The Not so Dark Hours (Tomarry)

CHAPTER 28

Trigger warning: Use of homophobic slur

I sigh, feeling that eerie sense of Deja Vu overcoming me, as I sit, tied up, on the floor.

'What the fuck is going on?', I think to myself as I look at the forlorn faces of the remains of the Order.

"Now, now, no need to look at us with such contempt Harry. This is merely for your own good." Dumb-as-a-Door coos and I grind my teeth at his patronizing tone.

'Why does this shit always happen to me?'. I sigh.

--- 5 hours earlier ---

"Ah, Harry, my boy, just the person I was looking for. Might I trouble you for a moment of your time over a cup of tea?" Dumbledore smiles sympathetically, emphasis on pathetic.

I want to do anything but, but it's better to get it over with now than having to deal with it later, so I follow him, dragging my feet as we enter his office.

He offers me tea and I accept, but decline the lemon drop. I immediately drop the cup of tea after sniffing it cautiously. It was poisoned. So this is how he wants to play, huh?

I look up at him with a burning glare.

"Oh dear, don't worry about the cup, but rather, is anything amiss my boy? You look ready to jump me..." Dumbledore trails off, still that ever-lasting smile on his face.

I feel another person approach me from behind and I feel them getting ready to shoot a spell at me, yet I can't move a muscle. My eyes widen in realization.

He knew I wasn't easy enough to fall for the poisoned tea... It was a distraction! He spread a paralyser in the air! I continue staring at him in horror, head locked in position, as the glamour falls off him and reveals the bubble-head charm around his face.

A spell hits me from behind and everything goes dark.

--- Current time ---

I watch the remaining Order discuss quietly. You can't even really call it an Order any more, it's just a bunch of old people with not much time left, who think they know what's best for the world. In reality, they're just destroying the future of those who still have a lot of time left.

Molly Weasley, a denier of everything the papers published about Dumbledore, Alastor Moody, who couldn't care less and just wants to kill some Death Eaters, Mundungus Fletcher, who's in it for the payment, Elphias Doge and Dedalus Diggle, who I can't really say much about, and coming as a surprise to no one: teacher's pet – Hermione Granger. Emmeline Vance, Hestia Jones, and Sturgis Podmore are still out on a mission for Dumbledore somewhere. It is surprising how many people still cling to the old man as a symbol of hope. It's ridiculous.

I open my mouth to say something, just to shut it aggressively, remembering my mute act. The potion is wearing very thin and if they catch me off guard I might just slip up, so better try not to sleep or get distracted.

"Honestly Harry, you should have just listened to the grown-ups. You got yourself into this mess." Hermione approaches me, sighing with disappointment. She can shove that right back where the sun don't shine!, I think to myself.

"Oh Harry, finally you're safe from that monster's influence. Soon whatever spell you're under will dissolve and you'll be back to normal! I only hope Miss Vance is having luck with my Ronald, he needs to be away from that disgusting fag who's poisoned him! Probably all of that sort are Death Eaters." Mrs. Weasley seethes towards the end of her rant and I have to hold back from dressing her down verbally.