Harry Potter One-Shots

Only His

Dumbledore bashing, bad light

Harry smiled at the Order of the Phoenix, swinging his legs back and forth as he sat on the chair they plopped him in. It was a gentle smile with an underlying knowledge that put both Severus's and Remus's nerves on edge. They and Sirius were only in the interrogation to make sure Harry is safe but they worry about the others in the room. Some of them have a bad look about them.

"Hello, Harry. You must remember us, correct? We have been looking for you since the end of the Triwizard tournament. Could you tell us how you ended up in that Manor all by yourself? You didn't seem locked in but I worry Voldemort did something to you to keep you from leaving." Dumbledore questioned, his grandfatherly twinkle working full force. Harry kept his smile as he opened his mouth to answer.

"Of courssse I remember you, you utter bassstard." Harry hissed before clearing his throat and blushing in embarrassment like he just realized no one could understand his parseltongue.

"Ah, sorry. Voldemort only talks to me in parseltongue and Nagini is my only company there. I haven't used English in a while." Harry rubbed the back of his neck to keep up the embarrassed act but he didn't like the feel of English on his tongue anymore. It wasn't a smooth sensation that trickled from his mouth like a snake sliding down a rabbit hole like parseltongue was. Then again, he hasn't used English in a while and it scratched at his throat and sounded worn and broken.

"It's alright, my boy, but could you answer my questions? I'll ask them again if you need me to." Dumbledore soothed, waving to Molly Weasley to get Harry a glass of water for his throat. The woman bustled away quickly, willing to do anything for the Light Lord.

"I can answer them. My recall ability has greatly improved. I do remember all of you. Memories feel a little fuzzy, but that's likely because it's been a few years. Remus is still my favorite Defence teacher. Besssidesss my love, of courssse." Harry grinned, shifting in his seat to get a little more comfortable in the wooden chair. He can feel Voldemort at the back of his mind, utterly pissed off and smashing the entrance of their manor. Harry sent soothing vibes down the mental link and tugged his love to watch his interrogation.

Molly came back with a glass of what Harry knew was a drugged cup of water. He could smell the potion on his tongue as he opened his mouth to speak again.

"Voldemort was the one to put me in that manor. He said I was special and that he wanted me all to himself, so he smuggled me away into the manor. He had to lock down the place at first because I very desperately wanted to leave, but I eventually got very comfortable there. He has a great taste in books. I spent a lot of time in his library. Did you know there was a spell like the Killing Curse that was actually a medical spell used to painlessly kill patients who would not have had any chance of life from their illnesses? Such as individuals like Neville Longbottom's parents. Or patients that are in so much pain from an illness with no cure that it would be inhumane and cruel to keep them alive." Harry then smiled at them again, tilting his head to the side as he observed their reactions. Most of them were not happy to learn that a forbidden spell was being talked about. Spells that kill are evil and always would be to them.

"My boy, I think Voldemort has done something to you. I'd like to keep you here to figure it out and cure you." Dumbledore said, the tone of his voice saying that Harry had no choice in the matter.

"Of course, Headmaster. Although don't keep me long. I can feel Voldemort's rage in the back of my mind, and I don't think you all will be safe if you keep me here. Essspecssially oncsse I figure out who the sssecret keeper of the Fidelusss Charm isss." Harry responded, glad that the interrogation was finished. He wanted to go hide with his godfathers and wait for his love to get him.