Harry finds himself in fortunately unfortunate circumstances and with a little trust everything changes for the better.
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I could feel my rage building up. I looked at the men on either side of me and they looked positively livid. When they saw that my attention was on them, their faces softened, so I looked at their hands and then their legs. They didn't seem to be a threat, which means they were angry at what Griphook said.
"Who put them on me and can you take them off?" I asked. If possible, the goblin's face twisted into an even more disgusted expression than usual.
"Albus Dumbledore and yes, we can." he responded. I wasn't shocked, the old fool's manipulations must've ran deep for so many people to trust him.
"Well then, how do you propose we do this?" I inquired. The smile on his face would've made even Hades tremble with fear.
Severus's POV
Seeing Harry take in Griphook's words so casually made me want to torture those filthy muggles into oblivion. I snuck a look at Lucius and, no matter how inappropriate the time was, I couldn't help but find him incredibly hot, all murderous like that. However, two words snapped me out of my trail of thoughts like a slap to the face.
Albus Dumbledore? He is responsable for this child's misery? He forced a glamour on this child?
But the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. Everything he'd ever done, to The Dark Lord, while he was a student, to me... And now to Harry. 'Everything for the greater good.' I bet he'd say if I asked him. I felt like killing someone. When the goblin smiled then, I was about to piss my pants. Goblins are scarier than boggarts - that's a fact.
Griphook then took off with a quick 'Follow me.'. He led us through many corridors until we reached a huge room that would be an arithmancer's wet dream, with walls covered in runes and a stone slab in the middle of it.
"Mr. Potter-" que wince. "-Harry, please take off everything but your underwear and lie down on the table."
Harry's POV
I did as asked, trying to ignore the gasps behind me. The stone was cold, but it didn't bother me. Griphook called some other goblins it the room, then said:
"Harry, this is going to hurt a lot, but it will not kill you. Do you still want to proceed?" I nodded my head and the goblins started chanting.
He had been right, it hurt a lot, but I've felt worse than that. I gritted my teeth and stood silent for about 30 minutes, when the chanting stopped.
I've never felt power like this before.
Severus's POV
I had witnessed this ritual before. The man it was done to had screamed and cried so much that he had passed out from lack of oxygen and here Harry was, not making a sound, acting as if it is a walk through the park. Lucius looked like he was thinking the same thing.
After about half an hour, the ritual was finished and, after sharing an incredulous look, every goblin but Griphook left. The three of us watched as Harry rolled on his side, stood upright, then leisurely drew his legs to his chest, crossed his arms on top of them and closed his eyes. A few moments later, he opened them and looked at us.
Holy mother of Merlin!
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