AN: It's a shorter chapter, but its wrapping up the end!

~NicoDiAngeloLover7

Trials of the Misguided – Chapter 3 (I'm Not Dead Yet)

Besides the little drama that happened at St. Mungos, the Yule holiday passed without much interference. Percy had kept a close ear out about Arthur's condition. Hence, why he knew that his dad was released a few days before Yule.

Harry could tell that a weight had lifted from Percy's shoulders. And despite that scene with the younger Weasleys, Percy was glad he spoke with his dad. And Harry had learned how affected Percy had been over seeing his father in that state. Harry almost wished Percy hadn't been the one to find him. But there was no changing on the past, so he tried to focus on the future. But there was another part in Harry that was glad Percy did. Percy was actually able to talk to his dad and know that he would always be proud of him.

There had been some small talk about what Umbridge was doing. Percy hadn't been really surprised. Fudge was still under the impression that Hogwarts wanted to raise up against the Ministry.

Harry honestly hadn't cared about the toad woman much, but he knew better than to go against her. Which was why Harry brightened up at Percy's proposal to go over his practical. Books only helped him so far. It wound up taking majority of the holiday, neither of them minded too much.

That didn't count the actual day of them exchanging gifts on Yule. Something that Harry had been looking forward to. One, was to see Percy's reaction on his gift. And two, to finally know what Percy decided to get him.

Because when Percy actually unwrapped it, it took the red-head's breath away. It hadn't been a hard decision on what to get Percy. The red-head had the secret habit of collecting daggers. Though usually magical ones that sometimes had the hide of dragon.

The hilt and sheath had a little bit of silver, though made of horntail hide. But they were both covered in runes. Some of them keying in to return to the owner and hold their magical properties. Then there was a ruby resting in the top of the hilt, sometimes glittering off the light. But it was the blade that caught Harry's attention and convinced the small Gryffindor to buy it. He had been told it was an ancient language from the elves of old. But it had said, 'May you always provide protection and never fail.'

"It's beautiful," Percy breathed. His blue eyes were gazing intently on the words on the blade.

Harry grinned, pleased. That was when he was handed something. It was a flat, white rectangle box, it wasn't very tall. It was once Harry opened it, that he understood way. Harry let out a loud gasp, one hand hovering over his mouth. His eyes were wide in disbelief.

"Percy… this must have cost a fortune… how?" Harry's words were at a lost.

Percy's eyes glittered with amusement. "Not really, maybe as much as the dagger you got me."

Harry gave a half glare; the dagger had cost quite a bit of galleons. But he knew it was well worth it.

There sitting in the white box was the most gorgeous necklace he had ever seen. It definitely matched his ring and he felt tears well up in his eyes. The middle of the necklace was an emerald teardrop with rearing dragons on both sides of it. Then there was a smaller emerald stone above each dragon. The necklace looked to be pure silver. It looked beautiful and Harry thought he was going to cry.

Percy moved closer to Harry, so he could lean his head against his chest.

"Price isn't much of an issue when you are friends with the goblins," Percy whispered.

Harry turned his head to look at Percy in shock. "This is Goblin made?"

Percy nodded. "It is."

Harry looked speechless.

"It also has a list of protections and enchantments crafted into it. Honestly, the goblins looked thrilled at the prospect of making this. You don't realize how much you've impressed them, Harry," Percy had a soft smile.

Harry silently nodded.

"It does have a portkey programmed into it. You'll have to set up the password and assign the property. It will protect you against most mind magic and has several layers of protection charms. And since it was done by goblin magic, it's a lot stronger than our regular magic," Percy explained, he didn't want Harry to be unprotected if possible.

"I'll definitely have to thank them," Harry whispered. He did have to slightly turn in order to reach Percy's lips. "You have no idea how much this means to me."

"I have to have some perks with having my position," Percy joked. Though he was secretly glad that Harry loved his gift. It had taken him several months to come up with an ideal Yule gift. And he wanted something that would protect him. Spellbooks could be ideal, though that was more a friend gift. Though it was slightly hard to top his gift to Harry last year.

Once again, Harry found himself cuddling into Percy's chest on their sofa. He had been putting off the conversation for majority of Yule. He knew he couldn't put it off much longer, it had already been two years since it happened.

"Percy?" Harry mumbled softly into the red-head's chest.

Percy made a made noise of content, as he focused on Harry's words.

"Why didn't you tell me about the pyramid incident?" Harry's voice sounded hurt.

Percy noticeably stiffened. "I had assumed you already knew…"

Harry's eyes grew hard as his grip on Percy tightened. "You know I would never approve."

Percy's body slowly relaxed, "so you never knew?"

Harry shook his head. "Never. Neville had brought it up, not realizing that I never knew. Its why he's never been a fan of your younger brothers. Ron is a given of course."

"I wouldn't doubt that many aren't a fan of Ronald," Percy commented lightly.

"So… the pyramid," Harry prompted.

Percy sighed, "that hadn't been a good day. Fred and George had been goading me the entire day. I didn't give them the satisfaction. I had been still looking for a flat around that time, wanting away from my entire family. But I couldn't say no to an opportunity to see Bill again. Bill and Charlie had always been my favorite brothers," Percy said with a soft smile.

Harry listened intently, not daring to interrupt Percy.

"They had never seen me as annoying or mad that I decided to take my studies and career seriously. Despite, that mum had assumed I would follow in their steps. It honestly felt like I was a carbon copy of them. Bill and Charlie still keep in contact with me, though. They're not sure what to believe on what mum and my brothers are saying. They both believe you, by the way, Harry."

Harry froze, shocked. "I've never even met them, though."

Percy chuckled, "that doesn't mean anything. They've always been known to trust my judgement and dad's. They do find Professor Dumbledore's behavior slightly odd, though."

"It would be nice to meet them," Harry said softly.

"I do wonder if maybe if I had let Fred and George get to me, they wouldn't have resorted to those means. I had been looking at some of the Egyptian Hieroglyphics, Egyptian Wizards had always been fascinating to me," Percy slowly explained.

Harry frowned, he didn't like the sound where this was leading to. Though he wasn't surprised that Percy was intrigued from the hieroglyphics. The red-head always had an interest in Runes and found it interesting to see each culture. Egyptian wizards were just part of that list.

"I guess Fred and George noticed I wasn't really paying attention to what they were doing. Too invested in what I was doing," Percy muttered darkly at that. "I never saw they had opened one of the pyramid doors and pushed me inside before closing it."

Harry silently cursed under his breath, he couldn't understand why the twins would do that. He was silently glad that Fred and George's behavior didn't have Percy set off a trap. Least that he knew of. Though, Harry had a feeling that Bill was probably pissed about the incident.

"Bill was furious when he found out. It was the first time I had ever seen them ashamed of their actions. He said I could have died, there was a reason why trained Curse Breakers were the only ones allowed to go inside them. Mum and dad had been mad as well, but they couldn't match Bill's anger that day."

"I never knew…" Harry's voice was apologetic. Though his grip on Percy's tightened slightly. It was terrifying to him that Percy could have died before they started getting close and dating. And he would never have knew what he was missing.

Percy threaded his fingers through Harry's hair. "I would have told you if I'd known. Though I think at the time I was embarrassed and mad that it had happened in the first place. After all, I was 17 and had just been made Headboy. That I should have stopped it somehow. And how I could have prevented it. I can't do anything about it now, but it hasn't helped but reaffirm what my brothers think of me. Though, it made me realize that maybe Bill wasn't as big of a fan of my brothers as I originally thought."

Harry hummed in satisfaction. "It makes me want to hate Fred and George even more. And now I can understand what Neville meant by it. I'm not sure what Ron said about it and I honestly don't want to know. Because I probably will wind up sending him to the Hospital Wing. Though I really would love to meet your older brothers one day."

"Knowing Ron, it wasn't anything nice and made a lasting impression on your friend, Neville. Though, I can't see Bill or Charlie saying no to that. They've expressed interest in meeting you one of these days. Though, they know there's more to you than just your title. I don't think you have to worry about them only seeing you as Harry Potter," Percy remarked.

Harry nodded and snuggled closer. "Thanks for telling me. I'm not impressed with you brothers and it makes me even more sure about not wanting anything to do with them."

"You won't see me complaining about that. Though, I believe we have several hours to do something more worthwhile," Percy said with a smirk.

It definitely didn't escape Harry's notice that Percy's voice went darker with lust. He wasn't much better. They had already spent significant time in bed during the holiday. He had to hold back the wanton moan that wanted to escape his lips. He honestly couldn't wait to spend the rest of his life with him and that made him want his last few years at Hogwarts to be over with.

With a hand in Percy's, they made their way upstairs to a very familiar bedroom.

It wasn't many days after that, that Harry found himself in a very familiar looking classroom. The days droned onto weeks and before that, it had been a couple of months. Harry didn't find much at Hogwarts at changed, though there was a suspicious look from Umbridge. Harry passed it off since he had disappeared a few days before the Yule break officially started.

Harry did notice there had been some talk if any of the professors would be sacked. He honestly wasn't too worried, as it wasn't likely his professors would be in that selection. As much as he would love for Binns to be booted, he knew it wasn't going to happen. And there was no way that Professor McGonagall or Snape would be kicked. And he didn't doubt that Hagrid and Trelawney would be on Umbridge's hit list. But he wasn't taking either of their classes. He had stopped taking Hagrid's class since his 4th year and wound up dropping Trelawney's class in the middle of his 3rd year. He didn't find it enjoyable to have that fraud of a teacher to constantly predict his death.

Which is why Harry didn't feel an ounce of pity towards Trelawney if it ever happened. Harry supposed he may feel some pity towards Hagrid, as he had introduced him to the wizarding world. But his respect quickly dwindled when the half-giant tried to get him to trust in Dumbledore. Harry had lost trust in Dumbledore since the Triwizard Tournament. And he wasn't about to place that back into that man's pocket. Especially, not after the events that had been happening this year. He did wonder if it was in the Ministry's plans to have Dumbledore booted out of the castle. Percy had certainly been convinced that it would be in Madam Umbridge's plans. Harry couldn't wait to see if it rang true.

Harry had just been in the midst of getting out of class and was making his way towards the dorm when he was almost knocked over. He had to catch himself in order to not fall over. That's when he noticed who had almost ran him over.

"Dean? What's wrong?" Harry asked.

Dean had to take a quick breather before he could tell Harry what it was. "Trelawney! She's getting sacked!"

Harry looked taken back before he slightly chuckled.

Dean looked at Harry as if he'd gone mad.

"Sorry, mate. It's just that she's been predicting my death for over two years. And McGonagall's been calling her a fake for a while. Even after I dropped that class during third year. It's just the fact that's something's finally being done about it," Harry gave a helpless shrug, while grinning.

Dean cracked a smile at that, "true enough. But the entire school's out by the courtyard."

"Really?"

"Yeah! Come on!" Dean shouted before dragging Harry along behind him.

Harry willingly let Dean drag him along before they came to a familiar set of doors. It had just opened when Harry joined the crowd. His eyes immediately narrowed on the two individuals in the midst of the courtyard.

Harry stayed by Dean, who was quickly joined by Seamus and Neville. All their eyes went to the familiar professor and to the cases of luggage around the woman.

Trelawney voice was scratchy and obviously full of tears.

Harry had to wince at the sound as Trelawney made a pitiful attempt to remain at the castle. Even though he couldn't quite seen Umbridge, he knew that she would have a vengeful look in her eyes. No doubt of triumph of getting rid of one pathetic professor.

Harry half expected the doors to slam open, but they never did. Harry snorted, he didn't believe for a second that Dumbledore or any of the other staff didn't know what was happening. The man probably didn't even care. He was pretty sure he caught glimpse of Professor McGonagall. The strict professor was scowling. No doubt his professor didn't approve how Trelawney was being sacked, despite her personal opinions on the woman. But she didn't get involved, just stood there watching with the other students. Nobody wanted to get on the bad side of Umbridge, who else would stick up for her students.

It was obvious that hope was sinking fast for Trelawney and nobody would come to the woman's rescue. Umbridge had even gone on to explain that this was an official order on behalf the Minister of Magic.

By that point Harry didn't see any use in watching Professor Trelawney whine and sob about the unfairness. He turned heel and walked back inside the castle. There was a slight curiosity if Trelawney would be escorted off Hogwarts Grounds, but in the end, Harry didn't really care.

The small Gryffindor wasn't even surprised that Dean and Neville decided to follow after him. Harry didn't stop to chat with them until he reached Gryffindor Tower. He wasn't even surprised to find it completely empty, as everyone was still at the Courtyard.

"So, why didn't Seamus come with?" Harry finally asked, spread out on his bed.

Neville sat on a nearby chair, while Dean took refuge of his bed.

"Wanted to see what exactly happened to Trelawney. Since the rest of us decided to go with you," Dean offered.

Harry nodded, "makes sense. You know she already sacked Hagrid."

Neville's eyes went wide.

Dean nodded with a grin, he wasn't a fan of the half-giant. He was positive that he probably almost died in every class of his.

"She wouldn't be able to kick him off the grounds like Trelawney," Dean commented.

Harry nodded, "even if Dumbledore doesn't care about Trelawney or that Hagrid lost his job. Madam Umbridge still can't fire him from his position as Groundskeeper."

"Why don't you call her professor, Harry," Neville asked.

Harry shrugged, "I still call her professor. But she's still a ministry employee. It's just respectful and it keeps her anger off of me. No need to have another professor after me. She's not so bad as long as you don't try to anger her and listen what she says. Its not like she'll be here forever. It's only a year."

Dean nodded, "some have said her detentions are beyond horrible."

Harry frowned, "I can't say if they are. I've never been in detention with her and I don't intend to. Plus, she seems to be on my side since she knows I'm not with Dumbledore."

"Can't be too bad if she got rid of Trelawney," Dean quipped.

Harry and Neville snickered at that.

It wasn't too long after that Seamus finally showed up. Turns out there wasn't much that happened after they left. Except for one single fact, Aurors had shown up to escort Trelawney out of Hogwarts. The woman couldn't stop sobbing at that point, it was a little disgusting to watch.

Harry had found the rest of the month boring since Trelawney had been sacked. Though he had heard from a few students that were disappointed that Trelawney was gone. He wasn't surprised it was the same sympathizers from his 3rd year. So, he overall didn't care what they thought. Seeing as majority of the school was glad that she was gone.

That being said, he was surprised on who he saw the month after Trelawney was sacked.

It had been after Harry's last class had ended that he caught a glimpse of a certain red-head.

"Percy?"

Harry's sudden voice made Percy turn. Percy had a bright smile aimed at him.

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked, silently looking Percy over.

Percy didn't seem to mind the intense gaze. "Orders from the Minister and Madam Umbridge, I'm heading to meet them now."

"You think they'll mind my presence?"

Percy shook his head, "I think they may actually welcome it. Come on, love."

Harry didn't hesitate to follow after Percy. Though he soon realized they were heading towards the 7th floor. Harry doubted they were going to Gryffindor Tower and he remembered the Headmaster's office being located on that same floor.

"Did Dumbledore do something?" Harry's voice was whispered.

"You'll see," Percy muttered back, but continued with his stride to a certain statue.

The statue slowly moved aside as Percy said the password. They both climbed up the stairs until coming face to face with a familiar door. Percy didn't bother to knock and walked in.

"Ahh, Mr. Weasley, I was wondering where you went off to. Prompt as always, I see," Fudge's voice exclaimed.

"I apologize for the delay, Minister. A friend of mine wanted to accompany me," Percy easily replied.

Fudge's eyes instantly went to Harry, as did Madam Umbridge and Dumbledore's.

"Ah, Harry. Good to see you again. I apologize for the misunderstanding earlier. I didn't realize that Mr. Weasley was a friend of yours."

Harry's eyes were slightly narrowed, he knew the Minister probably felt only slightly bad. As he thought he was on Dumbledore's side at the time. "Not a problem, Minister. Percy and I cleared up our differences. It made it easier since he wasn't trying to spread lies about my name."

"Indeed," Fudge murmured.

Umbridge looked on with approval while giving a nasty smirk.

Harry ignored the glare that Dumbledore sent his way.

"But onto matters of business," Fudge continued. "We had intel that Dumbledore has been conspiring against the Ministry. We are here to collect him to await trial."

"Excuse me, Minister," Harry cut in.

Fudge looked back at Harry with a question in his eyes.

"What exactly has Dumbledore done. I just know he's been spreading lies about me."

Umbridge and Fudge nodded.

"It's understandable you wish to know about these events. Thankful we had a student that in confidence report to Madam Umbridge what she knew," Fudge then brought up a piece of parchment. The words on the top clearly read, 'Dumbledore's Army.'

Harry instantly recognized Hermione's elegant handwriting. He didn't have to guess to put two and two together to know she had formed it. No doubt she was angry that Umbridge wasn't teaching them anything and thought this was the best answer. He had to roll his eyes and she was supposed to be smart.

"We initially thought a student had done it. But obviously Dumbledore confessed to it being his doing," Fudge continued with a sense of satisfaction. And that parchment in his hand was all the evidence the man needed.

Harry nodded, "I understand, Minister. It's in his name as well. Who else could it have been?" Harry's tone was light. As much as he didn't like Hermione, he wasn't going to rat her out. He wasn't stupid to not know that a person would face Azkaban for such crimes. Plus, all he could admit was that he knew it was her handwriting.

Fudge nodded, his eyes brightening. No doubt it was an ego boost to him to know that the 'Harry Potter' was backing him up.

Fudge turned his back on Harry to look back at Dumbledore.

Harry felt Percy's fingers gently brush against his own and resisted grabbing the red-head's hand. He looked straight into Dumbledore's eyes and saw a hint of anger in them. No doubt from him refusing to follow the man blindly. He thought he may have saw a flash of pity and then his head started to ache. Harry gently massaged his temples, but the aching feeling remained. He wasn't sure what happened.

That's when he heard Fudge comment that Dumbledore would be taken to Azkaban to await trial. Harry watched with bated breath as he saw Dumbledore vanish in flames with Fawkes.

Something that Fudge and Umbridge looked furious about. But there seemed to be a hint of glee of Dumbledore finally being out of the castle.

"He may have escaped for today, but we'll catch him. You mark my words," Fudge's words seemed to be muttered to himself.

Harry looked doubtful of those words, he couldn't see Dumbledore allowing himself to be caught. But he remained quiet as Fudge and Umbridge finally left the old man's office. No doubt Madam Umbridge would be promoted temporary Headmistress while Dumbledore was 'out.' Harry couldn't see the Minister allowing Professor McGonagall to be temporary promoted. No matter how much the strict woman was respected.

Before Harry knew it, his tests for his OWLs were here. He honestly thought he did alright. A lot of them had where the written portion would be in the morning, and the practical would be later that evening. It had gone in order of Charms first, then Transfiguration, Herbology, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Astronomy, Potions, and finally History of Magic. Harry never had to bother with taking the Creatures or Divination OWL. But the small Gryffindor was positive he did alright, despite that in Defense he was only reading from a mere book.

But he was excited, he was going to the Ministry with Percy later that day. Since classes were basically out and he had nothing to do for the remainder of the year. After all, he had just finished his History of Magic exam. He honestly hated that class. Which meant that he still had almost two weeks before he would take the train back home.

It was too long before Percy met Harry at the entrance of Hogwarts. They both had decided to go down the path towards Hogsmeade and use the Floo at the Three Broomsticks. Madam Rosmerta wasn't even around, so it wasn't like she could spread any gossip about them anyways. It wasn't like it would really matter now, anyways… The Ministry already knew that Percy was on friendly terms with Harry Potter and they were all for it. Though they had no idea on how far that extended. But since it was clear Harry Potter wasn't siding with Dumbledore, they didn't care.

That in mind, Harry was walking by Percy's side as they made it level 9. There were some parchments that he had left in one of his office's that they needed. He had them under a security ward. It was the paperwork to draft a marriage license. Something, Harry had been very giggly about. He knew there wouldn't be a bonding until after his fifth year ended. But it was necessary to have the paperwork documented so there wouldn't be any further delays when the actual date came. It was something they had heavily discussed ever since Percy had proposed. He normally would keep it in the office on the 1st level, but the office on level 9 was closer to the courtroom that he scribed for regularly.

The only thing was, Percy never made it to his actual office. The red-head stopped in his tracks when he saw Harry wasn't by his side. He turned around to see his fiancé staring at a door in wonder. His face seemed to pale when he noticed Harry started walking towards it, as if in a trance. He was very well aware where that door led, it was the door that led to the Department of Mysteries. The same place where he had found his father, which wasn't a pleasant memory.

Percy only started to run after Harry after the raven opened the door. Something was very wrong, and he intended to find out what suddenly took over Harry. And stop him if he could, there was no way that Harry would know what that room led to.

Percy didn't really pay much attention through some of the rooms he was running through until Harry suddenly stopped in a room that was filled of shelves of crystal-clear orbs. Percy didn't hesitate to grab at Harry to turn him to face him. He made a loud gasp at the glassy look in Harry's emerald eyes. He wasn't a fool to not recognize the look of a person under the Imperius curse. He didn't hesitate to slam his lips on Harry's, hoping it would give Harry enough incentive to fight the curse off. One of his hands clutching at Harry's dark locks.

Percy's hope was raised when he felt Harry eagerly respond to Percy's kiss.

When they broke apart, Percy watched with bated breath as Harry blinked up at him. The glassy look was slowly fading.

"Where are we?" was the raven's whisper.

"The Hall of Prophecies inside the Department of Mysteries," came another confident voice.

A voice that Percy didn't recognize.

"I am very surprised I would meet you here Harry Potter. Last I was aware you had agreed to stay away from the war."

Harry turned to look who was speaking, recognizing the voice. His eyes went wide when he saw a very familiar face. The red eyes were very noticeable. "Tom Riddle…" That was when Harry fell to his knees and suddenly was clutching his head.

Blank spots that Harry never knew about were suddenly being filled with information.

*Flashback*

He remembered grabbing onto the Triwizard Cup, but it didn't take him to the front of the maze. He had been transported to a graveyard. Being trapped by a statue as he witnessed Voldemort's return. He had remembered the almost disfigured look on the back of Quirrell's head. But this was a near identical look to the 16-year old Tom Riddle he met in his 2nd year, but at that graveyard it looked like he had aged 10 or 20 years. He had been dating Percy at that moment, but he couldn't deny he looked attractive.

But there had been no curses cast, Voldemort or Tom had just simply walked up to him and studied him. He had this calculating look about him. Harry had honestly expected to see him insane, so that had been quickly discarded. There was nothing insane about this Voldemort in front of him.

That was when he was released from the statue's hold. Harry had let out a loud yelp, not expecting it. But he didn't shoot any spells at Voldemort, but he found the behavior slightly odd.

It became even weirder when the man had started speaking to him. He had wanted to know Harry's stances in the war and what he thought of Dumbledore.

It had confused Harry, but he didn't lie. He had said he didn't want anything to do with a war that someone was forcing him in. And that he hadn't trusted Dumbledore in a while. He was aware that Dumbledore wanted him as a weapon, though he didn't know why. That was when Voldemort had revealed the first lines of the prophecy that he heard from a certain death eater.

Harry had been stunned at that, but he wasn't mad that Voldemort tried to kill him as a baby because of that. He knew about Slytherin preservation, despite he wasn't always on best terms with a lot of Slytherins. He was still wary of the man.

Then came the true surprise, Voldemort had promised that no harm would come to him as long as he stayed out of the war. That they were both pawns in Dumbledore's little game.

Harry had been furious to hear that Dumbledore was still trying to use him. He had a feeling that Dumbledore knew exactly what the entire prophecy said too.

Harry did listen to some of the things that Voldemort actually wanted, though he was aware he had to do it by force. Harry was intrigued but he still wanted nothing to do with the war, something Voldemort didn't seem to mind. If Voldemort wanted equality for his side, then he could have it. Just don't ask him to participate on either side, because he would refuse. It hadn't been long after that Harry used the cup to portkey back to Hogwarts.

*End of Flashback*

Percy had instantly been at Harry's side to catch him when the raven's knees buckled. The man before him seemed a little on edge when Harry almost fell. Percy didn't like the concerned look he had, but he ignored it for now. Not to count the words the man had said, it didn't make much sense. Though he had known that Harry didn't want anything to do with the war. Ranting that Dumbledore was just trying to use him.

"Interesting… so he didn't remember anything…" Voldemort spoke aloud. He stepped closer to get a better view of Harry. He hummed in amusement that the red-head appeared to be trying to protect him from him.

"Who are you?" Percy hissed out.

Voldemort ignored the question. "I do not wish to harm him. I believe he had lost some of memories. I wish to see why he is here."

Percy looked wary, but let Voldemort come closer. Though Harry had started to rise unsteadily to his feet.

"Sit down, child. You will only further harm yourself," Voldemort commanded.

Harry blinked up at Tom and nodded, slowly lowering himself to the floor once more.

Voldemort took his yew wand out and was making some type of pattern. Though he was muttering under his breath. "You remember last year?"

Harry nodded, though Percy looked confused.

"Could be a block in your mind or you just refused to remember those events. Though there was an Imperius curse in your mind. Which seems to explain why you would be here. After all, it contained Dumbledore's magical signature."

Percy's eyes widened, "Imperius? I noticed it when I got Harry to fight it."

Voldemort nodded, "Percy Weasley, I presume."

Percy nodded hesitantly. He still didn't know who it was in front of him. But he didn't present a danger to Harry.

"I'm not surprised that you were able to get Harry out of it. You have a very strong bond with him, the strongest I've seen in a while. He has a very strong mind, but Dumbledore is always a very powerful wizard. Only a fool would question it. No doubt it was Dumbledore intention to have Harry led here."

"Why would Dumbledore lead me here?" Harry asked, knowing fully who he was speaking to.

"You remember the first part of the prophecy?" Voldemort questioned with a strict stare.

Harry nodded.

"No doubt he wanted to lure you here to get it. Thinking it would draw me out. I had no intention of you being led here. You are no longer a threat, something that Dumbledore will rely on."

Percy's jaw dropped, "You're… you're…"

Voldemort only seemed amused.

"Perce, I think the term you're looking for is the Dark Lord," Harry replied wryly.

Percy only glared at him, "thought you said he wasn't back."

Harry raised his hands in innocence, "obviously I didn't remember it. Tom seems to think it was a memory block or something."

Percy frowned, "then why isn't he trying to kill you then?"

Harry made a small laugh, "apparently we had a conversation where I would stay out of the war and since I have no intentions of being Dumbledore's weapon or whatever it is."

Voldemort just looked unimpressed at that. "If you two are done chattering… Since Harry is here, do you want to hear the rest of the prophecy?"

Harry looked slightly embarrassed at that. It wasn't like Voldemort would kill him for that. Though the man did look slightly annoyed. He just merely nodded.

Both Harry and Percy followed the Dark Lord, aisle after aisle until they came to a stop. Voldemort reached a pale hand up to grab one of the crystal orbs. He knew it would say who gave the Prophecy and to who and who the prophecy was about. After lifting the prophecy, he sat the orb into Harry's awaiting hand.

Harry was a little stunned, but then he heard a voice emitting from the foggy orb. He had already heard the first of the prophecy, courtesy of Voldemort. But he never heard the ending.

Percy paled at hearing the prophecy, knowing the meaning that one of them would have to die. But he never saw Voldemort point his wand at Harry in a threatening manner. So, his fears were slightly calmed.

"So, the prophecy has been voided?" Harry asked Voldemort.

"Yes. I became aware that it had already been fulfilled."

Harry looked shocked at that.

Voldemort looked at Harry knowingly, "the diary." He knew full and well that Harry knew it had been part of him, though he would never understand why. Which is something he aimed to keep that way. It was a well-kept secret after all.

Harry quickly nodded, "so you plan to win the war? And I won't be expected to help? Percy too?"

Voldemort nodded. "That was our agreement."

Percy looked between them, confused, he wasn't sure what Voldemort was talking about. And he knew that he didn't want to know.

Harry looked troubled by something, "you'll be taking over Hogwarts, won't you?"

"It is to be expected."

Harry sighed, "long as it doesn't affect my education. I don't care."

"If it does, I'll be sure you have the best tutors available," Voldemort replied smoothly.

Harry snorted but nodded all the same.

"Harry, I'm all for continuing this chat. But I believe he has a task he probably needs to be doing. And we still need to do that paperwork today. And we already know the Order has been keeping this place under watch," Percy said hesitantly as he gave a side glance to Voldemort.

Voldemort looked slightly intrigued at that, though he was amused. It was obvious the red-head was trying to leave with Harry. But didn't want to insult him and be killed for it.

Harry visibly brightened, "oh yeah… the marriage license!"

"Then a congratulations is in order."

Both Harry and Percy's eyes went wide.

"Thank—thank you," Percy stuttered out.

Voldemort gave a firm nod before turning to whatever he was there for. Leaving the two alone with no Dark Lord in sight.

"That was terrifying…" Percy mumbled.

"He's not too bad. He only wants equality for his people and will do whatever it takes. Long as you stay out of his way," Harry commented.

"Not helping," Percy grumbled.

Harry laughed, "come on then. Let's get what we needed done today so we can go home. That way we don't have to worry about anything coming up next Yule for our bonding."

Percy smiled softly at that as he navigated their way out of the Department of Mysteries. He didn't let out a breath of relief until they made their back to his office.

"Come on, we got paperwork to fill out," Percy commented as he dragged Harry behind him.

Harry had a bright grin on his face as he followed Percy. They were finally going to get the paperwork done now after their little 'detour'. But soon as Yule came for his 6th year, he'd be happily bonded to one Percival Ignatius Weasley.

Harry couldn't wait.

AN: Anyone who wants to know what Harry's necklace looks like

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Just remove the spaces.

~NicoDiAngeloLover7