Chapter 69.6- Doom Days

“Yes” he said.

“What else is behind this door, Gellert?” I asked, feeling a bad feeling begin to creep up.

“The Chinaman has taken to wearing my receptacle around his neck. If you need to remove his head to get it, then feel free to do so”

“The whole point of this was to escape without being noticed, Gellert. What the fuck?”

“That’s silly. They’ve been watching you since you arrived.”

“What?”

“Surely you did not think they would leave a prisoner without a means of keeping track of things?” He asked in return.

“And you didn’t think to mention it either way?” I asked in a furious hiss.

And then the door swung open.

“Please come in Harry Potter” I heard the voice from the end of the room, not even able to see who was speaking from my present angle.

I looked back at Gellert, finding him ushering me forwards with his hands. Oh this motherfucker. If they knew I was free and had been preparing for me for that long, then there wasn’t much of a point in trying to run.

“You’re going to owe me one for this” I said, waking indoors, and ignoring whatever recital Gelert thought he could allot to this situation

The man who had spoken was sat on a throne at the end of the room. Gellert had directed me to a dining hall of some short. Or what had pce been a dining hall at least. The arrangement of the room could only lead t that concision even if at present the tables were pushed against the walls at only visible chair was the phone the man sat atop. The man himself was interesting. Like Gellert had said in one of the least appropriate ways possible, the man was visibly of Asian descent. The only other special thing there was about him was the way he lounged on the throne. This was a man used to the throes of power for all that it meant. Beyond that, he had the kind of face that you would forget if you saw him in a crowd.

“My name is… Well, it does not matter much either way. What matters is that you have something of mine.” He said.

“Something of yours? I didn’t take anything from anyone” I said.

“We both know that is far from the truth, Harry Potter. It is in your left pocket, after all”

“What are you talking about?”

“The stone, of course. Did you think that Julian did not have any benefactors? Our deal was that he would forfeit the stone to me after he used it for five years for his purposes. Of course, you saved me the trouble of having to kill him to get out of that pesky little thing. Now be a good boy and hand it over here” He said, stretching out his hand.

A/N: And so the twists keep turning.