Lesson's Learned 2: Gone but not forgotten

Chapter 7- Devious and ingenious

                                                                              ~June 1998~

  Harry looked around at his 'Uncle's' follower's, So easily impressed, so repugnant to see. Barely a third of them even had a hold on their sanity. Feeling drawn, his eyes strayed for the barest second to Severus. It felt like he had just been hit in the chest by sack of bricks. The disbelief that shined in the black shiney orbs told Harry that his plan had been pulled off flawlessly. Not even Severus had expected deception and thankfully, for once, accepted what was before him. How it must sting to see that kid he had accepted as his own looking like a  true carbon copy of his real father. The arrogance Harry knew he was exuding himself must repulse Severus as much to see as it repulsed Harry to do.

A lot of things were still fuzzy but between Pansy with her help and writing in the journal every night once awoken, he had started to piece back bits of his missing memories. Most of them seemed to be the time immediately before Pansy had taken him. Memories upon memories of Severus, Draco, Hermione, Ron.

Speaking of Pansy, he thought, inwardly scowling. Harry still wasn't sure what he felt about her. When she had come clean about everything she could tell him, at first he didnt believe her. When it became obvious that she was telling the truth, he became enraged. He destroyed nearly and entire room filled with odds and end that they had come into to privately talk. The thought of being made to believe years and years of his life were passing which were only months at a time, infuriated him.

Some how the vixen managed to calm him down with her urgent whispers. She had been in contact with Draco and Severus had some sort of plan. In the mean time they should keep training and make sure no one suspected them of treachery.

Harry's anger had deflated. Yes, he was mad. Yes, he wanted out of this homely colored place of lies. But, no, he did not want anything to happen to Pansy. He had seen his share of what happened to just plain old muggles, gut wretching torturous things. This was nothing but a drop of water in a bucket compared to what Lord Voldemort did to traitors.

Harry almost shivered again, and  brought himself back to the present.

His 'uncle' was ordering Severus to make some potion or another and waved all the others from the room. Once it had cleared, he rose graceful and snakelike from his throne-esque chair.

With three little pats of his hands he spoke.

"Bravo, my little serpent. You have made me proud this day. Soon, we shall show the world that you are not one to be messed with. Neither you nor I. We shall have our day very soon. Go on upstairs and ready yourself for bed. It has been a long day for us both." he finished, long pale hand resting on Harry's shoulder.

"Of course, 'Uncle'. " Harry chuckled before slinging an arm in a half hug around him and rushing off.

He barely concealed a loud laugh as he witnessed the stunned expression on the mans face just before the doors closed.

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Later that evening, Pansy came into the room with his 'sleeping potion'. She had already told him what it really was and he was ready, He couldn't wait to be back to the age he was really supposed to be.

Taking the vial and giving his thanks, he vaguely noted that the color and consistancy were just the slightest bit different than usual. His grin reached from ear to ear.

Severus had done something, he just knew it.

Knocking it back quickly, he sat in the empty vial on the nightstand and promptly passed out.