Albus Dumbledore was by no means a foolish man; except when it came to the decisions of the boy-who-lived now boy-who-became-God.
The old headmaster sighed. Harry was terribly angry with him at the moment. The boy did have the right to be cross with him after all.
"What am I to do with you Harry?" he said aloud. "Perhaps you should just tell him, Albus?" Minerva McGonagall asked. Dumbledore shook his head.
"I fear that would be the worst thing at the moment Minerva." The old wizard faced his deputy headmistress. "The boy deserves to know that his-" Dumbledore cut her off with a raise of his old bony hands.
"Please bear with me Minerva. Harry does deserve to know about that, but how do you think he would react if he knew?"
The transfiguration teacher thought about it for a moment. She knew the boy would most likely shut them out or worse hurt himself or others in a fit.
"Exactly my point." he said, taking her silence as an answer. "It is because of his reaction that I cannot tell him Minerva."
McGonagall sighed and sat back down across from the grandfather like wizard. "I hope this is the right decision Albus."
Dumbledore nodded and idly stirred his now cold tea. "I hope so too Minerva. But at this moment, Harry must not know the truth behind his real father."
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Harry Potter frowned. The tailor had been fusing about his attire for several hours now. His foot was starting to fall asleep.
"I think it looks good." Harry said as the tailor frantically held up different fabrics. "It simply wont do my lord. Your robe will clash with everything." Harry groaned in annoyance.
"Look, I don't care if it clashes. I'm not particularly fashion conscious but I think you did a very nice job. " the tailor beamed with joy. The small wizard dusted off imaginary lint one last time and called the job done.
Harry hopped off the stool and gave one last look in the mirror. The eccentric little wizard had done a nice job he had to admit. His close were tailored to fit his small frame which he was extremely grateful that he no longer had to wear the baggy clothes of his whale of a cousin Dudley.
He had been given boots made out of dragonhide if he heard correctly. And his pants were nice black dress slacks like his uncle used to wear. He was quite happy with his shirt as well and secretly loved how the silk shirt smoothly slid against his skin.
Harry adjusted the color of his dress robe before following the bouncy little tailor. Minister Fudge was waiting in the lobby with several other well dressed people.
"Ah, there you are Harry. I would like you to meet some people who are very excited to meet you." he gestured to a dark skinned man.
"This is Kingsley Shacklebolt, he is one of our top Aurors in the Ministry." Harry gripped the dark man's big hand. "Nice to meet you." Kingsley nodded his head in agreement.
"Next we have my secretary Miss Delores Umbridge, I do believe you'll be seeing a lot of her this next year." Fudge gave a small wink. Harry rolled his eyes.
The old minister's mind was just shouting that the squat little woman was the new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher. None the less he greeted the frog like woman and smiled at her in a sugary sweet way.
"And last, but certainly not least is Mr.-" Harry cut him off. "Malfoy." he said neutrally; or as close to neutral as he could. "Oh, do you already know each other?" Fudge asked.
"Yes. Draco here does go to school with Mr. Potter after all." Lucius Malfoy drawled. His son, an almost perfect image of his father stood meekly to the side.
"I do hope that you can forgive past transgressions, Mr. Potter." Lucius held out a rather pale hand. Harry sighed and shook the blonde haired man's hand. "Your not all at fault." He said sheepishly.
The elder Malfoy's frown eased into a slight smile. Draco was staring at him in an awed way. Lucius coughed and gestured to the woman that was next to him. "I do believe that you have met my wife Narcissa."
The raven haired boy nodded his head. "You were at the Quiditch world cup." Draco's mother smiled in a charming way. "It is nice to speak with you face to face." Harry shook her dainty hand. "Likewise."
Lucius gestured to his only son. "And of course you've met Draco." The pale haired boy held out his hand, as if not sure. To the boy's surprise Harry actually shook it. Draco froze. "My hands aren't as soft as someone who lords over muggle relatives after all huh?" Draco shook his head sadly. "M-maybe I figured you out all wrong after all Potter." Narcissa smiled at her son. Fudge coughed. "With introductions over with I do suppose we should be leaving."
Outside a ministry limo was waiting outside for them. Harry was nesteled between a chattering Fudge and the toad like Umbridge. Draco snickered when he saw Harry roll his eyes.
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Author's Note: And now you are starting to get a 'hint' of the secret Dumbledore is keeping from Harry. And not to forget about the feud between Draco and Harry coming to an end? Hell must be freezing over.