The Traitors [HP6] *EDITING*

Chapter 30- The Truth Gets Worse

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It was as if he had used the Cruciatus Curse on Harry's very soul. Harry quickly felt his entire body freeze, go numb, and then start to twitch from the overwhelming amount of emotions that were running through him right now. Those words alone had more power than Voldemort's Avada Kedavra curse, and were infinitely times more painful. How could it be possible...? It wasn't! There was no way!

"Th- that's impossible," stuttered Harry after a few moments of nervous silence throughout the entire room. "Th- there's n- no way that you're h- his master... there's just... no way that can be p- possible."

"I can assure you that it is," said Dumbledore, losing his sympathetic voice and turning into a much deeper, stern, and terrifying voice. "I have been his master ever since he began rising to power. But, no matter what has happened from that point on, I have always been greater than he."

"Ha ha ha..." laughed Harry, trying to believe that this was just some sort of horrible joke. "You really got me this time Dumbledore.... Ha ha ha...."

"This is no joke."

"B- but..." stuttered Harry again, still feeling as though he were in a state of complete shock. "You can't be his master, there's no way. You two are supposed to be sworn enemies, not part of the same team. He's pure evil and you... you're the complete opposite. You're the greatest wizard in the world."

"I know," said Dumbledore, his tone now almost exactly like Voldemort's, though without the distinct hiss. "It has been very tough, trying to lead a perfect life. By far the hardest thing I have ever done. Sometimes, I must even go out of my way, or take away a little from my cause just to show even more to the world that I am good."

"But... why?" asked Harry, almost feeling as though he were going to burst into tears. Dumbledore, the man whom he had regarded almost as a father, a great man and a powerful wizard was really no more than a common thief or murderer. The only difference was that Dumbledore commanded Voldemort to do it for him, instead of actually doing it himself. It was too horrible to even think of.

"Oh, Harry..." he sighed, still in the new voice. "You are far too young to understand. I have experienced things that you are probably unable to even imagine. Things at both end of the spectrum: good, bad and everything in between."

"And?" said Harry, finding himself unable to say anymore than that one word.

"Well, Harry, despite what you may be thinking right now, I am not evil. In fact, the real me is little different from the one you know."

"I... doubt... that..." breathed Harry, still trying to overcome the serious blow his mind and spirit had taken. Just saying more than one word was almost exhausting.

"No, it's really true. You see, the only difference between the Dumbledore before you now, and the one Hermione came to see just a few days ago is a single principle. The ends justify the means, Harry. They really do."

"Oh yeah, and... that's not... evil at all."

"Not when the ends are so glorious and wonderful that bliss beyond a perfect utopia would inhabit the soul of every person on the planet!" he exclaimed, sounding quite serious, and almost a little angry. "Harry, like I said before, you still have so much left to see... you have not seen what I have yet." "And what... is it that... you see?"