Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Harry Potter and the Bad Wish ❯ Powers That Be ( Chapter 11 )

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Explanation time! Ok, people asked about things, or how Harry built muscels so quickly, blah blah blah... I explain as many things as possible, add a new twist, and am setting up the end, although that won't come for awhile. I hate summaries...

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Chapter 11: The Powers That Be

A week later Harry was laying on his bed not wanting to go to sleep. He had gotten into another argument with Hermione over something stupid. Harry wasn't going to do what Ron, Voldemort, wanted him to do but he still thought about what it would be like to have his parents back. He yelled at himself for being such a prat with Hermione, for ever believing Ron, for ever even thinking about accepting the deal, he could never kill Remus, he was one of his Dads' best friends, and Sirius's friend. Listening to Neville and Devin breathing Harry slowly let sleep take him over.

“Harry, how was your day?” It was Ron again! “So have you thought about your answer?” Harry wanted to hurt Ron, if it was a vision, not a dream, maybe he could.

“Shut up Ron! I would never kill Remus!” Harry tried to move closer, but found he couldn't.

“Well like I said the Dark Lord is willing to deal with you, maybe you don't have to kill Remus, but you would have to kill someone, our spy heard you and Hermione are fighting, how would you like to win whatever you were arguing about? Kill her and you get your parents.” Ron smirked at Harry, like how Professor Snape would smirk but worse.

“Never, I love her…” Harry shut up after that, not that it mattered, the Death Eaters already seemed to know him and Hermione were back together.

“Then why not someone you don't love? Is there anyone you want to kill Harry? And don't tell me you don't want to kill someone Harry, I know of someone you want to, and I'm sure the Dark Lord would be willing to sacrifice him to you for your allegiance.” Who was Ron talking about? Him? Or Wormtail…

“I could kill Wormtail?” Harry blurted it out before he could stop himself.

“Sure, kill that rat of a man, get the Dark Mark and your parents are yours, well Harry?” Ron smirked at Harry again.

“No, I can't, if I did Hermione would leave me. And I'm not doing that, Voldemort is evil, you are evil, and I'm not.”

“Oh Harry you think Hermione would be a problem? If you still want her we can give you a collar to control her, and if you wanted something better trust me, Voldemort has a fresh stock of tail that would shag you for hours on end.” Ron crossed his arms staring at Harry, or so Harry thought, he couldn't tell what was going on around him. “Well? It would be nice to have my Mate back Harry, and if you bring Hermione with you the Trio would be reunited.” Ron seemed to have a sincere look on his face, did he really miss Harry? Hermione?

“No Ron, that's wrong, evil, not me. And how do I know they are my parents? Not a trick by Voldemort?”

“Oh come on Harry if it was a trick do you think you would be able to tell? You just have to trust the Dark Lord.” Ron smiled, tempting Harry to lash out. “And besides Harry I'm sure if you had anything else you wanted the Dark Lord could arrange it, what job would you like after the Dark Lord takes over? Or do you want someone to be kept alive? I already got my parents covered, even the Twins, if they join me. Do you want Hermione's parents to be covered? Or maybe you have a friend or two you want to be protected, or money? I think you have enough money but more is always better!” Ron chuckled acting like Harry and him were good friends again.

“You're lying! If I meant so much to Voldemort he wouldn't have you talk to me, he would talk to me himself!” Harry was trying to ignore Ron, he couldn't, but he tried.

“He is far too busy Harry, but trust me Harry, I am not deceiving you, I will talk to the Dark Lord and if he wants he will talk to you. I just thought you would like a familiar face, a friend, to talk to. Think it over Harry, you want to keep the people you love safe don't you? Your parents, Hermione, whoever else you want, I'm sure the Dark Lord would be willing to give you almost anything you wanted, if you accept his end of the deal. Night Harry.” Everything went black as Harry went through the rest of the night without dreaming, or having a vision.

That morning Harry went running by himself as he had gotten up before anyone else. He wanted to apologize to Hermione later, before Potions, but he had something new to think about. If he could kill Wormtail instead of Remus it would mean, no, he still couldn't do it. But Wormtail was evil, Wormtail deserved to die, and even if he did accept the Dark Mark it wouldn't mean he would have to follow orders, he could become a spy for Dumbledore, or get close enough to Voldemort, close enough to kill him. Harry ran back to the Common Room after taking a shower in the Prefects bathroom. Hermione came down from the Girls' dormitory and saw Harry sitting in a chair. “Harry you get up early again?”

“Yes, kind of.” He hadn't really gotten to much sleep, his mind was to busy going over what had happened with Ron.

“You need your sleep, eight hours is best, but I guess you need less.” Hermione bit her lip in concern, Harry was always up early it seemed, it couldn't be good for his health. She was still a little angry at him but she loved him enough to worry, even when they weren't getting along.

“I guess Hermione.” Harry wanted to tell her about the new conversation with Ron but wasn't sure if he should. “What if I said I didn't have to kill Remus to get my parents?”

“What? Harry you think you could trick Voldemort? Harry I'm sure whatever plan you came up with wouldn't work Voldemort would see through it.” Hermione bit her lower lip, Harry was still thinking of that? She knew his parents meant a lot to him but it was a trick, nothing could have brought them back, Harry even said it didn't work.

“No it was Ron, he said Voldemort wants to deal with me, if I won't kill Remus then I could kill Wormtail.” Harry had said it, he knew Hermione wouldn't like it, but damn it they were his parents…

“Harry you can't! Voldemort is trying to trick you; do you think it would be hard for Voldemort to use the Imperius Curse to make someone take a Polyjuice Potion of Peter?” She crossed her arms staring at Harry.

“It's not just that Mione I could keep you safe, your parents safe, Ron said his parents are protected, part of his deal with Voldemort and I could have you protected.”

“Harry if you join Voldemort you won't have to worry about protecting me because I would make sure you didn't live long enough to! Harry I love you and I would rather you die, I die, then to see you become a Death Eater!” Hermione clenched her jaw trying to quiet herself down incase anyone else was awake yet.

“I know you couldn't kill me Mione, just like I couldn't hurt you.”

“You becoming a Death Eater would hurt me Harry, fighting over this hurts me, stop talking about this Harry! Voldemort is evil and you aren't, your parents aren't alive, it's a trick!” Hermione sat down in a chair. “I'm sorry we fought about this Harry but you shouldn't be thinking about it.”

“Hermione you're probably right, they aren't my parents, but what if they are! Voldemort might have used Dark Magic to bring them back, something that Dumbledore would never use.” Harry had thought of it, maybe the magic Voldemort used to bring himself back had brought his parents back. “If it is them then I have to get them back, even if I have to become a Death Eater, even if it is only long enough to get my parents to somewhere safe.” Harry waited for Hermione to respond only to be surprised by none. “Mione?”

“I'm not talking about it anymore Harry, I don't want to, and you're making me mad again.” Hermione kept her arms crossed not looking at Harry.

“Mione you don't understand they are my parents!”

“They are not! It is a trick and if you say one more thing about this I am going to Dumbledore about this!” Hermione became quiet again.

“Fine Mione, while your parents are safe at my house who knows what Voldemort is doing to mine!”

“Harry promise me right now you will stop thinking about this, talking about this, please.”

“Fine, I promise I won't think or talk about this.” Hermione stared at him, she knew he was lying.

“Harry if you are going to say it mean it, don't just say it to end the argument, I love you to much to let you become a Death Eater.”

“Know what Hermione? I don't care alright? I might love you, but I love my parents more!” Harry got up and left the Common Room heading back to the Great Hall.

Harry seethed for the rest of the day not talking to anyone. He was getting tired of fighting with Hermione, and unlike before he didn't have Ron to talk to when they were fighting. Of course, it was usually Hermione and Ron fighting, damn it all. Harry had to talk to Hermione, apologize for earlier, and yesterday, and he had to get a hold of Dobby about the gift for Hermione. “Dobby.” Crack

“Yes Mister Harry Potter Sir?” Dobby had appeared like always.

“Is Hermione's gift ready?” Crack, Dobby disappeared then reappeared moments later. Crack

“Yes Mister Harry Potter Sir, Miss Hermione Granger Ma'am gifts is ready.” Dobby had a package in his hands and gave it to Harry.

“Thanks Dobby, you can go back to doing whatever you were doing.” Crack

Harry went to the girls' dormitory entrance and asked for permission, he had seen Hermione go to her room earlier, when it was given he went up to the 6th year room. Knocking on the door he heard to squeals, “Mione?” He heard some more noises then heard a voice, not Hermione's.

“Go away! You aren't supposed to be up here!” It was Monica's voice.

“Oh sorry, uh, you know where Mione is?”

“No, go check the library.” It was Ginny's voice. Harry knew he saw Hermione come up here, was she that mad at him?

“No she isn't, I saw her come up here, Mione if you're that mad,” Harry opened the door, “oh, uh…” Harry hadn't thought of it. It appeared that Harry had interrupted the two and blushed.

“We weren't doing that Harry!” Monica got up off the bed. “We were talking about something very important when you came up here; now leave before I hex you!” Harry was a boy, aren't they banned from coming up the stairs? Last year Devin had nearly destroyed the entrance because it wouldn't let him go up the stairs to see her. “Go away!”

“Sorry but I saw Hermione come up here, where else could she be?”

“I don't know Harry I didn't see her, now please go away.” Monica had been talking to Ginny about something important, serious, and did not need Harry around.

“Ginny is it ok if I check your room?” Ginny nodded thankful for the interruption, she did not want to do what Monica had been talking about. “Thanks.” Harry left the two and went down the stairs to the next room and knocked on the door, no reply. “Hello? Mione are you in there?” No reply still. “Is anyone in there?” No reply. Harry was sure he had seen Hermione go up the stairs in the girls' dormitory, where was she now? Harry went up and down the stairs knocking on all the doors, scaring three 2nd years when they opened their door and saw not just a boy but Harry Potter, a Prefect! Leaving the girl's dormitory Harry went back to the Common Room before deciding to use the Marauders Map to find Hermione. Hermione was in the DADA office, so was Dumbledore, had Hermione really gone to Dumbledore about the new vision, or conversation, with Ron? And how had she gotten there, Harry was sure he had seen her go into the girls' dormitory. Harry put the gift in the bottomless pack when someone came in.

“Harry?” Devin found Harry standing over a piece of paper a little out of breath, he had gotten better but his body was still weaker then it had been. “Dumbledore sent me, told me to tell you to go to his office as soon as you can.”

“Alright, thanks for telling me.” Harry put the Marauders Map away and headed to Dumbledore's new office, the DADA office. Harry still found it weird to go there to see Dumbledore, he should be the Headmaster of Hogwarts, not McGonagall, not that she wasn't going a good job just that was where Dumbledore belonged. Harry got to the office and opened the door without knocking.

“Harry good to see you, I am sorry for interrupting whatever you were doing but Hermione has told me some things that concerns me.” Damn it, she had gone to Dumbledore, if he had just shut up about it. “First of all those rings,” Dumbledore pointed to the ring on Harry's finger, “Might be dangerous. Hermione has told me she researched them and couldn't find anything on the rings, and their special powers.”

“But how is that dangerous?” If Harry had thought they were dangerous he never would have given one to Hermione.

“Well your messages may be picked up by a third or fourth, or how ever many rings are out there. Hermione tells me you got the rings in a unique way, along with some other things.” Oh, but the rings turned colors when someone else put the ring on, Harry looked at his, it was only red now, Hermione must have taken hers off. “That is why I had Devin get you instead of having Hermione use her ring to contact you. I will study them for now, and would like you to give me your ring to make sure they are safe.” Harry took it off quickly, what if his messages, all of them, to Hermione had been heard by someone else? Harry nearly blushed thinking about it. “And her pendant seems rather unique to Harry.” Harry looked over at Hermione, her necklace was on but the pendant was off, what now?

“I'm sorry Harry I didn't think it could be so dangerous, but when I told Dumbledore about it he said he wanted to look it over.” Hermione grabbed the necklace where the pendant should have been.

“I assume you got it in the wizard world as it is a basilisk and its ability.” Harry nodded. “It seems whoever made it created it to see if people were lying, or angry, or whatever else they were feeling inside. Now while Aurors have items with special abilities that do this none are so small or powerful as this pendant. I will research it and if I find it is safe, or not made by a Dark Wizard, I will give it back.”

“But how? Why now?”

“Harry I didn't think of it until you gave them back to me, when I started wearing the necklace I noticed the weird masses around people again, I saw that you were lying earlier.” And she was still hurt from when Harry said he `might' love her, but he loved his parents more, they weren't his parents!

“I'm sorry Mione, if I had known they were dangerous I never would have given them to you.”

“They might not be dangerous Harry, that is why I want to research them, make sure they are safe. I may not be your Headmaster anymore but I am still worried about the students of Hogwarts.”

“How long until you know?” Harry had been getting use to the ring on his finger, able to talk to Hermione whenever he wanted to, usually in class so the teacher wouldn't hear them talking.

“I'm not sure Harry, Hermione says she found nothing on them in the school's library so I know which books not to look in, and as I have many more books then there are in the library I should be able to cut the time down on it.” Harry sighed; Hermione had talked to Dumbledore about the jewelry, not Ron.

“Is there anything else you wanted to talk about Dumbledore?”

“Yes, you had another conversation with Ron.” Damn it Harry thought, he didn't want to talk about that with Dumbledore, he knew what Dumbledore would say. “I am concerned Harry, Voldemort is hurting you, Ron is hurting you, and yet you don't see it as that. I am sorry to say I do not know of any magic, Dark or not, that could bring your parents back.”

“That doesn't mean there isn't any that can't!” Harry didn't mean to yell at Dumbledore but did.

“Very true Harry but why would Voldemort do such a thing? I know your parents bodies were dug up Harry, and while embalming works very well in some cases after all these years I would be surprised if any hair survived, even enough to make a Polyjuice Potion.” And if there was it wouldn't have mattered, there was no spell that could bring the dead back to life, they could be reanimated, but not brought back to life.

“But you don't know, and I don't have to kill Remus, Ron said I could kill Wormtail, someone who deserves to die!”

“Killing anyone Harry takes more then just waving a wand, the effects on you afterwards will haunt you for life.” Dumbledore had killed before, he tried not to, but Grindlewald had left him no choice, Dumbledore had to kill him before Grindlewald killed anymore people. “In the Muggle movies the hero just rides off into the sunset happy and care free, but those are movies. In real life a part of the soul is torn, and the more you kill the more your soul is torn, Voldemort's soul has been torn so many times it may have been why he didn't die, the Killing Curse strips a person of their soul but Voldemort's soul was in so many pieces it may have only had parts of it taken, why he was alive but weak.”

“What about Devin? He's killed, but you say his soul isn't there, what happened to him?”

“His soul is there Harry it just doesn't work like others do, and what happened last year is why he is in so much pain.” Harry was confused by this, Devin was in pain? “That's why Madam Pomfrey gives him his medicine; it keeps his soul from burning him one could say.” Dumbledore had read his mind, again. “I believe that was why he went to sleep, his soul couldn't leave him, he couldn't die, so it went and hid inside of him taking so much energy from him he couldn't stay awake. It wasn't until something, someone, that he loved came that his soul came back out of hiding.”

“Well I won't care what I feel, I can take pain, I've been put under the Cruciatus Curse so many times it doesn't affect me anymore. I can handle my soul being hurt; I can handle pain if it was because I killed Wormtail, Voldemort.”

“Harry that kind of pain would affect you, you have shown amazing tolerance to pain, and I think I know why. When you first felt the Cruciatus Curse you felt a lot of pain, and I am assuming Voldemort did to, you are connected Harry, and now you achieve the same things he does. He could deal with any kind of pain, and as such you are able to handle pain, except the kind Voldemort uses on you through your scar. I believe that is also why your powers have increased since he returned, have you noticed anything else since Voldemort has returned?” Harry had, the voice, it didn't appear until Voldemort came to power, but it always helped him, usually, it couldn't have been Voldemort… “What is it Harry?”

“I, well, there was this voice that kind of helped me, but it went away.” Almost, it came back to him in that dream, the Necronomicon dream.

“How did it help?” Harry was embarrassed, he remembered the time Dudley had walked in on him and Hermione, or the time Sirius walked in on him and Hermione, or…

“Well it warned me of when someone was coming, but would be weird about it, like `the black wizard is coming' when Sirius was coming in his dog form.” Harry couldn't stop himself from thinking about Sirius, he loved Sirius still, he may not have ever told him that but he did.

“But you say it went away, when?”

“After the attack in Diagon Alley, when we went back to 1974.”

“A time that Voldemort wasn't attached to you.” Dumbledore was right, but why would Voldemort help him? “His powers overflow into you, his body had been so weak that when his powers came back he couldn't control all of them at the time, I believe. But now he is getting them under control, maybe he sent you into the past so he would have time to get them under control.”

“But then it wouldn't have happened, all that time would disappear when me and Hermione came back.”

“True Harry, Voldemort may not have known that would happen, or I may be wrong on why he did it. I am old and very wise but not even I have all the answers Harry, why I love to teach younger ones so they will be able to find the answers.” Dumbledore smiled but went back to being serious. “I notice you have changed, physically, I am assuming that you lost the need for your glasses after Voldemort came back?” Harry nodded. “And your body has gained muscles, something most wizards never get around to as they don't need it. How long did it take you to develop them?”

“I don't know, a few weeks?”

“I see, that is also different Harry, most people train for months to develop muscles, I think again that Voldemort has affected you. His powers are affecting you both with your magic and your body, have you had any weird feelings, emotions that you don't know where they came from?”

“Not really, there were some but they weren't from Voldemort.” Harry did not want to get into details on that one and tried to think of anything else but that to keep Dumbledore from reading his mind. “I don't want his powers, even if they help me. Why does everything have to happen to me!” Harry sunk down in the chair knowing that sounded stupid.

“Voldemort chose you Harry, that's why.” There was a reason for that, but Dumbledore was not going to tell Harry, Dumbledore didn't even believe in such things even if he allowed it to be taught at Hogwarts.

“I know, I didn't mean it. It just makes me so mad sometime, I want to be normal, I tried to be normal in the Muggle World but failed.”

“You are normal Harry, as normal as anyone else, you just have interesting things happen to you. They may not be good things, but interesting. One day Harry, Voldemort will fall and you will be free of him, but will you consider that life normal? What is normal Harry, what do people consider normal?” Dumbledore had Harry on this one, yes what had happened in Harry's life may not be what he considered normal, but until he was eleven would he consider doing magic and making potions normal? Having people who loved him, something he never thought would happen, have someone who loved him, or love someone else.

“I want to do this though, meet with Voldemort, kill Wormtail, to kill them all. They killed everyone I loved, they took my best friend from me, they killed teachers, they have tried to kill me!”

“When they are all dead what will you do Harry, who will you have left? I love you very much but if you killed all of those people I would leave you.” Hermione grabbed Harry's hand trying to comfort herself.

“Sorry Hermione but do you really want these people around? How could you defend the people that force you and your parents to live at Sirius's house, my house, instead of at home? They killed your friends, your teachers, they took Ron from us, how could you say you would stop me from killing them, leave me for killing them! They are evil, they don't deserve to live!”

“You're right they don't but they do live and it is not up to you to end that. I have to admit Harry I want to kill Voldemort, I have dreamed about it, but if I had the chance would I? I don't know, I would feel horrible if I didn't, letting him live, but I would feel just as bad killing him, ending the life of a human being.” She had argued with herself many times, hours spent arguing about whether or not she could kill someone, even Voldemort. She had gone to church when she was young, with her parents, killing was a sin, but would it be a sin to kill Voldemort? “And was it really that bad having me around over the summer?”

“No, but you shouldn't have been, you should have been at home with your family, or at the Weasly's…” Harry had missed going to the Burrow, he missed Mr. Weasly and Mrs. Weasly.

“We can't go back there now can we Harry? Ginny says they haven't been back there since after the attacks, incase Ron attacked. They've been living with the Twins at their store.” Hermione stopped, Ginny wasn't supposed to tell her, but it was Harry, and Dumbledore already knew.

“Now you two have been up here far to long you must have other things to do.” Dumbledore stood up and lead them out. “Make sure you go to the Common Room as soon as possible as it has gotten late.” Harry and Hermione left for the Common Room trying not talking to each other, Harry was upset that Hermione had actually gone to Dumbledore.

“Harry I'm sorry, he knew something was wrong and I told him.”

“So you didn't go to him about that? How did you get there anyways? I saw you go up the girl's dormitory stairs, but the Marauders Map showed you were in Dumbledore's office.” She didn't apparate, that much he knew, maybe, House Elves could but humans couldn't, maybe.

“I had to do a meeting with him, Dumbledore has been teaching me some things that I probably shouldn't be learning.”

“Like what?” Harry's curiosity was going now.

“I can't say, Dumbledore told me not to.” Although a couple things weren't illegal for her to do anymore now that she had turned seventeen she still wasn't going to tell Harry or anyone else because Dumbledore had told her not to.

“I see, keeping more things from me, don't I tell you everything Mione? Even when I know you will get mad about it I tell you, yet you keep everything from me.” Harry said it under his breath so Hermione didn't hear. “Good night Mione.”

“Night Harry.” Hermione kissed him on the lips and went up to her room as Harry went to his.