A/N:I did say I would be back, better than ever.. I hope. Enjoy the chapter. The start of the chapter may or may not make sense to you but keep reading and it will.
"We told you, we are not getting involved in this war Dumbledore," Ethan sat down with his wife, Olivia, next to him in Dumbledore's office.
"That's not what I mean to ask," Dumbledore sighed, the war wasn't going positively for the light. It been near 7 months since Harry was sent to Azkaban and Wizengamot was nearly overtaken by Voldemort with more Lords deciding to side with him with each victory the Death Eaters had when attacking villages, towns and cities.
Even with the help of aurors it was impossible for them to win battles, Voldemort's abominations or better known as the Inferius were massive in numbers, nearing a thousand with each battle. Few were powerful enough cast the firestorm spell to destroy and Dumbledore could not be present in every battle to do so. He did not wish to make Hogwarts a battle school, but he had taken it Rufus's request under consideration and saw no other option.
"Then what is it you want?" Ethan raised an eyebrow.
"He want's our blood," Olivia looked at her husband, frowning. What Dumbledore was planning was ridiculous.
Ethan gave Dumbledore a look of extremely displeasure, "You've clearly gone insane, you can't expect to involve children into a war that even you are suffering from and come out on top."
"Than what do you suppose I do? Let all the muggleborns and Half-bloods be killed just because I didn't want them to fight that monster?" Dumbledore shook his head, these two never saw the reasonings of all his plans. The questioned silenced them both and so Dumbledore continued, "The best way for everyone to survive this war now is to learn how to defend ourselves."
"I suppose you plan on teaching them yourself?" Ethan relented with a sigh.
"No, Rufus will send auror trainers tomorrow to begin the training program for the students," Dumbledore answered, smiling at Ethan.
"Why don't you train them yourself? They could learn a lot from you personally," Olivia tilted her head in confusion.
"I would be too busy to properly offer them training, I do not wish to leave abruptly during it," Was Dumbledore's reply.
Ethan snorted, "If the boy was to come asking for you to train him, you would do it without hesitation."
"That would be completely different situation," Dumbledore said, "He is far more important than you realize."
"What could possibly make him different from the other students? I was there when we checked the power levels the day he was sent to Azkaban, he wouldn't be much help in a battle," Ethan challenged, inwardly he knew that the boy must be important for Dumbledore to stress against sending him to Azkaban his point so much in Wizengamot that day.
"Indeed, even so, if he was so important to you, you would have broken him out of Azkaban already by now, what with the dark lords' affiliation with him," Olivia concurred with her husband.
"I do not wish to go against his wishes, he is there for his own reasons that not even I am aware of. At least that was what I assumed at first, but I plan to rectify my misconception of him wanting to be there," Dumbledore assured.
"Do you," Ethan grinned, it didn't take a genius to figure out what he meant by that, "And pray tell, what will happen to him when the dark lord comes for him?"
"We hope he is ready then," Dumbledore stood up from his seat and moved towards his bookshelf, he pulled out a book and read the first sentence, "Whenever there was there was situation, whenever the was a battle, Hogwarts was there to help, and it forever shall be," The bookshelf shook and started to split in half, the rest of it disappearing into the walls that were next to it.
Once fully open, there were four hand shaped holes in the wall, each with a different symbol of an animal in the palm area. The first one was Snake, the next was a lion, then an Eagle and the last was a Badger. In the spaces in between the holes there were daggers with different color gems at the beginning of their metal handles which were, green and silver, scarlet and gold, blue and bronze, yellow and black.
Dumbledore stood over the Eagle, Olivia the Badger and Ethan the Lion, each holding their respective dagger near their palms, "Where's the Serpent king?" Olivia questioned.
"In Azkaban," Dumbledore answered.
"The boy?" Ethan asked, surprised.
"I too was surprised at the revelation," Dumbledore nodded, before cutting a horizontal line on his palm making blood flow out of the cut, Ethan and Olivia followed him in doing this. They exchanged glances before they placed their bleeding hands into the small holes with the symbols, which their hands fit perfectly into. Upon complete contact with the symbolized holes, a glow emitted from them a bright light of scarlet blue.
The glows continued before stopping for a moment then turning back on, far brighter than before enticing them to close their eyes with their unoccupied hands. The entire castle began to shake, like it was being affected by a minor earthquake, scaring the students, professors and the wizards and witches that took residence at Hogwarts. The fountain in the middle of the courtyard outside, descended through the floor and disappeared not to long after.
The perimeter of the courtyard began to expand, not visibly however, the growth in size would only be visible to those who stood within the courtyard. The fireplaces for all the houses except Slytherins s
"That's enough," Dumbledore pulled his hand away, as did Ethan and Olivia.
"You believe the size substantial?" Ethan cleaned the blood off his hand.
"For now, I suppose," Dumbledore answered, healing his palm.
"The Slytherins will think you're playing favorites when they find out about the extra rooms," Olivia warned.
"What would be new?" Dumbledore questioned with a hint of rare sarcasm from him. making them both smirk.
"How are you going to separate the students or the witches and wizards that are loyal to the dark lord or you?" Ethan asked, sitting down next to his wife.
"I won't" Dumbledore said, "Even if they are loyal to him, there is nothing that can do while they are here at Hogwarts."
"They could try and kill you," Ethan suggested, making his wife glare at him, "It was only a suggestion, maybe a possibility."
"It is no problem. Now, I thank you two for coming today,' Dumbledore smiled gratefully as they stood up.
"No need to thank us Dumbledore, it was only right," Olivia nodded at the headmaster.
"Are you sure you don't wish to stay at Hogwarts? You will find a place nowhere safer," Dumbledore tried, standing up.
"We will be fine. We leave the country tonight," Ethan shrugged.
"Okay, I thank you again. You know how it works, correct?" Dumbledore received a nod, "Fawkes, please escort them out of Hogwarts," The phoenix moved out of its perch, the two held hands and Ethan grabbed Fawkes' tail feathers and flamed out of the office with his wife. Dumbledore sat back down with a sigh.
There was much planning to do.
Azkaban was threatening to drive Harry mad, reliving all the cruel things he went through as child was tormenting. It amazed him how Sirius had survived years of this, but he too has been here for years, at least that's what he thought, he lost his perception of time. He hugged his knees tighter, seeking any warmth he could. He felt cold, hungry and mostly angry.
He was enduring all this pain without any understanding or reason of why he was even doing it, even clinging to the supposed truth of his innocence was starting to wear down on him. Any positive thoughts would almost immediately drain out because of the dementors, making him believe he was to spend the rest of his life here and the thought scared him to no limit.
Harry often wondered if Daphne was treating their son right, but only negative images of that question would show up in his mind, but he understood that it was the dementors. It angered him even more that if he ever was to get out of here, he was going to have to continue to be her just because his older self said but anything that came of Older Harry's mouth was sounding like hippogriff dung to him now.
"Here's your dinner, boy," An Auror threw the tray in front of him.
"You dare use magic in my house boy?!"
"Don't call me that," Harry said, just above a whisper.
"I lost my wife and daughter when you destroyed Portree, I don't give a damn what you don't want me to call you. Boy," The auror scowled.
"Beat that filthy curse out of the boy Vernon!"
Harry moved his hands to rub his temple and started taking deep breaths, he had no idea if what happened to him when his anger starts to get the better of him would was normal, but he considered it something that happens to those in Azkaban. He feels as if his body is being torn apart from this inside, his whole-body jerks and visibly vibrates but he would gain control of whatever was happening to him before it could escalate by taking breaths and calming himself down.
"You need to stop," Harry tried again, his anger rising and as the familiar feeling of his body starting to be torn apart. He clenched his fists to try and stop the shaking, but it only seemed to make things worse this time, all the hardships he endured at the Dursley, specifically those that had to do with him doing magic and being caught. He had made a conscious decision to stop doing anything magic and he had done this for more than half his life, that is until the Hogwarts letter came, and Dumbledore forced them to make Harry go, but even then, when he returned to the Dursleys, he had to suppress anything magical.
"I need to find a name for you and I don't think Potter would do. I feel boy would do," The auror mocked with a small shake of his head.
"I forbid you to ever do that again boy!"
"I'll kill you for destroying my kitchen boy!"
"You're shivering, would you like a blanket boy?" He continued. Harry's clenched fists drew blood and he bit his tongue, the pain was unbearable and the all the contained anger he held since his childhood turned his vision red.
"You have to stop!" Harry's shout echoed through the passageways of the prison, his body continued to jerk, as if he was having a seizure.
"What will you do if I don't, boy," The auror emphasized boy that time, noticing Harry's temper rising from the word. Suddenly, the stone surrounding the cell started cracking, leaving lines that continue to grow and go in different directions, even outside the cell. The sounds of bending metal echoed returned the aurors attention to the cell before him and fear overtook him when he found that the bars were all bent, leaving a large circular hole in the middle.
"I'm sorry," we're Harry's last word before he turned into a vibrating disorientation and his eyes turned pure white, his body changed into a violent torrent of darkness which seemed to have a red core in the middle. The darkness that was Harry moved in what appeared to random routes, it killed the auror guard instantly upon contact. It continued destroying large portions of the triangular prison, killing all those it touched in it.
The dementors moved away from it, sensing that it emitted far more negative energy than even they. All the wards surrounding that were instilled on the prison shattered because of the destructive form, making the large structure of the prison unbalanced as they lost the magic that kept it together.
Harry felt as if he was on the border of life and death and he was barely aware of what he, or it, was doing. The memories were still replaying in his head and it only served to pulse his distress, he was barely aware of his own, but he only felt like destroying anything and everything as they continued in his numb mind, that is until one good one played in the mix of all the negative ones.
"We have a son?"
"Yeah, we were pretty happy until-"
A bright white flash emitted from where the dark entity and it stopped, only shifting violently in place. A loud and continues 'swishing,' emitted from it and it' size started to decrease and change into a human form, Harry. His head was the first to change back to flesh with, before the darkness moved slowly downwards like mist, soon his whole, nearly naked with only torn boxers left, body floated in midair.
Harry started to fall towards the sea. He regained his senses, and realized his new predicament. He wasn't far off the shore, so he knew there was a bed off rock just under the water. Closing his eyes, he frantically tried to think of somewhere safe. He felt like he was being squeezed through a tube before he hit a solid floor, face flat but it wasn't as painful as he thought it would be.
He raised his head looked around, he was in the middle of a familiar street and it was dark. A shifting sound caught his attention and he turn to a building that was expanding in the center. He allowed a smile to form on his lips, 12 Grimmauld place. He tried to get up but fell down again when pain shot through his body from his right hand, he screamed into the road before gently getting up using only his left hand.
Harry used his left hand to gently lift his right to observe why it was so painful, he frowned when he saw that it had no bones and it just hung, 'Poor attempt at apparition,' he thought. He used his left hand to hold onto the wrist and looked up to the newly revealed number twelve, he walked into the building and found it dark. Frowning, he moved towards the kitchen and came to the same conclusion.
His face adopted a horrified expression, did they lose the war? He ran upstairs towards Sirius' room hoping that maybe they were asleep, doing his best to ignore the pain from his hand and from his mid-sections, but upon opening the door he found it torn and destroyed. He slowly got in and looked around, trying to be wary.
"What is the filthy half-blood doing out of Azkaban?" A raspy voice called from the door, making Harry whip his head in that direction.
"Kreacher," Harry sighed, "Where is everyone?"
"Kreacher's blood traitor master tell Kreacher to not to tell anyone of locations," Kreacher said.
"So, they're alive," Harry sighed in relief, "Tell me Kreacher, Sirius would want me to know."
"No," Kreacher said, making Harry groan. Then an idea came to mind.
"Dobby," Harry called. Said house elf appeared with a 'POP', already in tears.
"Dobby's knews the great Harry Potters woulds retu-"
"Not now Dobby," Harry interrupted, "Do you know where the order or Sirius is?"
"Of course, sirs," Dobby nodded.
"Great. Where are they?" Harry questioned.
"At the schools sirs," Dobby answered, Kreacher stood only observing the two.
"Hogwarts?" Harry raised a tired eyebrow, which Dobby only nodded too, "That's odd. Dobby, can you please take me to..." Harry glanced at his hand, "The hospital wing at Hogwarts?"
"Yes sirs," Dobby agreed enthusiastically. He held onto Harry's bare leg before transporting him to Hogwarts, leaving a sneering Kreacher. Harry appeared inside the hospital wing, with the pain getting more intense. He sat on one of the free beds, the others had adults Harry didn't know.
"Thanks Dobby, I'm okay now," Harry smiled.
"The great Harry Potter's thanks Dobby's on his returns, Dobby's is not worthy," Dobby cried and Harry left him have his moment, only observing with a small smile. The door of the Madam Pomfrey's storage closet opened and upon setting her eyes on Harry, she dropped the potions she was carrying, and her eyes went wide.
"How are you here?" She whispered.
"I'm not sure myself," Harry shook his head, "Can you help me with my injuries? Their quite painful," Harry gestured towards his hand, then her healer instincts took over and she rushed to him, not taking into account that he was nearly naked.
"What did you do to yourself? You lost all the bones in your right hand and all these cuts. What possibly could have even happened to your clothes?" Pomfrey questioned after observing Harry's hand and body.
"Well the bones I lost because I didn't apparate very well. And the cuts, I don't know" He wasn't really lying, he had no idea what happened to him at Azkaban. Pomfrey moved into her storage closet, exiting with a number of potions but Harry recognized one, skele-gro. She fed him some of them and Harry felt the pain of the scratches disappear as they healed.
With a wave of her wand, Harry was wearing simple jeans and a t-shirt. She folded a white cloth around Harry's neck and back area, attaching it to Harry's arm, to stop the hand from hanging, "You know how it works, don't move your hand for the rest of the night," She said before making him drink the skele-gro. Harry felt his throat burn and its nasty taste alone made him want to spit it out. He watched her apply healing spells to some of the deeper scratches.
"How long has it since I've been in Azkaban?" He queried.
"A little over seven months," She answered, running a diagnostics spell over him, checking for any internal damage.
"So, Daphne hasn't given birth yet?" Harry asked, surprise written on his face.
"How could you possibly..." Pomfrey shook her head, "You certainly make life interesting Potter. No, she hasn't but she is close, she's going to be sleeping here as of tomorrow."
"That's great," He said more to himself, than her. Then his expression went a bit sour, "How is she doing? I take it people know about me and her?" Madam Pomfrey adopted a nervous expression, which surprised Harry considering he's never seen her nervous.
"I'll go call Dumbledore," She rushed out of the room, without letting Harry give a retort.
"What just happened Dobby?" Harry turned to where he last saw the house elf standing, but he too disappeared, and that made Harry raise a curious eyebrow. He felt himself getting drowsy as the last of the potions took effect and he laid down on the bed, sleeping comfortably for the first time in seven months.
Pomfrey walked into great hall and made her way to the head table, passing the chatting students and adults. Dumbledore himself had stood up, meeting her near the podium, "Potter is in the medical wing," she whispered into his ear. A smile crept onto Dumbledore's surprised face, but the most obvious emotion was surprise, he told McGonagall to dismiss everyone after dinner and he followed Madam Pomfrey out of the hall and towards the medical wing.
"What do you think that was about?" Astoria asked.
"Most likely some more injured people were found, St. Mungo's reached its capacity of patients this morning as did many others," Cyrus answered, he and his wife, along with many other houses had moved to Hogwarts for protection against the dark lord for refusing to join him.
"So, they are being kept here?" Daphne looked up from a dish.
"Yes," he nodded.
Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey made their way to the hospital wing, while Dumbledore asked her questions, "What was his condition?"
"Nothing that looked too severe, he injured some of his internal organs but not a great deal and he lost all the bones in his right hand," She tried to assure him, "He is likely asleep by now, I fed him some potions to heal his injuries and the bones."
"How did he say he got the injuries?"
"He lost his bones from not apparating correctly. The internal injuries, he was not sure himself, but they too are most likely from not apparating well," She opened the door to hospital wing to find Harry sleeping soundly, looking more relaxed than when he had gotten here.
"He really is here," Dumbledore sighed in relief, "How did he manage to escape?"
"He doesn't know and don't come asking him questions when he wakes up," She glared at the Headmaster.
"I would do no such thing," Dumbledore said defensively. She nodded and turned to the sleeping Harry's sleeping form.
"He asked about Miss Greengrass."
"Oh..." was all Dumbledore said.
"He is the father, isn't he?" she asked, to be sure.
"You are already aware of the answer," Dumbledore then turned to her, "Thank you for informing me of this, please send him to my office once he wakes."
"Only if he is in the right condition," Pomfrey surrounded his bed with curtain walls, "I must run more spells on him," Dumbledore knew that was her telling him to leave and so he did after a goodbye. He walked to his office with a smile, maybe there was hope.
"How are you holding up Greengrass?" Warrington questioned Daphne, as she and the rest of the house and some of the adults sat in the common, all of them conversing with themselves. Surprisingly, the Slytherins were being extremely supportive of her. They had helped her over the months, helping her with homework and getting her food whenever she didn't feel like leaving the dungeons. Things only got easier when her parents arrived here, though sleeping allocations were somewhat of a problem.
"I'm holding up okay. Thanks," She sent a grateful smile at him, receiving a nod in return and he left to talk to his friends.
"I swear, if I have to wake up with a sore back again, I'll go after Dumbledore myself. This is no way a lord should be living," Cyrus said from next to Daphne.
"What did you expect, a king-sized bed and cookies?" Cassandra looked at him quizzically.
"It wouldn't hurt," he grumbled.
"I heard the other houses have new dormitory rooms for you guys," Daphne shrugged.
"We were told, I hope they have comfortable beds," Cyrus said, looking hopeful, getting a laugh from his wife.
"Why haven't we gotten any extra dorms?" Astoria frowned
"Dumbledore said that he and the heirs of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff performed some sort of ritual to add the extra rooms and extend the courtyard but the Slytherin line died out so there was no one left to perform it for Slytherin house," Cyrus explained.
"Died out? I thought the Dark Lord was one," Daphne raised an eyebrow.
"That could just be rumors, even so, I doubt he would come to help Hogwarts," Cyrus
"But he's a parselmouth, I doubt it's only rumors," Astoria piped in.
"Perhaps but if the prophet does not lie, so is Potter and the Potters have never had any who have the ability" Cassandra spoke this time, glancing at her husband for a negative reaction at the mention of the name but found none.
"Doesn't the ability originate from the Slytherin line?" Daphne questioned, it wasn't making sense.
"That's what we know but it's rumored to run in other lines as well. Either is possible really, they could both be connected to Salazar Slytherin," Cassandra answered.
"That would make them related," Daphne's shiver went unnoticed, "How long do you think our house will stay neutral?"
"I'm not sure, most of their parents already sided with him but it doesn't look like that's influencing their standings. The other families and us, already sided with the light by coming to Hogwarts, perhaps when Wizengamot is completely lost, will everyone change their minds," Cassandra said.
"But Rufus is still going to be minister, would it matter even if Wizengamot is taken over?" Astoria queried.
"That would be an easy problem to solve," Cyrus said.
"How would they solve it?" Astoria narrowed her eyebrows in confusion.
"By killing him," Daphne answered for him.
Harry woke up with a small start the next morning. He gently got up and rubbed the sleep from his before glancing around only to find his bed covered with curtain walls, he laid back on the bed with a smile, remembering that he wasn't at Azkaban anymore. He honestly felt no rue for destroying it, even if he didn't know how he did, it wasn't something he regretted, no one deserved to live in those conditions.
As for the prisoners, they were all murderers and rapists, those who were most likely fighting for the wrong side of the war or there for something their intentionally committed actions. He stretched out his right arm and looked at his hand, all the bones had healed overnight, and it felt relaxed.
"Oh good, you're awake," Madam Pomfrey walked in with several potion vials.
"Good morning," Harry got up and let her inspect his hand, when she found nothing wrong, she placed the potions on his lap.
"Drink them all," She told him sternly, and Harry obliged without protest. When he was done, she left him alone for a moment, only to come back with breakfast for his. "How are you feeling?" she placed his dish on his thighs and observed him.
"Great really, I don't feel any pain coming from anywhere," He answered honestly.
"Okay, that's good," She nodded slowly.
"You're still going to make me drink the potions?" he asked.
"Of course, I am," She pulled out her wand a ran more diagnostics spells on him.
"How's' the war going? Are we winning?" Harry questioned, taking bites out of his eggs and bacon.
"Unfortunately, no. The people that are sleeping on the other beds are all that's left of the light trying to retake Dundee," She said,
"Out of?" Harry gave her a perplexed look
"A hundred," She answered, making him pale a bit.
"Haven't the muggles noticed anything strange?"
"No, the dark lord has only attacked magical towns and villages. Their still oblivious," She used a healing spell on his arm for a cut that was still there.
"Was it this bad during the last war?"
"This war is already far past the last. The dark is forcing people to join them this time, Death Eaters kill them on the spot if they deny them," Madam Pomfrey
"So, people know that there's no way you can't get involved," Harry continued for her in understanding.
"Enough questions now. I want you to stand up and tell me how you feel," She took his dish from him and observed him as he got off the bed, he got up the bed and stood on the ground.
"I still feel good. It still doesn't hurt," Harry looked at her.
"Good," She ran a cleaning over him before going through the curtain walls and coming back with his Gryffindor robe's," Wear this. I put potions in your robe pockets and I want you to drink them every six hours, if you skip on one of them, I'll know."
"I won't," Harry assured her, taking the clothing from her.
"When you're done, you should go to Dumbledore's office, he's been asking about you all morning. Try not to scare the students too much," Madam Pomfrey gave him a copy of the daily prophet before leaving to give him space to change. Harry looked at the title, Azkaban Destroyed,and put it on the bed, already knowing what it was about.
He changed into his robes slowly, imagining what the first conversation with his grandfatherly since what felt like years for him, would be like and he felt stupid for it, it hadn't been that long. Once he changed into his robes, he put the curtain walls before making his way to the exit, "Thanks for healing me Madam Pomfrey," he said to her through her door and didn't receive a response, but he knew she acknowledged it.
He took a breath and put on a smile before exiting the hospital wing and walked to Dumbledore's office. On his way, the students that saw him stopped walking only to gape him at him, but no one made an attempt to conversate with him, but Harry only smiled at the and kept going. When he reached the statue to Dumbledore's, he looked at it for a moment, remembering that he wasn't told the password.
"Lemon tarts?" he said skeptically, hoping it hasn't changed but was pleasantly surprised to find that it hadn't, the statue slid open to reveal a stairway. He climbed it and knocked gently on Dumbledore's door.
"Enter," came the grandfatherly voice. Harry open the door and got into the office, Dumbledore looked up and the twinkle in his eyes returned and he gave out a smile.
"Harry, please, take a seat," Harry sat down with a smile of his own. Dumbledore put down the parchment he was reading, "How are you feeling?"
"Great. I just missed sleeping on a bed," Harry answered with a small chuckle.
"I understand why you would. I can't imagine what you had to endure at Azkaban," Dumbledore's smile faltered, "I'm sorry I couldn't get you out myself."
"You don't have to apologize professor, I put myself there. I know you tried to help me during my trial, but I had to go there," Harry assured him.
"Why?" Was Dumbledore's question.
"I don't know," Harry rubbed the back of his neck, he still found no purpose to his suffering there.
"You don't know?" Dumbledore raised an eyebrow
"No sir but I felt like I did, why, I'm not sure. Yet," Harry lied, well not completely. His supposed future self wanted him there, he just listened but he wasn't sure why he needed to be there.
"Could you please enlighten me on how you got out and managed to destroy Azkaban in the process?" Dumbledore put his hands together on his desk.
"I know how I did it, but I don't know how I did it," Harry said, confusing Dumbledore even more.
"Please explain everything Harry," he tried.
"There was a auror, he came to give me my food for the day, but he didn't do that, instead he called me boy and it made me relive all the beatings I endured at the Dursleys and it made me... angry."
"But Harry, I called you that every day," Dumbledore frowned.
"This was different Dumbledore," He clenched his fists," The way he said it, it wasn't out of care. It was completely out of spite, he hated me, it was like I was animal to him and he wanted to slaughter me," he snarled, surprising Dumbledore.
"I'm sorry Harry. I understand now," Dumbledore nodded, trying to calm him down and it did.
"Sorry," Harry sighed, "I was losing myself slowly each day there, my emotions were out of control and the most dominant was anger. The auror made me relive my life at the Dursleys and instead of being dejected, I felt angry. That's when I couldn't control it anymore and decided to let it go."
"Let what go?"
"I don't know. The monster, the beast. I don't know what it was. It was big, dark and extremely violent but it was me, I turned into it and wanted to destroy everything. So I did," Harry rubbed his temple and looked at Dumbledore, who had a thoughtful expression.
"Harry," Dumbledore started," Would you mind explaining your childhood to me?"
"There's nothing you don't already know," he narrowed his eyebrows.
"Harry, I want you explain everything to me. In detail, how you felt and what exactly they've said to you. Perhaps from your discovery of magic till your Hogwarts letters" Dumbledore tried, and Harry clenched his fists again.
"I discovered magic when I six, I was having a nightmare and when I woke up in the broom- closet, what little I had in there was floating in the air and that's when I knew what I thought were simple coincidences before weren't coincidences. When I had confronted them about it the next morning, that's when the beatings got worse than they already had been. I overheard them talking about it that same night and I heard them call it magic, so I called it magic," Harry said.
"Did you try and learn to control it?" Dumbledore asked.
"Yes, but they wanted me to stop, they made it clear with the beating, and me being the child I was, I did. But things only got worse, I was becoming more prone to accidental magic and they beat me every day for it, but they didn't realize that the more they battered me for it, the worse it got. I was getting beat at least twice every day, a six-year-old me. Until one day, I didn't want any more of it, I loathed magic and wanted nothing to do with it and then everything stopped, no accidental magic, nothing. It was like it disappeared and I turned into a... squib. And it stayed like that until the day you came with my Hogwarts letter and even then…" Harry explained.
"Harry could you explain how you felt when you got angry in Azkaban?" Dumbledore wiped a tear that formed at the corner of his eye.
"I felt my body vibrate in an unnatural way and like I was being torn apart from the inside," Harry answered, making Dumbledore get a thoughtful expression. The headmaster got up from his chair and went to his bookshelves, laying his finger on books and reading the titles, this went on for minutes until he reached the bottom left corner of the shelf and pulled out a black book. His features got noticeably paler as he read on, before finally turning to Harry.
"I truly am sorry Harry," he practically pleaded for his forgiveness.
"What's wrong?" Harry raised an eyebrow.
"You're an obscurial."
A/N: Glad to be back, expect more soon.
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