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Harry's True Self	By : yaoiboydaisuke Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 42737 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 8
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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AN: I know that the bag Hermione had used the undetectable extension charm, but I like just calling bags with the charm used on them bottomless bags because it is never actually stated how much could be fit into a bag with the charm on it; not to mention the whole bigger on the inside thing being like Doctor Who and his Tardis is huge on the inside.
“They sent a kid now?” A man scoffed, sitting on a ratty couch, his brown hair was a mess and his clothes were filthy. Harry's eyes scanned the room, the best his eyes could focus on, there were five other people in the room. A woman with stringy blonde hair and a torn dirty white dress, another woman with her head shaved into a black crew cut and wearing only a black long sleeved shirt that just barley went below her panties, man wearing a suit and greasy red hair, another man with a bald head and dressed in silk pajamas, and finally a man sitting in a corner with his legs pulled to his chest; it was that final man that really scared Harry, he had white hair and was wearing the same clothes Sirius had when he escaped from Azkaban.
“....Where am I?” Harry's eyes started to focus better inside the room, there were no windows and the only door was boarded up, it was just a room with cots and a couch. He did not see the death eater who he followed into the fireplace, he also saw that no one else had followed behind him, and it had already been a few minutes. “What is this place!” he screamed, startling the man in the corner.
The black haired woman scratched at her arm, twitching. “You are where they send the people they don't think they can trust now that the war is starting...” she stepped closer to Harry. “So, who are you? What did a little boy like you do to the Dark Lords followers? What do you know that they want to keep you silent about?” she reached a hand out to him, her nails were black from filth and sharp.
The bald man grabbed the woman's arm hard. “He is just a child, leave him alone. They probably sent him here because he is a family member to someone the Dark Lord wants to control.” he looked at Harry. “Am I right boy?”
“Y..yea...” Harry wished he'd pocketed some Floo powder. “My uncle works at the Ministry, I was approached by a man who said he worked with him, he said my uncle needed to talk to me....then I ended up here....” Harry had become better at his lies.
“Tch, so he's just a little hostage....” The black haired woman walked over to one of the cots and sat down.
Had he said the wrong place again? No, he knew he said exactly what the death eater had said. “Did a man come here before me? I was following my uncle's coworker...”
With a sigh the blonde woman sat on the couch beside the brown haired man. “Yea, one of the death eaters came to check on us, make sure we were all still here, then he left.”
So, it had been a trap, but whose idea was it? Surely Severus would have followed after him with the same name of the place, where was he? Then Harry thought about the last couple of moments before he used the Floo, Lucius had been talking to Severus while Harry was trying to concentrate on the name the death eater had said over and over in his head to make sure he'd pronounced it correctly, he had interrupted their conversation when he asked Severus to wish him luck; Lucius had done this, he distracted Severus so he'd not hear the name correctly. He could feel his anger boiling, he had wanted to get passed his past with the Malfoy's, but this was another mark against the family; he wondered what Severus was doing at that moment.
At the correct location, Lucius found himself slammed into the wall. “Where is he!” Severus screamed at his supposed best friend, he was shaking from the anger he felt upon arriving to not find Harry anywhere in sight. “Lucius! What have you done!” spit hit the blonde man in the face, his eyes were wide, he didn't think Severus would be so upset. The other death eaters in the mansion were watching the fight, Sirius and Voldemort were downstairs; which was lucky for Lucius.
“We should have this conversation in private Severus....” Lucius was released. “Follow me...” taking Severus to his office, he turned to his friend, the door closing behind him. “The boy is a child, he doesn't know what is going on and he would probably decide to go back to his friends the second he saw them fighting on the battle field. I made a judgment call for the benefit of this war going as planned.”
Severus stalked toward Lucius punching him in the face. “You better get him back Lucius, before the Dark Lord finds out.” he turned his back to Lucius walking out of the room, the blonde man putting a hand to his bloody nose. The other death eaters moved out of Severus' way, he didn't want Lucius to be killed, but if Harry wasn't brought back, Voldemort or Sirius would kill him. Severus stared at the fireplace as more of the Dark Lord's supporters came through, Lucius walking from his office behind him.
Harry walked to the boarded door. “Why is the door boarded from this side? Can't we just break it down and leave?” while his back was turned to the people in the room, he used the darkness of the room to his advantage, slipping his wand into his bag; then placing the bag on the inside of his pants while looping the drawstrings to his belt loop. Harry wasn't going to take any chances of them getting a hold of his belongings, if they were sent by Voldemort's followers as problems to his cause, they probably were dangerous.
“You would think so wouldn't you?” The brown haired man said turning to look at Harry's direction. “Our wands were taken before we were sent here, we have no tools to remove the nails, and we have no idea what is on the other side of that door, there was a scratching noise one night. If we had our wands we'd have lit this place up the moment we got here, this darkness is annoying.”
“We should just jump the next guy who comes to check on us, steal his wand, kill him, and get the hell out of here!” Screamed the black haired woman.
Lifting his head up the white haired man laughed. “You think we can just do that so easily? What will we do once we're out of here?” he stood up slowly, using the wall to support himself. “The Dark Lord would send his followers after us, we could try to hide, but they will find us. Hell, I escaped Azkaban and thought I found a place they couldn't get me, look where I am now!”
“They even got to the supposed boy wonder, Harry Potter.” The Red haired man rubbed his chin. “They haven't found his body, so he is probably being tortured by the Dark Lord. They were able to snatch him without anyone noticing from Hogwarts!” he shook his head. “I rather stay here till the war is over, we won't have to fight and we won't be considered traitors.” he scratched the top of his head. “Though if our side loses, we're going to be pretty screwed, and have to pull those boards down by hand, then face wandlessly, whatever is behind the door.”
Harry sat down on one of the cots. “So all of you are death eaters and supporters?”
“....I was...” Sighed the white haired man. “Then to try and save myself I named names, I thought like with the others who had done the same, I could get a deal and not be sent away to Azkaban.” he balled his fist. “Apparently I am so simpleminded I was tricked, they didn't charge me on some of my crimes under the Dark Lord, like they promised, but they still got me for smaller crimes.”
Crossing one of her legs over the other, the blonde woman spoke next. “I am simply a supporter, but because my husband was killed as a traitor, they couldn't trust me and sent me here.”
“I'm here as a hostage like you boy, I was listening in on death eaters who came into my tavern, I figured with the information I was hearing those rich bastards would pay me to keep my mouth shut. Next thing I know I am here.” The black haired woman growled.
“Great, we have a black mailing werewolf bartender in here with us, we better get out of here before the next full moon.” The brown haired man complained, the black haired woman about to punch him. “I'm just a guy who's sold questionable things to people who wouldn't like their names being mentioned if the Ministry ever came asking.”
The bald man and the red haired man refused to talk about their stituations, both agreed that the others were being a little too loose mouthed and deserved to be where they were. For the next hour, Harry watched the people fight with each other verbally, they were also complaining that no one else had come through the fireplace after Harry and that they were getting hungry; apparently there had been food before Harry came, but they had ate it all without thinking they might not get more.
Harry was quickly getting annoyed with the six of them, he wanted Severus to hurry up and get him the hell out of there, take him to where he was meant to be. All of their heads turned to the fireplace as it lit up, Harry stood up quickly. 'Please be here for me, please be here for me...' he thought over and over. A man came out of the flames, his wand pointing at the people in the room, he used a stunning spell on the other six looking at Harry.
“You are Porter Hadler right?” The man said with a gruff voice, Harry nodded. “There was a mistake in sending you here, I was told to retrieve you.” he handed Harry some Floo powder, whispering into his ear the correct location. “You will go first, I don't want to lose you.” while they were stunned, the people in the room could still hear and see what was going on, they were angry and confused as to why the boy was allowed to leave. Harry didn't give it a second thought, he used the Floo powder and disappeared.
Stumbling out of the second fireplace of the day, Harry looked at the much brighter and cleaner room, Severus was the only one there; the others had things they needed to do to finish preparing for the war. “Severus I-” Harry found himself pulled into a hug by the older man. “....You were that worried? I was only gone for an hour, stuck in a room with idiots.”
Slowly releasing Harry, Severus backed up, trying to regain his usual demeanor. “Knowing how Lucius usually deals with problems...Yes I was worried...” he sighed. “It would be best if your parents don't find out about this, Lucius has been my friend for years, and I've already dealt with him myself..”
“I wasn't harmed and it was only for a little over an hour, they don't need to be bothered with that information anyway.” Harry smiled. “But for now on, I am not going to bother trying to trust the Malfoy's ever again. So, where is our room?”
The next three days Harry didn't see Severus much, besides when the man came to go to bed, Harry had spent his time playing his Gameboy and waiting for things to calm down a bit more. On the fourth day of being at the second manor, Harry went down to the room Voldemort was staying in with Sirius. His eyes went wide at what he saw once he opened the door, sitting in the chair that was in the middle of the room was Voldemort, but he wasn't the same Dark Lord he'd seen the other day, he had hair and a nose now, and his skin had more color to it.
“What happened? Get sick of looking like a snake?” Harry asked.
With his still red eyes, the Dark Lord glared at Harry. “It would seem that when I removed my Horcrux from your body, I took a piece of you with it, and this is the side effect.” he glanced at Sirius. “Your mother seems to like this look and refuses to let me fix this problem. I have to wear a mask now in front of my followers, rather than them see me like this.” he felt that they wouldn't be so scared of him now that he looked somewhat human. “This being the case, you might also suffer from some side effect if a piece of it is still inside you that I wasn't able to remove. Now, what brings you down here?”
“I am sick of just sitting around and hiding, Severus had a present given to me that I am enjoying, but he is mostly doing what you want him to and I hardly see him.” Harry folded his arms. “I haven't even had the chance to talk to you guys and really get to know you, get to know what we're going to do once the war is over. You guys are my parents, I'm your dirty little secret that no one can know about, at least not now anyway.” he wasn't enjoying not being included in the war plans either.
“So you want to be in on the plans that involve killing or enslavement of your friends?” Voldemort raises his newly grown black eyebrow at Harry.
“They aren't my friends anymore, this is my family now and I have picked this side....I want to do something, anything, to show you I am not just a child you sired, that I am your son and heir.” Harry watched the smirk come across Voldemort's face.
“Very well, for tomorrows meeting, you will be apart of it and we will announce that Harry Potter is never going to be a problem for our plans.” Voldemort stood, walking over to his son, pulling him to him. Harry was a pawn to use against the order members who didn't know Harry was heir of Slytherin, the students who at one point considered Harry a friend or at least a friendly acquaintance. Voldemort was banking on the idea that they would be to distracted by finding out Harry had switched sides to actually attack him, which would leave them open for attack. “You will have to join us now Harry, a trial that will prove to us you are truly on our side will commence during the meeting.” he patted Harry on the back, yes, Harry was going to have to prove he had what it took to be a true death eater.
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