Dudley Dursly and the Philosopher's Stone

The interrogation (2)

Hermione's POV

"So...Miss Granger...what do you know about the Dark Spears?" Dumbeldore asked with a wicked smile.

"All I know is that you are the head of it and you're planning to steal the Philosopher's Stone." The words felt ripped out of my mouth; I had no control over anything.

"Very good. What is the Philosopher's Stone, eh?" It was obvious that Dumbeldore was taunting us.

"A magical stone, created by Nicholas Flamel, that grants immortality and the ability to turn common metals into treasures. It is held in the Flamel valut in Gringots Bank." I answered automatically.

"Clever little beast. Miss Lovegood, did you hear of the deaths of Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and James Potter?" Dumbeldore asked Ly.

"Yes sir. They were all killed separately by Lord Voldemort, who was caught and put in Azkaban prison with Peter Pettigrew and Lucius Malfoy." Ly recited without even a blink.

"Well...what if I told you that they're still alive?" Dumbeldore said, smirking at our shocked expressions and utter disbelief.

"But that can't be...no one can survive a killing curse. Everyone knows that." Ly said, causing Dumbeldore to laugh mirthlessly.

"Child... what do you smell?" Dumbeldore asked me.

"Rotting flesh, blood, and Phoenix tears." I replied, cogs turning in my head.

"Well, I have discovered a concoction that allows one to bring the recently deceased back to life using the properties of Phoenix tears. Of course, the potion was not perfected at the time, so the three gentlemen are slightly...shall we say... delusional. But alive." Dumbeldore said as he paced the room.

"Of course... genius!" Ly shouted.

"Lyla! Don't congratulate a psychopath!"  I said with a giggle.

"Well, ladies, since you seemingly know very little, you are no longer of use to me. I say you should meet the three Marauders. It might give you some perspective. Show you that if you mess with the wrong fire-" Dumbeldore held the candle in his hand and slowly made the fire grow, setting the wax ablaze -"You may just be burnt. Potter! Vonezi! Escort these two to the prison. Ensure they are with Mr Black, Mr Potter and Mr Lupin." 

The two Dark Spears from earlier strode over to us, and gagged us again. We were  suddenly unable to move as we were levatated out of the room and through dark,  winding corridors. Finally, after what seemed like hours, we arrived at a large heavy oak door with a small iron grate on it. I expected to be thrown unceremoniously into the cell, but instead, the girl untied our gags and allowed us to move.

"We're so sorry about all we've put you through. We'll make sure your friends are brought here too. When everyone is here, we'll explain everything. Dumbeldore doesn't come down here, so you're safe for now. Just be careful what you say around the Marauders, and if their eyes turn red, don't move or say anything." The boy said while holding the girl's hand.

"Thank you, I think? Why are you doing this anyway?" I asked the two broken Dark Spears.

"We were tricked. Madeline was promised that she'd never have to hide again, and I was promised a spot in Griffindor. We realised too late that we were wrong. We were both so angry, and broke the hearts of the people who most care about us. And we want to help you take Dumbeldore down without dying in the process." The boy said, looking ashamed.

"Good luck. And make sure our friends don't get hurt -please. I beg of you." Ly said. She was so broken after losing her mother, Pandora. I don't think she could take losing anyone else.

The two simply nodded as they opened the cell door and let us walk through. We heard a heavy clunk, and then the footsteps as the two walked away.

Silence loomed like a heavy cloth over the room.

And then, a voice.

A sad, raspy, broken voice.

The voice of a madman.

"Hello? Have you come to help us?" The voice said.

The speaker steped closer, coming under the light from the window.

We saw the spitting image of the Dark Spears boy, only more worn down, and with soft, shattered hazel eyes.

It was James Potter. Alive and broken.