Tore Me Apart

3. An Abomination

'And what is that silver thing behind his back?'

Albus Dumbledore prized himself in being good in a lot of different things. He didn't, however, prize himself in being scared of a child. 

But I mean- you would be scared too if said child was currently holding a knife approximately 3 mm from your face...

"Are you my new playmate? I haven't had one in a long time, the guards were fun, but it just isn't the same, you feel me?" He paused for a moment, looking intently at Dumbledore, before spitting out "So are you?"

" Not quite my boy, we're here to get you out of this dreadful prison".

"Dreadful, eh?"

"Why yes. We best be going now, young Harry" Dumbledore tried to explain, though by the dazed look in the other's eyes, he wasn't really listening.

"No"

"Sorry? I could've sworn you just said 'no'?"

"Wow, you may just be as old as you look. Yes I said no. You do know what no is, right? N-O, NO"

Dumbledore looked rather affronted at this, "I don't think you understand the situation Magical Britain is in, my boy. We need you, people are dying out there"

The younger wizard just grinned slightly, and he might of imagined it, but he was pretty sure he saw specks of red bleed into green.

"Why should I care?"

Dumbledore actually blanched at this, "Voldemort is still out there! Millions of innocents are dying and you don't care!?"

Harry widened his eyes in an attempt to look innocent, "Should I?"

The elder tried to fix a response to that, but he couldn't think of one. So many lives at stake, and the Boy couldn't care less! Whatever happened to the sweet boy that would do anything to keep the world safe? Oh right.

We sent him to this hellhole. If only we hadn't...
'No use dwelling on the past now' he thought sadly. Dumbledore looked up from the ground, an action he hadn't registered until baby blue eyes clashed with a pair of vibrant green.

Harry had started to analyse his face, taking in every nook and cranny, so Dumbledore did the same in turn.

His face was smaller than before, definitely dirtier. His body held little to no fat at all, and his bones were peeking through his flesh, evidence of malnourishment. He was still short and grew only a few inches more. The famous lightning scar now struck across his face, his bird nest hair unbelievably messier and his already bright green eyes practically radiating power.

He was thinking so intently, he didn't notice the pale bony hands waving in front of his face, trying to gain his attention.

He was, though, snapped out of his thoughts when the cooling touch of metal graze his neck ever so slightly.

"It's rude to ignore people you know, you old fucker"

"I-I'm sorry my boy. I was just thinking. Please, what were you saying?"

Harry smiled, but it definitely wasn't a nice one, "Good, good. Now, I would love to have you stay chat and all, but I think I am in need of new decorations for my little cell!"

Dumbledore shot him a confused look, not yet knowing what he meant. He paled at this 5 seconds later, finally knowing that he was the decorations. He was scared too, knowing the amount of time it would take for him to grab his wand and utter even a spell, his head would be on the floor, lifeless and bloody.

" Say bye bye!" The knife had just started to draw blood when a shout came.

"STUPEFY!" Harry laid, slumped on the floor, eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed in unconscious confusion.