The Mask of a Hero

by SiriusHadesWinchester

Harry Potter was the shy and meek yet courageous hero of the wizarding world. It was a well know fact that his parents had died when he was only a year old, leaving him with his aunt, uncle and cousin whom he despised. So why was he now wanting to spend the holidays with them? Because we all know the 'true' Harry Potter... right? CURRENTLY ON HIATUS

1. Mr Potter's gone Bonkers

Albus Dumbledore stared at the letter in his hands in utter disbelief. Not only did it state that Harry Potter was safe and happy but it also requested that instead of spending the allotted 2 weeks with his relatives he would spend 7 weeks at least! The elderly Headmaster blinked a few times before reading it again, then cleaned his glasses and read it again, he even went as far as to cast every revealing spell he knew off but also called Professor McGonagall in for a second opinion.

"Albus!" cried Minerva after she has rushed into his office only moments after he had summoned her. Flushed and ruffled, Albus thought that the normally well groomed, stiff professor looked quite humours.

"Minerva, lovely to see you" he replied his eyes twinkling

"Albus, what is so urgent that you felt the need to call me here AT 2 AM!?" Minerva cried wildly gesturing her hands trying to demonstrate her frustration at the elderly man.

"Minerva, we have a serious problem" He said sternly placing his hands onto the desk in a business-like fashion.

"Oh" said Minerva softly as she sat down at the chair on the other side of the desk "What is it"

"It seems that Mister Potter, has gone bonkers"

"What!?" gasped Minerva in disbelief and exasperation, but Albus Dumbledore nodded solemnly.

"Harry sent me this letter earlier today and frankly I really cannot believe what I am reading." Dumbledore said as he handed over the slightly crinkled paper to his colleague.

Minerva's eyes darted across the page at a furious speed, once she had finished reading she leant back in her chair and looked quizzically up at the Headmaster.

"What?" she whispered in incredulity, before quickly reading it again.

"What are we going to do Albus?" she asked her Scottish accent appearing in her speech.

"Nothing we can do really" Replied the Headmaster as he got up out of his chair and walked over to the nearest window, her purple night robe with green frogs on it trailing along the cold floor.

"Wha- But Albus!" Cried Minerva, not believing what she was hearing "You're not seriously going to leave the boy with those muggles, and for 7 weeks at that!"

"If the boy wants to stay with his family for longer who are we to deny him of that?"

Minerva sighed "I've got a bad feeling about this Albus"

"As do I Minerva, as do I "