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The Brotherhood

A/N - Wow, great response to a cliffhanger....maybe I should do them more often.....

~~~ Chapter Twenty-six ~~~

"Potter! Fight!" the command came out of nowhere and Harry moved on instincts, obeying instantly, as he had been taught.

Much against his own will, he attacked Remus, who looked more than a little surprised.

Harry made sure to keep his face blank as he fought Remus, but he was very aware that he was not sending any harmful spells the man's way, and Remus didn't send any spells back at him at all.

"Harry please, come back," Remus begged when Harry paused to dodge a spell coming from another direction.

Harry turned his eyes on Remus and Remus saw the slight longing in them, but only for half a second, then Harry apparated away, at precisely the same time as all the other deatheaters.

Remus was left standing alone, confused at what had happened. Harry obviously didn't like what he was doing, yet he was most obviously a true blue deatheater, and he was not coming back.

Remus glanced around, and spotting Dora, the original reason he had started to fight Harry, and crouched down by her. To his relief, she was only stunned and he quickly undid that.

"I have to go report something to Dumbledore. Will you be okay?" Remus asked.

"Of course. I'll have to go back to the Ministry and file an auror report, though. Meet you home later?" Dora replied.

"Sure,"

Dora nodded and Remus stood and apparated away to inform Dumbledore of what he had encountered.

~~~TB~~~

Harry landed in the main hall, along with the rest of the raiding deatheaters.

Lucius, came up to him again. "The Dark Lord is expecting you," he informed Harry.

Harry nodded and crossed the emptying hall to meet with his master.

Knocking lightly on the door, Harry was allowed entrance and he went into the room to see Voldemort lounging on his throne, as was usual.

Harry walked to the centre of the room and bowed low. It had become a natural thing by this time.

"Rise," Voldemort commanded. Harry obeyed and looked directly at Voldemort, knowing that Voldemort would want to look through his memories.

It only took a few seconds for Voldemort to sort through the memories of the attack and study them.

"You did well, Harry. It is time for your training to progress to the next level," Voldemort commented.

"Master?" Harry questioned. He had not been aware that his training would continue.

"Yes, Harry, your training will continue with me. I did promise to make you my heir when you joined, did I not?"

"You did," Harry agreed.

"Be here promptly at sunrise tomorrow morning for your training. I warn you, it'll be more difficult than your training with Lucius has been," Voldemort warned.

"I am prepared, Master," Harry stated.

"Good. Now leave me," Voldemort ordered.

Harry bowed and left the room. As the door closed behind him, a small smirk formed on his face. His plan was progressing well.

~~~TB~~~

Remus landed outside his home and went inside. He paused at the sight of Sirius pacing anxiously.

"Sirius," Remus got his attention.

Sirius turned and studied Remus' face, looking for answers. Remus' face only showed weariness however, and Sirius received no answers.

"I have a report for Dumbledore. You might want to hear it," Remus murmured.

Sirius nodded and followed his friend through the floo into Dumbledore's office, where Dumbledore was waiting for them.

Dumbledore gave Remus an expectantly look, but Remus just sighed tiredly.

"I left before I got the information on how many were hurt or killed, but I came to inform you of something else," Remus informed him.

"Take a seat Remus. You too, Sirius," Dumbledore offered.

Remus sat down across from the headmaster and Sirius stood behind him, not wanting to sit.

"Is it Harry?" Dumbledore asked. Sirius tensed at that and looked down at his friend.

"He was there. He attacked Dora, but didn't actually hurt her. We duelled, kind of, but he didn't actually hurt me either. It was like he was holding back, but he was definitely on their side," Remus reported softly.

Dumbledore looked thoughtful.

"So that's it then? He's actually turned? There's nothing else to it?" Sirius questioned, sorrow in his voice.

A knock on the door interrupted Dumbledore from replying. The door opened without Dumbledore's permission and Snape entered. He froze as he saw who was in the room.

"Snape," Sirius growled.

"Sirius, we are all on the same side here," Dumbledore reminded, then turned to the newcomer, "Severus?"

Snape gave Remus and Sirius a regarding look, then turned his attention to Dumbledore.

"Potter has been promoted," he stated simply.

"What?" Remus asked, standing suddenly in surprise.

Snape ignored Remus.

"Please explain, Severus," Dumbledore prompted.

"The Dark Lord thought he did well enough today that he is going to start training the boy himself. He said he would turn him into his heir," Snape said, his eyes turning on Sirius.

Sirius' eyes widened. "His heir?"

"That is what was promised when Harry joined him, or didn't you know? Potter joined Voldemort to gain power," Snape curtly informed Sirius.

Sirius glared at Snape.

"Severus, that is enough," Dumbledore said, his gaze troubled as he stared at his desk in concentration.

"He can't stay there any longer. We have to get him out!" Sirius protested to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore held up a hand, silencing Sirius. "I believe, Sirius, that Harry has alternate reason for joining Voldemort's side. I suggest we let him proceed with what he is doing."

"Even if he isn't a deatheater, he is still in Voldemort's grasp. He could be killed!" Sirius protested further.

Dumbledore nodded. "I am well aware of that, and so is Harry, I'm sure," Dumbledore finally looked up at the three men standing in front of him. "Harry is more cunning than you know. I don't think he ever mentioned this, but Slytherin was the house he was most compatible for, but he begged the hat to put him in Gryffindor. He fits in both houses equally well, and that combination is one that can survive through most things. He will survive this, and I wouldn't be surprised if he brought down Voldemort while he was at it."

With those words said, Dumbledore nodded a dismissal to the three of them and exited into the back room.

A/N - For once, I have nothing to say. Except this. Of course.