Changing Ideals

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Chapter 18: Split Decisions and Chaste Kissing

*Harry\'s POV*

Sitting in the old coot\'s office, waiting for him to return from that infernal dance, had given me a lot of time to think on my vision. For a while I contemplated not telling the meddlesome man, letting that horrendous fate befall my ever \'loving\' family. I mean, after all, it is what they deserve. After everything they have put me through, would anyone really blame me for not telling? Who would ever find out that I had the vision? And say, on some off chance, they did find out, I could easily pass it off as a dream. Nobody would be the wiser, plenty of people dream of their tormentors dying hideous and horrifying deaths. It\'s a very common thing to wish ill people upon people who have tormented you. Honestly, who would not wish a horrendously painful death upon people like that? Anyone who attempted to say they wouldn\'t, was a blatant liar.

Finally I came to my senses. I was still the Golden Boy, savior of the Wizarding world, the perfect little boy nevenever did anything wrong, although he just might be a little insane. This image had to be maintained, nobody could discover my perfectly laid plan before it was too late. With my decision firmly in my head, I knew I had to tell my family\'s soon to be fate. It makes me sigh to think I\'ll be saving them from that horrific ending. If I\'m lucky though, when I charge them with everything they have put me through, they\'ll be sentenced very accordingly. I\'m looking for the kiss for Vernon. Not so sure about Petunia and Dudley. Of course, I think the fitting punishment for them would be to serve a wizard for fourteen years, living in a cupboard for the first ten years, with minimal amounts of food, and plenty of punishment for behavior undeserving of a slave. Hehe, sometimes I wonder how people would react to my true nature.

Pulling my head up, I notice that the imbecile has entered. Have I ever mentioned how much I loath that man? I despise him with every bit of my soul. I\'m not quite sure who ranks higher yet, him or Voldemort. It gives me a headache evryinrying to figure it out. Anyway, back to the matter at hand, the fool is rambling at me. I have to laugh at the fact he actually thinks I\'ve been listening to him. It\'s amazing that I\'ve been able to hold this conversation with him, giving the appropriate little glares, smirks, and what not, without actually even realizing what he is talking about. Homing in on what he is saying, I am enraged to find out he thought I enjoyed myself. Going off into my own rambunctious ramblings, I could have laughed as I watched him try the innocent look. The conniving old bastard could pull it off well, but trust me, I\'m immune to that. I could almost see the cogs in his head turning, formulating some mundane little plan to win me over, that would inevitably fail. Really, how could I have never noticed how easy it was to read this supposedly invincible man?

Listening to him talk about how Severus had enjoyed it, I blew my top. As my raned ded down, I said, "After I left, I went to have a visit with Myrtle." Smiling evilly, I continued, "Of course, how could I possibly pass up going into the Chamber? While I was downre, re, the most interesting thing happened. I had a vision." Watching for his reaction, I was happy to notice that he seemed to deflate from his boisterousness of being the Great and All Powerful Albus Dumbledore. Watching him sink into the chair in front of me, I couldn\'t help but smirk in triumph. "I\'m assuming you want to know what it was about?" Cocking my head slightly to the side, in a seemingly curious gesture, I awaited his answer.

*End of Harry\'s POV*

"Of course I want to know, Harry. This could be very important," talking in slow, calming tones, it almost sounded as if the old man was talking to a raving lunatic that was a walking time bomb about to go off. Rolling his eyes, Harry wasn\'t sure whether he wanted to tell them man, or beat him over the head for treating him in such a manner.

"I saw something that made me smile, but something that would make you cringe in disgust and horror." Smiling at the lon ton the man\'s face, Harry was setting to elaborate on what he said, when Severus came rushing in. Seeing the man, who caused great distractions for Harry, he felt himself harden and get red in the face. Adverting his gaze from the older man, he tried to ignore the hushed whisperings coming from the pair. Although he did his best to ignore everything said, he could still make out that Severus had just received word that there was to be an attack, in a muggle village, within the week. When Dumbledore found out that Severus had no clue where the attack was to take place, horror spread across his face.

"I know where the attack will take place." Noticing the suspicious glare that was leveled at him from the Headmaster, he rolled his eyes, yet again. He seemed to do a lot of that around the Headmaster. "Honestly, man! It was what my vision was about! I even know who the target is."

"It is imperative that you tell us who, Harry. It is a life and death situation!" Dumbledore was practically in Harry\'s face by the end of his sentence.

"Duh," came Harry\'s overly sarcastic reply. "It was a vision." Stressing that fact, Harry wondered if Dumbledore thought his visions only showed words that said \'Muggles under attack, Voldemort doing massive damage, will occur in a week\'. "You know, in these visions, I do see things." Talking to the headmaster as though he were all all child, Harry began inspecting his nails in an unconcerned manner.

Realizing that the boy wasn\'t going to continue anytime soon without prodding, Severus decided to step in before the Headmaster did something that he would regret later. Recently, Harry had been grating on the old man\'s nerves. Although, Severus felt he was getting what he had reaped. "Well, maybe you\'d be gracious enough to let us be privy to these details," he said in a scathing tone, the one he reserved for people wearing him thin. This was the voice ormaormally only subjected Longbottom, and those Creevey brothers, to.

Looking up at the man in a bored fashion, his reply was, "It\'s the Dursley\'s."

Eyes widening in alarm, Dumbledore asked, "Are you sure? Why would he attack them?"
"What can I say, he\'s a possessive fuck. He didn\'t like the fact that they hurt me," was Harry\'s rather dull reply.

"Th-they hurt you?!" Dumbledore\'s eyes were about bulging from his face, his mouth gaping open in astonishment. "How come you never said anything? Why didn\'t I know?"

Narrowing his eyes and furrowing his brows, Harry practically hissed and spit in his anger. "Perhaps you woulve kve known if you had ever bothered to check up on me!" Raising from the chair in anger, he went on, "But no, you could eve even do that!" Coming down, he silkily said, "But I don\'t believe that is what I\'m here to talk about."

"No, but it is something we will discuss afterwards," came Dumbledore\'s firm reply. Hearing a muttered \'in your dreams\', he was about to reply that it would occur, when Harry chose to continue his tale.

"The first to die will be Petunia. An overzealous Death Eater will cast the Disarming Charm, and it will be slightly too effective, causing her to fly back into the corner of a table, effectively breaking her back. You\'ll be proud to note she died honorably, trying to save her cowering husband and son. Bunch of yellow bellied idiots they are. Unfortunately, the other two won\'t have such a swift and painless death." Listening to the cruel laugh that issued forth from the boy\'s mouth, they began to wonder if the visions were having an effect on him. Running a hand through his hair, Harry cocked his head to the side, closing his eyes, envisioning what happened next. "Vernon gave own own son up, telling them to kill him first, pathetic really. I think Dudley learned to hate his father, like I do, at that very moment. I\'ve never seen such hatred in his eyes, not even directed at me." Smirking at the irony, Harry opened his eyes to look at the men, wanting to watch them, savor the looks of abject horror on their faces. "My uncle betrayed my cousin, his own son, to torture. Hehe, luckily for Dudley, he wasn\'t the only one to suffer. They lied, torturing both, not just one like they said. They didn\'t even get the mercy of the Killing Curse to finish them off, no, they were killed off with the Cruicatus Curse." Seeing their faces, he smiled evilly before continuing. "I got to watch as they went crazy, drooling and babbling, looking like invalids. It was rather fun, watching the light be snuffed from their eyes, watching as the air left their lungs, never to enter again. I will always relish this vision." Laughing one last time, Harry walked out of the office, leaving the two men to sit there, alone.

"Well," Severus said rather shakily, running a wobbling and wavering hand through his hair. "Now that you have the facts, I think I\'ll just be on my way." Gathering his reserves about him, Severus managed to rise from the chair, not falling once he reached his unstable legs. The way Harry talked of this vision caused the man to tremble in fear. If the boy ever went Dark, things could be very bad for the Light side. He believed that he would make a very adept torturer, enjoying every moment of it, relishing in the screams more than the Lestrange\'s ever could.

Catching up with the boy, Severus threw out an arm, catching Harry, forcing him to stop. "I need to talk to you, I need to apologize." Taking a deep breath, the man plunged on, "I need you to know how sorry I am that I became...aroused while we were dancing. It\'s just that..."

"You don\'t have to explain anything," Harry interrupted. Not meeting his eyes, Harry sighed softly. "I understand completely. He\'s a lovely man, and I wish you the best of luck."

Looking at the boy in confusion, Severus wondered just what the boy was on about. "I haven\'t the faintest..." A mumbled sorry was all he got before he felt soft, sensual lips pressed against his. Responding automatically, Severus pulled the body taught body to him. Moaning into Harry\'s mouth, Severus deepened the kiss. Running his tongue along the boy\'s lower lip, he awaited acc Fe Feeling the lips part, he quickly slipped his tongue in. He had just barely started exploring the moist, succulent cavern offered up to him, when it was ripped away. Opening his eyes in confusion, he saw Harry quickly retreating. What the? Where\'s he going?

God! That was stupid! So stupid! What was I thinking?! Honestly, kissing the man after I wish him the best of luck in snng Rng Remus. I can\'t believe I did that! He probably hates me now! But hot damn! He sure can kiss good. Fleeing to the dungeons, Harry flew into the Slytherin common rooms, ignoring the calls of his new friends. Hastily making his way to his bed, Harry threw himself onto it. Pulling his pillow over his head, Harry fell into a restless sleep, full of thoughts and ruminations of the kiss and what could be.

TBC

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