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Chapter 68
Dying truth 1
Voldemort was troubled. Dean Thomas, one of his brightest was beginning to get out of control. Bellatrix, was among the very few whom could control him somewhat when she was sentient. In the young man's experimentation to somehow bring her out of the induced nightmare, he has tested his ideas on many a one that he has driven insane.
With messy results...
Yes they were muggles, but at the rate the former Gryffindor was going through them? Well that was troubling to say the least. Bellatrix, even at her worst, would never do this much damage to a body, but yet Dean reveled in it.
But at the moment it was worse.
Now days did not go bye where, the young man did not emerge immaculate. But covered in blood and other things...things that sometimes still moved...
Even now, he could hear the screams from the directions of the testing chambers that Dean commandeered for himself in the slowly emerging palace that was once the Riddle Manor. Screams that would last well into the night, if he did not place silencing wards upon the doors himself during that period of slumber.
Although he was infinitely more powerful, then his chief torturer at the moment, what he did not have in power. Dean Thomas made up for in deviousness and that is what is making Voldemort worry.
He was not a stupid wizard; he was one who knew that a well placed trap or spell. Can catch someone off guard far better, when one doesn't expect it...
And Dean as he was mentally was very capable of making one when a wizard least expects it...
Hogwarts
Albus, despite feeling ill from the poisonous effects of the one Horcux, he had managed to destroy looked out at the others in the meeting he had arranged. Many of them have yet to know he was dying. Only his closest advisors like Minerva, Hermione and Ron know of his illness.
Snape has suspicions those few times he could get away, but because of the demand the Dark Lord has on him, it has become increasingly difficult to leave on some excuse. Still it was time to tell the others.
Hearing thoughts and worries steadily increasing, the older man was stunned as Harry emerged alongside the three whom are now his own closest advisors when it came to dealings. Sirius, Remus, and the Wolf leader Alexander...
"Albus, why are we here?" Asked one of the newer members, a young woman named Elizabeth Tyler. She had come from the American ministry to aide the British resistance against Voldemort. It seemed that even now the Americans agreed that at least half the Ministry there were pretty much on the payrolls of many of Voldemort's supporters with out realizing it.
Or realizing it and not giving a damn.
Because regardless of being a wizard...there is one thing more powerful then magic and that's money in any way shape or form.
"I have an announcement I must make." The elderly wizard said quietly. "It is one I have hoped to avoid, but I can no longer avoid it."
The pain and agony in his voice that he had so carefully hidden before was clearly evident now. Even more to the fact, as he sat down, the condition of his hand was visible. It was beyond simply black as if in a bruise. His hand seemed to actually be almost decaying on his very body.
And pulling up his sleeve, the people in the room just looked in horror as it spread.
"No..."
Giving a small sigh, he looks to Harry whom studies it with a sickened look to his face. "Due to something that right now, I have only shared with those who have the ability to possibly destroy the others. I am dying..."
"Albus!"
"No! You can't!"
"We need you!"
"How can we face the Dark Lord without to lead us if Harry Potter won't!"
Hearing the words band desperation being screamed out to the elderly man, Alexander gets a look on his face as does the others. The disgust was clearly evident as he screamed...
"ENOUGH!"
Startled by the scream the four men had all eyes on them. Alexander radiating a fury unlike any have seen before. Even those that had managed to flee the Dark Lord, trembled as the anger seemed to seep from every pore in his body. His eyes a radiant golden yellow like that of a wolf, he moved to the center in front of everyone and growled out loudly.
"You weak fools..." Alexander growled out as he overlooked the various witches and wizards in the room. "Are you that bloody weak as to put all that you are on a solitary person? I didn't necessarily believe at first that all of you were that weak minded, but now hearing your cries for a leader god... I am surprised the Wolfing came back to help save your sorry hides, even with what you did to him. Because you are quite frankly doing it again..."
"Who the hell are you?!"
"What right do you have!"
"SILENCE!" Alexander shouted out. The power flowing from his words, allows the Wolf to speak out more as it sounds almost primal. Albus for some reason smiles and says nothing as all this goes on. Minerva and the other teachers pleading with him to stop this, he shakes his head.
"He is right." Albus said softly. His voice is concise and clear despite the pain in it. "Look back at before, before the trial. All of you look back and then see what you are doing now. You are placing all your hopes in me, when I do not need it."
Stepping forward now, Harry looks almost thoughtful now as he speaks. Looking at Alexander who offers him a smile, the young man talks...
"There is a muggle movie; I have recently had the honor to watch on television the other day. It is one where the words one character stated seemed to resonate with me. I can't save the entire world. It's to much pressure, to big a chance to fail...but I can save two of them and succeed."
The people look around at one another in confusion as Harry speaks. But as his and Albus's words start to sink in, some of them realize what they state and shame starts to appear now in their eyes. Among them the Creevys...the two brothers whom before had been very much as Harry and the others described before. They silence the others who protest with simple gazes as they nod their heads and speak. Coming from those whom had been the strongest in their hopes and dreams...
What they said next shocked many...
"Think about it...we put all the pressure on him before to save us all and what happened... we buckled and lost Harry. We lost him when we allowed ourselves to be swayed so easily by a simple plot that turned us into a weapon that made the world we have now. Now look all of you put all your hopes your pressure on Dumbledore to fix everything...wanting him to desire to save all of us when Harry could not or would not do it and Albus is dying. Dying from the pressure we put on him."
Somehow as he sat back down, the words now had the effect of opening the eyes of many, all at once. Even Minerva and the others whom had been after Albus to get Harry to join the Order, found themselves shamefaced even worse, then when the idea that the prophecy had already been fulfilled was proven to be plausible...
"What do we now?"
"You stand up for yourselves." Alexander growled out. "Don't expect help to get there right away. Use your wand fight back buy time for those who can help to arrive but until they come don't just stay there...do what you can to save those you love. You may not be able to save everyone, but you can save those who count..."