Well, this wasn't how this was meant to go.

Harry flexes his wrists slightly. The metal cuffs attached to the table were uncomfortable. He wasn't even sure who would want to visit him anyway. Wasn't he the 'lying little murderer of a boy'? The prisoner clicks his tongue in boredom and impatience. Whoever wanted to meet with him didn't care for punctuality. 

It was another 15 minutes before his visitor showed up.

"Harry, m'boy." Dumbledore greeted him like he hadn't sent him to Azkaban with a hoax of a trial and had done nothing to get him out the past five years.

"I have nothing to say to you." Harry kept calm by imagining Dumbles being hung by his beard. Merlin, if it weren't for this fucking suppresser collar he would have ripped the coot's throat out already.

"Well, I should apologize." Dumbledore starts. Harry lifts an eyebrow the way his new pureblood family has shown him. They were right, it did unnerve people.
"As I was saying, we have evidence to believe that Voldemort did return that night but, the Ministry don't believe it. If you were willing to fight for us, I could pull a few strings and get you out of here." 

"Oh will you just." Harry scoffs.
"And what stops you from throwing me back in here when you're done with me?" Harry cuts Dumbledore off as he goes to answer.
"And the only way to deny that as I suspect what you were going to do would be to  kill me either after or during me killing the Dark Lord, so no, I will not be helping you or the light simply because I've got a real family now and you are all twats."

"Harry, I-" Dumbledore tried the old, tired grandfather face, but Harry cuts him off.

"No, I will not be your martyr Now, unfortunately I don't have rights here so you'll have to end this meeting." Dumbledore tries to speak again but Harry cuts him off once more.
"NOW you blithering fool!" And leaves Dumbledore no choice but to comply.

The human guard roughly drags Harry off to his cell, despite the fact that the young vampire  was complying. He lands on the dirty floor with an 'oof' and immediately started being mothered be Bella. Harry glared at Sirius as he snickers from his cell across the hallway. The man shifts into his grim Animagus and glides across the floor, laying in his pups lap before transforming back.

"Who was it pup?"
The older man asked his godson, who started playing with his hair, drawing a sigh out of the man.

"Dumbledore."
Harry sneered as Bella starts fussing over him again, muttering about evil, light beards contaminating her unofficial son.

Harry chuckled.
"Hey, the only thing that got me through that 'meeting' was imagining all the ways I could kill him."
That seemed to cheer his 'mother' up, the boy mussed.

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Dumbledore sighed as he watched the boy that was meant to be his weapon laugh with some of the countries most dangerous criminals.

'Well,' he thought, 'that wasn't how this was meant to go.'