Post by Lord Gamver on Oct 3, 2006 16:58:54 GMT -5
Well Bookworm didn't say no, but she didn't say yes, well she didn't say much if anything on this subject when I pmed her about it so I am just going to post my story.
These are not chapterized but I have to split it in half so it will be posted (Its to big)
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Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by the most respectable and noble house of Rowling
Harry Potter and the Twilight Lord
The gray clouds seemed to further depress the sorrowed lands they reined upon. One man stood between anger, happiness, and sorrow. One man stood upon desolated land. He stood in the shadows of a building once mighty and powerful, the building a Dark Lord once stood in while he attempted to rule the world. But now it’s over, that Lord is dead and newfound peace has spread across the land. But not this place, this place has seen to much death, nothing can grow here anymore, this place the place of battles all historic battles of good and evil took place here.
And now it is pointless, the final battle having just taken place a few hours ago. This place is now desolate of all life except one. That of a seventeen year old man, stood there on the land that wrought much destruction. Now one may say that a seventeen year old is nothing but a boy, in some cases this may be true, but in this case is false. This boy has seen too much, this boy has ridden the world of countless evils, this boy has had his closest friends and family killed and still found the power to be kind-hearted, this boy has just rid the world of the last and most powerful Dark Lord since time has begun. If that doesn’t make him a man in your eyes then may the creator have mercy on your soul.
The man held a magnificent blade of the finest metals the world has ever seen, even through the blood that was covering it you could tell that this blade could never be matched by another. But the most eye catching part was a small inscription from the hilt to the tip of the blade. It looked as though it were carved into the blade and after that liquid emerald was poured into the carving. The inscription read- This blade was created solely to rid the evils of this world. Any being that tries to use this blade against the master that wields it shall be destroyed from the power flowing from the Dragon Fang, Phoenix Feather, and Blue Diamond infused into the metal of this blade.~ Harry Potter
How did I get myself into this? He thought as he looked over to his newfound friend the Twilight Lord. It didn’t take his mind long to revert back to the end of his fifth year of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry.
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An ominous cloud seemed to overcome Privet Drive that night and one Harry Potter wasn't one to not notice things like this after the death of his Godfather Sirius Black. As he went to bed that night he couldn't help but feel vulnerable, almost like Voldemort was going to attack somehow. He closed his eyes and fell into a nightmarish sleep. More nightmares of his godfather saying it was his fault. The same one he had been seeing all summer. This time at the end it was different though. It was as though some ghost or final living spirit of his godfather still in this realm broke through. It spoke to him.
"Harry, don't believe this. This isn't real. I would never blame you for my death. Tonight you will meet someone who will save your life many times. He will train you. And he will give you a way out of the wizarding world if you wish. Fight Voldemort to the end is all I ask Harry. He does not deserve to live any longer. Goodbye, Harry"
Harry woke with a start. He heard the rustling of the wind outside. 'I closed that window; how could it be open?' he thought. He looked towards the window. He saw a dark figure with glowing red eyes staring at him. He jumped up and pulled out his wand.
"Voldemort, this can't be! You can't get through the blood protection!"
The Dark Figure moved his hand in a sideways motion, and Harry's wand is ripped from his hand into the dark figure's hand.
"Put that down silly child. We must get out of here very quickly before Tom finds me."
"Wand less magic, but how could you do it without concentrating!?" Harry asked.
"I am no wizard, child"
"Then what are you" Harry asked perplexed.
"Listen that doesn't matter you fool! All will be explained in due time! Now you must come with me." The Dark Figure yelled.
The Dark Figure disappeared leaving a letter in his wake. Harry walked over to his window. Sticking his head out looking for anything unusual he picked up the letter. Reading it we found it was a portkey. Hearing knocking at the door he went down and looked through the window and saw a few dozen death eaters. They broke down the door and tried to grab him, once they got him they were about to pull out and apparate before he screamed "3-2-1!!!!!" and he teleported with the few death eaters that were still on him.
Once he teleported the Death Eaters threw him to the ground and the second they did they were stabbed in the heart. Harry looked up and saw the dark figure standing there with his two blood-stained swords which he had sliced through the air and sheathed in less then a second.
"What the hell are you?"
"It would take to long to explain and we are short of time" The dark figure said as he waved his hand and a bed appeared. “Here, sleep you will need a full nights rest."
Ok...but what should I call you?"
"Lord Sonic"
"Ok Lord Sonic"
Harry went to sleep that night slightly perturbed. All night screams of the man that had saved him that night had followed him even in his dreams. Harry awoke to the groans of a boy not much older then himself. Harry tried to wake the boy and when he did the boy awoke and put a sword to his neck and a gun to his head.
Oh it’s just you" The weapons disappeared in a swish of darkness. "Don't you ever wake me up again, you might not live to tell the tale."
"Quite a temper problem I see"
"Think what you want but I am not an angry psycho. I am but a man with….Hell not even I know how to describe my problems. I am Lord Blade, master of death."
"I thought you were Lord Sonic."
"Oh I am Lord Sonic alright. But we are two different people in one mind. God likes to twist people the wrong way some times."
Harry looked at the boy before him. He seemed like a normal boy on the outside. But what drew his attention was what he was wearing and surprisingly enough the air around him. He wore normal muggle clothing. But it just seemed odd. He had several necklaces on all seeming almost real. One was a dragon necklace with glowing red eyes. Another was a phoenix necklace with glowing green eyes. And last and the seemingly most awe-inspiring was a crown with what seemed like a glowing blue diamond in the top of the crown spike. The air was like crackling lightning emanating of magic.
"Ah yes my necklaces. They hold the truth to me. I am 2 people in one body, yes. But there is another one that holds my past and Destiny tightly. Every persona of mine has a different form. In my phoenix form I am Lord Blade, which you see now, he is my light form oddly using dark powers. In my dragon form I am Lord sonic, a dark specter which you will never see completely as he is a shadow which can take a solidified form also using light powers. And then my last which I will show you, don't be frightened."
And there Harry stood watching the man transform into a beast of power. A swirl of black and white engulfed the man. It was if the powers of god and the devil were combining to make this beast of a man. There was lightning crackling in the air. The power emanating from the swirl was almost too much to bear. The Swirl dissipated and there stood a man at the brink of good and evil, light and dark. The man was god-like. He wore a black trench coat with slight white stripes that formed a crown on his back. Most amazingly he had a scythe on his back with a ruby blade. Something very noticeable was two katanas. One blade was on his right with a glowing emerald blade the other a glowing blue diamond blade on his left.
In a booming deep voice, "This is my true form" he said "I am the bain of light and at the same time the doom of darkness. I am the Lord of Light and the Overseer of Darkness. I am God and yet I am the Devil. I am the Grim Reaper, never taking sides. I am Lord Twilight master of any souls that deserve special treatment." He finished cracking his knuckles.
"My god" Harry said by the amazing transformation.
"Yes?" Lord Twilight said chuckling "No I am but joking, I am no god but I was appointed by him and the devil to balance out the world. Heh, I think I was the only thing they ever agree on.” He stated. "I remember you asking if I was a wizard or something to the effect that would assume I was" he scratched his chin in thought. "Some said Merlin wasn't a wizard or warlock. Some said he was magic. I am not going to refute this comparison as he was quite powerful. But if you truly want to know, I am magic. It is my being. I am a mix of evil, good, and magic. Evil to form my fighting skills, my personality, and my power, good to form my personality, heart, wisdom, and knowledge, magic to form my body and my weapons. In a way I am nothing and everything at the same time. I am here to help you with your quest."
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Dumbledore had been sitting in the kitchen at Number Twelve Grimmauld Place enjoying a round of tea when he got the news. Harry Potter has gone missing after failed Death Eater Attack. That’s what all the wizarding papers had said this morning. That was really all they knew. Dumbledore was so angry he almost killed Severus Snape. Thankfully Fred and George were there to take a wizarding picture and then break the two apart. At the scene of the attack there were about 20 masks and robes of death eaters and seemingly the only thing left of the bodies was dust.
He had been cheered up when he saw the twins testing their new Wizard Wheeze, the Broom Board. They had been studying some muggle toys for ideas. They came across a rather inspired invention called the skateboard. Learning how to use the device they found it was similar to what Harry did in his second year when he jumped on top his broom to catch the snitch. They decided it would be fun if they could do something the effect of that but safer and easier to pull off. So studied how to make simple broom just to learn and starting making brooms for practice. Eventually they got to some speeds close to a Nimbus 2000, very impressing in that short amount of time I might add. So they started messing with some physics charms and ending up making a very fun product. 'I must remember to try one of those myself someday' thought the headmaster.
Dumbledore had taken the job of telling Harry’s friends that he, Harry, is missing. He walked up to the door that led to Ron and Ginny’s bedroom. He sighed and commenced in knocking on the door. Ron opened the door and the first thing he noticed was that they were playing a game of exploding snap.
"Ron, Hermione, Ginny, I must tell you something. Sadly after a Death Eater attack last night Harry Potter has disappeared."
Ginny immediately burst out crying. Hermione and Ron took a bit to sink in. All Hermione could break out were sobs and she just kept saying No over and over.
"How could you let this happen to him, after all he has been through?! We trusted you! He trusted you! I thought you had your stupid Order of the Phoenix to protect him! What the hell happened! Who f**ked up! I'll kill him!" Ron yelled.
"I am very sorry Ron but I cannot give you that information. Despite the language you used. You are not part of the Order" Dumbledore replied.
"What the hell is wrong with you?! You don’t even f**king know Harry! We are his best friends. And who are you? You're just a stupid headmaster who thinks he is stronger and smarter then everyone else!" His final words echoed throughout the room and when they finally faded to nothing Ron's eyes opened slightly after realizing what he had said. "I’m sorry Headmaster; I didn’t mean to say those things...” And with that the Headmaster had abruptly cut him off.
"No need I understand." He slammed the door and walked downstairs while taking out a lemon drop from his pocket.
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"So are you up for some training?" Lord Blade asked.
"Sure" Harry replied.
"Now I will teach you a bit about martial arts so we can get into some majutu."
"And what the hell is this majuta?"
"Majuta, and in layman's terms magic karate."
"Ok, so what are you going to teach me?"
"Everything"
"In two hours?"
"Yup"
"I’m screwed"
"Just a little"
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"You asked to see me Headmaster?" The cloaked man walked through the door.
"Yes Severus please come here, I must speak to you." The old man replied.
"If this is about the attack…" He was cut off.
"This isn’t just about the attack. My control over the order and the children is slipping. Thy order is so worried about Harry they can't do their jobs. It is starting to affect the progress of this war."
To say Severus was surprised would be an understatement. He had never heard the Headmaster speak in a way such as this. He spoke of the Order as if it were just a way to gain more influence.
"But Headmaster is that not a normal reaction? I mean I personally may not like him but he is a very beloved boy. If he went missing, hope would be lost for the Wizards even the muggles of the world. I do feel sorry for him. He seems to have the weight of the world on his shoulders. Every death here he takes very personally. He runs the situation back over his mind over and over again until he can find a way he could have saved that person, which, in the end, makes him feel much worse about it." Severus finished it off and was surprised that he had said those things. Those were things he kept dearest to himself, possibly because he went through it as a child and as a Death Eater.
"Has our old potions master gone soft on me? Severus the way you speak is almost if you like the boy. Up until now you have given everyone the impression of hating the boy."
"Don't mock me Dumbledore. You know as well as I do that you were the one to tell me to pretend like I hate him. If you ever again accuse me of hating someone I don't you may find yourself on the wrong side of a wand."
"Yes my dear friend it may be true that I told you to do those things I never wanted you to do the things you have done to him."
"You bastard! How could you ever accuse me of something like this. You stupid manipulative bastard, don't you ever mock me again or you will die in a painful way."
Severus with a swish of his robes walked abruptly out of the room. 'How could he mock me like that. When I find Harry I am going to tell him the truth. While yes I am a grumpy Bastard I hate no one other then The Dark Lord and his followers. Dumbledore with go down. He always has his acts up. The nice old headmaster that defeated Grindywald I disagree. He thinks that he would be such a good leader yet he likes to be behind the scenes manipulating everything instead of being the star lights in a position like the Minister of Magic. He pretends to be something he is not to trick the people into thinking he is the next Merlin. To the man's credit he does do good things but he does them in bad ways. Once Harry defeats Voldemort he truly will be put down.' Severus opened the door to his room and walked in. Closing the door he walked to his favorite chair in the whole d**ned house and plopped down right into it. He continued to brood.
'If only Harry could realize the truth. I hated watching his worst memories last year; and disappointed that he didn't practice. I understand why though. Dumbledore wouldn't let me teach him the theory. d**n moron, he thinks that keeping Harry out of the loop will give him a trump card. He knows what happens when people are misinformed. When they find out relevant information about themselves people will go into anger powered frenzy. Now with normal people it will include a lot of yelling. But when you have one of the most down trodden boys in the world and include the fact that he is one of the most powerful wizards since the founders and Merlin, well lets just say that anyone who stands in his way won't be happy for a long time.' Severus would have gone on thinking about this, that is if he didn't feel his arm burning like a pregnant dog. 'Duty calls" He thought.
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These are not chapterized but I have to split it in half so it will be posted (Its to big)
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Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by the most respectable and noble house of Rowling
Harry Potter and the Twilight Lord
The gray clouds seemed to further depress the sorrowed lands they reined upon. One man stood between anger, happiness, and sorrow. One man stood upon desolated land. He stood in the shadows of a building once mighty and powerful, the building a Dark Lord once stood in while he attempted to rule the world. But now it’s over, that Lord is dead and newfound peace has spread across the land. But not this place, this place has seen to much death, nothing can grow here anymore, this place the place of battles all historic battles of good and evil took place here.
And now it is pointless, the final battle having just taken place a few hours ago. This place is now desolate of all life except one. That of a seventeen year old man, stood there on the land that wrought much destruction. Now one may say that a seventeen year old is nothing but a boy, in some cases this may be true, but in this case is false. This boy has seen too much, this boy has ridden the world of countless evils, this boy has had his closest friends and family killed and still found the power to be kind-hearted, this boy has just rid the world of the last and most powerful Dark Lord since time has begun. If that doesn’t make him a man in your eyes then may the creator have mercy on your soul.
The man held a magnificent blade of the finest metals the world has ever seen, even through the blood that was covering it you could tell that this blade could never be matched by another. But the most eye catching part was a small inscription from the hilt to the tip of the blade. It looked as though it were carved into the blade and after that liquid emerald was poured into the carving. The inscription read- This blade was created solely to rid the evils of this world. Any being that tries to use this blade against the master that wields it shall be destroyed from the power flowing from the Dragon Fang, Phoenix Feather, and Blue Diamond infused into the metal of this blade.~ Harry Potter
How did I get myself into this? He thought as he looked over to his newfound friend the Twilight Lord. It didn’t take his mind long to revert back to the end of his fifth year of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry.
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An ominous cloud seemed to overcome Privet Drive that night and one Harry Potter wasn't one to not notice things like this after the death of his Godfather Sirius Black. As he went to bed that night he couldn't help but feel vulnerable, almost like Voldemort was going to attack somehow. He closed his eyes and fell into a nightmarish sleep. More nightmares of his godfather saying it was his fault. The same one he had been seeing all summer. This time at the end it was different though. It was as though some ghost or final living spirit of his godfather still in this realm broke through. It spoke to him.
"Harry, don't believe this. This isn't real. I would never blame you for my death. Tonight you will meet someone who will save your life many times. He will train you. And he will give you a way out of the wizarding world if you wish. Fight Voldemort to the end is all I ask Harry. He does not deserve to live any longer. Goodbye, Harry"
Harry woke with a start. He heard the rustling of the wind outside. 'I closed that window; how could it be open?' he thought. He looked towards the window. He saw a dark figure with glowing red eyes staring at him. He jumped up and pulled out his wand.
"Voldemort, this can't be! You can't get through the blood protection!"
The Dark Figure moved his hand in a sideways motion, and Harry's wand is ripped from his hand into the dark figure's hand.
"Put that down silly child. We must get out of here very quickly before Tom finds me."
"Wand less magic, but how could you do it without concentrating!?" Harry asked.
"I am no wizard, child"
"Then what are you" Harry asked perplexed.
"Listen that doesn't matter you fool! All will be explained in due time! Now you must come with me." The Dark Figure yelled.
The Dark Figure disappeared leaving a letter in his wake. Harry walked over to his window. Sticking his head out looking for anything unusual he picked up the letter. Reading it we found it was a portkey. Hearing knocking at the door he went down and looked through the window and saw a few dozen death eaters. They broke down the door and tried to grab him, once they got him they were about to pull out and apparate before he screamed "3-2-1!!!!!" and he teleported with the few death eaters that were still on him.
Once he teleported the Death Eaters threw him to the ground and the second they did they were stabbed in the heart. Harry looked up and saw the dark figure standing there with his two blood-stained swords which he had sliced through the air and sheathed in less then a second.
"What the hell are you?"
"It would take to long to explain and we are short of time" The dark figure said as he waved his hand and a bed appeared. “Here, sleep you will need a full nights rest."
Ok...but what should I call you?"
"Lord Sonic"
"Ok Lord Sonic"
Harry went to sleep that night slightly perturbed. All night screams of the man that had saved him that night had followed him even in his dreams. Harry awoke to the groans of a boy not much older then himself. Harry tried to wake the boy and when he did the boy awoke and put a sword to his neck and a gun to his head.
Oh it’s just you" The weapons disappeared in a swish of darkness. "Don't you ever wake me up again, you might not live to tell the tale."
"Quite a temper problem I see"
"Think what you want but I am not an angry psycho. I am but a man with….Hell not even I know how to describe my problems. I am Lord Blade, master of death."
"I thought you were Lord Sonic."
"Oh I am Lord Sonic alright. But we are two different people in one mind. God likes to twist people the wrong way some times."
Harry looked at the boy before him. He seemed like a normal boy on the outside. But what drew his attention was what he was wearing and surprisingly enough the air around him. He wore normal muggle clothing. But it just seemed odd. He had several necklaces on all seeming almost real. One was a dragon necklace with glowing red eyes. Another was a phoenix necklace with glowing green eyes. And last and the seemingly most awe-inspiring was a crown with what seemed like a glowing blue diamond in the top of the crown spike. The air was like crackling lightning emanating of magic.
"Ah yes my necklaces. They hold the truth to me. I am 2 people in one body, yes. But there is another one that holds my past and Destiny tightly. Every persona of mine has a different form. In my phoenix form I am Lord Blade, which you see now, he is my light form oddly using dark powers. In my dragon form I am Lord sonic, a dark specter which you will never see completely as he is a shadow which can take a solidified form also using light powers. And then my last which I will show you, don't be frightened."
And there Harry stood watching the man transform into a beast of power. A swirl of black and white engulfed the man. It was if the powers of god and the devil were combining to make this beast of a man. There was lightning crackling in the air. The power emanating from the swirl was almost too much to bear. The Swirl dissipated and there stood a man at the brink of good and evil, light and dark. The man was god-like. He wore a black trench coat with slight white stripes that formed a crown on his back. Most amazingly he had a scythe on his back with a ruby blade. Something very noticeable was two katanas. One blade was on his right with a glowing emerald blade the other a glowing blue diamond blade on his left.
In a booming deep voice, "This is my true form" he said "I am the bain of light and at the same time the doom of darkness. I am the Lord of Light and the Overseer of Darkness. I am God and yet I am the Devil. I am the Grim Reaper, never taking sides. I am Lord Twilight master of any souls that deserve special treatment." He finished cracking his knuckles.
"My god" Harry said by the amazing transformation.
"Yes?" Lord Twilight said chuckling "No I am but joking, I am no god but I was appointed by him and the devil to balance out the world. Heh, I think I was the only thing they ever agree on.” He stated. "I remember you asking if I was a wizard or something to the effect that would assume I was" he scratched his chin in thought. "Some said Merlin wasn't a wizard or warlock. Some said he was magic. I am not going to refute this comparison as he was quite powerful. But if you truly want to know, I am magic. It is my being. I am a mix of evil, good, and magic. Evil to form my fighting skills, my personality, and my power, good to form my personality, heart, wisdom, and knowledge, magic to form my body and my weapons. In a way I am nothing and everything at the same time. I am here to help you with your quest."
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Dumbledore had been sitting in the kitchen at Number Twelve Grimmauld Place enjoying a round of tea when he got the news. Harry Potter has gone missing after failed Death Eater Attack. That’s what all the wizarding papers had said this morning. That was really all they knew. Dumbledore was so angry he almost killed Severus Snape. Thankfully Fred and George were there to take a wizarding picture and then break the two apart. At the scene of the attack there were about 20 masks and robes of death eaters and seemingly the only thing left of the bodies was dust.
He had been cheered up when he saw the twins testing their new Wizard Wheeze, the Broom Board. They had been studying some muggle toys for ideas. They came across a rather inspired invention called the skateboard. Learning how to use the device they found it was similar to what Harry did in his second year when he jumped on top his broom to catch the snitch. They decided it would be fun if they could do something the effect of that but safer and easier to pull off. So studied how to make simple broom just to learn and starting making brooms for practice. Eventually they got to some speeds close to a Nimbus 2000, very impressing in that short amount of time I might add. So they started messing with some physics charms and ending up making a very fun product. 'I must remember to try one of those myself someday' thought the headmaster.
Dumbledore had taken the job of telling Harry’s friends that he, Harry, is missing. He walked up to the door that led to Ron and Ginny’s bedroom. He sighed and commenced in knocking on the door. Ron opened the door and the first thing he noticed was that they were playing a game of exploding snap.
"Ron, Hermione, Ginny, I must tell you something. Sadly after a Death Eater attack last night Harry Potter has disappeared."
Ginny immediately burst out crying. Hermione and Ron took a bit to sink in. All Hermione could break out were sobs and she just kept saying No over and over.
"How could you let this happen to him, after all he has been through?! We trusted you! He trusted you! I thought you had your stupid Order of the Phoenix to protect him! What the hell happened! Who f**ked up! I'll kill him!" Ron yelled.
"I am very sorry Ron but I cannot give you that information. Despite the language you used. You are not part of the Order" Dumbledore replied.
"What the hell is wrong with you?! You don’t even f**king know Harry! We are his best friends. And who are you? You're just a stupid headmaster who thinks he is stronger and smarter then everyone else!" His final words echoed throughout the room and when they finally faded to nothing Ron's eyes opened slightly after realizing what he had said. "I’m sorry Headmaster; I didn’t mean to say those things...” And with that the Headmaster had abruptly cut him off.
"No need I understand." He slammed the door and walked downstairs while taking out a lemon drop from his pocket.
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"So are you up for some training?" Lord Blade asked.
"Sure" Harry replied.
"Now I will teach you a bit about martial arts so we can get into some majutu."
"And what the hell is this majuta?"
"Majuta, and in layman's terms magic karate."
"Ok, so what are you going to teach me?"
"Everything"
"In two hours?"
"Yup"
"I’m screwed"
"Just a little"
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"You asked to see me Headmaster?" The cloaked man walked through the door.
"Yes Severus please come here, I must speak to you." The old man replied.
"If this is about the attack…" He was cut off.
"This isn’t just about the attack. My control over the order and the children is slipping. Thy order is so worried about Harry they can't do their jobs. It is starting to affect the progress of this war."
To say Severus was surprised would be an understatement. He had never heard the Headmaster speak in a way such as this. He spoke of the Order as if it were just a way to gain more influence.
"But Headmaster is that not a normal reaction? I mean I personally may not like him but he is a very beloved boy. If he went missing, hope would be lost for the Wizards even the muggles of the world. I do feel sorry for him. He seems to have the weight of the world on his shoulders. Every death here he takes very personally. He runs the situation back over his mind over and over again until he can find a way he could have saved that person, which, in the end, makes him feel much worse about it." Severus finished it off and was surprised that he had said those things. Those were things he kept dearest to himself, possibly because he went through it as a child and as a Death Eater.
"Has our old potions master gone soft on me? Severus the way you speak is almost if you like the boy. Up until now you have given everyone the impression of hating the boy."
"Don't mock me Dumbledore. You know as well as I do that you were the one to tell me to pretend like I hate him. If you ever again accuse me of hating someone I don't you may find yourself on the wrong side of a wand."
"Yes my dear friend it may be true that I told you to do those things I never wanted you to do the things you have done to him."
"You bastard! How could you ever accuse me of something like this. You stupid manipulative bastard, don't you ever mock me again or you will die in a painful way."
Severus with a swish of his robes walked abruptly out of the room. 'How could he mock me like that. When I find Harry I am going to tell him the truth. While yes I am a grumpy Bastard I hate no one other then The Dark Lord and his followers. Dumbledore with go down. He always has his acts up. The nice old headmaster that defeated Grindywald I disagree. He thinks that he would be such a good leader yet he likes to be behind the scenes manipulating everything instead of being the star lights in a position like the Minister of Magic. He pretends to be something he is not to trick the people into thinking he is the next Merlin. To the man's credit he does do good things but he does them in bad ways. Once Harry defeats Voldemort he truly will be put down.' Severus opened the door to his room and walked in. Closing the door he walked to his favorite chair in the whole d**ned house and plopped down right into it. He continued to brood.
'If only Harry could realize the truth. I hated watching his worst memories last year; and disappointed that he didn't practice. I understand why though. Dumbledore wouldn't let me teach him the theory. d**n moron, he thinks that keeping Harry out of the loop will give him a trump card. He knows what happens when people are misinformed. When they find out relevant information about themselves people will go into anger powered frenzy. Now with normal people it will include a lot of yelling. But when you have one of the most down trodden boys in the world and include the fact that he is one of the most powerful wizards since the founders and Merlin, well lets just say that anyone who stands in his way won't be happy for a long time.' Severus would have gone on thinking about this, that is if he didn't feel his arm burning like a pregnant dog. 'Duty calls" He thought.
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