Until the End of Time [Tomarry]

Chapter 2: It Was At This Moment, Voldemort Knew, He Screwed Up

Their dinner was a full-on feast, complete with a roast with gravy, potatoes, carrots, mushrooms, onions, and an assortment of other things. James refused to eat the roast like usual, but had no qualms with the vegetables, even though they had been cooked with the meat.

The twins were practically sharing a chair because they were scooted so close together, and halfway through the dinner, they had somehow decided it was easier just to share a single plate. The adults were all asking Harry questions of where he'd been and what'd he'd been doing for the past couple years (in toddler talk, nonetheless), and Harry could see the underlying fear in their eyes (except for Lily).

They were scared that Voldemort brain-washed him. Rightfully so, Harry mused; the Dark Lord would've most definitely tried that. (He did, at one point. It didn't come close to working. Harry showed him muggle hypnosis the next day.)

"So Harry, how did you get away from the big, mean, Dark Lord?" James almost cooed, bordering baby-talk.

Sirius butted in, like he had just suddenly remembered their dastardly escape. "Harry apparated!"

"He what?!"

"Yeah! He-who-must-not-be-named was there after I had gotten captured by the Death Eaters-"

"You what?!"

"- and snake-face was rambling on about how he was gonna torture me, and of course, being the great me, I stood him up! That turned out to be a pretty bad idea, actually, 'cause he tried to Crucio me a second later, but then the spell just fizzled away! Like it had a wall or something, and just kinda dispersed. Another second later, Harry was there, standing in front of me, standing up to the Dark Lord too! Except, instead of shooting curses at the tyke, he just started talking to our little Harry, about me I think, but half of it was in hissing so I couldn't understand. And then- Harry spoke back to him, saying that I was his godfather, and honestly, I was about to get really emotional there, even chained to the ground and in the presence of Mr. Evil-dude! And Harry turned around after saying his piece, and rendering the Dark Lord flabbergast, and he grabbed onto my clothes and next thing I know, I'm outside of the Potter house with little Prongs next to me! And I knocked on the door, and you were so slow opening the door and then you finally opened up and I showed you little Harry next to me, and-"

"Yes, Padfoot, thank you, but we know this part. I was there, remember?"

Sirius finally stopped rambling, having enough decency to looked bashful. "Oh, right, sorry. I got carried away." And he promptly shoved a large piece of steak in his mouth.

James turned back to his son. "So, uh, I think my question got answered.." He ruffled his hair. "Did Mr. Evil-Snake-face-dude ever tell you why he took you away?"

"He thought he could use me as a means to learn magic." Harry replied in a monotone voice, squeezing his brother's hand. At the moment, he hadn't decided how much to tell James or Sirius. They were deep within Dumbledore's clutches, and Harry didn't want them to report everything to the old coot. He knew that Dumbledore would try to control his life even more than before if he knew that Harry was powerful, and it would be much worse if he realized Harry was the Master of Death.

Even if Harry could easily rid the world of Dumbledore, it would do more harm than good in the end. Many people believed him to be the physical embodiment of the light, and would take offense to somebody attacking him in any way, shape, or form.

Harry would much rather just lie low and let Danny live a relatively normal life, not stressing under the constant gaze of Dumbledore.

"What did you do at the mean Dark Lord's place?" Remus tried.