tokudome, Mila Pink, and KatelinSalLovesReading1: ever so glad you like, I hope this is up to standard please don't be afraid to give me your opinions and please enjoy the long awaited chapter 6…
Chapter 6-
All he could hear was a strange buzzing. His head felt as though it had been stuffed with cotton wool, set on fire then stuffed again. Harry slowly tried to open his eyes, only managing to crack them open slightly, enough to see his surroundings as if through fuzzy glass. He heard his name being called from a distance away, he couldn't tell who it was.
He stuck his tongue out trying in vain to wet his mouth and lips, groaning as he tried to force his body into a sitting position, to force his way out of the fog that had invaded his brain, feeling bandages encasing him, he had to resist the urge to start laughing, it would be suspicious, best wait until later when he was safe, besides laughing would hurt.
The young man felt a hand being pressed down on his chest, pushing him back down into a horizontal position, allowing his head to fall back onto the pillow he groaned again, the pain had begun to seep back, it was sheer agony. He didn't know how on earth it was possible to feel so many levels of pain, from bone deep aches to paper cut stings. Everywhere. The guys had really done a number on him, a good number, hopefully it would be enough to convince the idiots of the school and the ministry to accept his sob story and allow him certain, well liberties.
He felt a hand comb through his hair and shuddered at the unfamiliar touch, that wasn't one of his pack, that he knew for sure, but who was it, no one touched him like this bar his 'pack' (as Pansy had named them, werewolf thing he guessed not that he or any of the others had had an issue with the name, they'd all felt a surge of warmth after she'd told them how they felt to her, they all had a new family), no one ever dared, he was too much of a, legend he supposed, untouchable. But despite that someone had the nerve to stroke his head, he felt absolutely indignant, the nerve of it.
He coughed trying to draw attention to the fact he was feeling a bit like the Sahara at that point, and to hopefully get the person to stop touching him to his displeasure, the person started stroking his face, he had to bite his tongue so he wouldn't growl at the touch. He then decided to try a different tact, "water" he managed to croak out, or that's what he tried it came out more "ugther", not quite what he wanted to say but close enough.
"Oh Albus, quickly he's waking up," the voice called, it came from the woman (that he'd just worked out from the voice) and she still hadn't stopped touching his face, surely there were rules about these things he huffed to himself angrily, "I think he wants something, but I didn't understand, I think I'll give him a drink see if that helps his throat somewhat." He almost rolled his eyes at that, but thankfully as she moved her hand left his face to pour a drink of water for him.
He heard a rustle of cloth as someone came up to the side of the bed where he lay, "Harry my boy, can you hear me at all?" the voice of the headmaster was clearer than that of the woman, he resisted the urge to throttle the old man as it would give the game away, and also he didn't think he could even move at this point, let alone damage the cretin.
He huffed loudly this time, and tried to speak again. As he open his mouth to speak the irritating woman who had been seated next to him plonked the glass in front of his mouth and tipped it into his mouth, he barely had time to swallow the cooling liquid, most of it dribbled down the sides of his mouth and his chin. If he were in any other state he wouldn't have allowed anyone to feed him anything, but desperate times and all that.
Harry coughed again, he felt much better after that. He cautiously opened his eyes slightly weary of the blinding light that had assaulted him earlier, it was better, relaxing slightly he opened his eyes to Dumbledore and Mrs Weasly hovering over him, if he could have he would have shrunk back into the bed.
"What's going on?" he asked as though bewildered, "why are you here headmaster?" he looked around himself, "where am I sir? What happened? I remember getting back for the holidays but," he trailed off doing his best to look lost and confused.
He truly believed that the look of sorrow that entered the old gits face was genuine, after all he'd lost some of his blasted chess pieces after all, the ones that had been instated to keep Harry in his rightful place after all, "I'm so sorry my boy, we only just found you, you've been in a coma for the past few weeks in a muggle hospital, their pollys? Muggle aurors." He turned to Harry in query.
"I think you mean police sir" he managed to keep the look of bemusement off his face at the stupidity of the situation, here was Dumbles telling him this 'bad' news and he quizzes Harry on the correct wording? He really was mental.
"Yes, yes. Harry they found you and you relatives in privet drive in a terrible state," he paused to look closely at Harry trying to gauge his reactions the young man supposed. "Someone or someone's had broken into your house and, there is no easy way to put this I'm afraid Harry, they murdered your family," he paused as if to give Harry some time to let the words sink in, inwardly dancing with glee he looked up to the headmaster and allowed his mouth to fall open as though in shock. "The police were called by a concerned neighbour who heard some strange noises the night before and went round to check on them in the morning, the door was wide open as though bashed in and found you family in the kitchen. They were all dead by the time the healers, um doctors is it not? Well they arrived too late to save them, but they found you on the stairs beaten and unconscious."
"But how?" Harry questioned, "Why? I don't understand why anyone would hurt them everyone respects them in surrey, they're a model family, what the rest strive to be like" he forced himself to use present tense so as to seem more in shock, he allowed his eyes to water slightly, clearly (to his audience) holding back tears, "I can't understand why they would have been hurt, are you sure it was them headmaster?"
He saw a flicker of excitement in the old bastards eyes before the old fool schooled his features into a convincing mask, he was certain that this would only help put the boy back under his control, even further than before. "I'm afraid so Harry, you see we had Madame Pomfrey go and examine them for you so that we were all certain, and she has proven, beyond a doubt that yes, it was you family," Harry mentally put the healer on the list to be wary of, she may have been extremely caring if a little stern and she seemed to have a wonderful little soft spot for Harry, but if Dumbles trusted her to go and check the corpses without the old man looking over her shoulder, then what else was she entrusted to, best not find out, Dumbledore began his spiel again, " you were then taken to a hospital, and we have only just managed to track you down, we were alerted by a friend that you were no longer there and what had occurred with you family, however after we found you we took you away and have been tending to your wounds here, fortunately you will not have too many scars as we got to you in time before that happened." He beamed at the young man as though he had found the cure for dragon pox.
"So what happens now sir?" he began leading up to his argument, he needed to get it into motion, "I mean what am meant to do now?"
"My boy we have considered all the options and have decided that you will be living with the Weasly's from here on out, that's why Molly is here, she's very happy to have you joining her family and wanted to spend time with her newest son." He began beaming again as though Harry would be pleased.
The dark haired young man shot up "NO!" he shouted, he relished the looks of shock on both the adults faces, and even more pleasure from the hints of anger and frustration from Dumbles, "I won't do it, I only put people in danger, I refuse to let anyone else get hurt because of me, I'm not worth it." He let his voice trail off and crack at the end, he looked into Dumbledore's eyes with a look of fear and pain, allowing only those emotions to run through his mind as he felt the invasive probe of legimency skim his surface thoughts and feeling, he could see then the old man was pleased, Harry seemed as pliant and self-sacrificing as per usual so he had no fear of rebellion from the weapon he so painstakingly built up.
"Ah Harry my boy, you won't put them in danger, Molly and Arthur are two fully trained wizards and can look after themselves so you don't have to worry about a thing, I promise."
"First my parents who were themselves fully trained wizards, then the Dursley's, I can't do that to another family, my life isn't worth anyone else's, please understand sir, please isn't there anyway to live by myself I do have all the money in my vault I could surely afford to live alone." He finished looking pleadingly up to the fool.
"I don't think that would be in anyone's best interest," Dumbledore stated, the young man almost scoffed at the wording, yeah your best interest he thought angrily, "I think our best solution is where you accept the Weasly's very kind offer of hospitality."
Harry almost growled, he hated that the old man was trying to force his will on him, he almost smirked as he had a little brain wave, the minister of course that could solve everything, he'd write to Fudge, after all he'd been so willing to help him out with his aunt so maybe if he asked for a favour the man might be willing to pull a few strings after all to be in Harry Potter's debt, this could work very well indeed, so he forced his face into a resigned expression "sir I'm sorry but I will have to think about it, I'm just worried" the old man seemed to think he'd won the argument, this was almost too easy now he just needed to find some parchment.
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The whole plan went quicker than expected, after all it was the quiddich world cup this summer, in the next week in fact, but Minister Fudge had been quick to respond to Harry's 'plea' for help. He had sent the man a letter that was filled with the right amount of respect mixed with a hint of begging and subtle promises to back the man up at the next election. After all the man was simply put a leech, but that was beside the point, almost all the plans for him emancipation were ready or at least almost set, he should be free as a bird before the Yule holidays came around.
Harry lay back on his bed in the hospital wing with his hands behind his head, he felt so triumphant that his plan was so ruddy successful, after all it may have been an awesome plan but still he was only just fourteen and it had fooled everyone, he wanted his pack to share in a celebration but that would be impossible until the new term started, he sat up with a grin he needed to fly, it was time to whack out his firebolt.
He slid out of his bed an crept over to the end of the bed where his newly recovered trunk was being kept, it was getting dark outside so hopefully no one would notice Harry slipping out to the pitch or see him in the air. He opened the lid and felt a shimmer of magic, he cursed, "the bloody wanker," he hissed out furiously, the 'esteemed' headmaster had put a ward on his trunk that alerted him to Harry's movements, he growled loudly almost sounding like Siri in his animagus form, he quickly grabbed out the photo album that was half buried under his robes and slipped back into his bed not bothering to shut the trunk for later he lay himself back onto the mountain of pillows he had accumulated and flipped open the album, he then grabbed some of the tender skin on his leg where there was an almighty bruise still and pinched, hard, he felt tears of agony spring into his eyes just as the idiot man hurried into the room, the black haired boy looked up at the old fool with tears in his eyes then back down to his album allowing the newly formed tears to leak onto the pages as he gazed down at the pictures of his parents holding him tightly.
He sniffed loudly and tried to appear as though he were embarrassed by the tears, 'trying' to wipe them away he looked at Dumbledore and gave him a watery smile, "Hi headmaster, was there something you wanted?" he honestly wanted to laugh at the expression on the old goats face, how on earth could he be classed as such a great wizard when a boy Harry's age could fool him so easily, it was almost sad, almost.
"Are you alright my boy?"
"I guess so sir, I just wanted to see their faces, and just I don't know, see if looking at them could help me feel less torn, less lonely." Harry allowed more tears to trickle down his cheeks at this, "I'm so tired of this sir, I mean what am I meant to do, everything I touch is destroyed, anything good taken from me, what's the point of me even being here when I keep causing so much pain and suffering, maybe it would be better if I hadn't been born." He almost shouted the last bit trying his best not to throw up at this self-deprecating speech, it was awful how Dumbles was just drinking it up.
"I'm sorry you feel this way child, but suffering is part of life, and all you need to do is make sure that their sacrifices weren't in vain, you must live and become what you know your parents would want you to be, become the man they would be proud to call son, I know for one I am already proud of who you are already." The bumblebee smiled down, his grandfatherly persona shining in his eyes.
I wonder if I threw holy water on you you'd burn harry growled in his mind, what he said however was, "really sir? You think they would be proud of me as well? Thank you, you have no idea how much it means to me that your proud of who I am, I hope I won't ever let you down sir." Harry looked the man in the eye hoping that his 'happiness' was shining through as he adopted a puppy like expression.
Dumbledore grinned I have him, now all I need is to build him back up into the unknowing lamb he needs to be, "of course my boy, how could they not be proud, and anytime, anytime and if you need to talk just let me know, there's always time for a cup of tea and a nice little chat. After all with my age comes many lifetimes of experiences, it would be a waste not to share it and give advice where I can."
"if you're sure that won't be a problem sir that would be wonderful, I mean Ron and Hermione are wonderful but sometime I don't think they really understand what I mean or can give me the advice I need, I just feel like I have had no one to really talk to" Harry forced a bit of redness onto his cheeks after all he was still a teenage boy, being embarrassed about feeling was perfectly normal. He was certain, well pretty sure.
"It's not a problem at all, I've always considered you to be a sudo* grandchild of mine after all I was one of the first to hold you after your birth you know." Harry gaped. What. The. Actual. Fuck. This was getting weird now,
"I never knew sir," he gritted out in false amazement, hiding his fury, "not to seem ungrateful but was there anything else you wanted I kind of wanted to get some more sleep, I'm always so tired, he rubbed the back of his neck in a sheepish manner.
"Yes actually, the Weasly's have kindly offered to take you to the quiddich world cup that's in a few days the final is being held soon and Arthur managed to get hold of some tickets for the family, yourself and Hermione included.
"The world cup?" harry didn't have to fake the surprised gasp, "they really want me to come along?" Harry grinned happily, it looked like he'd be seeing some of his pack much earlier than expected after all.
"Of course my boy, they consider you part of the clan now," the old man smiled at the boy, "and what are families for if not to look out for and take care of each other,"
"I can't thank you enough sir," harry stated being truthful for the first time in a while, (after all it was a free pass out of the infirmary going to see the sport he loved with two members from his pack), it would be hard for his life to get better that this.
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He felt like dancing, today was the day he was leaving Hogwarts infirmary ad was going to go and see his brothers, he couldn't keep the smile of his face, even in the presence of the nurse and Dumbles, his excuse when they gave him a funny look was he couldn't wait to see the Weasly's, especially his two best friends which of course they took to mean Ron and Hermione, it was entertaining when people heard what they wanted to.
They were waiting in the headmasters office, waiting for some of the Weasly's to pop through, Harry attempted to drink the tea that was on the desk for him, but he was far to hyper to really care, besides goodness knows what the crazy fool put in it, it smelt a little bit funky if he was being honest with himself, then he suddenly heard the familiar sound of the fireplace roar to life from floo powder and almost jumped out of his chair onto the twin that stepped through first, he hated he couldn't greet them properly but it was simply amazing just seeing the both, as the second twin stepped through, the twins gave each other an indecipherable glance and shrugged, then both dove at him and as one swung him around then squished him into a sandwich, "good to see you up and walking little brother" Fred whispered,
"definitely, I wanted to throw up last time I saw you," George said at the same pitch, then louder he said, "look at our itty bitty harry, he's grown so tall," he mock acted wiping a tear from his eye,
""well as tall as a midget can get I guess," Fred continued in all seriousness,
"I swear you may have some dwarf blood in…"
"…you, good sir, after all short…"
"…but surprisingly stocky, and of course let us not forget..."
"…that hideous dwarven temper of yours…"
Harry swiped at the closest twin who nimbly danced out of the way grinning, the other spun harry around and twisted him so he had no choice but to lean into the taller boys arm as one leg flew into the air in a surprising recreation of a ballroom dance move, the twin then winked roguishly and promptly let harry go, the green eyed boy let out a surprised squeak as he fell. Straight into the arms of the other twin how spun him again but this time righted him into a standing position.
"…see gred, this is why we should always accompany the elders when it comes to a…"
"…Harry Potter rescue mission, we are just fantastic when it comes to comic relief that…"
"…no one can be in a bad mood when super Gred and uber Forge are on…"
"…the job..."
The adults looked dizzy trying to keep up with the banter flowing between the two boys, so decided very quickly to talk amongst themselves and to try and ignore anything else pertaining to the red-haired menaces. They seemed to be discussing Harry and safety measures and other such rot so Harry winked at them and called out, "just going to make sure I've packed everything be back in a minute" they were waved off and so the three of them scurried back to the infirmary.
When they reached the medical rooms harry waved his hand checking for any sort of listening device or similar, finding some odd signatures around the room he waved his hand again, this time raising a silencing ward. He wouldn't trust the old man as far as he could throw Hagrid.
"So," he started lamely, "how have you been?" he got a clout round the ear for his efforts.
"I'll tell you how we've been, mister 'oh yes this is a brilliant twatish plan' we have been worried sick, literally, you went missing, how…"
"…the bleeding' hell are we meant to deal with that, we all hurt you so badly, and then nada, you disappear of the face of the earth..."
"…this entire thing is screwed up and were pissed at you, and ourselves if were honest…"
"…if we'd have known this would happen you can bet you cotton socks that there is no…"
"…sodding way that we would have helped you..."
Harry looked guiltily down at the floor, "sorry guys, but honestly id do it again, it's working perfectly, Fudge is literally bending rules to help me out and by yule I'll be a free agent, so nothing to worry about I promise you,"
The twins sniffed in unison, it was really quite fascinating, "yes well doesn't mean well ever help again."
Harry grinned at them, hopefully that's the only time that will be necessary, okay I do love you guys, "he beamed up at the boys, they both jumped when they saw the adults walk into the room and harry surreptitiously waved his hand to dissipate the spell.
"time to go boys," Arthur said with a kind smile, "I think we should get back quickly after all I'm sure the others are just as eager if not more so to see Harry, the twins rolled their eyes, and George turned his back on the group as though to pick something up and mouth 'Ginny', Harry went slightly pale, he'd forgotten about her creepy stalker tendencies if he was honest and the thought of having to deal with that at this point in time was really quite depressing, he sighed and grabbed the handle to the trunk, hoisted it up and then was promptly knocked out of the way by Fred who grabbed the handle and started dragging it away towards the office, it was time to head out, Harry squared his shoulders for his greatest challenge yet.
A/N: IMPORTANT PLEASE READ; okay I just wanted to apologise for the extremely late update, my baby broke! Aka my ever faithful laptop died, and apparently it was the end, so last little while filled with trying to recover my docs of the hard drive, then buying a new laptop (sob sob goodbye money) and rewriting the chapter which hurt me greatly, I've also decided I'm not going to update this until I have finished the entire story as it is ridiculously hard to try and do this weekly, soooooo I'll write it all up then depending on reviews and suck ill update faster and or slower as I decide mwuhaha. I jest but still don't expect another update for at leastttt a few months, I apologise but there you have it.
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