A/N- I do not own Harry Potter
"Parseltongue
Chapter 3
One week after term
Albus Dumbledore was having a very bad week. According to Moody, whom had been watching the Dursley's home, Harry Potter had never arrived back to Number 4 Privet Drive at the end of the year. None of Harry's friends had heard anything from him after the train ride to London, and Ms. Granger couldn't be located either.
This was all very troubling for Albus. If something had happened to Harry, all would be lost. He had to be the one to defeat Voldermort, no one else could. But if Harry simply hadn't returned to the Dursley's, all of his planing would be at risk.
Albus Dumbledore had carefully plotted Harry's life so that he wouldn't become the next Dark Lord, so that he became the Hero of the Light. He had placed Harry in a home he knew was abusive, under the pretense of them being his only living relatives, so that Harry would see the wizarding world as his salvation. He told no one about the Potters switching secret-keepers so that Sirius wouldn't be able to take Harry in. He had co-ordinated with Molly Weasley so that Harry would become friends with a family that had firmly followed the Light. He had used both the Weasleys and Hagrid to prejudice Harry from Slytherin so that Harry would not be in that house. And he had taken James invisibility cloak just so he could give it to Harry for his first Christmas.
The results had been that by the end of Harry's first year, he trusted and looked up to Dumbledore. From then on it had been easy to control Harry, and guide him in the direction necessary.
So Albus had the Order madly searching the country for Harry. According to Snape, Voldermort had not captured him, or yet heard of his disappearance. Albus was determined to keep it that way.
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One Month Later
Kingsley Shackbolt watched as two figures apparated onto the street. One was dressed in a black, hooded cloak. The other was wearing a white, hooded cloak.
Shackbolt drew his wand. Dumbledore had tasked him with watching over the Dursleys while Harry was missing. Albus was afraid that if Voldermort found out Harry was missing, he would attack the Dursleys. And although these two didn't look like Deatheaters, he didn't trust him.
The two figures stopped walking halfway down the street. And what Harry heard next chilled him to the bone. One of the figures began to hiss, speaking parseltongue. The other hissed back, this unnerved the auror, as the only two known parseltongue's alive where Harry Potter and Voldermort.
The two figures conversed in parseltongue for a few moments before the black hooded one looked right at Shackbolt.
The last thing Kinsley Shackbolt remembered before he blacked out where a pair of yellow eyes.
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Harry looked down on the petrified form of Kingsley Shackbolt.
"It's a shame he had to be the one on duty," Harry said.
Hermione looked at him from under the hood of her white cloak. "Yes, but why did you petrify him? Shackbolt is one f the top Aurors. I would of liked to try out some of the new spells your mum taught us."
Harry chuckled. "Speaking of which." He turned to face Number four. "Let's get inside. Mum said she'd meet us in there after we secured my relatives."
"Any idea what she plans to do?"
Harry shook his head. "All I know is that she'll deal with Petunia. Uncle Vernon and Dudley are for us. Which would you like?"
Hermione thought for a moment. "Which one caused you the most pain?"
"That would be Vernon."
"Then I'll take Dudley." Hermione drew her wand.
"Knock, Knock," Harry said happily.
Hermione blew down the front door.
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"Petrified?" McGonagall asked. "You mean like the students where four years ago?"
"Precisely," Dumbledore explained to the gathered room. The entire Order of the Phoenix, minus Kingsley Shackbolt who had been taken to St. Mungo's, was gathered in the kitchen of Number 12 Grimmauld Place.
Moody looked at everyone. "That wasn't the worst of it. As Dumbledore was checking on Shackbolt, I went in to check on the Dursley's."
"What do you mean?" Remus asked. The werewolf was already stressed due to his condition. Harry's disappearance wasn't helping him any.
Moody looked at Dumbledore before answering. "I don't know what happened to Petunia. Couldn't get anything out of her even with Legilimancy. She kept muttering 'I'm sorry. I'm sorry,' over and over again. Dudley had every bone in his body broken, and was placed under the cruciatus." Several gasp where heard around the room.
Moody took in a deep breath. "But Vernon...I ain't never seen anything like it." he gulped. "Cruciatus cursed. Gutted. Healed. Burned. Healed. Whoever did this, tortured him to the brink of death. Healed him. Then started over. He was castrated, had all his nails pulled out, stabbed repeatedly, eventually they skinned him alive. Then they fucking healed him. I never seen anything like it."
Molly ran out of the room covering her mouth.
"Personally I think they deserved it," Tonks said. "We all know how they treated Harry."
"Tonk!" Dumbledore bellowed. "Their treatment of Harry may not have been ideal, but it kept him alive."
Remus shook his head. "It' doesn't matter anymore. Unless we find Harry, and Hermione, we can't say whether or not they are safe." he sighed. "Will the Dursley's recover?"
Dumbledore rubbed his forehead. "I have no idea. They are being treated at St. Mungo's currently. If they do recover, they have to obliviated."
"And if not?" Arthur asked.
"It is very possible that they all may spend the rest of their lives in the closed ward."
"And Shack?" Tonks asked, worried for her co-worker.
"He'll recover," Moody growled. "All they did to him was petrify him. If we're lucky he'll be able to tell us who petrified him."
"If there is nothing else," Dumbledore said, "then this meeting is adjourned."
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Remus walked up the steps to his room in Grimmauld Place. The place was so much emptier since Sirius' death. He missed his old friend so much.
He had let Sirius down, James and Lily too. Harry had gone missing, under his very nose.
Remus was shocked when he opened the door to his bedroom. Sitting at the head of his bed was a snowy whit owl.
Hedwig had a letter tied to her leg.
