Albus Perceval Wulfric Brian Dumbledore was usually a happy man. He could spend hours doing paperwork while listening to his favorite song, singing in his shower and he liked to think he could have become a great singer had he not become a teacher. Sadly even Albus lost his usual cheerfulness when Cornelius Fudge announced that Dementors would protect Hogwarts from Peter Pettigrew. No matter how many times he tried, the idiot who had been chosen to be the Minister of Magic refused to give up his foolish idea.

When he thought that this man used to owl him in the middle of the night to know what robe he should wear for the next day. He used to think that nothing could be worse but he was seriously reconsidering that statement. Cornelius Fudge was going to annoy him until the very end.

Three. Three young and innocent students fainted when those Dementors entered the train. And of course it had to be Neville Longbottom, Ginny Weasley and Nathan Potter. The reasons why were obvious in his opinion: Nathan probably remembered that night, for Neville it was his parents' screams most certainly and young Miss Weasley surely had been forced to remember what she did when Tom was possessing her.

When Remus had sent him his Patronus he had immediately floocalled Fudge and tried to play the "Boy-Who-Lived card". To no result. For once that this fame could be useful…

Contrary to everyone's believes, Albus Dumbledore hated Nathan's fame. Fame was a double-edged sword and this one was placed on the young man way too early. Fame was based on nothing but opinions and opinions were far too versatile. The Potters knew that all too well. They all suffered from it.

Young Harry suffered from it the most, he mentally finished.

When Nathan defeated Voldemort, Albus had tried to convince the Potters to go in hiding. Sadly this just wasn't possible. The Wizarding World had to be rebuilt and needed their saviour's presence. They had just stayed for moral support at the beginning.

And what Albus had feared the most happened. Nathan had been famous, revered even before he could correctly walk. He became a bit too arrogant and was so used to have everything he was certain it was the way it was supposed to be. It didn't help that, if many wizards revered him many also wanted him dead and had tried killing him. And the young Harry had to handle the public opinion's hatred.

Harry was … a parasite to them, the stain in the perfect family. When they discovered that he hadn't done any accidental everything started getting ugly. Albus could still hear the barely hidden rumour that the Potters' heir was a squib. He had also heard one day a complete stranger yelling to James in front of the young boy that they should just disown him so that Nathan could save the family honour.

James never did but he wondered if the Potters didn't start believing these rumours after months of hearing just that and Harry doing no magic. It saddened him that even good families like the Potters had the belief that squibs had no place in their world. No matter how much he appreciated the Potters, James came from a Pureblood family and shared their hatred for squibs. So Dumbledore saw helplessly the young cheerful child turning into a shuttering and insecure boy.

A boy still unable to do magic.

"Head-Headmaster?" Harry hesitantly asked.

"Harry, my dear boy!" Albus greeted the Huffelpuff with a smile. "I didn't hear you coming. Lemon drop?"

Harry shook his head. "Y-You wanted to see me?"

"I did." he said while taking a sweet. "Are you feeling better? You gave us quite a scare last year."

It was the truth. When he had seen the boy unconscious and close to death, he had panicked. Miss Granger has been petrified but he had known that she would be saved thanks to the restorative draught. With Harry however nothing had worked. Potions, spells, nothing had managed to help him and they could have done nothing but wait. It has been a miracle when he woke up weeks later.

Whatever happened, Albus knew it must have been terrible. He may have been unable to ask him what the boy could remember last year and he hadn't believed visiting the Potters was wise considering how James Potter was probably feeling with Pettigrew's escape, but he had every intention to unravel this mystery. Unravel this mystery and punish the boy's aggressor.

Harry blushed in embarrassment. "Oh! S-Sorry."

"Why should you? It's not as if you went unconscious on purpose. We thought for a second the Heir got you too."

The boy paled and uneasily looked away. "N-No one knows. Why?"

"That may be my fault I'm afraid. Miss Granger and you were found in the library but I only told that Miss Granger was attacked by Slytherin's monster. You were treated as a regular patient…to avoid panic. Then again we didn't know what you had. We still don't."

The board had only allowed the year to continue because the victims had been as far as they knew Muggleborns. And no matter how lowly others were thinking of him, Harry Potter was still the Potters' heir. If anyone had known about this incident the school would have closed before Dumbledore could have said Quidditch.

This world really was hypocrite.

"Now that everything has settled down I just wish to know what happened to you. Do you remember what happened?"

"N-No."

"I see." The Headmaster nodded. He wasn't fooled a bit. The boy was obviously lying.

He sighed in disappointment. He had really hoped he would tell him the truth. Maybe it was related to the Chamber of Secret, maybe it was not, but Albus knew the child in front of him was hiding something important. He was only guessing but his intuitions were rarely wrong.

No matter what, Hermione Granger would never tear a book. Harry Potter on the other hand, he knew he wouldn't even hesitate. Furthermore, he had always been at the crime scene and had been acting strange the whole year. And Albus has never believed in coincidences. Harry was linked to these incidents even if said boy couldn't see that.

"I…s-sometimes…" Harry whispered and Albus listened with great attention. "I had… head-headaches. It was as if-" He grimaced, clearly struggling to find the correct word to use. "As if there was a radio n-not in tune in m- in my head… At first it was just a-annoying b-but soon it became… unbearable. When it was over th-there was an attack. E-every single time."

"Did it happen when you were with Miss Granger?" he urged. The Hufflepuff hesitated. "It is extremely important."

"Yeah. Among…other things… But I'm not really sure, it surely was my imagination." Harry nervously chuckled and the Headmaster knew he wasn't going to say more.

The young man looked around trying to change subject. "Is that a Sn-sneakoscop?"

"It is. This is a gift from a friend," the older wizard indulged. "I thought your father had one like this one."

"W-Well." He looked sheepish "I b-broke one a long time ago. I break everything I touch," he bitterly finished under his breath.

"Nonsense! I very much doubt you are as clumsy as you believe yourself to be," he told him as an idea began forming in his head. "Pardon me, but would you mind bringing me the globe on the shelf on your left before leaving? I would be very much obliged if you do."

The boy warily looked at him but got up. "Which one, sir?" he politely asked as he looked at the many artefacts on the shelf.

"The one with the blue brume."

This globe was used to test young children's magical level. If he could corner the boy and force him to admit he indeed was a wizard he was convinced his problems would be almost solved.

Harry's greatest weaknesses was his low self-esteem and own believes. As long as he saw himself as a squib and a nuisance, Albus knew nothing was going to change. Such was the power of human's mind.

The Potter hesitated, stole a glance at him and reluctantly nodded.

Harry took the globe with great precaution. The Headmaster looked with great attention the brume in the globe, not wanting to miss anything. If the brume didn't change colour the boy was definitely a squib, if it became red he was wizard. It was that easy.

The brume faded and disappeared as the globe shattered in million pieces, cutting the boy's hand at the same time.

"S-Sorry!" Harry exclaimed. "I held it too firmly! I didn't want to.-"

"It's alright," he tried to wave his concerns away. "I didn't like it as much as you probably believe and may have accidentally broken it one too many times." He tried to reassure the boy without much success. "I suppose it was only a matter of time before such thing happened. I suppose it is high time I remove some artefacts from this room."

Harry clearly didn't believe him.

Well his plan was a huge failure, he reflected once the boy left his office. It even had the opposite effect without a doubt, he couldn't help thinking as he took the elder wand with a sigh and pointed it to the broken artefact.

To his greatest surprise he just couldn't repair it.