Black Plague

Chapter 30

The next weekend I dressed in some new clothes. I had gotten my supplies for school yesterday and got a handful of outfits. I dressed in a long black dragon hide cloak that I had splurged on and a black v-neck and black slacks and dragon hide boots. I got a wide black dragon hide belt and put my long, curly hair in a messy bun on the top of my head. I left my scar uncovered and visible so people would know who I was instantly. This was imparitive for our plan to work. They needed to know how Harry Potter was wronged. I looked myself over. My glasses looked good on me. I had forced my guardians to get me a new pair this summer. By forced, I mean I was practicing the imperius curse. It worked quite nicely. They also bought me a bunch of clothes and a black leather jacket. Which I ended up really liking. I think that's what made me want a wizard cloak in black leather. But I suspect I am about done growing so hopefully it fits me for a while. Let's face it, my size was stunted from being starved most of my childhood. And my mother was also relatively small. Black is an average height and lean. So I was never going to be overly big anyway. But with starvation on top of it, I will always be small. And I know it. I might grow out of this jacket, I guess we'll see. But I feel it's worth it nonetheless. If nothing else, I am a target just by being Harry Potter, and dragon hide is resistant to spells.
I stepped out of my house said hi to Snape who was watching my house and told him what I was doing today. Then waved goodbye.
I met Draco at his house and apparated us to the World Cup. He had tickets and was taking me to watch with him. But we would meet his parents there. He looked very posh. His esthetic didn't really match mine, but that was fine. People at school knew we talked on occasion. So, I was sure others knew too. It wasn't really a well kept secret.
I had decided to bring all my bank papers. I got a copy of everything at the bank this last week. It was incredibly thick. He had clearly continued to take money over the last four year. Quite a bit of it actually. I was now paying for Black and Lupin too. Black being a fugitive meant he couldn't be in public and make it to the bank would be almost impossible. He probably shopped in muggle stores. Yes, he was a fugitive there too, but most people probably had forgotten about him. And they weren't as small and tight knit a community as the wizard community was.
Here everyone pretty much knew each other. Or had at least heard of them.
Time for action.
"Draco you won't fucking believe it", I almost yelling in rage. "Dumbledore has been draining my bank account! Look at this shit!!" I handed him the papers. Watching him look through it all. His face paled in shock. I don't know if he never knew the extent or if he was a good actor. Probably a little bit of both.
"Fuck! Harry! There has been millions take!" He exclaimed. "At this rate he's going to run your money dry!! And Potter's have always had a fortune. How is he even able to do this! This should be criminal!!"
"Well, apparently he decided he was my magical guardian when nobody could find a will. If you ask me he only did it for the money. Because I never even met him before going to school. He literally dripped me off on the front steps of my aunt and uncle's. In November. And left me outside all night. I'm lucky I didn't freeze to death! And he never checked on me once. He didn't care that they abused me or starved me! He didn't care  when they nearly killed me a couple times. And he never once even made sure I was safe. He still doesn't care. I sleep in a fucking cupboard! With a toddler bed. I have to sleep in a small ball because that's all the room I have. And does he care? no. I have grown up with nothing. But he gives thousands of my gallions to his favorite light worshipers, like Weasley's, Shackbolt and gods know who else, in his little Light army. It's bullshit." I growled.
Draco stopped at looked at me seriously. Just above a whisper. "Wait. Is that true?" I nodded. "Fuck Harry! You still sleep in a bed meant for a toddler?" I nodded again. "And they make you sleep in a closet?" I nodded. "Yes, I really do". I said sadly. "And when I don't do all the chores and cooking all day like a good little house elf, they lock me in my room without food for weeks. They made me do the cooking starting at age five. Once when I was little, I burned the breakfast and my aunt smacked me in the head with a frying pan. Knocked me the fuck out. I had a headache for weeks after that. But I learned not to ever burn their food again." I laughed bitterly. "Fuck Harry! I didn't think it was that bad." I nodded with teary eyes.  "Getting away from home was the best thing that ever happened to me. But now I find out everything is Dumbledore's fault. Having to live with my aunt and uncle. Me never having enough. Me being locked in the cupboard. The physical and verbal abuse. Everything. If he hadn't abandoned me with my "family" maybe my life would have been better. Now on top of all of that, I find out that he's stealing all my inheritance. So I will still be broke and not have enough when I become an adult too. He's taken anything good I have ever had from me. I know people would have adopted me and loved me. People have told me many times as I walk down the street. But instead he took even that from me."
I dropped the papers and cried. Draco pulled me into a hug. "Oh harry, I'm so sorry."
He tried to shushed me as I cried about my life for the first time in a long time.
"Fuck, I wasn't supposed to get this emotional about my life. That wasn't part of the plan." I muttered and laughed awkward. "It's fine Hades your life sucks. You're allowed to get upset about it." He said quietly. I watched as a lady with winged glasses and neon green clothes picked up all the papers and walked away quietly. And I secretly smiled. Everyone around me was in an uproar over what they overheard. Now it was time for step two a couple hundred people in the crowds began spreading out and talking about Voldemort and all his talking points.
Draco lead me to a quiet spot to watch everyone and get out of the limelight. I could see as our people all talked amongst themselves. People were standing around listening as Deatheaters talked. Collecting the gossip of the day. Others who were closest to me and Draco unknowingly doing our job by spreading our gossiping about how bad my life was and how Dumbledore was draining my bank account dry. I felt someone trying to scan my mind and instantly put my Occlumency shield up. Where they would see my bedroom, and when they touched the walls they would see all the horrors I had lived through. Before I came here I had moved all the memories of dark magic, Voldemort and evil I had done to the wall tiles by the floor and ceiling, knowing almost nobody would look there. They watched a few horrible memories and moved out. This happened a couple times. One person leaned against the wall and dozens of horrible memories flooded their head, all at once. They jumped away quickly. But I tried to keep a straight face and continued to talk quietly to Draco. I liked the way I put my Occlumency shield up. It was was basically a trap. Nobody would ever find what they wanted. They would always be bombarded with crap memories of my childhood. I was almost used to my past, and had become numb to it, so it didn't really matter to me if I had to see it again.
"What are you smirking about" I turned to him and smiled. "Someone just tried to enter my head, and so I put my Occlumency shield up. But if you touch the walls you're given one of my memories. He leaned against the wall and was flooded with dozens of negative memories all at once. I have never seen someone leave my head so fast." I chuckled. "People have been reading your mind?" He sounded shocked. But I wasn't. "Ya, they want to verify if my story is true. It's smart. And nobody really wants to believe Dumbles is evil. Quite a few people have done it now."
Draco looked up hesitantly. "Ca-can I try my Legilimecy on you?" I smiled and nodded.
I felt the itch and put my Occlumency up. I watched as he walked around the room. "Is this really your bedroom?"
"Yes"
He looked horrified. Then touched a dark brick. Then another. And another. His look becoming more and more horrified with each memory. "Hearing about it and actually seeing it are completely different. Hades, this is insane! How could anyone do this to an innocent child?" I shrugged. "I don't know. I decided years ago that people are evil and you can't trust anyone but yourself."
"That's so sad. You don't trust anyone?" He said. His eyes misty. I shrugged again. "I like you and Snape. But I don't fully trust you guys. Tom is the only one I completely trust. And that because our connection shows me everything he does and says. And I can feel every emotion as though it were my own. He's basically an extension of myself. I care a lot about all three of you. But I feel free to love Tom. And I know he feels the same, because I feel it."
"You love him?" He asked quietly disappoint in his voice. I nod. "Ya. Our souls are connected, so he's more or less my soul mate. He's told me to fuck around for the next couple years. Get to know myself and what I like. And once I'm the age of consent we are going to become lovers."
"Will you fuck me?" I gave him a sad smile. I had known he loved me, but ignored it. "No, I don't want things getting weird between us. If I let you fuck me, you will find it that much harder to find the one you're meant to love. You will cling even more to the maybes and what ifs. I can't do that to you." He lay his head on my shoulder and I kissed his forehead. "I'm sorry." He sighed in disappointment. "It's fine. I know you're right."
"Besides I plan to erase everyone's mind after I let them fuck me. I only want Tom to know my body inside and out."
He perked up. "So you could let me fuck you and just erase my memories!" I laughed. "And how would that help you?" He sighed. "I don't know. It wouldn't I guess." He groaned. I chuckled. "God, you're adorable." He perked up and I groaned. "Do I need to erase this whole conversation from your mind?" He sighed. "No. I think I need to know you will never be mine so I can move on." I nodded. Fair.