I'm bored, so I'm just ognna update although it's not yet finished. enjoy.

November, Part 2

"Please Moody, it's necessary."

"Bah!"

"No, I'm serious. We might be able to find some worthwhile information of Voldemort through the kid. You realize that, don't you?"

"Please, Potter. As if that's what you're after."

"It is!"

"I've battled evil wizards for a great deal of my life, Potter- I know when someone is lying to me!"

James Potter looked at the scarred man with frustration. The old auror was his boss, but if he weren't, James would have long ago knocked the life out of him. He was stubborn and strict, and enjoyed yelling to prove his point. But of course, Mad-eye Moody was reasonable, and although his great tendency to rant for hours at a time- every time- he was a good man, and fighter. And to himself, James admitted, Moody was also good to have in a conversation, having heard and seen more then his share of sights.

James sighed.

"I am not lying," he said.

"Oh yes you are!" barked Moody. "You want to find out who this kid is and where exactly he came from to solve that Quidditch game mystery! Don't lie to me Potter, you should know I don't tolerate that by now!"

"For your information, Mad-eye, I have my own reasons to question Apprentice, and none of them has anything to do with Quidditch. And my I remind you that both Sirius and Ihave a lot to do with you staying out of retirement?"

Moody mumbled something under his breath, giving James a look that could kill. The latter smiled victoriously.

"Fine. Give Dumbledore my permission to use Veritaserum, but don't you dare ask for any rises in the next decade- you hear me, Potter? And tell me when you'll do it. I'll serve as witness. "

James thanked him with a grin, and was about to leave, when the old auror made him turn.

"Oh, and when the kid disagrees to take it, give him this." He handed James a parchment written in tiny black print. "It's a warrantee to give it to him if he agrees to or not."

James's smile disappeared, to Moody's great pleasure.

"You didn't expect Lord Voldemort to let you find out so much so easily, did you? Make sure you have your wand Potter, there is sure to be a fight."

James turned away without a word. Moody could be very wicked sometimes. Even if he usually wasn't, he sometimes enjoyed being evil for a while.

But why must he do it now, of all times? WHY???

Apprentice looked out the window.

A sunrise.

He never saw a sunrise before.

It was marvelous. He never knew the sky could be so colorful.

Actually, he never knew anything could be so colorful. His cell in master's cave was gray, with occasional blood marks on the floor. Sometimes it was so filled with fog and heat, Apprentice suffocated of lack of air.

Color was new. New and refreshing, and he couldn't seem to get used to it. Everyone else toke it for granted. Not only color, sight it self. The ability to enjoy beautiful scenes -beautiful things- like flowers, the sky, the lake. And sunrises.

"What are you doing up so early?" asked a yawning Ron, sleepily rising from his bed, stretching.

"It's nice," Apprentice said, not turning to the redhead boy. He heard Ron come up behind him, scratching his head. He came to a stop near the window.

"It's the sunrise," he said, looking out of it.

Apprentice said nothing. He didn't want to ruin the moment- the sight. He wanted the sunrise to last forever, but already it began to fade into the distance.

"You like sunrises?" asked Ron, sitting on Apprentice's bed. Apprentice moved his head toward him, his expressionless face hidden by the hood.

"I don't know," he said, his voice blank, as usual. "This is the first sunrise I ever saw."

Ron scratched his nose awkwardly as the sun appeared completely, uncovering gray clouds of future rain far away. Apprentice sighed inwardly.

"Well, now you can," said Ron, smiling slightly. "I don't mind watching them with you, if you want…"

Apprentice moved his head back to the window. "Alright," he said in that same, blank voice.

"Ok then. " said Ron, grabbing Apprentice's hand, pushing him up. The body was too thin for the size of the person, and Ron hid a shudder. "Come on, breakfast's waiting!"

They arrived in the Great Hall early, but Ginny, Hermione and Dean were already waiting there. They sat down together, joining in a discussion of the late leave of the Potters, Mr. Lupin and Black.

"They must have some unfinished business with Dumbledore," suggested Hermione, seeping out of a glass filled with pumpkin juice.

Ginny looked at the 4 people seated in the staff table. "Like what?"

"Maybe it has to with you, Apprentice," joked Dean, shoving Apprentice playfully. The latter ignored him, concentrating on his breakfast instead. It being a normal response to playfulness, Dean paid no attention.

It was Saturday, and their plan for the day involved a Quidditch game and lazing about near the lake. Maybe also going to visit Hagrid, the key keeper, for a cup of tea. Apprentice wondered if he should join the others. He decided he should. He had nothing better to do.

They left the moment Seamus and Neville appeared. Grabbing a few brooms and balls, they entered the field laughing and joking around. Their smiles disintegrated as they saw who was already standing in the middle of the field.

"Professor Dumbledore, sir," stammered Hermione. "Mr. Moody? What's going on?"

Dumbledore smiled at her pleasantly. "We just wanted to have a word with your friend over there," he reassured her, motioning for Apprentice. Lily Potter smiled slightly behind him, held tightly by her husband. Moody snorted from Dumbledore's right, causing Black to snigger a little from where he stood next to Lupin.

"Yes?" asked Apprentice in his blank voice. Dumbledore's smiled again.

"We just need you to drink something."

"What?"

Moody held up a bottle with a clear liquid inside it. Apprentice looked at it for a while.

"No."

Moody barked, and Dumbledore gave him a look of warning, before taking the potion from him.

"Why not?"

"Master said so."

"Master can't hurt you for drinking a potion, dear," said Lily with a humorous smile.

"Yes he can," stated Apprentice definitely. His fellow classmates exchanged knowing looks from behind.

There was silence for a few moments, with Apprentice looked at the 5 grown ups and them wondering what to do next.

"Just drink the potion, boy!" called Moody finally.

"No."

"Now!"

"No."

"Why I oughta-"

"Moody, relax." Dumbledore looked at his old friend firmly. Moody narrowed his eyes with frustration, but remained quite.

"Apprentice, I am sorry, but your drinking this potion is very necessary for-"

"No."

Dumbledore sighed.

"We have permission to give it to you forcefully," said James Potter. Hermione gasped, bringing her hands to her mouth with surprise, looking at Dumbledore with fear. Force?

"Exactly!" added Moody. "So if you don't take it, we will have to Stupify you and-"

Cruciatus

What?

Use the Cruciatus curse.

Now??

Yes, now!

Apprentice swallowed, looking at the angry, rather frightening man still talking nonsense in front of him.

Dumbledore's eyes flashed, as if he just heard the short exchange. "Alastor, I don't think you should-"

"Drink!" the annoyed auror roared. He stared at the youth as he raised his wand, filled with the joy of fighting with evil once more.

"Crucio!"

Silence.

"Oh my," whispered Ginny.

And the fight began.

"Stupefy!"

"Crucio!"

"Petrificus Totalus!"

"Difindo!"

"Crucio!"

"Expelliarmus!"

"Incarcerus!"

"Locomotor Mortis!"

"Crucio!"

The five remaining Gryffindors quickly took cover in one of the locker rooms.

"Who should we help?" whispered Ron.

"Help? Are you seeing how powerful these spells are??" demanded Hermione, her voice higher then usual.

"totaerouses!"

"olictance!"

"Crucio!"

Apprentice ducked, avoiding the many spells sent his way, regretting every word he let out of his mouth. All of them were Crucio. Do the math.

Harder! Said Master for the who- knows- what time. Every time he felt pain in his left arm, pain that continuously increased.

"Crucio!" He cried in pain, his tattoo stinging unbearably. The pain seemed to grow with Master's rage.

You aren't trying boy!

"Crucio!"

More!

"Crucio!"

Harder boy, harder! Don't let them get you!

"Crucio! Stupefy! Imerlius! Specturema!!"

Harder!

Someone screamed. Apprentice was now hiding behind a tree. They have advanced towards the lake, where trees began growing away from the forbidden Forest. He didn't want to look back. He didn't want to hurt any of them…

More! Harder!

"Crucio!"

Another scream. The spells sent his way became more and more focused, more and more meaning to hurt. Apprentice yelped as a burning curse caught him on the back.

Use the Avada Kedavra!

"Crucio!"

The Avada Kedavra, boy!

"Crucio! Stupefy! Expelliarmus!"

Kill them! Use the Avada Kedavra!

"Crucio!"

Avada Kedavra!

"No!!!"

He landed on his hands, his hooded head staring at the soft grass below him intensely.

There was silence.

No one moved. His opponents looked at him, open mouthed, from wherever they were standing now. He breathed in heavily, fear filling every aspect of his body.

Fear and determination.

Go to the Forbidden forest.

"I'm sorry."

Go to the Forbidden forest.

"I didn't mean it!"

The Forbidden forest, boy. Now.

"Please, I-"

The Forbidden forest.

With a last look at the others, Apprentice swallowed, stood up, trembling, and left for the forest.

"So."

"I'm sorry, Master, I-"

"So."

Silence.

" 'No', was it? You disobeyed me. Directly. Knowingly. "

Silence.

"Why?"

Silence.

"Answer me."

"I- I didn't want to hurt them."

"You didn't want to hurt them."

"No. " Apprentice stood, trembling with fear, looking at the ground. He knew that he did something bad, and was about to get punished, severely.

"I see."

Silence.

"I think pain doesn't work with you anymore, Apprentice." The youth bit his lower lip, bringing the metallic taste of blood to his mouth. It was a statement. Cold and evil.

"I-"

"Silence!"

Apprentice shut up, shaking now.

"You have some things in your possession that you no loner deserve, Apprentice."

Apprentice said nothing, looking at the ground guiltily. He could say something. He could say they didn't deserve being hurt- that's the truth! - But he didn't. He couldn't. He was already in enough trouble. He sucked on the blood tensely.

"You will no longer have them, as punishment. And every time I need to punish you again, another will be taken.

"Torento sight." Said Master clearly, raising his wand towards his young charge.

Apprentice gasped. He looked around, seeing nothing. Like it used to be in his cave. Nothing. Just blackness. He was drowning in a sea of darkness.

"Next time it will be speech, and after that, feeling." Master said coldly. "And if you are… 'Good', I might give them back."

Lord Voldemort walked away into the darkness without another word.

A few moments afterwards, getting over his shock and terror, Apprentice turned back to the castle, blind and terrified.

"I think he's coming back," said Sirius, transforming back from his animagus form in front of his 3 friends, Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Moody.

"Good! That boy needs a serious lesion, Dumbledore, and if you won't give it to him then I'll definitely-"

"Thank you, Alastor, " stopped him the head master, looking at him pointedly.

"Dumbledore, I'm forced to agree with Mad-Eye," said Lily, breaking away from her husband. "I don't like someone that's able to used the Crucio in the same school as my children."

Dumbledore looked at her, looking tired. " Lily, we always knew what he could do," he said gently. "He only used it because Voldemort demanded it of him. And you saw what happened. He refused to do something, and must have gotten punished for it."

"You know what he refused to do?" asked Sirius, already knowing the answer.

Against all odds, and to everyone's surprise except of McGonanll, Dumbldore smiled.

"He refused to use the killing curse," said the old man joyfully.

"Apprentice," acknowledged McGonagall before anyone could react to that. The hooded boy was standing some yards away, unsure if he could come near or not.

"You're back! Now you come here and drink the blustard-"

"Apperntice, I think it will b best if you go back to your common room," said Dumbledore, ignoring Moody's statement. The auror huffed, but said nothing. Apprentice unsteadily made his way to the castle, making the adults wonder what exactly the punishment was.