Welcome to the new LML:HB!
I know that this has been a long time coming and now I'm redoing it? Because I feel like I can clean this up and make it really shine, or at least have it not be all over the place with everything all at once. I want to build a plot and now that I have experience in working with a more in depth plot, I want to be more productive and have this more enjoyable for you!
Without further ado, the long awaited [short] chapter [more coming soon, promise!]
"You could have told me!"
The room rumbled and shook, glass clinking together underneath the strain of the pulsating magic. Jewel green eyes blazed with fury at the grandfatherly figure in front of him.
"You could have told me this before my Godfather was killed."
The elderly man steepled his fingers in front of his face, the expression showing indulgence rather than anger. Blue eyes twinkles behind square framed glasses. The teenager in the center of the room, waves of furious magic pouring off his body, clenched his fists to try and contain the anger he felt.
"My boy, you weren't ready to hear the truth."
"And now I am? What makes now different from earlier yesterday?"
"Death can bring about a new perspective. I only wanted you to experience a childhood."
"Death? Then where was this talk after I saw Cedric killed? Where was this talk when Voldemort came back?"
Harry blew out a harsh breath before laughing emotionlessly. "Shit, old man, where was this talk when I killed a man with my bare hands at the age of eleven?"
"The boy has a point, Albus."
Blue eyes lost their twinkle and gazed harshly at the portrait of Phineas Black. The other portraits of the Heads of Hogwarts rumbled their agreement. There was a wave of magic that slammed into his desk, although the backlash did catch him in the torso, leaving a dull ache behind. Dumbledore's attention whipped back over to the furious teen. The old man sighed and took off his glasses, wiping them on his robes. Placing them back on his pointed nose, he leveled a hard stare at Harry.
"I did what I thought was best for you. Despite what you are thinking, Mr. Potter, I do have your best interests at heart."
"Best interests would have warned me when I asked you back at the end of my First Year," he ground out. His teeth clenched together and he closed his eyes. Deep breaths through the nose helped to calm the storm within, but it did nothing to sooth the storm of magic swirling around. If anything, it helped the magic to grow fiercer.
"One day you may understand, my boy."
"If you would have told me, I would have taken Occlumency more seriously. I thought it was to prepare me for late or to figure out the dreams. If you had told me the purpose behind the lessons, I would have studied harder. Sirius would be alive. Because of your secrets, you so much as killed him. Part of this is your fault!"
Harry leveled a glare at him, breaths coming harshly.
Dumbledore sat back in his high winged chair and steepled his fingers once more, elbows braced. It was a long time before he stood up. Walking over Fawkes, who watched with curious eyes, Harry watched him brush his knuckles across the soft breast of the phoenix.
"I thought that you were ready, but alas, I see that I was mistaken. I believe that spending time over the summer with your relatives will help you to understand why I had to wait until you were ready. The time away from magic and Hogwarts should help you. I find that a vacation is always soothing to a rampant mind."
Fawkes squawked as magic lashed out in the direction of Dumbledore, tearing trinkets and glassware from the shelves with a crash.
"Vacation?" Harry whispered with venom. "That hellhole is the furthest from vacation than you can imagine. I refuse to return. Sirius offered me to live with him and despite him no longer being around, I believe that I can still stay at Grimmauld Place. I will not return to those monsters."
Dumbledore, despite his age, twirled around with ease to face the teen. The magic formed a dome around the teen as a red beam lashed at Harry from Dumbledore's wand. The teen batted away the magic with raw power of his own before reaching out instinctively. Dumbledore watched in horror as the Elder Wand ripped from his hand and slapped into Harry. There was a boom as the magic aura slammed out of control, destroying the rest of the office and throwing him off his feet. Harry screamed the last of his anger and tore out of the office, heading for the safety and comfort of the Tower.
The Fat Lady swung open at the raging teen, the aura around him diminishing. When he stepped through fully, he clenched the wand in his hand instinctively, feeling a surge of tingle running up his arm. The wand vibrated but otherwise made no indication that it's loyalty had switched. Hermione and Ron surged to their feet with Harry's appearance, Ginny and Neville not too far behind them. Harry held up his free hand and passed through their worried blockade. Without a word, he climbed the stairs to his bed.
The curtains were drawn back and he twirled the new wand around his body, relieving it of the dirty clothes. Harry sighed in relief and crawled under the covers, sliding the curtains into place with a locking and silencing charm. He would not be disturbed the rest of the evening. The train would leave in the morning and he wanted to have this night for himself and to grieve the loss of Sirius. Hell on earth would come soon enough.