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Litchy5-thanks! Sarah-his physical torture hurts well, physically, but the connection to voldemort mentally drains him and hurts his body physically, so I'd say that Voldemort hurts him more than the Physical. Good question. Melwasul- thanks, I had fun writing those answers! Danielle-thanks! Leggylover03-good idea, but Harry seems to have to save Snape a lot and vica versa, so its kinda cliché but I always like it too. ( For this story though I don't think that's gonna fit in. Maybe. ( Shi Tsukino-thanks! Marauders-Lover-thanks a lot! Lucidity-haha thanks for the review! Hippy Flower= Voldie's kid-thanks for the review and the emails! Yugure3-thanks. Saavik13-Haha good idea about voldie! Indril.Tinuviel-thanks a bunch! Lady S-thank you! Potter-Snape-I hope I didn't make you wait a horribly long time! Brightest Star-Thanks for the notification on Grimmauld Place, I'm too lazy to go look it up for myself. Thanks again! Padawan Jan-AQ-thanks!! Crysania Fay-Thanks for the review! Serpent of Light-thanks for reviewing this story, you review all my stories! Thanks a lot! Haha go ahead and bash in reviews it help me with how I should keep playing out the characters! Barbarataku-thanks for the review! Ten- thanks for the review on chapter One! KittenBabyGirl-thanks for the review!
Oh and please, please, tell me if you think that I'm starting to make Harry seem invincible. I mean if I was wiped, I would be crying like a baby! So all helpful criticism is very helpful. Also with other characters tell me if they seem off to you, I'm trying to make this as good as I can! Thanks again for all the reviews I got a lot more than Ten. But still no chapter until ten more reviews for the next one!! I know I'm evil! MAWHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Chapter Three.
Harry closed his eyes, who knew that the Ministry of Magic could be so vulgar, and conniving. Why didn't they just simply use the truth serum on him, then this process would go a lot faster. Harry didn't complain though, he was proud of himself for holding out this long and making the Minister get all hot and bothered. Pushing those thoughts out of his mind, Harry tried to focus on something else. Besides the fact that his back was now hurting like there was no tomorrow, Harrys' forehead was slowly starting to hurt as well.
He knew this feeling, and was actually afraid of its effects, just yesterday he'd had a vision, and it completely drained him as well as hurt him. Deciding between the two hurts he knew he would soon bare, Harry couldn't tell which one was worse. The pain intensified making Harry tightly squeeze his eyes together, he pulled himself up by the chains around his wrists so he could feebly stand on his feet. With an aching throb from his forehead the pain tripled making Harry scream out in horrible pain. It took much longer for Harry to be sent the images, but once he saw them, it went straight to Voldemort.
Again, he was standing in front of a chair with three people kneeling before him, the same detached feeling was there as he was forced into Voldemorts twisted mind. Harry knew from the outside he was still screaming, but that didn't register when he was connected to Voldemort. The emotions he felt this time were sharper and a sense of pleasure and disappointment filled his soul. Harrys' mouth moved with Voldemorts, but the words he said Harry couldn't understand. It only came out as a slur of words, like an old warped record. An unusual sharp pain stuck his knees, but it was faint like the screaming body he left behind. Magic flowed through Harry as he sent the killing curses with the Dark Lord, and Harry could feel the smile form on his face as he carefully plucked the white mask from the now deceased Death Eaters. The first two men were again unrecognizable, but as soon as he saw Snapes lifeless eyes staring back at him Harry was forced back into his body and the screaming immediately silenced.
Harry was on the floor with no chains or cuffs binding him together. Something cool was pressed against his forehead and soothing words were being spoken to him. "I need you to take this now, sir?" Harry looked towards the voice but his vision was spinning and he couldn't clearly make out a face. A bottle was pressed to his lips, but Harry had enough sense left to move his head away.
"Please Sir, it's just a healing draft, for your back and the needles, by the way you were screaming you must be hurting fairly badly. Just take it please." The voice was feminine and kind but as his vision cleared Harry could tell that she wasn't looking at him.
"No." Harry said firmly, they could be feeding him who knows what.
"Fine." She said giving up, "roll over."
"What?" Harrys' voice was confused but it was slurred still from the vision making the woman gently push him to his stomach. "What. are. you. doing?" He asked slowly.
"I'm a healer from the Ministry of Magic, because you didn't take the potion I'm going to heal your back the hard way. Now Sir, this will go much easier if you just lie still."
Harry closed his eyes, figuring that if she wasn't really healing him then there wasn't much else she could hurt him with. The woman said something softly and a cool burning sensation was felt all over his back. "This is to close the wounds." She told Harry. Three quick taps to his lower, middle and upper back spread a tingle over him, "this one stops infection." And finally she drew a line from shoulder blade to shoulder blade making Harry shiver, "and that is going to take away the pain from the cuts and from those needles. Now sit up." Harry stayed still enjoying the brief relief from the pain in his back. Still his head hurt and his mind mentally tired.
The woman sighed hand physically hoisted Harry into a sitting position. Harry looked at her for the first time. Now he could see properly, and Harry could tell she was young. Light auburn hair and fair skin. That was all he could tell about her features for she wasn't looking at his face. "Take this Sir." She said looking down and holding out a bottle for him."
"What is it?" he asked slowly.
"Something to take away the dizziness that you're feeling. Loss of blood can cause you to feel weak and dizzy this will help." Still the woman held out the bottle for him, but didn't look at his face.
Cautiously Harry took the vial, but he didn't drink it, "why wont you look at me?"
"I've been told not to Sir." She replied softly.
"Do you know who I am, did they tell you that?" Harry looked at the vials' contents.
"No."
"My name is-."
"Don't tell me I'm not supposed to know." She said quickly before he could finish.
"Harry Potter." Harry said throwing caution to the wind and downing the bottle. Instantly he felt better, but his headache still remained. His connection to Voldemort probably wouldn't have a simple remedy to ease his pain, but only having a pounding head, instead of a pounding body was much better.
The Healer quickly looked up to Harrys face then back down again, "I need to go, you're healed Sir." She hastily retreated from the room.
Harry now almost perfectly healed looked around the room. His chair was back in its original position and no chains hung from the ceiling. The mirror was still there and whoever was behind it was probably there as well. Regaining his sense from before he smiled weakly, "well that's a kicker eh? Beat me up then conceal it again later. Good thinking." Harry said his last words while lightly tapping the side of his head.
The occupants behind the glass were almost completely stunned into silence. None spoke because they knew why Harry had been screaming so foully but were pushed into reality when Harry spoke to them. His words were back to their condescending tone that he had from before, but his eyes were tired and drained. Suddenly Harry fell back to a laying position.
"Whoa, feeling a little woozy here." The room was getting dark, but not like the lights were dimming, but from the corners in. Harry closed his eyes and was knocked out. The Order members stiffened in their seats and whispered amongst themselves. They watched as two officials came into the room and sat Harry back in the chair. The magical cuffs went around his wrists and ankles, but his body was bent forward and his forehead rested on the top of the table.
That was Harrys' position for about an hour. No one spoke, but they watched and listened to find out what was going on. After an hour and a half went by Minister Fudge came back into the room. He woke Harry up and waited a moment for to regain his composure.
Thankfully for Harry during his induced sleep his headache had vanished and he felt as new as can be. Harry sat up and looked at the Minister, then at the mirror and back to the Minister, "well that was refreshing."
"Good, I'm glad Hans wasn't too hard on you." Fudge smiled evilly like he had won some sort of competition. "I think we'll try this again. What do you say?"
"Sounds like a plan, except I have just problem with that."
"Hmm, yes?" Fudge asked.
"When nature calls, it can't be stopped, if you know what I mean." Harry feigned a sheepish look.
Fudge had not apparently been expecting that question, but immediately waved his wand. "Better now?"
Harry smiled, "lots."
"Very well then, lets continue. What is the Order of the Phoenix?"
Harry rolled his eyes, "we have been over this."
"I want the truth."
"I mean how do you not know, are you really that stupid?" Harry smirked as the Ministers face got red.
"Don't you dare speak to me in that manner."
"Don't you dare whip me in that manner!" Harry fired back, "the technique was totally off."
Fudge took a deep breath, "Okay Harry we can keep repeating this over and over. Hans I think likes you." Said the Minister trying to be witty.
"Does he? Hmm I don't want to hurt his feelings or anything, but I must say he is a little too muscle for me." Harry had a thoughtful look on his face. "What do you think?"
"Mr. Potter, what is it going to take get you to answer my questions?!" The minister asked giving into Harrys' games.
"You're offering me a bribe?" Harry asked shocked.
"No, it's more of a trade you get what you want, while I get my answers." Fudge looked at Harry, "what do you want?"
Harry eyed the Minister, what game was he playing at? Surely, the Minister of Magic wouldn't give in so easily? Actually, "I want several things actually and I wont corporate unless I get them all fulfilled."
"Lets see what I can do, now what does a boy your age want?" Instantly a plain piece of paper appeared on the table.
"First I want a list of everyone you took into custody with me." Harry said firmly.
Fudge raised an eyebrow but the paper changed into a list and was pushed forward so that Harry could read it. The people in the other room were waiting on pins and needles for the outcome, if Harry got what he wanted would he really reveal all of their secrets?
Harry scanned over the list, "if I tell you everything, I want everyone released and not to be punished in any way."
"There's at least twenty-five people on that list. I will not surrender when I have control over them."
"Let out twenty then."
"No."
"Then you won't get your answers. I'm the easiest to break you must know that, I've held out this far, and for someone my age that's a great thing. Everyone else you have could go much longer than I, with the exception of the Weasley children, and Hermoine, but they know nothing anyway."
Fudge tapped his chin, "If the other children know nothing then how do I know that you know anything either."
"Because I'm Harry Potter you fool, I know everything that concerns me, and this defiantly concerns me."
"Does it now, so you've confessed!" Fudge said triumphantly.
"I have not, for all you know this could really be about Dumbledores candy factory, but you don't know and that's the problem. If you give me what I want I can tell you almost everything."
"Almost?"
"Well, say if you wanted to know what turned Tonks on, obviously I couldn't tell you that." Harry said sarcastically, as if he was talking to first year.
The Minister huffed and eyed Harry skeptically, "I'll let five people go."
"19."
"10."
"18."
"Be reasonable Mr. Potter, if we're to work together on this you must know that I can't let that many go."
"Fine, 17." Harry smiled.
"15."
"Final. You have to let fifteen people of my choice go." Harry looked back down at the list already starting to mentally check people off.
"Of your choice, we didn't agree on that!" Fudge stood up, "I'm being gracious enough to let these people go, and I shall choose them!"
"How about you tell me who you will let go and I'll say okay or not."
"No!" Quickly Fudge started marking people off the list until fifteen were gone." He shoved the paper back over to Harry, "here, look it over but this is final."
"Let Mr. Weasley go." Harry said immediately.
"Arthur has been undermining me for years, with what happened last year, now I finally have him where I want him." Fudges' face was getting splotchy red marks on his face.
"Let Mr. Weasley go, or I will not utter another word."
"He's being to bold," Mr. Weasely said quietly to Tonks. "At least he got some of them out, if only we could talk to him."
"Harry doesn't want you in any danger Arthur." Moody said gruffly. "Bloody hell though if he isn't getting what he wants."
"Fine all of the Weasleys are gone, but now I'm putting Fletcher on."
"Put Tonks and Lupin off as well."
"Are you kidding me Mr. Potter? No, I gave you Weasley, no others!" Fudge moved back around the table and sat in his chair, in a forcefully calm voice he spoke, "There will be no more changes, or I'll make them all stay."
Harry weighed his options, and decided that fifteen people gone is better than twenty-five people still here. "Deal, next I want everyone on that list we marked off released right now, they don't need to stay a moment longer."
Fudge narrowed his eyes and quickly left the room. Only moments later he came back and heavily sat back down. "Now for-."
"Actually, I'm not done with my conditions yet." Harry said cutting in.
"No, no more conditions. We gave you one huge one that should and will suffice, it's my turn now. Mr. Potter what is the Order of the Phoenix?"
Harry was about to respond with his other requests, but something told him not to push the Minister for the rest of his time today. "Okay, really the truth this time." Harry glanced at the Mirror, hoping that the Order members were in there so they knew what Harry was saying. "The Order of the Phoenix, is basically a training group."
"Training, for what, conspiracy against the Ministry I knew it!"
"No you utter fool, training me. They are training me to fight against Voldemort. Since his return."
"You-Know-Who has not returned and I will not stand for these lies!"
"WHAT?!" Harry shouted, "you saw him for yourself at the end of last year! How can you deny it now, or don't you believe your own eye!?"
"We have not seen any other proof of his return therefore I have come to believe that this was another trick that Dumbledore was playing to underhand me and the Ministry."
"What about the Death Eaters you sent to Azkaban?"
"I haven't figured out just how Dumbledore convinced them to pose as that party, but as of now I can't prove it to get them out."
"You want to release Death Eaters!" Harry was furious, "I knew you were thick but not that thick!"
"Don't speak to me that way boy, not one more time!" Fudge raised his wand and sent a curse at Harry.
Harry held his breath, but when nothing happened he sighed, or tried to. He could neither inhale nor exhale; Harrys' face was starting to turn purple and his mouth was hanging open like a fish out of water.
"Stop it!" Tonks cried to the Aurors in the chamber, "stop it, stop it, stop it!"
"Tonks," Lupin tried to quell her.
She only glared at Lupin and forcefully held her mouth shut. One of the Aurors left the room and soon reappeared next to the Minister. He whispered something into his ear then left. Fudge looked over at the mirror smiling triumphantly, he flicked his wand, and Harry gasped for air.
"I think we're done for today Mr. Potter, think about how you want this to go next time we meet. You might have a long time to wait." Fudge turned on his heel and started to leave.
"What," Harry said raggedly, "you have more important thing to do than question a potential threat to the Ministry?"
The Minister didn't answer but held the door open for two other people to enter, Hans and someone new. Harry looked at the new mans face, and gasped in recognition, it was the second man from his vision. Quickly Harry blurted out, "I thought we had a deal Fudge!"
"We do, but it didn't include anything about not touching you." The door soundly shut behind him, leaving Harry, Hans and person number two.
Harry tried to smile, but he had just gotten over the pain a short while ago, and he wasn't quite ready for more, "who's your friend Hans?"
"Keiji Saku." The man said in a slightly high voice, his face was Asian and he had short dark hair, but his skin was fair and his eyes a light brown. "We meet at last Harry Potter, boy-who-lived."
"Oh, have we been trying to meet previously? Because really I wasn't aware that you wanted to meet me, otherwise I would have gladly obliged. I really am a pompous brat, and it just absolutely spoils me when I get to meet my fans." Harry said regaining some of his wit. With a very serious face he said, "but no touching, I don't want you to ruin my perfect complexion."
Keiji smiled, "don't worry I don't like to get, physical." Keiji tapped his wand lightly in his hand. Hans stood back in the corner watching everything with lifeless eyes; Keiji walked forward and started tightening the restraints on Harry. Quietly he whispered in Harrys' ear, "I'm going to put a blocking spell on you that will let your bodies magic absorb these spells. You wont feel anything, but if they were really put on you, trust me you would. Pretend to be hurt, scream, do whatever you want. I'll hit you with three spells the first causes internal bleeding making your body fell like its being cut without really being cut. The second will make you seize, that's one is easy. The last will knock you out and cause you damage while you sleep. If you don't fake these we'll both get hurt." Keiji stepped back and spoke in a louder voice so everyone could hear, "now Mr. Potter, I think its time we get a little more, personal."
He raised his wand and with a quick swish downward, a spell was sent flying towards him. Like Keiji had said, the spell absorbed into Harry not causing any damage, but knowing that this was putting both their safeties on the line Harry arched his back as far as he could in the chair and screamed. He pinched his face together and let little tears trickle down his face. That went on for a while, Harry screaming and twisting in odd positions that he probably would have made under the real spell.
Finally, Keiji sent the next spell at him; again, it was absorbed into his body. This spell was supposed to cause seizures so harry twitched and jerked his body in a horrible fashion while moaning. Harry tried to make it look as if he was holding back on his screams. The last spell was said and instantly Harry slumped forward pretending to pass out. "Gather the others and put him back into his cell." Keiji ordered. Harry heard the door open and felt Hans picking him up. The whole while Harry remained limp, he didn't hear anyone else around except for Aurors who didn't speak only walked.
Though Harry knew when the reached the holding cells, because of the heavy stone doors that were pulled open. Shuffling was heard around him and the cell door was pulled open. Hans unceremoniously dropped Harry to the ground making his head connect with the stone in a sickening crack. Harry almost cried out then, but held his face impassively until he was sure everyone had left. Whoever was in the cell with him, Harry assumed it was still Snape, moved closer.
"Bloody Hell he didn't have to drop me!" Harry growled and sat up, the back of his head throbbed, but it didn't crack. Snape was sitting only a few feet from him.
"Harry!" McGonagall cried from across the cells. Harry moved closer to the bars, he waved off all of McGonagalls questions. I had another vision, I don't know what to think about it but." Harry paused, why was everyone looking at him like that. "What?"
Dumbledore and McGonagall were also pressed against their bars, Lupin and Tonks sat together in their stall trying to get as close as they could, but that was all Harry could see of the rest of them. Snape stayed back closely watching Harry. "We saw everything Harry, you held out much longer and most could." McGonagall said softly.
"I figured that someone was behind that mirror, but that's not important right now. Each twice now I've seen the same thing. Voldemort is standing in front of three people, they are kneeling, and he says something to them. Its like I'm forced into his mind, and I can feel what he is feeling." Harry shivered, "each time I go back I see and hear more, but it comes out the same. He kills all three people. The first person I don't know, and the second-well I just, the second person was that Keiji guy-and the third," Harry glanced at Snape, "is Professor Snape."
"Harry, this could just be another vision Voldemort is putting into your head. We can't know for sure." Dumbledore said kindly.
"I know that!" Harry hissed, he knew they wouldn't understand, but just for once, he thought that they would want to know what was going on with him. "Of course it could be fake, obviously Professor Snape, and Keiji Saku, are alive, but-never mind just forget it." Harry got back up and sat in the corner farthest from them.
"Harry." Lupin started, worry was evident in his voice.
"Forget it Remus, the vision isn't real, and don't worry I didn't give away any of the precious information about the order. Did they let everyone out?"
"Yes, thanks to you, a boy your age shouldn't have had to gone though all that, and certainly they wouldn't have been able to withstand it and still not give out information. You did a wonderful job." Lupin tried to sound thankful and proud at the same time.
"Yeah Harry, you showed Fudge up for the fool that he is." Tonks half smiled.
"That's what I'm here for." Harry said in a dead voice. At least when he was with Fudge he could egg him on and siphon off him temper onto him, but here all of his withdrawal came flooding back. The whole time when he was in the room he couldn't stop thinking about getting them out of the situation, now he only felt like they were trying to keep him in the dark and it was all his fault, again.
They tried to talk to Harry more, but he wouldn't answer them. After what seemed to be a couple hours everyone fell asleep. Except for Snape and Harry. Neither talked, but sat there in silence only the steady breathing of Harrys' cellmate could be heard and he was far from sleep. As was Harry. The days events were flowing through his mind, some of the things Harry had said were regrettable, but others seemed triumphant. Hans came up sooner rather than later, and by reflecting on his habits, Harry summed up that he must either be a Muggle or a Squib. Keiji was a strange character as well, he appeared in his vision, and then helped him later. The Healer as well was troubling. Why was everybody acting so strangely?
Minister Fudge was now denying that Voldemort was back, again, and he was trying to get the Death Eaters out of Azkaban. That seemed a little more than suspicious to Harry. And if the Order of the Phoenix fought in the last battle against Voldemort, wouldn't Fudge have been aware of it then. At least what it was doing.
Harrys musings were interrupted as Snape moved closer to Harry, in a low tone he spoke, "Potter, can you remember what the Dark Lord was saying in your vision?"
Taken aback by this question all Harry could do was slightly shake his head.
"Do you think this is something sent by him?"
Harry looked at Snape, he was looking directly into his eyes with an unmatchable expression written across his face. "I can't tell, you can't trust me with these things, its better to not think about it."
"Is that what you really think?" Snape hissed.
Harry cocked his head to the side, "since when do you care what I think? I'm a brat my opinions are better kept to myself."
"However true that may be, I want to know if this seems real to you."
"All of them seem real." Harry said plainly. "What you should be asking is if you see this in your near future. Has Voldemort seemed, different, to you lately?"
"Don't say his name!" Snape hissed.
"VOLDEMORT!" Harry screamed into the silence of the cell, waking several of its occupants, he looked angrily at Snape, "a name can't hurt your Professor, it only weakens you. I can take the pain I receive from these idiots at the Ministry, but I can't sit here and listen to you anymore. Don't talk to me again." Harry rolled onto his stomach and faced the wall, he would get the rest of them out, but to do it he would have to detach himself from them completely. Feel nothing for them but protection, and make them feel nothing for himself.
The last thing he heard was Snape muttering about insolence and Potters.
A/N-I haven't gone over this one for mistakes yet, but I wanted to get it out tonight. I'll go back later and fix it.
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Litchy5-thanks! Sarah-his physical torture hurts well, physically, but the connection to voldemort mentally drains him and hurts his body physically, so I'd say that Voldemort hurts him more than the Physical. Good question. Melwasul- thanks, I had fun writing those answers! Danielle-thanks! Leggylover03-good idea, but Harry seems to have to save Snape a lot and vica versa, so its kinda cliché but I always like it too. ( For this story though I don't think that's gonna fit in. Maybe. ( Shi Tsukino-thanks! Marauders-Lover-thanks a lot! Lucidity-haha thanks for the review! Hippy Flower= Voldie's kid-thanks for the review and the emails! Yugure3-thanks. Saavik13-Haha good idea about voldie! Indril.Tinuviel-thanks a bunch! Lady S-thank you! Potter-Snape-I hope I didn't make you wait a horribly long time! Brightest Star-Thanks for the notification on Grimmauld Place, I'm too lazy to go look it up for myself. Thanks again! Padawan Jan-AQ-thanks!! Crysania Fay-Thanks for the review! Serpent of Light-thanks for reviewing this story, you review all my stories! Thanks a lot! Haha go ahead and bash in reviews it help me with how I should keep playing out the characters! Barbarataku-thanks for the review! Ten- thanks for the review on chapter One! KittenBabyGirl-thanks for the review!
Oh and please, please, tell me if you think that I'm starting to make Harry seem invincible. I mean if I was wiped, I would be crying like a baby! So all helpful criticism is very helpful. Also with other characters tell me if they seem off to you, I'm trying to make this as good as I can! Thanks again for all the reviews I got a lot more than Ten. But still no chapter until ten more reviews for the next one!! I know I'm evil! MAWHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Chapter Three.
Harry closed his eyes, who knew that the Ministry of Magic could be so vulgar, and conniving. Why didn't they just simply use the truth serum on him, then this process would go a lot faster. Harry didn't complain though, he was proud of himself for holding out this long and making the Minister get all hot and bothered. Pushing those thoughts out of his mind, Harry tried to focus on something else. Besides the fact that his back was now hurting like there was no tomorrow, Harrys' forehead was slowly starting to hurt as well.
He knew this feeling, and was actually afraid of its effects, just yesterday he'd had a vision, and it completely drained him as well as hurt him. Deciding between the two hurts he knew he would soon bare, Harry couldn't tell which one was worse. The pain intensified making Harry tightly squeeze his eyes together, he pulled himself up by the chains around his wrists so he could feebly stand on his feet. With an aching throb from his forehead the pain tripled making Harry scream out in horrible pain. It took much longer for Harry to be sent the images, but once he saw them, it went straight to Voldemort.
Again, he was standing in front of a chair with three people kneeling before him, the same detached feeling was there as he was forced into Voldemorts twisted mind. Harry knew from the outside he was still screaming, but that didn't register when he was connected to Voldemort. The emotions he felt this time were sharper and a sense of pleasure and disappointment filled his soul. Harrys' mouth moved with Voldemorts, but the words he said Harry couldn't understand. It only came out as a slur of words, like an old warped record. An unusual sharp pain stuck his knees, but it was faint like the screaming body he left behind. Magic flowed through Harry as he sent the killing curses with the Dark Lord, and Harry could feel the smile form on his face as he carefully plucked the white mask from the now deceased Death Eaters. The first two men were again unrecognizable, but as soon as he saw Snapes lifeless eyes staring back at him Harry was forced back into his body and the screaming immediately silenced.
Harry was on the floor with no chains or cuffs binding him together. Something cool was pressed against his forehead and soothing words were being spoken to him. "I need you to take this now, sir?" Harry looked towards the voice but his vision was spinning and he couldn't clearly make out a face. A bottle was pressed to his lips, but Harry had enough sense left to move his head away.
"Please Sir, it's just a healing draft, for your back and the needles, by the way you were screaming you must be hurting fairly badly. Just take it please." The voice was feminine and kind but as his vision cleared Harry could tell that she wasn't looking at him.
"No." Harry said firmly, they could be feeding him who knows what.
"Fine." She said giving up, "roll over."
"What?" Harrys' voice was confused but it was slurred still from the vision making the woman gently push him to his stomach. "What. are. you. doing?" He asked slowly.
"I'm a healer from the Ministry of Magic, because you didn't take the potion I'm going to heal your back the hard way. Now Sir, this will go much easier if you just lie still."
Harry closed his eyes, figuring that if she wasn't really healing him then there wasn't much else she could hurt him with. The woman said something softly and a cool burning sensation was felt all over his back. "This is to close the wounds." She told Harry. Three quick taps to his lower, middle and upper back spread a tingle over him, "this one stops infection." And finally she drew a line from shoulder blade to shoulder blade making Harry shiver, "and that is going to take away the pain from the cuts and from those needles. Now sit up." Harry stayed still enjoying the brief relief from the pain in his back. Still his head hurt and his mind mentally tired.
The woman sighed hand physically hoisted Harry into a sitting position. Harry looked at her for the first time. Now he could see properly, and Harry could tell she was young. Light auburn hair and fair skin. That was all he could tell about her features for she wasn't looking at his face. "Take this Sir." She said looking down and holding out a bottle for him."
"What is it?" he asked slowly.
"Something to take away the dizziness that you're feeling. Loss of blood can cause you to feel weak and dizzy this will help." Still the woman held out the bottle for him, but didn't look at his face.
Cautiously Harry took the vial, but he didn't drink it, "why wont you look at me?"
"I've been told not to Sir." She replied softly.
"Do you know who I am, did they tell you that?" Harry looked at the vials' contents.
"No."
"My name is-."
"Don't tell me I'm not supposed to know." She said quickly before he could finish.
"Harry Potter." Harry said throwing caution to the wind and downing the bottle. Instantly he felt better, but his headache still remained. His connection to Voldemort probably wouldn't have a simple remedy to ease his pain, but only having a pounding head, instead of a pounding body was much better.
The Healer quickly looked up to Harrys face then back down again, "I need to go, you're healed Sir." She hastily retreated from the room.
Harry now almost perfectly healed looked around the room. His chair was back in its original position and no chains hung from the ceiling. The mirror was still there and whoever was behind it was probably there as well. Regaining his sense from before he smiled weakly, "well that's a kicker eh? Beat me up then conceal it again later. Good thinking." Harry said his last words while lightly tapping the side of his head.
The occupants behind the glass were almost completely stunned into silence. None spoke because they knew why Harry had been screaming so foully but were pushed into reality when Harry spoke to them. His words were back to their condescending tone that he had from before, but his eyes were tired and drained. Suddenly Harry fell back to a laying position.
"Whoa, feeling a little woozy here." The room was getting dark, but not like the lights were dimming, but from the corners in. Harry closed his eyes and was knocked out. The Order members stiffened in their seats and whispered amongst themselves. They watched as two officials came into the room and sat Harry back in the chair. The magical cuffs went around his wrists and ankles, but his body was bent forward and his forehead rested on the top of the table.
That was Harrys' position for about an hour. No one spoke, but they watched and listened to find out what was going on. After an hour and a half went by Minister Fudge came back into the room. He woke Harry up and waited a moment for to regain his composure.
Thankfully for Harry during his induced sleep his headache had vanished and he felt as new as can be. Harry sat up and looked at the Minister, then at the mirror and back to the Minister, "well that was refreshing."
"Good, I'm glad Hans wasn't too hard on you." Fudge smiled evilly like he had won some sort of competition. "I think we'll try this again. What do you say?"
"Sounds like a plan, except I have just problem with that."
"Hmm, yes?" Fudge asked.
"When nature calls, it can't be stopped, if you know what I mean." Harry feigned a sheepish look.
Fudge had not apparently been expecting that question, but immediately waved his wand. "Better now?"
Harry smiled, "lots."
"Very well then, lets continue. What is the Order of the Phoenix?"
Harry rolled his eyes, "we have been over this."
"I want the truth."
"I mean how do you not know, are you really that stupid?" Harry smirked as the Ministers face got red.
"Don't you dare speak to me in that manner."
"Don't you dare whip me in that manner!" Harry fired back, "the technique was totally off."
Fudge took a deep breath, "Okay Harry we can keep repeating this over and over. Hans I think likes you." Said the Minister trying to be witty.
"Does he? Hmm I don't want to hurt his feelings or anything, but I must say he is a little too muscle for me." Harry had a thoughtful look on his face. "What do you think?"
"Mr. Potter, what is it going to take get you to answer my questions?!" The minister asked giving into Harrys' games.
"You're offering me a bribe?" Harry asked shocked.
"No, it's more of a trade you get what you want, while I get my answers." Fudge looked at Harry, "what do you want?"
Harry eyed the Minister, what game was he playing at? Surely, the Minister of Magic wouldn't give in so easily? Actually, "I want several things actually and I wont corporate unless I get them all fulfilled."
"Lets see what I can do, now what does a boy your age want?" Instantly a plain piece of paper appeared on the table.
"First I want a list of everyone you took into custody with me." Harry said firmly.
Fudge raised an eyebrow but the paper changed into a list and was pushed forward so that Harry could read it. The people in the other room were waiting on pins and needles for the outcome, if Harry got what he wanted would he really reveal all of their secrets?
Harry scanned over the list, "if I tell you everything, I want everyone released and not to be punished in any way."
"There's at least twenty-five people on that list. I will not surrender when I have control over them."
"Let out twenty then."
"No."
"Then you won't get your answers. I'm the easiest to break you must know that, I've held out this far, and for someone my age that's a great thing. Everyone else you have could go much longer than I, with the exception of the Weasley children, and Hermoine, but they know nothing anyway."
Fudge tapped his chin, "If the other children know nothing then how do I know that you know anything either."
"Because I'm Harry Potter you fool, I know everything that concerns me, and this defiantly concerns me."
"Does it now, so you've confessed!" Fudge said triumphantly.
"I have not, for all you know this could really be about Dumbledores candy factory, but you don't know and that's the problem. If you give me what I want I can tell you almost everything."
"Almost?"
"Well, say if you wanted to know what turned Tonks on, obviously I couldn't tell you that." Harry said sarcastically, as if he was talking to first year.
The Minister huffed and eyed Harry skeptically, "I'll let five people go."
"19."
"10."
"18."
"Be reasonable Mr. Potter, if we're to work together on this you must know that I can't let that many go."
"Fine, 17." Harry smiled.
"15."
"Final. You have to let fifteen people of my choice go." Harry looked back down at the list already starting to mentally check people off.
"Of your choice, we didn't agree on that!" Fudge stood up, "I'm being gracious enough to let these people go, and I shall choose them!"
"How about you tell me who you will let go and I'll say okay or not."
"No!" Quickly Fudge started marking people off the list until fifteen were gone." He shoved the paper back over to Harry, "here, look it over but this is final."
"Let Mr. Weasley go." Harry said immediately.
"Arthur has been undermining me for years, with what happened last year, now I finally have him where I want him." Fudges' face was getting splotchy red marks on his face.
"Let Mr. Weasley go, or I will not utter another word."
"He's being to bold," Mr. Weasely said quietly to Tonks. "At least he got some of them out, if only we could talk to him."
"Harry doesn't want you in any danger Arthur." Moody said gruffly. "Bloody hell though if he isn't getting what he wants."
"Fine all of the Weasleys are gone, but now I'm putting Fletcher on."
"Put Tonks and Lupin off as well."
"Are you kidding me Mr. Potter? No, I gave you Weasley, no others!" Fudge moved back around the table and sat in his chair, in a forcefully calm voice he spoke, "There will be no more changes, or I'll make them all stay."
Harry weighed his options, and decided that fifteen people gone is better than twenty-five people still here. "Deal, next I want everyone on that list we marked off released right now, they don't need to stay a moment longer."
Fudge narrowed his eyes and quickly left the room. Only moments later he came back and heavily sat back down. "Now for-."
"Actually, I'm not done with my conditions yet." Harry said cutting in.
"No, no more conditions. We gave you one huge one that should and will suffice, it's my turn now. Mr. Potter what is the Order of the Phoenix?"
Harry was about to respond with his other requests, but something told him not to push the Minister for the rest of his time today. "Okay, really the truth this time." Harry glanced at the Mirror, hoping that the Order members were in there so they knew what Harry was saying. "The Order of the Phoenix, is basically a training group."
"Training, for what, conspiracy against the Ministry I knew it!"
"No you utter fool, training me. They are training me to fight against Voldemort. Since his return."
"You-Know-Who has not returned and I will not stand for these lies!"
"WHAT?!" Harry shouted, "you saw him for yourself at the end of last year! How can you deny it now, or don't you believe your own eye!?"
"We have not seen any other proof of his return therefore I have come to believe that this was another trick that Dumbledore was playing to underhand me and the Ministry."
"What about the Death Eaters you sent to Azkaban?"
"I haven't figured out just how Dumbledore convinced them to pose as that party, but as of now I can't prove it to get them out."
"You want to release Death Eaters!" Harry was furious, "I knew you were thick but not that thick!"
"Don't speak to me that way boy, not one more time!" Fudge raised his wand and sent a curse at Harry.
Harry held his breath, but when nothing happened he sighed, or tried to. He could neither inhale nor exhale; Harrys' face was starting to turn purple and his mouth was hanging open like a fish out of water.
"Stop it!" Tonks cried to the Aurors in the chamber, "stop it, stop it, stop it!"
"Tonks," Lupin tried to quell her.
She only glared at Lupin and forcefully held her mouth shut. One of the Aurors left the room and soon reappeared next to the Minister. He whispered something into his ear then left. Fudge looked over at the mirror smiling triumphantly, he flicked his wand, and Harry gasped for air.
"I think we're done for today Mr. Potter, think about how you want this to go next time we meet. You might have a long time to wait." Fudge turned on his heel and started to leave.
"What," Harry said raggedly, "you have more important thing to do than question a potential threat to the Ministry?"
The Minister didn't answer but held the door open for two other people to enter, Hans and someone new. Harry looked at the new mans face, and gasped in recognition, it was the second man from his vision. Quickly Harry blurted out, "I thought we had a deal Fudge!"
"We do, but it didn't include anything about not touching you." The door soundly shut behind him, leaving Harry, Hans and person number two.
Harry tried to smile, but he had just gotten over the pain a short while ago, and he wasn't quite ready for more, "who's your friend Hans?"
"Keiji Saku." The man said in a slightly high voice, his face was Asian and he had short dark hair, but his skin was fair and his eyes a light brown. "We meet at last Harry Potter, boy-who-lived."
"Oh, have we been trying to meet previously? Because really I wasn't aware that you wanted to meet me, otherwise I would have gladly obliged. I really am a pompous brat, and it just absolutely spoils me when I get to meet my fans." Harry said regaining some of his wit. With a very serious face he said, "but no touching, I don't want you to ruin my perfect complexion."
Keiji smiled, "don't worry I don't like to get, physical." Keiji tapped his wand lightly in his hand. Hans stood back in the corner watching everything with lifeless eyes; Keiji walked forward and started tightening the restraints on Harry. Quietly he whispered in Harrys' ear, "I'm going to put a blocking spell on you that will let your bodies magic absorb these spells. You wont feel anything, but if they were really put on you, trust me you would. Pretend to be hurt, scream, do whatever you want. I'll hit you with three spells the first causes internal bleeding making your body fell like its being cut without really being cut. The second will make you seize, that's one is easy. The last will knock you out and cause you damage while you sleep. If you don't fake these we'll both get hurt." Keiji stepped back and spoke in a louder voice so everyone could hear, "now Mr. Potter, I think its time we get a little more, personal."
He raised his wand and with a quick swish downward, a spell was sent flying towards him. Like Keiji had said, the spell absorbed into Harry not causing any damage, but knowing that this was putting both their safeties on the line Harry arched his back as far as he could in the chair and screamed. He pinched his face together and let little tears trickle down his face. That went on for a while, Harry screaming and twisting in odd positions that he probably would have made under the real spell.
Finally, Keiji sent the next spell at him; again, it was absorbed into his body. This spell was supposed to cause seizures so harry twitched and jerked his body in a horrible fashion while moaning. Harry tried to make it look as if he was holding back on his screams. The last spell was said and instantly Harry slumped forward pretending to pass out. "Gather the others and put him back into his cell." Keiji ordered. Harry heard the door open and felt Hans picking him up. The whole while Harry remained limp, he didn't hear anyone else around except for Aurors who didn't speak only walked.
Though Harry knew when the reached the holding cells, because of the heavy stone doors that were pulled open. Shuffling was heard around him and the cell door was pulled open. Hans unceremoniously dropped Harry to the ground making his head connect with the stone in a sickening crack. Harry almost cried out then, but held his face impassively until he was sure everyone had left. Whoever was in the cell with him, Harry assumed it was still Snape, moved closer.
"Bloody Hell he didn't have to drop me!" Harry growled and sat up, the back of his head throbbed, but it didn't crack. Snape was sitting only a few feet from him.
"Harry!" McGonagall cried from across the cells. Harry moved closer to the bars, he waved off all of McGonagalls questions. I had another vision, I don't know what to think about it but." Harry paused, why was everyone looking at him like that. "What?"
Dumbledore and McGonagall were also pressed against their bars, Lupin and Tonks sat together in their stall trying to get as close as they could, but that was all Harry could see of the rest of them. Snape stayed back closely watching Harry. "We saw everything Harry, you held out much longer and most could." McGonagall said softly.
"I figured that someone was behind that mirror, but that's not important right now. Each twice now I've seen the same thing. Voldemort is standing in front of three people, they are kneeling, and he says something to them. Its like I'm forced into his mind, and I can feel what he is feeling." Harry shivered, "each time I go back I see and hear more, but it comes out the same. He kills all three people. The first person I don't know, and the second-well I just, the second person was that Keiji guy-and the third," Harry glanced at Snape, "is Professor Snape."
"Harry, this could just be another vision Voldemort is putting into your head. We can't know for sure." Dumbledore said kindly.
"I know that!" Harry hissed, he knew they wouldn't understand, but just for once, he thought that they would want to know what was going on with him. "Of course it could be fake, obviously Professor Snape, and Keiji Saku, are alive, but-never mind just forget it." Harry got back up and sat in the corner farthest from them.
"Harry." Lupin started, worry was evident in his voice.
"Forget it Remus, the vision isn't real, and don't worry I didn't give away any of the precious information about the order. Did they let everyone out?"
"Yes, thanks to you, a boy your age shouldn't have had to gone though all that, and certainly they wouldn't have been able to withstand it and still not give out information. You did a wonderful job." Lupin tried to sound thankful and proud at the same time.
"Yeah Harry, you showed Fudge up for the fool that he is." Tonks half smiled.
"That's what I'm here for." Harry said in a dead voice. At least when he was with Fudge he could egg him on and siphon off him temper onto him, but here all of his withdrawal came flooding back. The whole time when he was in the room he couldn't stop thinking about getting them out of the situation, now he only felt like they were trying to keep him in the dark and it was all his fault, again.
They tried to talk to Harry more, but he wouldn't answer them. After what seemed to be a couple hours everyone fell asleep. Except for Snape and Harry. Neither talked, but sat there in silence only the steady breathing of Harrys' cellmate could be heard and he was far from sleep. As was Harry. The days events were flowing through his mind, some of the things Harry had said were regrettable, but others seemed triumphant. Hans came up sooner rather than later, and by reflecting on his habits, Harry summed up that he must either be a Muggle or a Squib. Keiji was a strange character as well, he appeared in his vision, and then helped him later. The Healer as well was troubling. Why was everybody acting so strangely?
Minister Fudge was now denying that Voldemort was back, again, and he was trying to get the Death Eaters out of Azkaban. That seemed a little more than suspicious to Harry. And if the Order of the Phoenix fought in the last battle against Voldemort, wouldn't Fudge have been aware of it then. At least what it was doing.
Harrys musings were interrupted as Snape moved closer to Harry, in a low tone he spoke, "Potter, can you remember what the Dark Lord was saying in your vision?"
Taken aback by this question all Harry could do was slightly shake his head.
"Do you think this is something sent by him?"
Harry looked at Snape, he was looking directly into his eyes with an unmatchable expression written across his face. "I can't tell, you can't trust me with these things, its better to not think about it."
"Is that what you really think?" Snape hissed.
Harry cocked his head to the side, "since when do you care what I think? I'm a brat my opinions are better kept to myself."
"However true that may be, I want to know if this seems real to you."
"All of them seem real." Harry said plainly. "What you should be asking is if you see this in your near future. Has Voldemort seemed, different, to you lately?"
"Don't say his name!" Snape hissed.
"VOLDEMORT!" Harry screamed into the silence of the cell, waking several of its occupants, he looked angrily at Snape, "a name can't hurt your Professor, it only weakens you. I can take the pain I receive from these idiots at the Ministry, but I can't sit here and listen to you anymore. Don't talk to me again." Harry rolled onto his stomach and faced the wall, he would get the rest of them out, but to do it he would have to detach himself from them completely. Feel nothing for them but protection, and make them feel nothing for himself.
The last thing he heard was Snape muttering about insolence and Potters.
A/N-I haven't gone over this one for mistakes yet, but I wanted to get it out tonight. I'll go back later and fix it.
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