So Much for No Strings Attached

Chapter 47 Sitting on the Fence

 

Oh neither You Know Who nor Dumbledore were saints but at least Voldemort did not pretend to be one whilst Dumbledore pretend to be the second coming whilst plotting to rape and murder a teenaged boy. Voldemort and Harry freely admitted to what they had done – what they were planning to do. Dumbledore, on the other hand, when he was questioned on what he was planning to do gave meaningless platitudes and downright lies as last night proved when they confronted Dumbledore about his plans.

 

Dumbledore spent his time manipulating and lying to his own followers except his most trusted - his own Inner Circle. Never revealing more than they needed to know for his plans to succeed whilst Harry’s father at least trusted his son with all his plans. Dumbledore would carefully tell his followers what they were allowed to tell others but Voldemort allowed Harry to make his own choices.

 

That was the difference at the heart of it. Voldemort took those who chose to follow him who believed in their Lord’s ideals and were willing to accept their Master's methods. Dumbledore manipulated and lied to everyone to get them to see his way of thinking because he thought he knew better than he did. Yes Voldemort was no saint but he was honest about that.

 

‘We’re going to make sure that Dumbledore pays for what he has done to me,’ Harry said. ‘Through the legal system, of course. Hopefully, he’ll be sentenced to the Kiss but even if he does not a man of his age will not last long in Azkaban.’

 

‘Ad if he manages to-,’began Fred.

 

‘-worm his way out-‘continued George.

 

‘-of Azkaban,’ finished Fred.

 

Harry’s eyes darkened, ‘then we’ll have no choice but to kill him.’

 

There seemed to be so much that Harry was not saying in that sentence but what that was Fred couldn’t begin to guess. All he could think was that Harry was protecting someone. His father thought Fred but wondered why Harry would think he needed to protect the bloody Dark Lord. Fred was sure if there was anyone who didn't need protecting it was a seemingly immortal Dark Lord.

 

‘And I shall see that he does not get an easy death for all he has taken from me,’ the Dark Lord said icy fury in his voice.

 

Fred was no coward but could not help the shudder at the Dark Lord’s murderous words and the way his magic was practically suffocating them. Harry looked like he agreed with his father but disliked the fact he felt like that. Then Harry saw how Fred and George were shuddering in their seats and shot his father a look, placing a calming hand on his father’s robes.

 

‘Father,’ Harry said quietly.