Disclaimer: Ugh, I'm getting tired of making these, but here goes. NO, I do not own Harry Potter. If you think I do own Harry Potter, you are mistaken…or stupid, one of the two.

Chapter 14 Still not a Hogwarts

Harry landed on the doorstep and quickly slipped past the wards and bounded up to Bernard's room before the Order could have a chance to find him there. Luckily, Bernard's room was so dangerous and completely inaccessible that they wouldn't' even think he could be in there. Harry burst into the room in a frenzy. He quickly reviewed the repertoire of spells in his mind for one that would work.

Remembering it, he hurriedly cast it wandlessly, cursing himself for not remembering about the darned werewolf's sense of smell. A sort of orange glow filled the entire house before disappearing with a flash. Harry smiled. The Order would know he was consistently visiting now, as why else would he cast that spell if he wasn't planning on coming back, but at least they wouldn't know he was living here. Hopefully, they would think he was just coming back to visit in order to get information every now and again.

So, he would need to watch out because they might try and set a trap for him or catch him sneaking around or something. Or maybe not. Dumbledore being the (sorta) crafty thinker he was would probably think leaving Harry alone would raise his trust in the Order and make him more likely to open up.

Not likely.

Harry quickly jumped into the shower before climbing (hair still wet) into bed and falling into exhausted slumber.

The Order rushed into headquarters and quickly brought Lupin into the kitchen. "Remus, this is where you smelled him?" Dumbledore asked quietly, the rest of the Order eerily silent in anticipation.

Lupin sniffed around confusedly. "Yes, but…"

"Why would he come here?" Black interrupted. "He hates us, so why would he visit?" He looked like he had mixed feelings about Harry coming to Grimlaud Place – happy that Harry had an interest in them but confused as to why and mad he hadn't been able to see him. Dumbledore looked at Black knowingly.

"We were an easy source of information. He already had permission to come here, and a wizard as strong as Harry seems to be would have no trouble at all hiding his presence from all of us – even Alistair." Dumbledore turned to Lupin. "Can you smell if he is here now?"

Snape scoffed. "Even that idiot of a boy wouldn't be dumb enough to come here right after we've found him out." Black glared murderously at Snape, and Dumbledore quickly stepped in between them, forcing the two to try and send glares and snide looks at each other around him.

"Uh, um…" Lupin shook his head and appeared to be having a minor meltdown. "I-I can't' smell anything other than a normal wizard could. Y-you're scents-they're all, all gone. As soon as I walked in the door, my senses just…stopped working." Lupin stepped forward dizzily and Black quickly pulled him into a chair. "I-I feel like I've gone blind."

Dumbledore sighed and cleaned his glasses tiredly. "Harry used the scenturna spell (1)."

"The what?" Black asked dumbly.

"The scenturna spell," Lupin answered weakly, still disoriented. "It's an ancient spell, most commonly used hundreds of years ago by sentient magical creatures like werewolves or vampires. The spell erases all scents, rendering any magical beings with advanced senses practically useless.

"It was often used in wars or political offices to keep things on common ground or disorient you enemies. But how on earth would Harry know this spell's incantation? Only the oldest of creatures do, (2) and I've only ever heard of it."

"I don't know," Dumbledore shook his head sadly. "You said he already knew about the prophecy and the horcruxes?"

Lupin nodded his head; they'd picked his brain for information at the Village. "He even seemed to have an idea as to where they might be."

"Wait, a minute," Granger interrupted, "Why would Harry cast this spell?"

At this question, Dumbledore began to smile. "Simple, Miss Granger. He's planning on coming back."

Moody seemed to know what Dumbledore meant. "You're right. Why else would he cast that spell? He's planning to visit again, and why not? Like you said, we're an easy source of information, and we have no way of stopping him. There must be a way to use this to knock some sense into him, at least."

Surprisingly, at this, Mundungus spoke up. This surprised many people as it seemed to be his goal during these meetings to be forced to do or say as little as possible. "Seems ta me that Harry's still got something of a hero complex. You saw him wit that boy, J-Ja-Jack, or whatever. Just make up a fake attack, and he'll come runnin."

Moody eyed Mundungus suspiciously. "Are you suggesting that we trap him?"

Mundungus shook his head fervently under Moody's harsh stare. "No, no! But…ya could at least get him to come here so ya can talk ta him if you do that."

Dumbledore looked as if he frowned on such a back way of doing things but could see no other choice. "Arthur, write up another note for a fake attack and tape it to the chair. Make the location…The Village Number Two, outside the Burrow."

Everyone was moving to do as he said, and Lupin was about to protest when, to everyone's utmost surprise, it was Black who objected. "NO! We can't…we shouldn't. We've already done enough to Harry; can't we let him be? We've done so many things, said so many things, hurtful, hate-filled things… We can't try and force Harry to talk to us and forgive us. We can't try and trick him.

"If Harry needs our help…he'll come to us. No matter how much he hates us, he won't risk innocent lives on hate or pride. We made the mistake of thinking he could do something like that already twice before; we can't make it a third time. Until he comes to us, if we try to force him…it'll only make him hate us more."

Lupin looked at Black with respect and gave him an assuring squeeze on the shoulder. Dumbledore gazed sadly at the two. "I'm sorry, Sirius, but we need to talk to Harry and find out exactly how much he knows and how he knows this. We can't afford any leak in the Order, and we need to get Harry to accept our help."

Black stood up angrily, knocking down the chair he had taken, as did Lupin. "I can't…I won't…I won't be any part of this. Do as you wish, Dumbledore, but I will be back after you fail to trap my godson. He doesn't deserve this. Besides, think about all he's done so far. Do you really think he'll fall for such a pitiful trap? Maybe a little failure will help you see the truth."

Many people gasped at Black so openly dissng the Albus Dumbledore, but Dumbledore just nodded his head sadly as he watched Black and Lupin storm out of the house. You had to do what you had to do. Black had already failed in his duty as a godfather, and, so, this was what he had to do. Unfortunately, this was what Dumbledore had to do. For the greater good…

"Gaaaaahhhh!" Harry bolted upright as he felt Kreacher's thin, bony hands wrap around his shoulders, shaking him awake. Kreacher jumped back as soon as Harry awakened, looking at him respectfully. Harry yawned for a minute and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes before turning to look at the ever awaiting Kreacher. Upon glance, Harry could immediately tell that the elf had something important to say to him.

However, Harry couldn't tell if this news was good or bad, as Kreacher seemed to have a mix of joy, disgust, and dislike on his face. Harry swung his feet off the bed and moved to go sit at the table, pouring himself a bowl of cereal. Kreacher hadn't even prepared breakfast for him; this was big. The elf in question was still staring at Harry respectfully, waiting for him to give the say so to tell his news.

"Good morning, Kreacher," Harry yawned. "Do you have something to tell me?"

The elf immediately began talking, such a large amount of words and enthusiasm spilling out of his mouth that it threatened to deluge Harry. "Whoa, whoa! More slowly!" Harry cautioned, unable to catch a single word.

The elf obliged, just as excited as ever. "Master Harry! You told Kreacher to give word on what happens downstairs, and, oh, so much has happened while Master Harry was asleep!"

"How long was I asleep?"

"Only ten hours, sir, but so much happens!"

"Okay, okay, Kreacher, what happened?"

"The Order met and were discussing the wonderful spell sir put up – good job, sir."

"Thank you, Kreacher," Harry replied, bemused.

"They figured that sir only made the spell because he was planning to come back…stupid fools. They decided to plan a trap for Master Harry! A fake attack with a location where they can find you and capture you! They left a note like before. The cowards."

Harry found himself agreeing silently with Kreacher, the cowards. "Did they say why they wanted to capture me, Kreacher?"

The elf sniffed in disdain. "They said to 'talk' to you."

Harry snorted. Yeah, right. "Did anyone, er, object to this plan?" There was no harm in asking; Harry couldn't help it. Call him a glutton for punishment, but Lupin had been preaching yesterday about wanting to 'help' Harry, so Harry wanted to see if Lupin had been man enough to stand up for him. The elf nodded his head, the odd mixture of joy and disgust still on his face.

"The werewolf and the traitor of the Noble House of Black. The good for nothing scum, disrespecting my mistress at every turn. The-"

"Wait, wait," Harry interrupted. "You mean Remus Lupin and Sirius Black, correct?" The elf nodded. Harry looked at Kreacher in mild shock. He had expected Lupin to maybe say something, but Black too? "W-well, what did they do?"

Kreacher's eyes lit up in glee, erasing all traces of disgust on his face. "They refused to go along with the plan, didn't they? They told off Dumbledore in front of his entire little Order, didn't they? And they left! Refusing to come back until Dumbledore has failed in trying to capture you and decides not to try again! Finally, he is gone!"

The elf clapped his hands happily, but then his ears drooped suddenly. "But wait, this house no longer even has a traitor son of the Noble House of Black in it. Filled with vermin and scum with no business or blood ties to this house."

"But I'm here, Kreacher."

The elf's ears perked up again. "True, true. The master Regulus' one true servant is here. The House is not lost to the vermin yet!" Kreacher then scuttled off to do something, presumably clean, muttering about "filthy mudbloods" and "nasty blood traitors" and "Noble Master Harry, savior of the Noble House of Black."

Darn, and Harry'd thought they'd made progress in not talking to yourself.

Oh, well, Harry chuckled a bit at that last line but sobered immediately at the matter at hand. Black and Lupin had stood up for him, even dissed Dumbledore for him! Harry had no idea how that made him feel. Did they think that by standing up to Dumbledore one time, Harry would just immediately forgive them and trust them…? No, even they weren't that stupid.

Still, Harry couldn't help but feel a tad smug that Dumbledore's Order was finally starting to wise up to him. It seemed Lupin and Black had learned to stop following Dumbledore blindly; after all, that's partly what had led up to them sending Harry to Azkaban. Those people put far too much faith in Dumbledore. Sure, he was smart and powerful and right quite a bit of the time, but he could be wrong. Harry was a living example of this.

Dumbledore was just a light version of Voldemort, manipulating people to try and save lives and do good. But that was still manipulating people, and Harry was done being manipulated, for the greater good or not. It was no wonder Dumbledore was trying to push the killing of Voldemort on to Harry; he knew he couldn't do it. Not after all the evil things he'd had to do and the lives he'd had to destroy. Dumbledore would always be at risk of being persuaded to turn dark by the prospect of power, and so, couldn't be trusted to do away with Voldemort.

You can't use evil to destroy evil. It takes someone pure of heart, innocent, not evil. Harry had been perfect for the job when he had first come to Hogwarts, especially with the prophecy. Harry hated to admit it, but he was still perfect for the job. He had been offered power in exchange of becoming evil; he had been tempted with the prospect of completely ruining those who'd betrayed him.

But he hadn't done it. Harry would never change sides, no matter what happened because that was just the kind of person he was. Harry put away the thoughts of Lupin and Black and morality and, instead, turned to the Order's plan of capturing him.

Harry felt anger rise up in him, threatening to override his senses. Dumbledore was trying to manipulate him. Again. As stated earlier, Harry was done being used. Therefore, since it seems he hadn't been able to get his feelings across clearly before, he needed to make sure they wouldn't forget exactly how he felt anytime soon.

They needed to be taught that Harry was in complete control of his life, and he wasn't letting anyone mess with his life ever again. Harry gave sly grin. Time to get to work.

Harry nearly laughed as he apparated silently and invisibly outside of the Village Number Two. He could see some of the Order waiting in broad daylight for him, acquiring strange stares from the resident muggles. Said Order members looked significantly uncomfortable. It seems they knew they were being used as bait. The only one looking at all comfortable was To-Nymphadora, who looked like she was having a grand old time, humming and playing with her bright purple hair.

Harry glanced around casually, taking in the wards surrounding the town that were meant to alert Dumbledore of any wizard entering and the invisible Order member hidden around town, Dumbledore himself one of them. Sure enough, all of the members were there except for Lupin and Black.

Harry noticed his two ex-best friends sitting over by the fountain in the middle of town, disillusioned, but rather poorly. Freckles seemed to be trying to "put the moves on" Granger, who was stubbornly trying to get him to focus on watching for Harry.

Harry deftly worked his way through the wards undetected and walked over towards where Dumbledore was standing. Grinning evilly, Harry raised his hand and silently cast morsmordia, just like he'd seen Voldemort do so many times through his bond. The response was instantaneous.

Weasley and Granger both tried to pull their wands out at the same time but got tangled up with each other because they were sitting so close together and fell into the ice cold water of the fountain. The rest of the Order was immediately on their feet, wands drawn. Dumbledore stood warily, glancing around. Bill Weasley had been chatting up some muggle girl when Harry had shot the sign in to the sky and had quickly pulled out his wand, frightening the girl into screaming.

Harry immediately took advantage of the situation and yelled in a rather believable girl's voice, "They've got guns!"

The muggles who had already been wary of the Order thanks to their strange clothes instantly took the wands as guns. The women all ran for cover, along with the children ("But I want to watch the guys with guns, Mommy."), while the men began attacking the Order. In mere seconds, the police showed up, trying to subdue the panicking Order. Put simply, it was chaos.

'Ah, the power of suggestion,' Harry thought fondly. 'Impressive response time, too. These police know their stuff.'

Three little words and the panic just grew and grew. Besides, Harry had to admit, it was highly satisfying watching Granger and Weasley get hauled out of the fountain by four policemen like drowned little kittens. And watching two policemen trying to arrest Dumbledore, who was calmly trying to reason with the men who were trying to handcuff him, was down right hilarious.

The note had said there was an attack, so Harry was just making the note true. Laughing, he cast an immobulus charm on the entire town, freezing everyone in their spots. Harry was almost sad to do it – the policemen had been close to pushing Dumbledore face down on the ground in order to "subdue him" – but it was time to reveal himself.

Harry promptly got rid of the powerful invisibility charm on himself, causing the Order's eyes to widen in outrage and the muggles eyes to widen in shock. Except for Dumbledore's; he still looked like this was what he'd expected to happen the entire time. Maybe this was what he'd expected to happen… Crazy old coot.

"Soooo," Harry drawled with a sly but evil looking grin. "I heard you guys were planning to capture me… How's that workin out for you?" The only answer he got were glares. Harry pasted a look cold as ice on his face. "Apparently, I didn't' make myself clear earlier. I have no intention of accepting your help right now, but if and when I do, I will come to you. As it is, I have no reason to come to you for anything; I have plenty of allies who haven't betrayed me I can go to.

"You cannot force me to accept your help. You cannot force me to stop hating you. You are through messing around with my life. Maybe you could all do me a favor and go jump off a cliff. I don't want you in my life; you don't deserve to be in my life.

"You never thought of me as Harry; you only thought of me as the Boy-Who-Lived, some expendable tool you could just use and dispose of whenever you wished. Even after all I went through, year after year, you only seemed to care about whether or not I was okay to keep fighting, not if I myself was okay.

"I wasn't okay. I was never truly okay. How do you think it felt knowing that everyone I loved cared more about themselves and what I would do for them than for me? But it doesn't matter anymore; I'm done with that. I have a real family now, one that would never betray me, you Judas Iscariot wannabes."

Harry glanced around at the chaos he'd created and smiled coldly. The Order looked utterly devastated, and Dumbledore looked shocked at Harry's harsh words. "And now, it is time for me to go."

Immediately, the wizards' and witches' eyes widened in horror as Harry turned to leave without unfreezing them. Harry looked back over his shoulder and smirked. "Don't worry, you little traitors. I'm sure the ministry will get an anonymous heads up to your situation sometime soon. But then again, I've been in Azkaban for the past three and a half years, so my sense of 'soon,' 'much, much later,' and 'never' may be a little screwed up. Have fun waiting."

Harry gave another chilling smile and a small wave before apparating away with a pop. Why let them know he could apparate silently? He couldn't give away all his secrets, now could he?

Author's Note: (1) I made this spell up, in case you couldn't tell, which you really should have been able to.

(2) Dementors are the easiest excuse for anything, aren't they?

Short chapter, I know, and not really any but development, and I updated a little later than the once a week I was going for, but it's because I put a new oneshot, so please click on my profile and read it. It took me forever to write this one (over 10,000 words, a record for me). Anyway, the next chapter will be longer, will have much more plot development, and guess what? A little sneak preview. I've always wanted to give a sneak preview for some reason.

Harry gaped and looked up at the dementor on top of him in complete surprise. "Juan? What're you doing here?'

"I," Juan stated, climbing off Harry and pulling Harry up, "Am here to save your ungrateful, idiotic, hero-complexed but."

Really short preview, but I hope you liked it! Bye!