"I told you." A voice spoke, as if right in his ear. Petulant and furious and resigned, its emotions echoed louder than the words.
Dumbledore jumped, but then relaxed bemusedly. "Harry? How did you get to Hogwarts?"
"I told you!" Within the space of a blink, he'd suddenly appeared. And yet, he wasn't there at all. "I told you, Dumbledore." In a flash of temper he'd been known for in life, the ghost of Harry Potter leapt to try and grasp him by the throat. "I told you, don't send me back, don't send me back."
"Harry-!"
"BUT YOU TOLD ME DUMBLEDORE!" He'd been a powerful wizard in life, and some of that followed him into death, swelling the ghost into a terror. "YOU TOLD ME THAT I WOULD BE SAFER THERE! YOU! DIDN'T! LISTEN!" Harry roared, hoping to finally penetrate the old fool's head. "I told you, but you didn't trust me enough to believe that something was wrong there. So I had to trust you. I did, professor, I TRUSTED YOU AND YOU SENT ME BACK!"
"YOU KILLED ME DUMBLEDORE, YOU MORE THAN UNCLE VERNON! IT'S YOU AND YOUR BLOODY GREATER GOOD THAT GOT ME KILLED!" The fifteen-year-old ghost shrunk. "I'm dead, don't you understand? Don't you understand it all, finally like I trusted you did? Like you must've, because you're Dumbledore? Too late because you never listen? Understand that I can't save the world when I'm dead, Dumbledore. And it's all your fault. I could've saved the world for you if you just kept me alive. If you just did that one thing for me. But no, Dumbledore. You sent me back. And now, for however longer you're alive I'll be that voice to tell you what's right, not what's good. Because, Dumbledore."
More petulant than ever, the emotion he would never dare show if he was alive. Saviors don't get to be peevish, but that chance had been stolen from him. "I told you so."
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A little odd, just like the last one. Hope you like it, please review. Even a couple words.