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Dumbledore sighed softly as Tom disappeared and half the Auror's
collapsed. Time had certainly mellowed his driving ambition but he was
still as dangerous as ever.
"Was that really..?" One of the younger Auror's asked the question,
trailing off as he received glares from his companions.
"Yes, that was really him," Alastor confirmed gruffly as he cast one
or two charms on the parchment that had been left behind. Once he was satisfied
it was safe he summoned it before softly cursing. It was a letter, sealed
with the Dark Mark and labelled in neat red script, 'HP'.
"I think you'd better see this," the old Auror murmured passing the
letter to Dumbledore as an Auror team stormed into the house, ready to
take on any traps or ambushes waiting for them.
Dumbledore read the letter, his blue eyes grim, their customary sparkle
dulled by the significance of the events. After a moment he shook his head,
refolding the letter and placing it in his robes. "It at least explains
how he got past the security here," he said before following the Auror's
in.
"Albus..?" Remus questioned not content with no explanation as Snuffles
nipped him before turning brown eyes to glare at the Headmaster.
"There were spells on the letter that let Voldemort see the Warding
in the house," Moody explained. "Mr Potter is far stronger that he looks.
He'll be all right until we can find him. For now though, Mr Lupin, I believe
we need to know the truth about the failed protection or not."
Dumbledore stood in the centre of the smallest bedroom, looking round
through narrowed eyes. There was blood on the floor and the furniture bore
signs of scuff marks. Hedwig hooted at him from her cage but the poor bird
was so thin and untidy that he almost didn't recognise her.
"My God..!" Remus murmured as he stepped into the room, covering his
nose with one hand.
"What do you smell?" Dumbledore asked as he flicked his wand, closing
the door. Arthur, Minerva, Moody, Remus, Sirius and himself were all that
was needed here. The Auror's would just cause further complications.
"Sex..." Remus said quietly. "Recent... very recent."
The Headmaster of Hogwarts showed no surprise or any reaction as he
nodded. "Anything else?"
"Blood." The Werewolf gulped and forced himself to remain detached.
He had to do this or else they might never find Harry. "There is a really
faint scent of recent blood but the main concentration is about a day old."
He pointed towards the patches on the floor. "Those I'd say. There's nothing
else out of the ordinary except a dry snake odour but that's to be expected."
Beside him Sirius nodded in dog form, looking anxiously at the door.
"Thank you, Remus," Dumbledore nodded gravely before turning to Alastor.
"What can you see?"
The man's magical eye was going haywire, trying to look everywhere at
once. "There's a lot of static here. I guess the boy's magic or his Lordships
was very diffuse and the house spells aren't helping," the scarred man
reported quietly before concentrating. "There's the echoes of 'Confu',
'Easasum', some major Healing charms and a... 'Obliviate fractus?'"
Dumbledore just stood there. "Obliviate fractus?"
"Quite a powerful one."
"The walls have memories..." The Headmaster murmured, repeating Voldemort's
parting words. "I taught him that spell myself."
"Albus?" There was a worried note in Minerva's voice.
The moment passed and Dumbledore returned to his usual self, his eyes
twinkling weakly. "Everyone, please stand back," he gestured with his wand,
locking the door in the same movement. "I think it's time we knew what
happened here. Revisum hours forty eight!"
Sirius transformed, giving Dumbledore a very dark look before he was
consumed with the vision the Headmaster's charm had invoked.
A misty vision of Harry sleeping peacefully appeared and Albus nodded
before flicking his wand. Harry was struggling, obviously in the grip of
a nightmare before he woke up and looked outside. A black eagle hawk delivered
his letter they watched transfixed as Harry read it once with a sceptical
expression. After the boy had finished though he'd frowned obviously considering
the letter and it's contents before he froze, a look of horror on his features.
A moment later, Harry had stuffed the letter under the bed before he
ran to the door. His Aunt appeared and Sirius hissed at the woman who said
something to Harry and he left. Dumbledore again flicked his wand. Harry
entered the room again, carrying a glass of water and a slice of bread.
The boy split the bread, giving half to Hedwig before he sat on the bed,
nibbling his bread and sipping the water, a look of apprehension plastered
on his features.
Harry sat there for quite some time before his Uncle had burst into
the room. Even though the image was only spectral the rage that was evident
in the older man seemed excessive. Sirius snarled and Remus grabbed his
arm as Harry got one word out before the older man had hit him.
"I'll kill him!" Sirius snarled as the man continued to beat his God-child.
"I'll kill him!"
Eventually it was over and Vernon left Harry crumpled on the floor.
Blood pooled below Harry and he passed out.
"That's enough," Sirius said quietly.
"Sirius," Dumbledore turned towards him, his eyes grim once more. "I'm
afraid that's not everything. And we have to continue this so that we may
help Harry and while this is horrific, I'm afraid we are going to have
to delve further into the past to understand what Tom was referring to.
'The walls have memories' and only they know why the Obliviate was cast."
"This had better be worth it."
Dumbledore flicked his wand again and they watched as Harry struggled
to his bed dragging himself on it again before falling unconscious again.
Dumbledore pursed his lips as he willed the image forward and as expected
the next thing was Tom Riddle entering the room. The Dark Lord had looked
murderous; eyes split and skin almost looking like it was scaled. After
murmuring orders to the Death Eaters who appeared in the door he had gone
to Harry.
Sirius watched, flabbergasted, as the man who had wanted nothing more
that to kill Harry had raised his wand muttering spells that had eased
Harry's pain. It was obvious that what ever spells the Dark Lord had said
had calmed Harry since his pained expression became normal and he slipped
into peaceful sleep. Sirius almost felt thankful to the Dark Lord, almost...
But then Voldemort had pulled the covers off Harry and shed his own outer
layers caressing the boy and kissing him...
"No..." Sirius moaned. "He didn't... He can't have..." He couldn't say
anymore because it was obvious that the Dark Lord had. Even as a human
he could smell the odour of sex. And it became obvious that in some way
Harry reciprocated.
Dumbledore didn't let the image continue as he destroyed the spell with
a sharp swish of his wand. The old man had sighed tiredly. "Harry wasn't
in his right mind, Sirius. Remember that. That was the 'Confu' spell was
for. I'd wager Harry would have fought tooth and nail if he'd of had any
idea what was happening. But now I'm afraid we will have to continue."
"Albus, are you sure?" Minerva asked the question gravely.
"I'm sure, Minerva. I know Tom well enough to know that he wouldn't
have said what he did without some knowledge. We have to know what
he knows."
"You don't have to go all the way back."
"What is this?" Remus asked.
"It's a spell like the one we just saw," Moody began, "except Albus
will take the image back years rather than hours."
"You can't!"
"We don't have a choice. I'll be alright."
"What?!"
McGoganall fixed Dumbledore with a stare that quite clearly said that
she though he was pushing to far as she explained it to Remus, Sirius and
Arthur. "The charm to bring back the recent past is draining but the charm
to bring back years past is not taught because it requires ridiculous amounts
of energy. It's usually only done by a group working together..."
"But we don't have time for that," Albus broke in quietly, "and I have
the feeling that we have to know."
Sirius narrowed his eyes. "All right," he said eventually. "If we don't
know, Voldemort's only going to twist everything."
Dumbledore nodded sagely. "Thank you. This will not be easy - to cast
or to witness but you must remember that everything we see will allow us
to help Harry. He endured this, so can we."
The aged wizard raised his wand, his eyes suddenly showing his age.
I'm
sorry, Harry, he thought before murmuring the words. "Revisum years
octatifium."
There was a surge of power and the whole room was covered with wavy
ghostly images but no people. The room was filled with clutter and despite
the seriousness of the situation, Arthur looked around wide-eyed at the
many and varied Muggle toys that filled the room. The only things that
hadn't moved were the bed and the largest cupboard.
"I'm going to go quickly, unless something happens. I'm not sure how
long I can hold this."
The others in the room nodded, slightly awed. Even with their knowledge
of Dumbledore's strength, it was impressive seeing it.
The image seemed to blur somewhat but everything remained identifiable
and then people began coming and going from the room. Sirius easily recognised
Petunia cleaning and Dudley playing but those were all normal. It wasn't
until Vernon entered the room dragging Harry that he felt a chill pass
through him. This wasn't right.
The image slowed slightly and it wasn't long before another man entered
the room. Dumbledore slowed the image completely to normal time as the
man approached Harry. "Endure it, for him," he warned the others again,
looking sternly at both Sirius and Remus.
Harry looked at the man, seven year old emerald eyes wide. When the
man got too close the boy lashed out, kicking and clawing but to no avail.
The man just caught his hands, gripping both thin wrists in his large hand
and he had then pushed Harry back on to the bed, the man's other hand ripping
away the boys cloths. Harry had screamed then but the man had just pushed
a wad of fabric into his mouth and had appeared to laugh.
Once Harry was naked the man began to lick him, starting with his face
and moving downwards. The man had paid special attention to Harry's genitals
but he had continued to struggle. After what seemed an eternity the man
had flipped Harry over and forced himself into the small boy. Little Harry's
eyes opened wide and under his gag they could see him scream. Tears formed
in his eyes but the man had laughed again and had licked at them, driving
into the young body harder.
Finally it was over and Harry lay slumped on the bed as the man dressed
and left. A few moments after the man had left, Harry had pulled the cloth
from his mouth and had looked around for anything that was still wearable
from his clothes. Vernon's head had appeared at the door a moment later
and the man had thrown some fresh cloths to the boy.
Dumbledore looked grim and a sheen of sweet had appeared on his brow.
With a determined flick the scene blurred. "I'm going to skip a couple
of years..."
The image solidified again as another man left a crying Harry although
this time the boy was a lot older, closer to eleven although they knew
that couldn't be the case. The abuse couldn't have continued after his
Hogwarts Letter had arrived. They would have known.
Sirius bit his lip as he continued to watch feeling sicker with every
passing moment. His expression was shared, in it's own way by all of them
but they had to witness this, for Harry.
Vernon came in after a moment and for an instant it looked like he was
just going to throw new cloths at Harry but the fat man had checked his
watch and then had advanced on Harry. From the door there was a flicker
of motion and Sirius glanced over to see the obese Dudley standing there
watching as Vernon violated Harry.
When it was over again the fat man left, sharing a few words
with his son that they both laughed at.
Dumbledore's eyes were narrowed in concentration and he was looking
fierce, nothing like the kindly old man he seemed to be. With another flick
of his wand the scene again changed, this time to show two men with Harry
both dressed in what were obviously wizards robes.
"There," the Headmaster said, waving his free hand, freezing the image.
"Anyone recognise them."
"That one's not human," Both Moody and Remus pointed to the taller man
while Arthur frowned. There was something familiar about one of the men...
Dumbledore let the image move forward a little and the man took off
his hood. "Ah... A vampire... Xeoaph, I believe," Dumbledore murmured.
The image once again moved and the Vampire raised his hands, weaving
visible lines of magic. The energy centred around Harry before it seemed
to seep into him. His sleeping image frowned but then became peaceful again
and the two men turned to leave.
"No, freeze it!" It was Arthur who shouted the request. "I know him!"
Mr Weasley pointed to the man accompanying the Vampire.
"Who is he?"
"He's a trader... Has some dealing with the Ministry dealing with magical
artefacts... His name... Hep... Hepras..? Ah, that's it, Heprah Yusia."
Dumbledore nodded and let the charm fade.
"I'll kill them," Sirius said quietly.
Dumbledore tapped the side of his nose, looking at Sirius. "I am sorry,
Sirius, more sorry than you can imagine but I think it would be better
if we brought them to justice. The 'Revisum' charm isn't widely used but
it is admissible and there are clauses in the system that allow for Muggles
to be tried in our world."
Sirius trembled. "Punishment?"
"They'd get the Kiss," Moody spoke up. "There'd be no question about
that, Harry Potter or not, Muggle or not, they'd get it."
"And they'd deserve it," Arthur spoke, still looking sick. He had seven
children and the thought that any of them... that any child... should have
to go through that...
Remus looked at Dumbledore closely. "Why didn't we know?"
"The Elder Vampire Xeoaph, who has been on the Ministry's Most Wanted
list for centuries, cast the Obliviate. And as you well know, Vampiric
magic is almost impossible to sense."
"So how did Voldemort find out about it?"
"I'd imagine through Harry's blood but that's not the issue here. We
have to start the search for Harry."
"All right," Sirius growled before turning back into Snuffles but Snuffles
hackles were raised and his lips were pulled back, revealing long white
teeth.
"Let's go."
The tone was sombre as they filed out.
Remus paused at the door, letting Hedwig take one last look at the room.
"We'll find you Harry," he whispered. "We won't fail again."
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