Warning: bad language, death. Full credit to JKR and WB. This is the last
chapter. There is no sequel. None. Happy reading.
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First Kill
Chapter 7 Two birds and a Stone
By WittchWay
Harry lay in the schools infirmary. Sirius was sitting next to him patting his hand. Dumbledore was tapping his foot impatiently at the foot of the bed. He was in low whispers with professor Snape.
Albus held up his hand to whatever the professor was saying and pulled his wand he looked once at Harry and sighed deeply, "Bindous" he spoke softly as hospital restraints wrapped suddenly around Harry's ankles. Harry let a small yelp escape as Sirius dropped his head and moved from the chair he had been sitting on to the bed next to Harry pulling him into his arms.
"I haven't done anything" he whispered.
"I know Harry..." Sirius broke off.
Madam Pomfrey came in with a small block of chocolate and hammer to break it apart with. She looked from Harry to the restraints to Dumbledore.
"Should I even bother" She gestured toward the block and hammer.
"Yes madam please..." he waved for her to proceed. "Harry, how do you feel...honestly?"
"Fine...Really, I hadn't eaten lunch and had quidditch practice. Had been up late the night before...I was just a little dizzy," he wanted to mention that his skin itched and that his mind seemed cloudy but he just couldn't make the words come out. Something told him not to mention such things.
They had been stepping around him for months now, babying him, every ache or pain. Every time he had mentioned a headache Sirius had rushed him up to Dumbledore. Even Snape wasn't looking at him in his usually scowl anymore.
Dumbledore looked over the edge of his glasses, intently searchingly as if Harry was withholding the truth. "Fine," he finally spoke, "I want you to spend the night here as it's late. One ankle will remind in a forever bind until I release it tomorrow morning. Sirius I ask that you stay as well..."
Dumbledore turned to leave, "Harry, your wand please..." he held out his hand. Madam Pomfrey hissed holding a chunk of chocolate out, as Harry relinquished his wand to Dumbledore. "Sirius..." Dumbledore held his other hand, Sirius narrowed his eyes, he be damned if he was going to give up his wand, he had finally gotten use to having one on him, after all those years of being in prison, the awkwardness of a wand in hand had finally worn off, "We don't need a repeat," Dumbledore nodded.
"Not Happy about this at all," as he dug through his robes for his wand.
***
Dumbledore sat in his office, Snape pacing in front of the fireplace. He watched the potions master movements back and forth. Fawkes ruffled somewhere from behind him. They were both lost in thought.
Dumbledore's a little more troubling; he couldn't get out of his mind Dr. McKinnon's last words to him. "Not safe for the public", Was that Harry? Would the boy have to be locked away? If he had been a pacing man he would have been right alongside professor Snape.
"Why did Voldemort take off the mask? That's what I don't understand?"
Albus looked up Snape had stopped in front of him his hands on his hips.
"But Voldemort didn't take the mask off. Correct? You stated it simply melted into his skin. That he absorbed it?"
"Right...What do you think he had in mind...perhaps you should have bound both legs."
Dumbledore nodded. Perhaps he would take a walk down to the infirmary wing and have a look in on the boy before he turned in for the night. He leaned back in his chair, there was more to this little riddle than the facts laid out before him. There was always more, masks and Voldemort.
***
It was sometime in the late hours of the night that Harry woke to a door closing. He turned his head toward the door but it didn't appear as if any one was there. He lay there for a long time with his eyes open staring at the ceiling before he actually realized he was awake. He could hear Sirius's wheezed sleep next to him. A drip of water somewhere in the distance. He watched the strange movement of shadows on the walls. Outlines of owls and the movement of clouds ghosted shadowy across the old stone structure on the opposite wall.
Harry sat up, looking around the room, Sirius lay to his left, a candle burned down to its nub on his right. No sight of madam Pomfrey. He smiled slightly and bent down to undo the bind on his leg but was startled to see that both legs were now bound. His hand hovered nervously over the binds. He touched the left restraint lightly with the tips of his fingers and it instantly tightened around his ankle, he could feel the magic crackle in the air.
Harry shifted in the bed. Looking at his ankle the tingling eased slightly as long as he didn't touch the bind. He tried to touch it with the corner of the bed sheet and felt it tighten again. He hadn't really expected that to work either. But he had to test the limits of the restraint. It didn't really hurt as much as it was uncomfortable.
He touched the restraint again with a finger and felt it start to tighten again. He jumped suddenly as Sirius snorted and turned to lie on his back. Harry looked around him for anything that might help him out of the restraints. The side table was littered with candy and a few scattered cards. Hermoine had brought his schoolbooks. A few quills and an inkwell. He hadn't even realized his friends had visited him.
Harry looked back to the restraint. It was a cloth one with no latch to tug it open. Harry growled lowly, then stopped, why did I do that? He hissed under his breath. He felt like a caged animal. He didn't like being tied down. He felt unsafe and vulnerable. Harry pulled at his leg, "I have to go to the bathroom" he muttered to it. The restraint didn't move, perhaps sensing it wasn't true, or it wasn't magically inclined like that.
"Sirius...Sirius" he called a little louder. "I have to go to the bathroom."
Sirius turned back over and opened the drawer at the bedside, opened one eye and pulled up a small portable urinal, tossed it at Harry and turned back over and was snoring. Harry ignored it, so that left Sirius out on options to help him.
Harry didn't care he had to get out of here. The pressure in his head, in his mind was getting to be too much. He had to escape, he had to do what his master asked and then return to him. He had to make him happy. Harry pulled at the restraints again, they tighten again cutting into his leg. He didn't care, he had a mission he had to complete.
Harry tore at the restraints, small tears of fiber bled under his fingernails, he was clawing at his own leg, blood pooled to the surface, long scratches tore at his bare legs. "Please master...help me...please" Harry stopped, shaking with what he had just said, where had that thought comes from. His mind felt as if it wasn't his own anymore, a small throbbing at the base of his neck intensified.
He clawed at his head, his eyes scrunched up, his face twisted as if in pain, though he was in none.
"Rescito.... rescito." he screamed silently. The restraint tightened again and then fell loose, not quite off but enough that if he twisted his ankles just right he could slip his foot through.
Harry slide off the bed to the floor resting his head on the cool stone of the infirmary, he had pulled the bedclothes down with him. They had draped themselves over and around him, he was shaking madly, he couldn't stop his actions, he couldn't stop his muttering, and words were pouring out of his mouth that he was unfamiliar with. He crawled toward the foot of his bed whimpering, Sirius still slept. Though the snores had softened. Harry scurried toward the door leading back to the main hall.
Harry eased the pale green of the infirmary doors open, casting shadows of reflecting glass into the hallway. He scurried out the door and down the hall, the school was silent in this late hour. He crept along hallways he was a bit unaccustomed with. He sank lowly to the floor in front of the stone gargoyle in front of Dumbledore's office. He hugged the perch of the gargoyle as it cocked its head to look down at him.
Harry looked down the hall as he whispered different candy treats to the stone creature. Finally the gargoyle sprang to life, and hesitantly moved aside. Harry backed up into the small hall creeping up the circular moving steps toward the headmaster's office. He passed quickly through the small sitting area outside the office, directly to the door of the main office. Harry stopped and listened it was silent, he rocked on the heels of his feet, resting his head on the door. He didn't know what he was doing here, but he couldn't stop his actions. He desperately wanted to return to the infirmary.
Harry pushed at the door into the office, the headmasters seat lay empty, not even Fawk was at his perch. A cold shiver went up his spine. He circled around the desk looking at pieces of work the headmaster was doing. Ancient bookcases and objects lined the back wall, Harry padded lightly past it all. The fire in the hearth had burned down to glowing embers, a door lay just to the right of the fireplace closed. He headed straight for the door and stopped. He couldn't figure out why he was here. Why he wanted to go to the headmasters private rooms.
He leaned against the closed door. His head-felt heavy, the pressure was pulling on his face, his neck, he reached up touching his face and quickly pulled his hand away. "No" he whispered, he started to shake, it couldn't be. Harry clawed at his face and scalp, he panicked the mask was back, it was burning into his skin. He could feel the cool cloth covering his face, hair and his neck. How long had it been back? Something was burning him, his arm, a tingle on the upper left arm. Harry pulled up his sleeve, a small greenish black skull and snake putruding through his mouth. He wanted to scream, but a mumbled voice tugged at him, telling him to hurry, to move on, guiding him, forcing him.
Harry wanted to scream he whined as his hands clasped over where his mouth had been, he wanted to go back to Sirius, to the infirmary, he wanted to go back and strap him self-back in. But he couldn't make his feet obey him. he couldn't will his body nor twist his body to return back to where he should be.
He rested his head against the door tapping lightly, a hand, his hand, of it's own free will lifted up and turned the doorknob. Harry whimpered, he crawled back a space and then through the door.
Stone steps leading up and another set leading down, small stone petruded out at irregular intervals as small crude handrails. The stones were deeply yellowed and a groove had been worn into each step as if hundreds of headmasters had step up them for centuries. Harry choose the steps leading up following the spiral of stairs, not daring to touch the small hand rails, small slits of windows would appear oddly shaped and oval. No paintings or statues, it seemed to go on forever, Harry started to count the steps after a while, he was sure this was the way but started to doubt after he reached 369.
He rounded another corner preparing to count some more when the stairs simple ended and there stood a plan wooden door, it startled Harry a moment and he just stood there starring at it. He was about to enter Dumbledore's private rooms, he breathed heavily, shaking he reached out a hand, would an alarm alert the headmaster he was here. He dragged the tips of his fingers along the door, it was smooth to the touch, cool, calming somehow. He pressed his cheek against it.
Harry pushed the door open, the shadow of the room crept through to where he was standing. The door creaked as he pushed it open wider enough for him to slip in. He crouched just inside the door closing it behind him. The room was heavily dark, tired paintings of past headmasters rim the top of the room, not one opened an eye, old tapestries and a well-worn chair next to an old chest of drawers. In the middle of the room a small sigh of sleep under man covers lay the headmaster. White strands of his long hair lay over the pillow, the purple and gold nightcap slightly austere, Harry inched closer to the bed leaning over the man. Harry watched him sleeping, he breathed heavily and mumbled something that sounded like Betri Bots, though he couldn't be sure. Harry looked over the room, a door opposite presumable a closet and on the side of the bed table his and Sirius wand. Harry was around the bed and wand in hand before he could think. He stood there staring at his wand, relieved to have it back in his hands.
Harry looked down at the headmaster's peaceful sleep, the lines of his old face had shifted as he lay on his side, the tip of Dumbledore's own wand poking out from under his pillow. Harry reached down easing it out slowly, the wand was very long and pointed, bendy, he was sure it would have a unicorn hair with in it.
Harry held a wand in each hand, all he had to do was say the killing curse, and then he could return to his master. He would eliminate their one obstacle, he would be rewarded beyond his wildest dreams. Harry repressed a giggle and raised each wand. The moon light bounced off the tip.
Harry felt the pressure on his head burn, his eyes we almost blinding him, tears leaked staining the mask, he didn't want to do this, but he couldn't stop his actions. The tattoo on his arm burned, he could think of nothing but obeying Voldemort, Lord Voldemort...his master, the Dark Lord.
Harry swished the wand down yelling the words that would seal his fate, "Avada kedr..."
"Stupefy" was yelled some where to his left, Harry turned his head to see who it was, as he turned a foot collided with his chest. He fell back as someone tackled him, their knee in his chest. Harry struggled, yelling spells to disconnect his attackers, someone was sitting on his legs, the body on his chest slumped forward as one of the hexes hit. Harry was pinned, down, his breathing was restricted.
Ropes went around his hands and legs, magical binds, muggle rope. He screamed for his release.
"Resito" he yelled "alohomora" any charm he could think that might release him.
Harry stilled, opening his eyes slowly. Snape was looming over him, as was Sirius and Flitwick who was just being un Petrificus Totalus'ed, Dumbledore who had been hovering in the back came forward, "Harry" he knelt next to the boy, "you attempted to commit murder tonight."
Harry growled, this up set had destroyed Voldemort's plan for him to join him. His master was going to be mad. He would be punished, he had failed the Dark Lord.
"Severus the portkey" Dumbledore pulled his real wand from his robes. Harry growled screamed, this whole thing had been a trap. Had been a set up. Snape held the portkey, Sirius grabbed the other end, each had a hold of one of Harry's arms. Dumbledore touched his wand to the tip of the portkey and the trio disappeared.
"You all right Filius," Dumbledore helped the small wizard up.
"Aye, I'll be fine, it's just been so many years since I've been hit with a spell."
Dumbledore smile, "I trust you'll find your own way to the madam Pomfrey, I want to be at St. Mungo's before anything goes a rye."
Dumbledore smiled and disapparated. (Headmaster privileges).
Dr. Mckinnon was waiting for Dumbledore at the front gates as he appeared before him. Mckinnon had his arms crossed, over his chest and a small smirk on his lips.
Dumbledore strode toward his old friend, "ah, Mckinnon, Severus and Sirius have arrived with Harry Potter, correct"
"Oh, yes Albus. Come on inside,"
Albus followed his long time friend inside, "I'll just explain the situation will I? .... Harry some how or other tried on a death eater..."
Mckinnon stopped holding up his hand, "... that won't be necessary, I remember what you told me the first time you were here, just tell me what's happened since." He started back up the steps. Albus Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and stood where he was,
"Albus please, we work in a wizard hospital, it has come routine to unoblious ourselves every Wednesday and Friday, I've known for weeks. I knew you would be returning with the boy worse then when you left."
"Of course Mckinnon, how foolish of me" Albus followed, informing the doctor of the happenings since they had last left.
He followed Mckinnon to the top floor to where a series of padded rooms lined one wall. Sirius was rocking on the balls of his feet, rubbing his hands together nervously, "headmaster" he cried out, "we can't leave him here. Look at him, he'll go crazy in here."
Snape looked back through the little window, "I think he's already there" he muttered.
Enraged Sirius jumped on the potion professor,
"Enough" Dumbledore spat, he pushed past the two men. Looking through the one way window himself, Harry was kneeling in a corner tapping his head against the wall. Muttering "Master" and other Voldemort supported type propaganda.
Mckinnon came forward, "I'll be hiding him here, if word got out he would be in Azkaban for bearing the dark mark"
Sirius squeaked and pressed his nose against the glass, Snape nodded and Dumbledore looked to his feet as if they held the answer.
"There has to be away to fix him." Sirius spoke over his shoulder.
Snape who had been silent finally spoke, "there's no way to help him. He's blood bond to Voldemort..." he looked back at Harry, "I believe I'm right when I say only Voldemort could release him from the bind or if the Order kills Voldemort, Harry will die at the same time, as will all special force death eaters".
Sirius looked up to Dumbledore and Mckinnon who both looked away "that can't be true" Sirius said desperately, "it can't". Harry rocked again, banging his head into the padding, "Isn't there something you can give him, to calm him down".
"Yes we'll mix it in with his food at dinner, I'm sure he won't take anything orally from us. Headmaster why don't you come for tea and we'll disgust his care. Sirius you're more than welcome to join us."
He shook his head, he stood there for a long while watching Harry, watching his godson and the monster he had become. Voldemort had eliminated one obstacle in the war.
Snape touched his shoulder once and then drifted off. Dumbledore and Mckinnon were long gone.
All Sirius could do was watch.
The End
Thanks to everyone who reviewed, read the story, glanced, went forward them back, took a peek, emailed me, IM'd me. There's no spoilers here for OotP.
Just a little reminder this is Not a dark Harry story.but as the summary said a Harry goes insane story.
First Kill
Chapter 7 Two birds and a Stone
By WittchWay
Harry lay in the schools infirmary. Sirius was sitting next to him patting his hand. Dumbledore was tapping his foot impatiently at the foot of the bed. He was in low whispers with professor Snape.
Albus held up his hand to whatever the professor was saying and pulled his wand he looked once at Harry and sighed deeply, "Bindous" he spoke softly as hospital restraints wrapped suddenly around Harry's ankles. Harry let a small yelp escape as Sirius dropped his head and moved from the chair he had been sitting on to the bed next to Harry pulling him into his arms.
"I haven't done anything" he whispered.
"I know Harry..." Sirius broke off.
Madam Pomfrey came in with a small block of chocolate and hammer to break it apart with. She looked from Harry to the restraints to Dumbledore.
"Should I even bother" She gestured toward the block and hammer.
"Yes madam please..." he waved for her to proceed. "Harry, how do you feel...honestly?"
"Fine...Really, I hadn't eaten lunch and had quidditch practice. Had been up late the night before...I was just a little dizzy," he wanted to mention that his skin itched and that his mind seemed cloudy but he just couldn't make the words come out. Something told him not to mention such things.
They had been stepping around him for months now, babying him, every ache or pain. Every time he had mentioned a headache Sirius had rushed him up to Dumbledore. Even Snape wasn't looking at him in his usually scowl anymore.
Dumbledore looked over the edge of his glasses, intently searchingly as if Harry was withholding the truth. "Fine," he finally spoke, "I want you to spend the night here as it's late. One ankle will remind in a forever bind until I release it tomorrow morning. Sirius I ask that you stay as well..."
Dumbledore turned to leave, "Harry, your wand please..." he held out his hand. Madam Pomfrey hissed holding a chunk of chocolate out, as Harry relinquished his wand to Dumbledore. "Sirius..." Dumbledore held his other hand, Sirius narrowed his eyes, he be damned if he was going to give up his wand, he had finally gotten use to having one on him, after all those years of being in prison, the awkwardness of a wand in hand had finally worn off, "We don't need a repeat," Dumbledore nodded.
"Not Happy about this at all," as he dug through his robes for his wand.
***
Dumbledore sat in his office, Snape pacing in front of the fireplace. He watched the potions master movements back and forth. Fawkes ruffled somewhere from behind him. They were both lost in thought.
Dumbledore's a little more troubling; he couldn't get out of his mind Dr. McKinnon's last words to him. "Not safe for the public", Was that Harry? Would the boy have to be locked away? If he had been a pacing man he would have been right alongside professor Snape.
"Why did Voldemort take off the mask? That's what I don't understand?"
Albus looked up Snape had stopped in front of him his hands on his hips.
"But Voldemort didn't take the mask off. Correct? You stated it simply melted into his skin. That he absorbed it?"
"Right...What do you think he had in mind...perhaps you should have bound both legs."
Dumbledore nodded. Perhaps he would take a walk down to the infirmary wing and have a look in on the boy before he turned in for the night. He leaned back in his chair, there was more to this little riddle than the facts laid out before him. There was always more, masks and Voldemort.
***
It was sometime in the late hours of the night that Harry woke to a door closing. He turned his head toward the door but it didn't appear as if any one was there. He lay there for a long time with his eyes open staring at the ceiling before he actually realized he was awake. He could hear Sirius's wheezed sleep next to him. A drip of water somewhere in the distance. He watched the strange movement of shadows on the walls. Outlines of owls and the movement of clouds ghosted shadowy across the old stone structure on the opposite wall.
Harry sat up, looking around the room, Sirius lay to his left, a candle burned down to its nub on his right. No sight of madam Pomfrey. He smiled slightly and bent down to undo the bind on his leg but was startled to see that both legs were now bound. His hand hovered nervously over the binds. He touched the left restraint lightly with the tips of his fingers and it instantly tightened around his ankle, he could feel the magic crackle in the air.
Harry shifted in the bed. Looking at his ankle the tingling eased slightly as long as he didn't touch the bind. He tried to touch it with the corner of the bed sheet and felt it tighten again. He hadn't really expected that to work either. But he had to test the limits of the restraint. It didn't really hurt as much as it was uncomfortable.
He touched the restraint again with a finger and felt it start to tighten again. He jumped suddenly as Sirius snorted and turned to lie on his back. Harry looked around him for anything that might help him out of the restraints. The side table was littered with candy and a few scattered cards. Hermoine had brought his schoolbooks. A few quills and an inkwell. He hadn't even realized his friends had visited him.
Harry looked back to the restraint. It was a cloth one with no latch to tug it open. Harry growled lowly, then stopped, why did I do that? He hissed under his breath. He felt like a caged animal. He didn't like being tied down. He felt unsafe and vulnerable. Harry pulled at his leg, "I have to go to the bathroom" he muttered to it. The restraint didn't move, perhaps sensing it wasn't true, or it wasn't magically inclined like that.
"Sirius...Sirius" he called a little louder. "I have to go to the bathroom."
Sirius turned back over and opened the drawer at the bedside, opened one eye and pulled up a small portable urinal, tossed it at Harry and turned back over and was snoring. Harry ignored it, so that left Sirius out on options to help him.
Harry didn't care he had to get out of here. The pressure in his head, in his mind was getting to be too much. He had to escape, he had to do what his master asked and then return to him. He had to make him happy. Harry pulled at the restraints again, they tighten again cutting into his leg. He didn't care, he had a mission he had to complete.
Harry tore at the restraints, small tears of fiber bled under his fingernails, he was clawing at his own leg, blood pooled to the surface, long scratches tore at his bare legs. "Please master...help me...please" Harry stopped, shaking with what he had just said, where had that thought comes from. His mind felt as if it wasn't his own anymore, a small throbbing at the base of his neck intensified.
He clawed at his head, his eyes scrunched up, his face twisted as if in pain, though he was in none.
"Rescito.... rescito." he screamed silently. The restraint tightened again and then fell loose, not quite off but enough that if he twisted his ankles just right he could slip his foot through.
Harry slide off the bed to the floor resting his head on the cool stone of the infirmary, he had pulled the bedclothes down with him. They had draped themselves over and around him, he was shaking madly, he couldn't stop his actions, he couldn't stop his muttering, and words were pouring out of his mouth that he was unfamiliar with. He crawled toward the foot of his bed whimpering, Sirius still slept. Though the snores had softened. Harry scurried toward the door leading back to the main hall.
Harry eased the pale green of the infirmary doors open, casting shadows of reflecting glass into the hallway. He scurried out the door and down the hall, the school was silent in this late hour. He crept along hallways he was a bit unaccustomed with. He sank lowly to the floor in front of the stone gargoyle in front of Dumbledore's office. He hugged the perch of the gargoyle as it cocked its head to look down at him.
Harry looked down the hall as he whispered different candy treats to the stone creature. Finally the gargoyle sprang to life, and hesitantly moved aside. Harry backed up into the small hall creeping up the circular moving steps toward the headmaster's office. He passed quickly through the small sitting area outside the office, directly to the door of the main office. Harry stopped and listened it was silent, he rocked on the heels of his feet, resting his head on the door. He didn't know what he was doing here, but he couldn't stop his actions. He desperately wanted to return to the infirmary.
Harry pushed at the door into the office, the headmasters seat lay empty, not even Fawk was at his perch. A cold shiver went up his spine. He circled around the desk looking at pieces of work the headmaster was doing. Ancient bookcases and objects lined the back wall, Harry padded lightly past it all. The fire in the hearth had burned down to glowing embers, a door lay just to the right of the fireplace closed. He headed straight for the door and stopped. He couldn't figure out why he was here. Why he wanted to go to the headmasters private rooms.
He leaned against the closed door. His head-felt heavy, the pressure was pulling on his face, his neck, he reached up touching his face and quickly pulled his hand away. "No" he whispered, he started to shake, it couldn't be. Harry clawed at his face and scalp, he panicked the mask was back, it was burning into his skin. He could feel the cool cloth covering his face, hair and his neck. How long had it been back? Something was burning him, his arm, a tingle on the upper left arm. Harry pulled up his sleeve, a small greenish black skull and snake putruding through his mouth. He wanted to scream, but a mumbled voice tugged at him, telling him to hurry, to move on, guiding him, forcing him.
Harry wanted to scream he whined as his hands clasped over where his mouth had been, he wanted to go back to Sirius, to the infirmary, he wanted to go back and strap him self-back in. But he couldn't make his feet obey him. he couldn't will his body nor twist his body to return back to where he should be.
He rested his head against the door tapping lightly, a hand, his hand, of it's own free will lifted up and turned the doorknob. Harry whimpered, he crawled back a space and then through the door.
Stone steps leading up and another set leading down, small stone petruded out at irregular intervals as small crude handrails. The stones were deeply yellowed and a groove had been worn into each step as if hundreds of headmasters had step up them for centuries. Harry choose the steps leading up following the spiral of stairs, not daring to touch the small hand rails, small slits of windows would appear oddly shaped and oval. No paintings or statues, it seemed to go on forever, Harry started to count the steps after a while, he was sure this was the way but started to doubt after he reached 369.
He rounded another corner preparing to count some more when the stairs simple ended and there stood a plan wooden door, it startled Harry a moment and he just stood there starring at it. He was about to enter Dumbledore's private rooms, he breathed heavily, shaking he reached out a hand, would an alarm alert the headmaster he was here. He dragged the tips of his fingers along the door, it was smooth to the touch, cool, calming somehow. He pressed his cheek against it.
Harry pushed the door open, the shadow of the room crept through to where he was standing. The door creaked as he pushed it open wider enough for him to slip in. He crouched just inside the door closing it behind him. The room was heavily dark, tired paintings of past headmasters rim the top of the room, not one opened an eye, old tapestries and a well-worn chair next to an old chest of drawers. In the middle of the room a small sigh of sleep under man covers lay the headmaster. White strands of his long hair lay over the pillow, the purple and gold nightcap slightly austere, Harry inched closer to the bed leaning over the man. Harry watched him sleeping, he breathed heavily and mumbled something that sounded like Betri Bots, though he couldn't be sure. Harry looked over the room, a door opposite presumable a closet and on the side of the bed table his and Sirius wand. Harry was around the bed and wand in hand before he could think. He stood there staring at his wand, relieved to have it back in his hands.
Harry looked down at the headmaster's peaceful sleep, the lines of his old face had shifted as he lay on his side, the tip of Dumbledore's own wand poking out from under his pillow. Harry reached down easing it out slowly, the wand was very long and pointed, bendy, he was sure it would have a unicorn hair with in it.
Harry held a wand in each hand, all he had to do was say the killing curse, and then he could return to his master. He would eliminate their one obstacle, he would be rewarded beyond his wildest dreams. Harry repressed a giggle and raised each wand. The moon light bounced off the tip.
Harry felt the pressure on his head burn, his eyes we almost blinding him, tears leaked staining the mask, he didn't want to do this, but he couldn't stop his actions. The tattoo on his arm burned, he could think of nothing but obeying Voldemort, Lord Voldemort...his master, the Dark Lord.
Harry swished the wand down yelling the words that would seal his fate, "Avada kedr..."
"Stupefy" was yelled some where to his left, Harry turned his head to see who it was, as he turned a foot collided with his chest. He fell back as someone tackled him, their knee in his chest. Harry struggled, yelling spells to disconnect his attackers, someone was sitting on his legs, the body on his chest slumped forward as one of the hexes hit. Harry was pinned, down, his breathing was restricted.
Ropes went around his hands and legs, magical binds, muggle rope. He screamed for his release.
"Resito" he yelled "alohomora" any charm he could think that might release him.
Harry stilled, opening his eyes slowly. Snape was looming over him, as was Sirius and Flitwick who was just being un Petrificus Totalus'ed, Dumbledore who had been hovering in the back came forward, "Harry" he knelt next to the boy, "you attempted to commit murder tonight."
Harry growled, this up set had destroyed Voldemort's plan for him to join him. His master was going to be mad. He would be punished, he had failed the Dark Lord.
"Severus the portkey" Dumbledore pulled his real wand from his robes. Harry growled screamed, this whole thing had been a trap. Had been a set up. Snape held the portkey, Sirius grabbed the other end, each had a hold of one of Harry's arms. Dumbledore touched his wand to the tip of the portkey and the trio disappeared.
"You all right Filius," Dumbledore helped the small wizard up.
"Aye, I'll be fine, it's just been so many years since I've been hit with a spell."
Dumbledore smile, "I trust you'll find your own way to the madam Pomfrey, I want to be at St. Mungo's before anything goes a rye."
Dumbledore smiled and disapparated. (Headmaster privileges).
Dr. Mckinnon was waiting for Dumbledore at the front gates as he appeared before him. Mckinnon had his arms crossed, over his chest and a small smirk on his lips.
Dumbledore strode toward his old friend, "ah, Mckinnon, Severus and Sirius have arrived with Harry Potter, correct"
"Oh, yes Albus. Come on inside,"
Albus followed his long time friend inside, "I'll just explain the situation will I? .... Harry some how or other tried on a death eater..."
Mckinnon stopped holding up his hand, "... that won't be necessary, I remember what you told me the first time you were here, just tell me what's happened since." He started back up the steps. Albus Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and stood where he was,
"Albus please, we work in a wizard hospital, it has come routine to unoblious ourselves every Wednesday and Friday, I've known for weeks. I knew you would be returning with the boy worse then when you left."
"Of course Mckinnon, how foolish of me" Albus followed, informing the doctor of the happenings since they had last left.
He followed Mckinnon to the top floor to where a series of padded rooms lined one wall. Sirius was rocking on the balls of his feet, rubbing his hands together nervously, "headmaster" he cried out, "we can't leave him here. Look at him, he'll go crazy in here."
Snape looked back through the little window, "I think he's already there" he muttered.
Enraged Sirius jumped on the potion professor,
"Enough" Dumbledore spat, he pushed past the two men. Looking through the one way window himself, Harry was kneeling in a corner tapping his head against the wall. Muttering "Master" and other Voldemort supported type propaganda.
Mckinnon came forward, "I'll be hiding him here, if word got out he would be in Azkaban for bearing the dark mark"
Sirius squeaked and pressed his nose against the glass, Snape nodded and Dumbledore looked to his feet as if they held the answer.
"There has to be away to fix him." Sirius spoke over his shoulder.
Snape who had been silent finally spoke, "there's no way to help him. He's blood bond to Voldemort..." he looked back at Harry, "I believe I'm right when I say only Voldemort could release him from the bind or if the Order kills Voldemort, Harry will die at the same time, as will all special force death eaters".
Sirius looked up to Dumbledore and Mckinnon who both looked away "that can't be true" Sirius said desperately, "it can't". Harry rocked again, banging his head into the padding, "Isn't there something you can give him, to calm him down".
"Yes we'll mix it in with his food at dinner, I'm sure he won't take anything orally from us. Headmaster why don't you come for tea and we'll disgust his care. Sirius you're more than welcome to join us."
He shook his head, he stood there for a long while watching Harry, watching his godson and the monster he had become. Voldemort had eliminated one obstacle in the war.
Snape touched his shoulder once and then drifted off. Dumbledore and Mckinnon were long gone.
All Sirius could do was watch.
The End