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Harry cut into a succulent piece of steak and brought the sumptuous beef to his mouth as the rest of the table silently watched him, all of them ignoring the served food. This didn't matter to him however, their opinions mattered very little anymore.
*FSHHHH*
The sound of the Floo flaring broke the tense quiet as Remus stepped through, his hand whipping through his cloak as he wiped the soot off his clothes. He tapped his wand against his clothes and vanished all of the ashy soot soon after as another flare of green fire sparked behind him, a pink-haired woman stumbling out.
"Blasted floo network!" The woman cursed as she floundered to her feet once again.
"Haha, I remember when you were a child and landed on your face." Remus commented idly, his tired and worn figure seeming a little brighter at the levity of the Junior Auror's antics.
Her hair flickered between bright red and yellow before settling on pink once again. "Stop talking about that...!" Remus just laughed even more.
Harry smirked at the duo whilst the rest of the table stared at the scene with a hint of incredulity and frustration. There were a few exceptions, namely Hermione and Ron who both were glaring at him as if he were a child throwing a tantrum. He ignored them and reminded himself that they weren't his friends anymore and that he had friends in the chat group.
Unfortunately the levity was brief as Arcturus coughed loudly from his frame. "Ahum, stop fucking around Harry." He ordered plainly as his right eye was twitching. The action of the portrait made him want to laugh in it's face but he decided against being immature at the current moment, especially considering that his biggest enemy was sitting across from him.
He set the cutlery down on the table loudly, drawing Tonks and Remus from their friendly little chat. Both of them looked towards him and the rest of the birdy order, their expressions scrunching in confusion, though Tonks' was much cuter than the werewolf's.
"Ummmm, Harry?" Remus called out nervously.
"Yes Remus?" Harry asked back, innocently.
"What is this?" He shuffled forwards towards the empty seats beside Harry and the portraits.
"This is my little gathering... You see, I have some facts to reveal to everyone and also some bones to pick... Almost literally." Harry snapped his gaze onto Dumbledore, flashing his 'Sith-eyes' before returning them to their usual Emerald hue and looking towards his honorary uncle.
"I see. Well, don't let us interrupt..." The werewolf hummed out as Tonks fell into a seat next to Arcturus; who was looking at her and grinning from ear to ear in pride... It seemed he had figured out that she was of Black blood and had one of their family's most prized powers. Remus sat next to his right at the head of the table.
Walburga Black, Sirius's mother, slowly awoke inside her frame as Harry's magic power started slowly seeping into the room. Her eyes blinked softly a few times before she saw Harry, the half-blood, staring down Albus Dumbledore and a bunch of blood traitors and the mud blood. For once, she stayed silent... Quietly observing the interaction and Arcturus.
"Now that everyone is here-" Harry began before Dumbledore interrupted him.
"Sirius is yet to be here and Snape will be present shortly." Dumb-as-a-door explained in a cordial and controlling manner.
Harry growled at the old shit before calming himself down, using his mastery over his chains to stifle the hatred he was feeling. "I'm afraid that Sirius is occupied with family matters tonight and that Snivellus will never be allowed in my presence again."
The ancient fossil of a Wizard cast his disappointed gaze at the Sith Lord but Harry just rolled his eyes and continued what he was going to say. "Now, let us get started shall we?" He asked menacingly, his stare darting across the faces of the Weasley family, Mad-Eye Moody, Shacklebolt and several other members that he couldn't give a fuck about.
After a moment of silence he took that as acceptance that he was leading the meeting. "Good. Well, how about we start on the prophecy?" Dumbledore paled slightly, his irises losing their twinkle.
"I already know about that Harry." Remus stated calmly, his expression closed off and almost defensive as he registered that the wizened old Headmaster was on the outs with Harry.
"Yes, but did you know that Snape was the one to give it to Voldemort? And that he had begged him to only save Lily?" Harry commented casually, as if he were discussing the weather. Snape was going to die, but it would be at a later time and now wasn't the time to go on a killing spree... A true sith gained understanding first and then struck, as Apocrypha had taught.
Remus immediately stood, his wand leaving his hidden holster as he pointed it at Dumbledore. "YOU FUCKING KNEW!?" The tip lit up powerfully, a dark green that almost hissed of death. Harry was revelling in the lies and bullshit finally being unwound but quickly took control once again.
"Sit down Remus. I have more to share, and once I am finished, then we will make our judgement... Fair?" Harry half commanded, half asked.
The old Marauder's expression was that of an angered wolf as his eyes flickered between their usual grey-blue and the stark yellow of the beast within him. "Fine." He eventually ground out.
"Now... If that wasn't all, there is also the fact that Voldemort had read the mind of Peter Pettigrew the night before I became 'The-boy-who-lived'... You see, Dumbledore was the one who originally created the Fidelius and thus was the only one that could actually transfer ownership of the secret from Sirius to Peter.
The order of the chicken all started mumbling and whispering to one another, Molly glaring daggers at Harry as he calmly revealed secrets that some members wanted buried. "But you see, he didn't want the blame when Peter betrayed his friends and instead altered the memories of everyone present to make out that mum had cast the Fidelius... You see, Voldemort was a very skilled practitioner of the Mind Arts and was perhaps the only one besides Dumbledore that could erase an Obliviation and Mind-edit of such a scale... Let us just say that he was quite amused at the Mugwump's actions."
Remus was figuratively spitting fire from his nose now as he stared hollowly at Albus, his eyes practically sharing the list of spells he knew that could cause suffering and pain.
Harry continued. "Unfortunately for old Albus here, his plan wasn't completely full-proof, but we'll get back to that... Yes, Voldemort read this from the mind of Peter and instantly declared that I was the child of prophecy and needed to die to ensure he could fulfil his multi-dimensional soul anchor. "
"Soul anchor?" Moody abruptly broke in, his magical eyes spinning around before snapping into place upon the Sith Lord.
"Yes, yes, I will explain later Moody." Harry waved him off, the old Auror nodding and settling back into his chair, taking a swig of fire-whiskey.
"You all know the rest of that night's events... Well, except for Snivellus appearing after Voldemort was blasted into his wraith form and proceeding to cry over the corpse of my mother." He paused and took a sip of the wine next to his steak dinner before continuing, "Now, we get into the fun parts. You see, my parents had a will and testament that was witnessed by Albus Dumbledore, the good old Headmaster-" Harry glared death at the old coot and inwardly grinned at the flinch he received from the manipulative old cunt, "and after they had hit the bucket he, as the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, got to see it fully. He naturally disliked the fact that I was supposed to go to anyone but my Aunt and Uncle and promptly froze it in the legal system, ensuring it vanished from all view, as my guardian in absence."
Shocked gasps broke from Tonks and Hermione, the two women tearing up at the idea that everything Harry had been subjected to was due to the old coot's interference. Some of the order were leaning back in their chair, their faces showcasing a considerable amount of shock and disgust.
"Oh, and you must have also forgotten a little detail at the bottom of the wills Alby-boy!" The headmaster narrowed his eyes in thinly veiled rage and anger, a small hint of confusion radiating from him after the statement.
"Confused? Ah, then I guess it just shows your incompetence... Never mind, I'll come to that later." Harry took another sip of his wine. "Where was I? Oh, yes! The freezing of the wills... Yes, you see Albus here wanted control over his 'weapon', me, and decided that I was better suited in an environment that my parents said I should absolutely not go to."
Walburga coughed into his speech, drawing his attention and the ire of his magic. "What was this environment like, Heir Black?" She asked demurely, a tactic she had developed when speaking to Arcturus and later Voldemort.
"Oh, good question. You see my aunt and uncle hate magic and anything to do with it. I was deposited on their front step one cold night in November without any warning and without any set of guidelines for my care. For the next 15 years they proceeded to abuse me, physically and emotionally. I lived in a cupboard for 12 years and was beaten nearly daily. Sometimes Vernon would get particularly angered with my bouts of accidental magic and decide to attempt an exorcism of my magic via his old army belt..." He glared off into the distance for a time before shaking the memories away and returning back to the meeting, as it were.
Remus looked crushed from the information whilst Tonks was practically sobbing at the sheer acceptance on the young man's face. The rest of the order had mixed reactions with Moody looking positively apoplectic at the horrors that had been done to someone for merely having magic.
"Whilst we celebrated you as a saviour... You were, oh Merlin, mother magic help us all..." Remus muttered as he stared despondently at the large mahogany dining room table. Harry took a breath in and lightly pet his uncles hands before returning to the task at hand.
"Yes and Dumbledore and McGonagall knew my living standard as my very first letter was addressed to 'Harry Potter, the boy who lives under the stairs.' So much for a duty of care or adults protecting children, eh?" Harry stabbed his steak and delicately cut another piece off before biting into it and chewing.
Every member of the order was in various states of shock or denial, Molly being the least affected as she was one of the people who had been in the know and was siphoning money from the Potter accounts through Dumbledore. He swallowed the steak and gesticulated with his fork, casually, as he continued.
"Then every year I was tested..." Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and was positively fuming at this point. "First year I killed a man for the first time, Quirrell. He had been possessed by Voldemort's wraith and was hunting after the Philosophers Stone so he could restore himself. Three first years solved the 'traps' that lead to it and lead to me fighting him once again, in which i found I could touch him and burn him alive... Which I soon did."
Harry took another sip of wine, noticing Dobby and Kreacher listening to the meeting in the background, both of them in awe of him. He was a little put-off by the hero worship of the house elves but threw it into the back of his mind.
"Second year was perhaps the most offensive 'test' as it pit me, Hermione and Ron against the entire school... People were getting petrified by a Basilisk and it took us to figure out that it was a Basilisk for anything to start happening in the way of solving it. Think about it, Albus Dumbledore, defeater of Gellert Grindelwald, Guardian of the Light, Leader of the Light, and whatever other fancy titles he has, not being able to figure a puzzle out before three second years... Heh!" He shook his head.
"Naturally I saved Ginny from the basilisk, using Godric Gryffindor's sword to slay it when I was twelve. That didn't happen before I got bitten by it and I had to fight Voldemort once again... I only survived thanks to the independent actions of Fawkes that day... Then after all of that I was questioned quite thoroughly by good old Alby here before I had even been sent to the medical wing. The one part of that entire event that was even initiated by yours truly was me freeing Dobby from the Malfoys... Which I am glad I did." Dobby sobbed from happiness in the background, Kreacher patting his back softly.
Moody was beyond furious now, his eyes boring into the side of Albus's skull as if he could command the man's head to explode. Molly was turning paler and paler as the revelations kept coming, her state only being noticed by her Husband as he looked at her in shocked dread. Remus was shaking now, his eyes flickering yellow and grey-blue every few seconds.
Tonks had grabbed her own cutlery and was slowly stabbing away at her steak, not eating it, simply stabbing it as tears slowly dripped onto the plate... Her sadness slowly converting to rage. The rest of the order were slowly starting to scowl at Albus as he slowly lost control over his magic, his power slipping out into fine black wisps around him.
"Third year was when Sirius escaped to hunt down Pettigrew and ensure I was safe. The ministry caused most of the hassle that year, Dumbledore included since he allowed soul sucking demons into a school. Additionally I had to save my own Godfather, with the help of Hermione and her time turner; granted to her by Albus and McGonagall. I then conjured a Patronus, taught to me by Remus here, that held back hundreds of Dementors as they bore down on my past self and Sirius's past self, attempting to suck our souls away." Everyone wasn't very surprised at this point, except for Shacklebolt and Moody when they heard about the time turner.
"Fourth year was a cluster fuck and way too much to go through at this current time. Let's just say that the Headmaster sucks ass, didn't do anything to help, fucked around and endangered every single champion. The school turned on me again and I was left alone this time, with only Sirius to support me. Fortunately for everyone involved I was a fucked up, abused, kid that desperately wanted and needed friends and thus I forgave everyone after the first task. Voldemort resurrected, Cedric died, I was used in a ritual and when I returned and said Voldemort was back... Everyone treated me like I was mad." Harry ground out, still feeling a pain at the sheer quantity of betrayal he had suffered through that year.
"The next year I was tortured by one of the teachers of Hogwarts, the toad-bitch. Dumbledore did nothing. Every time I came to him in an attempt to report her he would stop me and simply say that he couldn't do anything and then he fucked off somewhere else... That was when he wasn't avoiding me like a plague. I formed a defence club, filled with people that I wouldn't even fucking want to be in the same room with currently in an effort to get people ready for Voldemort. Suffered slander throughout the year and then got tricked by Tommy Boy into 'saving' my godfather... And then we fell through the veil and now we're back." He huffed after a long winded recount, his fork stabbing into a piece of tomato now as he dragged it over the top of his steak and bit into the united pile of food.
"What the fuck..." Remus shockingly blurted, his words a mix between a question, a statement and a declaration of his feelings. Albus was just pissed off and staring bloody murder at me.
"Oh it isn't done yet dear uncle o'mine!" Harry stated chirpily as Arcturus stared at the Heir of the Black family in mild horror but also respect, his hawk-like eyes glimmering with tears that he could not loose. Remus, meanwhile, simply stared at Harry as if he were a lost puppy. "For you see, I was able to kill Voldemort whilst on the other side of the veil and gained all of his knowledge and memories." He continued whilst everyone gasped.
Albus abruptly stood up, his face turning ashen as if he had just seen a grim in the flesh.
"Yes, Voldemort or Tom Riddle, was a vastly complex man that suffered much like I had... No, he suffered worse than me because at least I wasn't sexually abused." The order was leaning forwards despite the fact that they wished they could have left by now.
"He suffered at his orphanage where the matron sexually abused him. He was bullied from a very young age and was beaten half to death by his fellow children. When he was finally able to be adopted the family abused him much the same way the matron did, except from both a male and female this time..." All of the children looked like they were about to throw up whilst the adults were grimacing in extreme distaste.
"Finally, when he was discarded by them at the orphanage once again, after they had had their fun, he finally received his letter from Hogwarts. At the time he was considering suicide and refused to answer the letter... Unfortunately Albus wasn't having that and decided to meet him at the orphanage, essentially forcing him to go to Hogwarts under threat of obliviation." He paused to take a drink once again before continuing, "Magic was the only good thing in is life at this point and thus he simply accepted the ultimatum, his mind conjuring hopes of killing those people who had abused him; rightly so in my opinion."
Everyone blanched at my last statement but eventually agreed with the feelings behind it.
"He went to Hogwarts, learned as a firsty, used his sheer will and determination to study rituals until he discovered one of Rowena Ravenclaw's old rituals that would give him an eidetic memory... He used it, despite the distaste he would constantly feel at remembering every single experience he had had in his short life... And then, when he entered second year he was approached by Slughorn and forced into sexual acts again... This time enforced by lust potions and a semi-casual usage of the Imperius curse."
He didn't pause at all... "Lo and behold, he goes to Dumbledore, the then Transfigurations professor, and tries to ask for help. Naturally our headmaster here doesn't rush to help and instead berates him for lying about a member of staff... Tom refused to back down and this is where even I grow sick... Alby here decided to use the situation to 'relieve' himself. I will not go into further detail on this as I am sure all of you can conjure the idea of what happened to him..." Harry closed his eyes and pressed those particular memories below hundreds of chains once again, he had enough of his own traumas let alone Voldemort's on top.
"This lead to the formation of what the world would come to know as Voldemort... He was beyond rage, beyond sanity. After a lifetime of abuse and pain he decided to take it out on the world and revelled in unleashing that same pain he felt on everyone else... It really puts into perspective why he was 'scared' of Dumbledore. It wasn't because of his power, it was because of what he had done to him..." He stopped for a moment, letting all of the information sink in before unleashing the kraken.
"And when you consider that Dumbledore was lovers with Gellert Grindelwald and the author of his 'greater good' philosophy, well, it puts it into perspective really. Hell, he killed his own sister in a duel with his brother over him... If that isn't dedication I don't know what is." Everyone was gaping at the facts I had dropped, Moody already standing and pointing a wand at Albus, the old coot standing there, shaking.
"ENOUGH!" Albus boomed out.
"How about no." Harry jabbed his knife in the direction of the old man, hitting him with a small dose of force lightning that immediately sent him sprawling backwards against the far wall.
Moody followed up the burst of lightning with a stunner and several other curses that were all focussed on detainment and debilitation. Shacklebolt was standing as well, though his wand was held at the ready and ready to take on anyone who was throwing magic around.
"How dare you!!!" Molly screamed before Arthur clamped a hand over her mouth to shut her up, looking at her in frustration and betrayal.
Harry stood at the woman's exclamations, his entire body darkening as shadows grew longer throughout the room. The chandelier dimmed and all of the candles within the room flickered ever lower as his presence seemed to expand outwards into the room. The force was supplementing his charisma at this moment as he stared down the Weasley Matriarch.
"I fucking dare, you, thieving, bitch! HOW DARE YOU LECTURE ME IN MY FAMILY'S HOUSE AFTER YOU HAVE STOLEN FROM THE POTTER VAULTS AND WORKED TOGETHER WITH A MAN WHO I HAVE BLOODFUED WITH!" His voice vibrated through the house and crashed into the room with a thunderous clap of power, her body being snatched from Arthur's embrace and spread into a 'Jesus' pose in the air above the table.
"Let go of my mum!" Ron shouted before Remus stunned him, quickly followed by Hermione who dropped next to the red-haired ponce. Tonks was standing now as well, though she was standing beside Harry with her wand pointed towards all of the order members... It was clear what side she had taken.
"Do you have some way of trapping him Potter?" Moody asked as he lifted Albus's still body onto the table with a flick of his wand.
"Oh, I have a lot of ways of ensuring he will never harm anyone again. And legally speaking, I have every right to do it in the Ministry Atrium." Harry lessened his presence once more, settling back into his chair as Arcturus started clapping.
"Bravo! Bravo! That's how a Potter and a Black should act!" He blared out in triumph, his moustache working upwards in a large smile as he continued to clap. Walburga quickly followed in glee as she finally got to witness Dumbledore get fucked over by a Black... She had chosen to accept Harry into the family; within her own mind.
*FWSHHHHHH*
The floo flared during this tense silence to admit Sirius, who immediately cleansed himself of the soot with his wand. Just as he stepped forwards, wondering what was going on with the currently suspended Molly and stunned Albus, the floo flared once more and Lily Potter stepped out. James Potter sputtered out of the floo almost immediately after her.
"What is going on here...?" Lily asked in concern as she noticed Moody pointing his wand at the back of Dumbledore's neck.
Everyone in the room that didn't know she was alive promptly fainted or collapsed onto their asses. Moody didn't. His magical eye spun wildly between Lily and James before locking onto them.
"If either of you are impostors," he growled, wand still raised, "I'll know."
Lily blinked. "Hello to you too, Alastor."
"Hmph." The old Auror lowered his wand by approximately two inches.
"Good enough."
"Oh! Remus!" James shouted in excitement just as the man fell backwards onto the ground next to Tonks who was openly gaping at the appearance of the 'dead' Potters.
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