Misplaced Trust

hey everyone here is the next chapter i know ive been a bit slow on updating this but i just havent had the time to post it but there are already a bunch of chapter done and just needing to be posted

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moar - oh wow i was not expecting that maybe we will put in another peg session but your comment made me smile i didnt know if people liked it

Jessie - yay! im glad you liked everything so far but its far from over!


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Early the next morning an owl delivered a letter to Harry saying that Dumbledore wished to speak with him. Dumbledore was sitting at his office waiting for the boy. His mood was angry but he knew he had to do something drastic. He had to make certain that Harry would come back to his side. In his other hand he waved his hand making an invisible cloud move over the room. The room now felt as if one's mind was being jumbled. Harry knocked at the door to Dumbledore's office, having bypassed the gargoyle as per usual. He was extremely nervous about this meeting. He knew Dumbledore must realize where his true loyalties lay. He wondered if there were aurors in the office now, just waiting to grab him when he entered. He gripped his wand tightly, his face grim.

"Come in Harry." Dumbledore said keeping up the cheery headmaster he always knew.

Harry swallowed and entered. He blinked a few steps in, momentarily forgetting why he was here. He shook his head and sat in one of the chairs in front of Dumbledore's desk.

"Er." He stared at the Headmaster stupidly before speaking.

"You...wanted me for something?"

"Ah yes Harry i did. I am glad that you are alright after the tramatic summer you had. Though being kidnapped by Voldemort can never be a good thing." Dumbledore said as he could see Harry becoming almost confused.

Harry blinked, and seemed to remember something about that. About everyone hearing of his abduction. He couldn't quite remember the abduction itself, but if Dumbledore had it in the papers, it must have been true. He nodded.

"But i did hear from Miss. Granger that you were in an intimate relationship with Bellatrix LeStrange. Though with how hard she was laughing with Mr. Malfoy it was hard to completely understand her." Dumbledore said as he knew Harry's past knowledge would be twisted to what ever he said.

"Buh..." Harry paused as memories of his and Bella's lovemaking came back to him and he smiled.

If he'd been sleeping with her, then obviously...

"She's on our side." He stated confidently before something seemed to register in his mind.

"Why was Hermione laughing?"

"Oh no Harry she is not on our side... and Miss. Granger was saying that you fell for a Death Eater so fast... that you were so starved for love that you jumpped into the first warm bed she offered." Dumbledore hoped to continue to guide Harry slowly.

Harry frowned, strangely non-reactive to this news. His face screwed up as he tried to understand.

"So...she lied? She's working for Voldemort?"

"Yes i wouldnt be surprised if those twins shes carrying arent yours. I mean she is Voldemort's right hand woman. Now telling what she is doing when your not there." Dumbledore said inwardly smirking at the look on Harry's face.

He didnt even need to say anything else. Harry's expression darkened. Dumbledore was right. If she was 'serving' Voldemort, there was a huge chance that what he'd thought of as a blessing was no more than the unwanted bastards of some faceless DeathEater. Maybe even Voldemort himself. Harry shook with rage, magic crackling over his fists in violent arcs.

"Bitch...that bitch!" He shouted, going over and over in his head every time she'd ever said she'd loved him, kissing him with her poisoned lips...

Dumbledore got up and slowly walked over gently hugging the boy close.

"Shh... just relax Harry... you will have your revenge on that woman. Go back to that house... during Christmas. Confront her. If she denies it... do as you wish with her." Dumbledore said as he rested his hand on Harry's head.

Harry looked up at the only man he'd been able to count on consistently throughout his life. He had painful tears in his eyes, but for once wasn't ashamed of them.

"Thank you." He said, his words heavy with feeling.

"Thank you Dumbledore." He blinked his tears away and stood.

"Even..." He began, but had to swallow and turn pleadingly to Dumbledore.

"Even if they're not mine...could I...is there any way I could raise them? I've always wanted...I mean...God." He sighed, sure somewhere in his head that even asking was sick.

Dumbledore grinned as he ran his fingers over the boys hair.

"Of course Harry. You may do as you wish." Harry nods and leaves the office feeling depressed and betrayed, but with a tiny glimmer of hope.

Perhaps out of all of this madness, he might have his family... Dumbledore smirks as his plan starts to roll in motion. Soon those babies would be in his grasp. Harry made his way to the dorms. skipping dinner only to find Ron already there.

"What are you doing? Shouldn't you be in the Great Hall eating?" Ron looks at him raiseing an eyebrow.

"No i didnt feel like eating. You alright Harry you look upset..." Harry shrugs as several memories come back to him, one of which is Ron's relationship with Pansy.

He shakes his head, wondering how they all got so embroiled with the enemy. Though it hurts him to do so, Harry decidedes that it's probably best to keep his newfound loyalty a secret from Ron. And Hermione, he thinks, remembering Dumbledore's words.

"Oh Harry. When i went to our room your journal to Bella was jumpping. Bella's probably wanting to talk to you." Ron said as he looks at him.

Harry fights back a sneer. He'd just bet she was. He retrieved the journal, staring at the cover for several moments before grabbing a quill and opening it.

"Hey there love, well Severus just checked me out and said the twins are growing just fine. Im sorry i cant talk much. Cissa and i are doing a lot of shopping and rearranging somethings here at the manor. We took that bedroom next door to our room and changed it to a baby room. I will wait til you get here to decide colors but oh i know you will love it. I miss you so much Harry. I have to go Severus said he wanted me to rest as much as i can so i will talk to you soon. I love you night." Bella's writing was soft and swooping.

There was a large heart at the bottom of the paragraph with two little hearts on either side of it. Harry stared at the page, his mind working. Yes. He would let her think what she wanted until the twins were born, and he would take them from her. Dumbledore would help him raise them if he needed it, he was sure, and a Deatheater whore was the last person on earth who deserved them. He put quill to paper and wrote a stilted response.

"I miss you too. I am sure I will like the colors. I..." Harry couldn't bring himself to write that he loved her. "will see you over Christmas. Goodnight."

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