Who Are We?
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AN: This might be rather bad. As I've mentioned, I'm sick and I have a sprained ankle. However, I hope it's good enough so that you all like it! 11 reviews for one chapter, that's awesome! I hope I get just as much for the second! *hint hint*
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"Severus. Remus. Is something wrong? You both have looks of distress on your faces." Albus asked Remus and I as we entered his office. It seems strange that we were to find him here, as he is normally wondering the school, and eavesdropping on students. (and even Professors if he finds they have some form of interesting conversation passing between them) Doesn't sound like Professor Albus Dumbledore, you say?
Bah. How else do you think he claims his advanced knowledge of everything that happens at Hogwarts Academy? Certainly not by magical means, I assure you. Albus is a noble character, yes, but he'll do anything to keep this school and it's inhabitants safe. And if eavesdropping is the way he does that, then so be it.
"Headmaster, we've just come to chat with you. We think there is some things you should know, that undoubtedly you don't." Remus spoke up before I had a chance. It doesn't matter; I didn't care to take the initiative anyway.
"Then by all means, sit. Sit." Albus, while still sitting, motioned towards the chairs opposite of his desk. This time I didn't give Remus the chance to take the initiative, I held out my arms in a very gentlemanly way, and let him walk by me to take the first chair.
Once I am seated, Albus looks up towards us, Remus and I.
"Are you going to sit there silently, or are you going to tell me what you have come to?" Both Remus and I look almost shocked. It's quite unusual to see the Headmaster so impatient. Something could be wrong…
"Sir," Remus begins, and I silently give him my gratitude. Although I would never admit it, mind you. "We have some…significant information about Harry Potter."
Oh yes, Harry Potter. We have some significant information about the…I stop myself. I will have to work on that. I cannot admit to Albus that I, not James, am Harry's father. Harry's biological father, that is.
The Headmaster said nothing as he sat there, in front of Remus and I. Sitting, waiting for our information. Waiting for some word to be uttered from either of our silent lips.
He doesn't wait long.
"Headmaster, Harry has confided in me. He trusts me and so he has trusted me with a valuable secret." Once again, Albus said nothing. He just waited for Remus to continue, and I waited as well. I waited until my turn came to speak.
I waited until my turn came to reveal my valuable secret.
"Headmaster, you yourself placed Harry at his aunt and uncle's house. You said that it was for his protection, did you not?" Albus looked confused, but it didn't take him long to respond.
"Yes. It's because that his blood…"
"Yes, Headmaster. We know that it has everything to do with the protection a blood relative can provide him. But have you never considered the fact that maybe he would have been safer in the home of someone trustworthy. Someone who would never think of hurting him?" Albus looked confused, and Remus continued. But still I sat.
"The Dursleys, or more precisely his Uncle Vernon, beats him. He came to my room once with his carefully hidden scars, and his delicate broken wrist. He told me that if he were to tell me of what happened, he would have to have my word that I would not tell anyone else.
I've mostly lived up to that reputation. But recent events have caused me to reevaluate my promise to him. I hate betraying his trust, since he gives it so cautiously, but I fear for him, Albus. I have to protect him, even if it is against his own family."
Albus had an extreme variation of emotions across his face. First, there was anger, then it soothed to pity, then there was some self-loathing, then it turned to sadness.
And at sadness it stayed.
Albus remained silent for quite sometime. Neither Remus nor I had the courage to pull the Headmaster from his thoughts.
"He will have to be taken from them. We can't leave him there…we may be able to get the Ministry to allow him a safe haven here, at least until he graduates. If not he will have to be sent to an orphanage…"
"No, Headmaster. That will not be necessary. You see, we have also discovered that The Dursleys are not the only surviving relative's of Harry's." Albus looked confused, and so Remus turned to me.
I knew the conversation would turn to me sooner or later; I had just not been ready for it so soon. I take a minute to compose myself. No use sounding as angry as I felt. No use sounding as scared as I knew I was.
"Albus." I say, and he turns his attention to me. He is ready to hear whatever it is I have to say, so I take a breath.
"Albus, I am Harry's father."
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I'd continue it more, but I'm really not feeling well, and school lets out in thirty minutes (Isn't coverage great?) I hope you like, but I'm going to go and lie down on the Library's couch. And remember, review!