Author: HatefulRodeo

Story: Harbinger

Notes: Harry-Bear's POV this time! THANKS TO ALL WHO FAV'D, FOLLOWED AND REVIEWED! Enjoy Lovelies!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I will make no money from the posting of this fic.

Previously:

Harry was strong and getting stronger but seeing Dumbledore and hearing what the man had done would hurt his charge more than the green eyed male would ever admit. The snakelike man wanted to be there to support his ward as well as revel in the old man's destruction.

Things were coming along nicely; Harry was happy and engaged, Lucius and Severus would soon be married and he would be running the wizarding world. Soon everything he had worked for in his life would be within his reach and he would grab it and hold on with all his strength.

A knock on his door drew him out of his thoughts, calling for Severus to enter he straightened in his chair. The tall raven entered giving him a deep bow when he made it to the front of the desk, waving off the unnecessary bow the crimson eyed man spoke; "Is it time?"

"It is my Lord. Harry is waiting for us at the entrance to the dungeons." The Dark Lord nodded and stood, making his way quickly toward the entrance to the cells. They would question their three guests today and hopefully they would get more information to use against Dumbledore. They may not be using violence anymore but they could always undercut the old coot in other ways.

~~~~~~*********Chapter 27*********~~~~~~

Harry waited patiently for Severus and Marvolo to come and meet him so they could question their guests; he was not confident they would know much. Dumbledore never truly divulged his plans, only meted out enough information for his minions to do their jobs and not get killed and sometimes the old coot didn't even do that.

But it would be remiss not to question them just because the chance of gaining new information was slim. The sound of two pairs of soft footfalls brought Harry's green eyes up and he smiled at his Uncle and Father figures; "Ready Severus, My Lord?"

Two curt nods were his answer and Marvolo stepped forward to disassemble the wards over the dungeon door. Harry felt the wards shudder and part for them, without hesitation the Dark Lord stepped through the entry Severus following with Harry bringing up the back.

As before the cells were blacked out, not allowing the people inside to see who was traversing the dark hall. Harry was intrigued as to whom they would be questioning first; he hoped it would be Arthur or Kingsley. No offense to Bill but Harry wanted to know if the two elder males knew what was happening to him when he was stuck with his muggle relations.

Voldemort stopped in front of one of the heavy doors, a raised hand was pressed to the door and the lock disengaged allowing them entrance into the room. Harry was the last in and he was pleased to see Kingsley lying on the small cot in the corner. When the chocolate skinned man's brown eyes met Harry's form they widened in shock.

"Harry is that truly you? Merlin are you alright? They haven't hurt you?" Harry forgave Kingsley his completely unnecessary, and quite stupid, questions. "I'm well Kingsley, I am cared for here with my Lord and my fellows. Now it is time for us to ask the questions."

The dark skinned man seemed to brace himself when Severus pulled his wand only to relax when the dark haired man conjured a stiff backed wooden chair. With a swift movement Severus stunned and levitated Kingsley from the bed to the chair, binding him to it before he whispered, "Ennervate."

Shacklebolt jolted awake and took a moment to inspect himself for injuries the Dark Lord chuckled at the man's surprised expression when he saw he was unharmed; "My dear Kingsley Shacklebolt we will not harm you. So rest assured we are here to ask questions and nothing more."

Harry watched Kingsley eyes; the suspicion was running high in those dark cocoa orbs but it was quickly masked as the Auror blanked his expression and gave a nod for them to get on with it. The Dark Lord nodded to Severus who stepped forward to administer three drops of Veritaserum to Kingsley's tongue, shockingly the dark skinned man did not fight Severus when he opened his mouth.

Harry's respect for the captured man rose; Kingsley may be many things but he was cool in dire situations and was not a coward but an honorable man; how honorable would remain to be seen. Once the serum was given Snape stood back and the Dark Lord conjured three cushy chairs for the three of them.

They took their seats and made themselves comfortable and when Kingsley's face went a bit slack and his eyes glazed Harry knew the truth serum was working. The Dark Lord looked at Harry and nodded, letting him know he would step back and let Harry ask his questions first.

Clearing his throat the green eyed teen leaned forward; "Kingsley." When the man's blank stare met his own Harry continued; "Did you know that Dumbledore was stealing from me?" Leaning back he waited for the answer.

In a dull deadened tone Kingsley responded; "I did not." Satisfied Harry moved on; "Did you know that Ron, Ginny and Hermione were not my true friends?" Another dead reply of, "I did not," was given. Nodding Harry continued; "Did you know about the abuse I suffered when I was at the Dursleys?"

Shacklebolt took a minute to answer but he eventually did; "I had my suspicions that they did not treat you well and I approached Dumbledore several times to express my concern for you. Every time Dumbledore would write you a letter to ask if you were okay and when I saw him next he would show me a letter from you saying you were well just bored and your Uncle was too strict."

Harry's eyes slit in anger when he heard Kingsley's words; how dare Dumbledore! Pushing his anger aside, he would vent it later on Ronald, Harry focused on the rest of Kingsley's answer. It seemed the man did care for him and wanted to help him but once again an offer of help was stymied by Dumbledore.

That the old bastard lied to Kingsley and forged a letter that was obviously not from Harry's hand was just par for the course at this point. It seemed just when he thought Dumbledore couldn't be, or do, any worse the old coot proved him wrong. The old manipulator was truly depraved and at this point nothing should surprise Harry.

Sighing Harry looked to the Dark Lord and nodded, stepping back and letting his father figure continue on with the questioning. The crimson eyed male's gaze turned back to Kingsley; "Shacklebolt, tell me do you know of any safe houses that the Order uses?"

The dark skinned man looked to the Dark Lord and answered; "I do not. We were not given that information as we had Number Twelve and it was under Fidelius Charm so our safety was thought to be assured." Voldemort looked like he was expecting this but pressed on anyway; "Do you know of any spies within the Ministry that are working for Dumbledore?"

Kingsley again took a moment to answer; "I know that Auror Dawlish is loyal to the Order and reports back to Dumbledore. Also, he had a mole in the DOM, a female I believe, but I do not know their name. Also, Nymphadora Tonks is an Order member as is Mad-Eye Moody."

The Dark Lord nodded; "Kingsley tell me is there anyone in the Auror Dept. that you do not trust?"

"Yes, his name is Carrion, Michaelis Carrion; allegedly he comes from a Dark family and sometimes the people he arrests come back too banged up for the spells he is reporting to have used but we can't ever prove any wrongdoing on his part." The Dark Lord smirked and Harry knew the man made a mental note to look into this Carrion fellow.

"Now I have a few more questions for you Shacklebolt; have you noticed anything odd about Dumbledore lately?" Harry knew that Veritaserum was a tricky thing it compelled the truth but the Dark Lord was not asking for truth but observations and the green eyed teen was unsure if Shacklebolt could answer.

Apparently he could; "I have noticed that Dumbledore seemed ill at ease around his Phoenix and the firebird seems to want nothing to do with Dumbledore either." Voldemort looked interested in this little piece of information and Harry could not blame him. If Fawkes had truly turned against Dumbledore well it would be another staggering blow to the elderly Headmaster.

The Dark Lord turned to Severus; "When you return to Hogwarts I want you to investigate this. If the Phoenix has indeed severed its bond with Dumbledore then you will do what you can to bring the bird here to me. I wonder what the old coot is doing to keep the bird there."

The potions master looked thoughtful and his tone was slow when he spoke; "It has to be something strong to keep a Phoenix from leaving. Possible illegal blood wards or some other form of warding but it would most definitely have to be dark magic." Harry listened, feeling angry on behalf of Fawkes but then again why should he be surprised that the old codger was abusing his familiar or what was looking like Dumbledore's former familiar.

The Dark Lord's smooth voice brought Harry's attention back to Kingsley; "Now Shacklebolt I have an offer to make you. I have three options for you to consider so listen well; the first option is you can swear an oath to step back from the war and not stand against me."

"The second option is to remain imprisoned here; you will continue to receive meals and be tended to for the duration of your stay. The third is death and it will be quick of course so no torture. Now if you choose option one you will be allowed to go free but you will be watched carefully and if you somehow find a way around the oath and act against me and mine you will be killed painfully."

"Now we will administer the antidote to the Veritaserum and leave you to consider your options." Severus stood and moved forward, opening Kingsley's mouth so he could pour in the no doubt disgustingly flavored antidote. Once he was done Severus stunned the man, removed the bindings and levitated Kingsley back onto the cot.

Once the taller raven was done Harry and the Dark Lord stood; Severus banished the wooden chair and the three males left the cell. Harry stopped before he crossed the cell's threshold and turned, with a flick of his wand the green eyed teen cast a silent "Ennervate" and left when he heard Kingsley begin to stir.

Well that went about as well as Harry thought it would, actually a bit better, his Lord learned a few names and one of those provided names could be made into another spy within the Ministry. He knew that having eyes and ears in the Auror Dept. would be helpful to them at some point even if they were so close to achieving their victory.

They stopped their trek when they came to the cell door next to Kingsley's, stepping in after Marvolo Harry saw Arthur's disheveled form on the bed and the younger male observed that it looked like the Weasely Patriarch had been crying.

He felt a bit of sick satisfaction as pain and anguish flashed in those pale blue eyes when he saw Harry; maybe Arthur hadn't known what his wife and younger children were doing but then again that was what Veritaserum was for.

Severus stepped forward and the same process Kingsley went through was undertaken. When Arthur was bound to the wooden chair and Ennervated the questioning began. Harry once again took the lead; "Arthur, did you know what Molly, Ron and Ginny were doing?" The red head turned blank eyes to Harry; "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Well one point for Arthur, pressing forward Harry spoke again; "Did you know that Dumbledore was stealing from me to pay your wife, youngest son and daughter to manipulate me?" The bound man answered in the same monotonous tone; "I did not know. I noticed the additional money in our vault and asked Molly. She said it was from you to help us pay for Ron and Ginny's schooling."

Harry nodded, satisfied that for all Arthur was he was honorable, a bit blind to trust his bint wife but was that really a fault. Harry trusted Draco and no doubt it would be ridiculously easy for his blonde fiancée to lie and manipulate him if he chose to.

Getting back on the topic at hand the emerald eyed male asked his final question; "Did you know that I was abused at the Dursleys when I lived there before Hogwarts and every summer I went home?" The answer was quick and even with the Veritaserum Harry could hear the subtle edge pain and anger in Arthur's voice.

"I didn't know, I asked Albus so many times to let us take you during the summer but he always said you had to return to your relatives for a few weeks to gain some sort of protection. He never told me what the protection was but I wanted you safe so I abided Dumbledore's wishes."

"I noticed you always seemed so thin when I saw you after you spent time with them but when I asked Molly or Dumbledore they always changed the topic or said you had become ill with a virus and couldn't keep anything down. I should have done more." Harry looked down, collecting himself a bit; how or rather why did everyone believe Dumbledore?

Really was Arthur blind? A virus?! Every fucking summer? It was unbelievable that the man in front of him actually believed the Headmaster's and his wife's feeble excuses and explanations! But then again people tend to swallow a lot of shit if it gets them out of seeing the truth or confronting something unpleasant.

It was amusing in a sad way that if Arthur or even Kingsley even took a few minutes to check in on Harry during the summer they would have seen that Harry was not alright or even okay. That brought up another question; "Why didn't you or any of the Order ever come to check in on me...well above sitting outside ward's boundary lines and watching?"

"No one from the Order can cross the wards without Dumbledore's say so, every time anyone has come to see you we have had to get Dumbledore's permission to do so; he manipulates the wards to allow us entry." Harry was feeling rather numb at this point. It seemed Dumbledore had to control everything in his life but he had one last question for Arthur Weasely.

"You say you could not cross the ward boundary but surely you saw the way I looked when I was working in the garden? How malnourished and bruised I was and you never thought that odd?" The bound man looked confused for a moment; "We saw you out in the garden but we never noticed anything amiss other then you looked a bit slimmer."

Harry snapped his head to look at Severus and Marvolo; "How is that possible? I don't understand?" The emotions were rolling high inside of him and he knew he needed to regain control over himself before his magic lashed out and did damage to someone or something.

Breathing deeply Harry clamped down on his swirling magic and when he felt the storm inside of him calm he cast his emerald eyes back onto his surrogate uncle and father, waiting for an answer. Finally the Dark Lord spoke; I am unsure but it sounds like a glamour charm, a very powerful and widespread glamour but I cannot be sure until I examine the wards around the home."

Content, but not happy, with the answer Harry nodded to the Voldemort to let him know it was his show now. Severus shifted and put his large hand on Harry's slim shoulder, squeezing lightly and offering silent support to the still upset teen.

His mind was spinning; a glamour? Was that possible? It would bear looking into and he planned to ask Bill about this since Harry knew the man was superb at warding. The eldest Weasely son had to be in his work for Gringotts. Feeling a bit more settled he turned and gave Severus a tentative smile and received a quick quirk of the lips in return from the stoic man.

Both males turned back to Arthur and Harry tuned back into what the Dark Lord was saying to the captured man. It appeared Marvolo was asking the same questions he posed to Kingsley not too long ago but with less informative results.

As Harry thought Dumbledore didn't tell Arthur a damn thing but he was sure if they captured the shrew of a woman known as Molly Weasely they would have stumbled on a goldmine of information. Well too late now as the bitch was dead and rotting somewhere.

He tuned out for the rest of the Dark Lord's spiel and stood when Severus levitated Arthur back to the bed. This time he did not Ennervate Arthur; it was spiteful but Harry didn't care all that much right now. He wanted to tell Snape not to bother either but refrained and sneered at Arthur's stirring form before he swept out of the cell and smirked when the door clanged shut.

He knew his ire wasn't directed at Arthur or Kingsley. No, his anger was for the bastard of a Headmaster, the man who had tried to control his life to the point it almost killed him. He hated Dumbledore so much at this time and he couldn't wait until the bastard was arrested and charged for his thievery and fraud. It would be a long time coming and finally the old coot would be held accountable for his greed and treachery.

Breathing in deeply he noticed that the third and final cell door in the hall was open, entering Harry smiled when he saw Bill sitting on his cot and lazily leaning against the wall. The eldest son smiled at Harry, looking no worse for wear and somehow that pleased Harry.

Maybe it was because Bill always seemed to be so straight up and didn't bullshit you. He simply told it how it was and if you couldn't hack it then you could get the hell out. Harry respected Bill for his intelligence and obvious magical skill but that would not stop him from questioning the elder red head; he trusted no one from his former life.

The process was carried out once again and once Bill's tall form was bound to the chair and dosed with the serum the questioning began. The questions were essentially the same as the ones he asked Arthur; the blue eyed male answered every question in the negative. Apparently Bill was completely in the dark about anything having to be do with Harry's safety or living arrangements.

It wasn't surprising the man had lived in Egypt up until a few months ago and only came back at his father's urging from what Ron had mentioned to him. When he was finished he once again gave his father figure the go ahead to ask his questions.

Harry noticed a spark of what he would call interest in those crimson eyes; it seemed Voldemort may have more vested in this prisoner than just learning information about Dumbledore. Deciding to observe the snakelike man Harry leaned back and paid attention.

"William Weasely it is a pleasure to meet you. You are quite interesting, tell me why did you leave Britain after you finished your training with Gringotts?" Bill looked directly into those red orbs and answered in a dull monotone; "I wanted to escape my mother. I loved her but she is or was overbearing and domineering."

"She wanted me to do something respectable like joining the Ministry like my father. I needed to get away and live my own life. Also, she never truly accepted my sexuality; I'm bi-sexual but she could not wrap her mind around me liking blokes as well as women."

The Dark Lord nodded, murmuring an "Indeed" before he asked his next question; "Why Curse Breaking? It is not exactly a Light inclined career." The red head took a moment to answer, as if he was rifling through all the reasons; "I've always noticed that my magic had a darker feel to it than my parents and certain branches of magic some may consider dark came easier to me than other more light inclined wizards so becoming a Curse Breaker fit my style."

"It allowed me to use my talents in a job I enjoyed and I was not judged for using more questionable spells or wards as it was expected in my profession." Voldemort nodded and continued with his inquiries; "Are you loyal to Dumbledore?" Bill actually snorted at that; "Hell no I came back because my dad asked me and I wanted to help Harry."

"Harry's a good kid and needs all the help he can get but then he disappeared and I thought the worst. But when he resurfaced and announced his new allegiance I began to think about it; it was his doing business that Gringotts that made me realize he wasn't under some obscure spell or cleverly dosed with a potion. No one can fool the goblins and woe the person who tries."

"I then began to think that if Harry was safe amongst the Dark could they really be that horrible? I didn't say anything to anyone about my line of thought but it stayed with me and I watched more closely, noticed that Dumbledore was always cagey with his directives and stingy with the information."

"The man's plans always seemed only half thought through; we would do this but there never seemed to be a reason why. I tried to get more information but he never seemed to trust me for some reason and whenever I tried to give a suggestion to improve on a strategy Dumbledore would be so damn condescending, it was ridiculous."

That seemed to be the end of Bill's answer and the Dark Lord leaned back in his chair, thinking on something. Finally, he spoke again; "Would you join the Dark and fight on my side?" Bill answered quickly; "No, I may think better of you but you still murdered my mother and though she may not have been the best woman she was still my mother."

"Also, from what I saw the night of the raid you took my father captive and I don't know what has happened to my younger siblings but I'm guessing Ron and Ginny are no longer alive or at the very least still sane. While I may not care for them as people they are still me siblings."

"So no, I cannot join you but I have no urge to actively fight against you any longer. I've seen the changes that are being made in the Wizengamot and at Hogwarts and they seem to be for the better. If that is your doing then I see no reason to impede you but I cannot stand with you." Harry noticed the Dark Lord seemed a bit morose with the eldest Weasely son's answer but quickly gathered himself and the man once again had an unreadable expression on his face.

"I am sorry to hear that but maybe you would like to stay at the Manor. You would be safe here and I'm sure Harry would enjoy your company not to mention I'm sure Harry has some questions about warding for you." Harry realized then he forgot to ask Bill about the wards around his aunt's house.

He really needed to focus better at times but he was so pissed when he left Arthur's cell. Bill's droning voice broke Harry out of his mental self-flagellation; "I think I would like that as long as I am not involved with anything to do with the war I think I would like to spend some time with Harry; make sure he's staying out of trouble."

Harry pouted even though Bill couldn't respond but the Dark Lord chuckled at his ward's antics and Bill's words; "Indeed, well we will leave you for now and when we return you will be swearing an oath not to interfere with the war or my plans." The three men stood and Severus did his thing.

Once Bill was stunned, dosed and levitated back to bed the two elder males left. Harry stood in the doorway and cast a quick Ennervate before he too left but he wouldn't be going far; he had a date with another red head. Though this red head would probably not be so happy to see or Draco for that matter.

When the door to Bill's cell shut Harry called for Tempy, he really did like the little house elf, and when the little elf popped in the green eyed teen asked him to retrieve Draco for him. An enthusiastic nod and babbling were heard before the elf popped out of sight only to appear with Draco a couple minutes later.

A feral smirk was on the blonde's face; "So we finally get to visit with the Weasel? I can't wait to see him again." Harry chuckled and began to walk down the hall until he reached the first cell door on the right; "Well let's not keep our guest waiting any longer."

Yes, Yes, I cliff hanged you but you'll all live; I'm almost 99.99% sure of it! It's just this chapter is long enough as it is and I don't wanna write anymore but I want to give you all something. Enjoy! : )

I'm not sure if I'm going to ship a Voldemort/Bill pairing but I'm leaning towards it. Our dear Dark Lord needs love too! Bill will just have to get over the whole you murdered and/or imprisoned most of my family.

Anyway I hope you enjoyed this chapter and next time we will visit Ron, Pettigrew will be mentioned and Dumbledore's finally gonna get his! Shao!

All Mistakes Are My Own!