Harry Potter One-Shots

Worst Nightmare

"Why did you kill those muggles?" Dumbledore asked as Chief Warlock, staring down at the fifteen year old boy that he was unsure of.

"If you're going to question me, use veritaserum. I've got nothing to hide but I cannot guarantee the truth otherwise. I have quite the reputation for lying, you see, and I have quite the reputation of getting away with it too." Basil Riddle, previously known as Harry Potter, stated with a cocky grin on his handsome but young face.

"Administer the serum." Dumbledore said. They waited as an auror dropped three drops of the veritaserum onto the boy's tongue.

"What's your name?" Dumbledore asked for verification just in case of Polyjuice.

"Which one do you want? I've built a few personas throughout my lives." Basil answered, one of the few people to ever be able to show emotion under the effects of veritaserum. He was grinning, staring up at Dumbledore with an unnerving glint in his eyes.

"... All of them." Dumbledore responded, subtly confused and just the tiniest but scared.

"Harry James Potter. Roseo Heather Evans. Corvus Sirius Black. Basil Thomas Riddle." The boy answered easily, letting each name go with pride.

"Wait. He said lives. After getting his birth, ask about it sir." Suggested a small wizard that did the manuscript for the trial.

"Hm, I was curious too. Alright. Date of birth for each name." Dumbledore agreed, then asked Harry the next verification question.

"Ah, luckily they're all exactly the same date. July 31st, 1980." Harry answered with a little chuckle.

"Hm... Now, how many lives have you lived?" Dumbledore asked, getting to the side point that he thought was currently important.

"I've lived three lives." Harry answered simply, smirking at the annoyed expression of Dumbledore.

"... Which names are paired with each life?" Dumbledore specified.

"Ah, I lived my first life as Harry Potter. Utterly sucked, that did. I was Corvus Black in my second life. I lived to be the best damn adopted son Sirius Black could ever ask for and I'm confident I did a Marauder's worthy job. My third life is this one currently and I've been parading around as the son of Lord Voldemort just to piss you off, Dumbledore, and to confuse ole Moldey-shorts. He has no idea that I'm not actually his kid and Bellatrix gives him such betrayed looks that I can't help but laugh. Oh, and Roseo has been my money making persona for life two and three. He's a creature bartender. Best damn bartender to exist. I get high praise from my loyal creature customers. Ever heard of Wolf Moonshine? Yeah, me neither. It wasn't until I started working with the werewolves. That drink is an absolute wonder and can get an average Wizard blackout drunk in just one glass." Harry shared without an ounce of care, laughing at the end about the alcoholic werewolf drink.

"..." Dumbledore didn't like this. Maybe they should get back on topic.

"Why did you kill those muggles?" The old wizard finally asked again.

"Because they're terrible people. They never got to this or my previous life, but they abused me in my first life. I had almost reached death by their hands many many times. I ate the scraps they gave me at least once a week. I got two cups of water a week. I was beaten black and bloody whenever I did the freakish thing they refused to call accidental magic. I did every chore in the house since I was four. I lived in A BLOODY CUPBOARD UNDER THE STAIRS! You look into my eyes. You see my memories. And you'd want to kill those bastards too. Filthy pieces of muggle scum." Harry hissed out, slipping into parseltongue at the very end. Fire blazed in his eyes but he did not move from his chair.

"... I see. However, you killed muggles on purpose in front of other muggles. You murdered and broke the Statue of Secrecy, so you will be condemned to death." Dumbledore stressed, greatly concerned that his failed plans actually backfired but from two lives before.

Then there was loud laughter.

"Death?! Oh, oh! That's a good one! Exactly the same as last time! I can't wait for you to see how right the muggle saying is." Harry laughed out, breathing hard and almost losing some tears.

"What muggle saying?" Dumbledore asked, worried. He didn't know very many but this really could be a problem.

"That I'm not stuck in here with you, but that you're stuck in here with me." Harry ferally grinned, something that will haunt Dumbledore's dreams for the rest of his secretly planned short life.

This was not the end of Harry Potter.