Harry's Godmother
Harry waited in front of the Headmaster's office. Professor Dumbledore had sent him a letter that morning saying that Harry should meet him after dinner. Harry assumed that it was about Sirius, who had escaped the previous day and Dumbledore wanted to make sure that he was alright.
He heard yelling inside, McGonagall's it seemed to be.
"He's old enough! He deserves to know! We have kept it from Harry for too long already and he has just lost his god father! For heaven's sake, he is in dire need of a mother figure. God knows that Petunia is definitely unsuitable of that job. Just let me tell him –"
"Minerva, Harry is outside the door. Come in!"
"Professors… I wasn't eavesdropping on purpose, I promise. I just arrived early and – "
"Do not worry, Harry, you are in no sort of trouble." Dumbledore stated with the twinkle shining in his eyes. "Professor McGonagall just has something she wants to tell you."
"You're letting me?!" McGonagall exclaimed. "Harry, I wish for you to tell no one of this, even Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley, but, I am your godmother."
"You – my GODMOTHER?!" Harry yelled. "But wouldn't I have came to live with you after my dad and mum died?! I had to live with the bloody Dursleys for thirteen bloody years! Do you even know how they treated me?"
Harry broke down in tears. Professor McGonagall immediately rushed to his side and tried to hug him, but he pulled away and he tore of his robes. His back was all scarred, with welt marks and it seemed as if he had been beat repeatedly. McGonagall and Dumbledore paled.
"Harry, who did this to you? Your uncle? Oh, why didn't you tell me? I would have gladly let you live with Minerva!"
Harry felt a rush of power as the Headmaster tried to reach him.
CRACK! Dumbledore was thrown backwards into the wall by and invisible force and Harry blacked out.