Face to Face

Harry went down to Hagrid's the next night under his invisibility cloak. He wanted to get started on what he'd mentally dubbed as Norbert Junior, but he also wanted to go into the forest to see if he could save some unicorns however he also wanted to see if he could meet the centaurs, it would be a busy night.

Hagrid ushered him into the hut with an exited look on his face, he pointed to the table where a mound of clay sat and a small pile of rocks. Harry had written him earlier in the day and given him a short list of things that they would need.

Harry rubbed his hands together in his own excitement; he enjoyed doing impressive and complicated magic and for the most part felt restrained most of the time when he wasn't alone in his trunk.

"Right then, it looks all here, any ideas what breed of dragon you would like?"

Hadrid gave him a smile, "I'd really like a horntail." How did I know he was going to say that…?

Harry reached into his bag, he pulled out a book on dragons from his personal library and a few sheets of parchment that he'd written notes that would help him later.

Harry pulled his wand "Hagrid, you should know this might not be entirely permanent."

"What'd yer mean?" The half giant almost shouted back, thinking that he'd lose another dragon.

"Just that I am not sure how long it would last, three months, a year, two? But I can always recast the charms; also I need you to keep this a secret Hagrid. I am not sure this is entirely legal; please don't even tell Dumbledore until I say." Hagrid gave him a solemn nod, Harry knew that Hagrid would take the blame himself before getting him in trouble.

Using his wand he divided the clay into four pieces, he set one aside, the three that remained one was larger than the other two, he flipped the pages in his book until he came to the section on Horntails, examining the photograph and detailed drawings he went to work. It took nearly an hour to create body and wings of the ferocious beast, Harry made a point to dull its claws, teeth and the spikes on its tail. He took a tiny rock and engraved an even smaller rune using the tip of his wand, he looked over at his friend who sat in rapt attention like an over grown five year old watching something amazing. Carefully he placed the small stone in the neck of the beast just behind its mouth; he made a point of pretending to cast some fake charms.

"It needs to dry and harden a little, but now I can work on its home." Hagrid nodded and helped move some furniture around and was about to move the rocks and clay when Harry levitated them.

"Yer getting' amazin' at magic." The half giant boomed with a chuckle.

"Thanks," Harry grinned up at him "I worked really hard to get this right." And he had, originally it had taken a joint effort by himself, Ron, Hermione and George to create Weasley Wizard Wheezes famous Pigmy Dragons for your bedroom.

Harry transfigured the habitat much more quickly, creating a stone table and pedestal, then using the clay he formed small mountain complete with its own cliff face, pond and small wooded area. He charmed every one of the small trees individually, when set alight they would burn with cold fire and leave charred remains, then after a few hours they would grow back and the dragon could destroy them again. He laid another stone on the table and carved another rune, this one would keep the dragon within ten feet of the habitat, when finished he placed it at the bottom of the pond.

"That looks amazin'," Hagrid nudged him and Harry nearly fell over "See I told yer you'd be dead good at magic once yer had a bit of training."

Harry almost laughed then told his lie. "Right well the dragon still needs to dry for a bit…I was wondering…"

"Yeah?" Hagrid asked a little disappointed that the dragon would take longer.

"Would you take me into the forest, I know students aren't allowed on their own, but if I went with you..." Harry gave him his best pleading look, which he'd actually practiced earlier in his mirror.

"Alright, but just this once."

"Brilliant!" Hagrid grabbed his new jacket and crossbow, they closed up the hut and Harry followed at a brief jog.

"So you like the jacket then, I had to special order it."

"It's wonderful, the pockets are amazin' expandable see." Hagrid opened a pocket on the side for so Harry could peer inside to see the cavern, "I just have to think what I want and it comes straight ter my hand."

Once they made it to the trees Harry lit his wand with a muttered Lumos. That was one more thing he hated with his charade, he had to verbalise spells as opposed to non verbal spells and charms, it had taken him years to finally master the art and he didn't realise that it would chafe so much having to seem like a novice wizard.

"While we are here Harry keep your eyes open for silvery blood, its unicorn, something keeps attacking them." Harry nodded and followed as they went deeper into the trees, a while later Hagrid stopped suddenly and raised his crossbow.

"Would you attack me Hagrid?" The centaur stepped into the moonlight.

"Oh it's you Firenze; let me introduce yer to a friend of mine, a student up at the school, Harry Potter."

"Harry Potter…" Firenze reared back a little "Mars is bright tonight Harry Potter, the forest is not safe for you."

Harry steeled himself and thought… To hell with it… "Mars will be brighter in the nights to come and from what I have seen; I won't be safe for a long time, not even in this calm between storms."

Firenze was shocked for a second "You read the stars?"

"I simply observe and try to understand." I had a good relationship with Firenze and the herd, no reason that it can't start a little earlier this time around.

Firenze gave him an apprising look, "You are unique young foal and interesting."

"Thank you sir, I wonder if I would be welcomed back so that I might talk to you again." Harry felt he had to chance the question, it was too good an opportunity to give up.

"The herd values the life of foals, you are welcome to return, but be aware centaurs are a proud people."

"I am honoured sir, and know that I know my place, I believe that centaurs are a proud and noble race with intelligence and much wisdom." Firenze seemed to regard him for a moment, and then stamped a hoof as if in agreement "Farewell Hagrid and Harry Potter." He turned and headed off deeper into the forest.

"That was amazin' Harry, I've never seen a centaur act like that except to Professor Dumbledore."High praise indeed. A little voice inside his head told him.

Harry looked up at his friend "Centaurs are different from us, that doesn't mean that they shouldn't be respected and acknowledged for the beings that they are. You just have to know how to talk with them, now I think we should follow his advice and leave." I really hope Firenze heard that too…

Once they returned to the hut Harry checked over the dragon to make sure everything was right, and thought very clearly what he wanted, "I think it's ready; well here goes…Extraho Alacritas Gelu Incendia…" A moment later the clay dragon changed colours to match those of a horntail, a second later sprang to life by coughing a long lance of flame that was cool to the touch and would never burn. Hagrid gasped…I wonder if he thought I might not be able to do it? Harry wondered half amused at the look on his friends face.

The dragon flew around the hut and landed on the ridge of its mountain habitat, it gave another long burst of flame and a small roar, Hagrid literally picked Harry up and hugged him…Please don't break a rib… please don't break a rib… Harry thought for all he was worth as he couldn't actually speak because all the air had been forced out of his lungs.

Once he was put down he addressed Hagid once more "If anyone sees him, it's just a toy, from a friend." Hagrid nodded and thanked Harry repeatedly, "I better get going, don't stay up too late, also as its night time the dragon will fall asleep soon." Hagrid nodded but Harry realised that he no longer held the man's attention, so he left and made his way to Gryffindor tower under his cloak with a small smile on his face. He'd done a nice thing for his friend; he just hoped that his secret could be held for a while. Though if Dumbledore does find out about the dragon, then he'll know I am really good…anyway that thing should earn me a paper in transfiguration today…I wonder if Hagrid will sleep cuddled up to it…I wouldn't bet against it.

oooOooo

Exam fever took hold of the castle and Harry took the time to go over his spell cards he'd created and his books but this was actually to appease Hermione, anyway he was mostly helping Ron and Neville study. He waited patiently for the night when Dumbledore wouldn't be at dinner, that night he hung back letting his friends go up to the tower without him, he knew that he had time and this was important to his plan, he donned his cloak and followed Quirrell at a distance, when he went to the third floor he knew it was time to fetch his friends.

"What do you mean you followed him to the third floor?" Hermione gasped.

"I followed him, I saw him go down the corridor, open the door, there's a giant three headed dog in there guarding a trap door, I saw him make the dog go to sleep with music, he's trying to steel the stone and Dumbledore's not here to stop him, he's out of the castle, I checked."

"What are we going to do?" groaned Neville, dreading the answer.

"I am going to stop him," Harry said with a determined look on his face "I wanted to know if you would be willing to help." He muttered. It's only right that I give them the option.

"Surely we should find a teacher?" Hermione whined "They could help."

"If we can find one in time and they actually believe us, I have to go now, the stones too important…"

It took a few pleading looks but eventually they agreed.

Harry opened the door, the music had stopped, fluffy rose up on his paws and started barking, Harry pointed his wand at the golden harp, a moment later a beautiful melody could be heard, unbeknownst to the others it was the song from Lilly's music box when she was a baby, it brought a warm feeling to Harry as Fluffy started to fall into a deep sleep.

Harry encouraged Ron to levitate one of Fluffy's massive paws off the trap door.

"Well here goes nothing…" He jumped and landed on the vines of devils snare "What is this?"

"My god," shouted Neville "Its devils snare, we need fire, or it will kill us."

Ron started to panic, but Harry calmly cast flames from his wand, a moment later he was joined by Hermione, the plant retracted and started to die, it released them and they made there way into the next chamber.

"Well done Nev, I think you just saved our lives." His friend stood tall and gave a brilliant grin.

"Whats next?" Ron wondered aloud.

"Are those keys…?" Hermione marvelled.

"Yeah, there are brooms as well; I think we have to catch the key to unlock the door." However Harry didn't use the brooms in the chamber, he reached into his bag and from its depths pulled out his broom which seemed to grow from the bag, he mounted and kicked off. Damn that's odd, the keys started moving faster the first time, but now there just flapping their wings gently… I am not using Flitwicks brooms. Harry spotted one with a broken wing and grabbed for it.

"Well that was easy." Ron muttered.

"I think something else would have happened if I used one of those brooms." Hermione nodded her agreement then asked in an amused tone.

"Do you always carry your broom in your bag?"

"Yeah," Harry answered defensively, "that way it's always handy, you never know when a quidditch game will pop up or if you need a fast exit." She gave him an agreeing look that was just odd; then again this Hermione was a bit better on a broom this time around thanks to Harry's encouragement.

"Well this ones all yours mate." Harry whispered while grasping Ron around the shoulders "I am crap at chess." Ron snorted then gave Harry a look that clearly said Everything is riding on my shoulders…please god don't let me screw this up.

It took twenty minutes to make their way across the chess board, once again Ron was struck, but Harry breathed a sigh of relief knowing that he'd be okay and he'd be awake soon.

Together Harry, Neville and Hermione moved forward, they entered the next chamber and were struck by a nasty smell that forced them to pull up their robes around their faces.

"Shame I'd have liked to see you beat that one into submission, you're good with that levitation charm now." He grinned at Neville as they moved around the fallen troll that lay on the ground. Neville gave him an uncertain smile and they moved forward once more.

Harry stood back and let Hermione figure out the logic puzzle of Snape's while he eyed the smallest bottle. Harry remembered which bottle, not because he actually remembered the bottle but because he'd had to move forward alone as there had only been enough potion for one mouthful.

"Got it." Hermione exclaimed pointing to the tiny bottle.

"There's just enough for one." Hermione and Neville looked concerned.

"Don't worry, I am tougher than I look," He reached into his bag and once more pulled out his broom that he handed to Neville "Go back, get Ron, find a teacher."

"You sure Harry?" Neville gasped.

Harry nodded "There's no way I am going to let Quirrell get the stone, there's no telling what he'll do with it."

Hermione grabbed him hard "You're a great wizard Harry."

Harry couldn't remember exactly how he'd answered the first time "I try, now get going and be careful with the broom." Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Boys and their broomsticks." She muttered.

Harry grinned and couldn't help himself "Actually I think that's a magazine for er… boys who like boys." Neville snorted and shook his head, Harry reached for the tiny bottle pulled the stopper and downed the potion, he pulled his wand and stepped through the purple flames.

"Hello Professor." Harry said calmly a second later.

"You!" Quirrell hissed.

"Yes…me, you didn't think I'd let to get the stone did you?" Harry gave Quirrell a look "You really didn't think this through at all did you?" Harry laughed, while he eyed Quirrell the whole time.

That seemed to take the professor back "You're too nosy to live Potter," He snarled "first you kill my troll, then you survive when I jinx your broom."

Harry laughed again which seemed to throw the man even further off kilter "Yeah I am like that, I am a survivor, you know you can't beat me right?"

"You are nothing but a simple first year, where as I am a trained wizard." He snapped his fingers, ropes flew through the air, Harry dived and cast a shield, he rolled and aimed his wand, Stupefy he cast silently with as much power as he could, the spell impacted on a hastily cast shield of Quirrell's but he was also rocked back and looked a little shaken.

"Didn't think it would be that easy did you Potter, now lower your wand, or I will kill you." The professor snarled.

"Let me face the boy."A low hiss came from Quirrell's turban."

"Master you are…"

"Silence." Voldemort hissed louder "Do as I command!" Slowly Quirrell removed the turban and turned around.

"Harry Potter."

"Tom Riddle." Said calmly his wand still held up.

The face in the back of Quirrells head howled in pain and shock "You dare!"

"Yeah I dare, I am not afraid of you… but you should be afraid of me." He looked straight at Voldemort intently.

"I am the greatest wizard to ever walk the earth."

"Since when were you Merlin? Or Dumbledore?" Harry paused and smiled knowing that it would infuriate Voldemort even further "Or me for that matter." Voldemort's red eyes glowed brighter, two can play at that game, Harry concentrated hard, his eyes turned from green to gold and seemed to shine from his eyes, Voldemort gave a look of horror, Harry cast another stunner, Quirrell twisted to dodge out of the way and Harry used the second to run forward, send another stunner that missed by the tiniest fraction and dived at Quirrell. He grabbed his hand, pulled hard and scrambled to get hold of his face, Quirrell and Voldemort both screamed in pain, Harry felt a jolt burst from his scar and let go, he knew that he only needed to hold on for a second, Quirrell's skin started to burn and crumble into ash.

"It burns… It burns…Aaaarrgh…"

Harry backed off and using his left hand Harry took hold of the last two stones on his necklace and muttered Ginny Potter activating his powerful protection stone and his anti possession stone, they had both grown strong off his own magic.

It was only seconds before Quirrell had fallen to dust, Harry stepped forward and concentrated on the mirror, on finding the stone and protecting it, a second later his pocket was full, he grabbed for the stone and quickly dropped it in his bag. It was then that he saw the shadow that Voldemort had become rise up from the ashes of the dead defence against the dark arts professor, it came straight at him. A golden light shone around him and deflected the vapour that was all that was left of Voldemort, a moment later and with a rushing howl of wind the dark mist exited through the ceiling. Harry breathed deeply, it was over…for now.

Slowly he sat down, his back resting against the edge of the mirror, I wonder how long it will take before Dumbledore gets here he wondered I think we're earlier this time…

Not a minute later the Purple flames that lined the wall froze then vanished; Dumbledore stepped through, wand drawn, eyes blazing expecting the worst.

"Hello sir." Dumbledore looked around sharply.

"You can relax, Quirrell's dead, Voldemort is gone, the stone is safe."

"Harry what happened here? Are you alright?" Dumbledore demanded, he pointed his wand him. He might think I am possessed…

"I fought Quirrell, turns out Voldemort had possessed him, I knew something was off about him when my scar kept hurting around him. Anyway as soon as I touched him he started to burn, so I grabbed his face, he burned and crumbled to ash."

"And Voldemort?"

"He left Quirrell, I think he tried to possess me, but he couldn't, then he left," Harry pointed to the ceiling, then clambered to his feet, he saw that Dumbledore still had his wand on him. "You can lower your wand if you want sir." Harry said a little amused by the whole thing, but it was only when Harry tucked his own wand away in his wand holster did the headmaster lower his wand, though Harry noticed that he kept it in his hand.

"Are the others okay?"

"They are fine, I believe Mr Weasley will be heading to the hospital wing as we speak, where is the stone Harry?"

"I have it, what's going to happen to it?" I wonder if he wants it destroyed this time.

"I am unsure until I speak to its owner." Dumbledore stepped back through the archway leaded out, Harry followed.

"You're friend Flamel?" Harry questioned with a small smile.

"Oh you know about Nicolas?" He asked quiet delighted, the tension easing from his body.

"Yeah, to be honest, it's not much of a secret, his names on your chocolate frog card." Harry ginned and Dumbledore managed a laugh that seemed a bit false to Harry.

"Yes well, I will talk to him, hopefully he will agree that the stone is too dangerous and allow it to be destroyed."

"But then he and his wife will die… no I can't allow that." Dumbledore gave him a look and Harry noticed that he gripped his wand a little tighter. "I don't want the stone for myself, but I won't allow others to die when I can prevent it. It seems that Voldemort can't touch me, he can't possess me, when he is near he makes my scar hurt, so it seems to me I am the perfect protector of the stone."

Dumbledore was about to say something but Harry cut him off "We can tell the world that it was destroyed, but in reality it will be safe."

"I am not sure I can allow that Harry."

"Sir, you know I respect you, but I don't think this decision is yours, its mine and Flamel's." Dumbledore seemed to regard him for a moment.

"Very well, we should go to my office and contact him." Damn I didn't expect him to cave so easily.

Dumbledore led him back past the troll, the chess set, the winged keys and the devils snare, he waved his wand and a bright white light shone from the high ceiling, the plant receded. Dumbledore motioned for Harry to move forward and pointed his wand at the large flagstone at their feet. A moment later and it rose through the air back up to the trap door; they had a reception waiting, Hermione, McGonagall, Flitwick, Sprout and Snape.

Hermione gave him a look of relief.

"Don't worry I am fine." He told her before any of the others could say anything.

"And Professor Quirrell?" McGonagall asked Dumbledore.

"Dead."

"You killed him?" She gasped, stunned.

"No, I did." This brought about a shocked silence even from Snape.

"You?" Sprout and McGonagall hissed.

"Harry you did not kill Quirrell he was dead the moment that he allowed Voldemort to take over his body."

Harry shrugged "Maybe so, but my hand still ended his life and I am okay with that." This earned him a pained look from Dumbledore and pale faces from the rest.

Harry shook his head in an exasperated way "I've not gone evil or dark or whatever, he was an evil man that was willingly killing unicorns to stay alive, he tried to kill me at least once even before tonight and he tried to find a way to resurrect Voldemort, personally I think he deserved what he got."

It took a few minutes but eventually Harry and Dumbledore made it back to the headmaster's office, Dumbledore instantly conjured a large squashy arm chair for Harry to sit down on, he made for the fireplace. Harry also noticed Fawkes Dumbledore's phoenix standing regally on his perch, somehow an idea sprang forth that he'd never considered before, but Harry knew it would take some fast talking to get both Flamel and Dumbledore to agree to it.

"Sir, do you think you could teach me to conjure these soon, they're really comfortable." Dumbledore looked over and smiled.

"I am sure something could be arranged Harry."

He took a pinch of floo powder, threw it into the fire, knelt and stuck his head in, calling Aurum Palace as he did.

Harry couldn't hear the conversation but it was over in seconds, Dumbledore pulled his head from the fire and about five seconds later another man stepped through. Harry had never met Nicolas Flamel but he was not what Harry expected, he had expected an old man, but Flamel looked around fifty, short greying hair, tight goatee and moustache, wearing a simple pair of black trousers and a bright pink shirt. Harry stood unsure what to say, luckily Flamel took charge.

"So you're Harry Potter then?" He looked Harry over as if evaluating him "Albus says you protected my stone and that you want to keep protecting it."

"Yes sir…" Harry gulped, I may be a hundred and twelve but this man is a freaking legend "from what I understand without the stone, you and your wife will die. I couldn't allow that, not only would you lose your lives but the world at large would lose your knowledge, your wealth of experiences. It seems that I am the only one who can protect it from Voldemort as he can't touch me without dying or even come near me without me knowing."

"Quite forceful for eleven, you remind me of someone else I know." He glanced over at Dumbledore who smiled warmly, "How do you plan to protect the stone? It's clearly not safe at Gringotts or here for that matter." Flamel's tone was rather abrupt, but his words spoken in the precise manner of the highly educated, Harry liked him immediately.

"I've been thinking, it wouldn't be one hundred percent safe inside my trunk, so I need to keep it on me, but my bag isn't secure enough, so how about inside me?"

"What?" Dumbledore and Flamel said at the same time.

"We could shrink the stone, or place it inside a small expandable pouch, then we could place the stone under my skin, it will be with me the whole time, never get lost, misplaced and above all safe."

Dumbledore and Flamel seemed surprised at this suggestion, Harry could see that Dumbledore was about to object but Flamel got there first.

"You might just have something there…"

"Nicolas, I can not allow such a thing." Dumbledore said gravely.

"Why not sir? It's my choice, I want to do this." Harry said forcefully.

"I agree Albus, if young Harry here wants to do this, though I must admit I am wary about giving the key to immortality and unlimited wealth to a boy."

"I am nearly twelve," Harry huffed "and if you like I'll give some sort of oath or sign a magically binding contract or something, I am young so I don't need never ending life just yet and I already have more gold than I'll ever need. To be honest I am not sure unlimited wealth and life is entirely a good thing." Suddenly Harry felt a mental probe try to access his mind; he merely batted it away and looked directly at the man.

Flamel looked Harry over again as if to re-evaluate him "You are a wise young man Mr Potter, I've often said a similar thing myself and your mind skills are also rather impressive for one so young."

"Thank you sir, though I would request that you don't try to read my mind again, I consider it an act of violence and intrusion." This earned a sharp and pained look from Dumbledore.

"I understand, but I had to test you myself to know that you can keep this secret."

"I do understand sir; do you have enough elixir for the foreseeable future?" Harry asked genuinely interested.

"Yes, about two years worth."

"Good, shall we do this then?"

"I still don't believe this is a good idea Nicolas."

Flamel turned to Dumbledore and sighed "And your objections have been noted, Albus you forget I am from a different time, when I was Harry's age I was considered a man by my parents. When I look at him I don't see the boy that you so obviously do, I see a determined young man, Harry is correct, its our choice not yours, he is also correct when he says he is the only one that can protect the stone from Voldemort, I think this is logical."

"I agree." Harry said quickly "and this wouldn't have to be forever."

"What do you mean Harry?" Flamel questioned.

"Well I for one would like to know how Voldemort is still alive and what we can do to finish him." Dumbledore seemed to pale before his eyes "I would also like to know why he is so determined to see me dead," Dumbledore grew paler still. "However they are conversations for another time," It will be easier if he gets used to the idea that I am forceful and wont take no for an answer… "Now I have a friend in the hospital wing, its also getting late, so shall we do this?" He looked up at Flamel who nodded.

Harry reached into his bag and pulled out the stone, he laid it on the desk and for a fleeting moment wondered if Dumbledore was going to try something to stop this, as he clearly thought that Flamel would have turned him down.

Flamel took a piece of parchment off the desk and with a wave of his hand transfigured it into a small pouch no bigger than a postage stamp, he opened it a pointed a finger inside.

"It is ready."

"Impressive wandless magic sir."Harry grinned.

Flamel smiled back "I haven't needed a wand in over three hundred years, and you can drop the sir, by doing this your helping keep my wife and myself alive, to you I am Nicolas, Nick or old geezer." Harry burst out laughing; This man is nothing like I thought he'd be.

Harry removed his wand holster as Flamel placed the stone inside the pouch.

"How do you want to do this Harry?"

"Well a cutting charm would probably go too deep, I am thinking a knife would be best and either a healing charm or maybe a tear or two from your phoenix, that way it wouldn't even scar."

"Been doing some reading I see." Flamel smiled, Dumbledore seemed delighted that Harry knew that Fawkes was a phoenix and their abilities; he looked over at the beautiful bird who lowered his head in agreement and gave a note of song that warmed their hearts.

"It seems that he is in agreement." Whispered Dumbledore resigned to what was about to happen.

Harry took hold of the letter opener on Dumbledore's desk and before Flamel could stop him sliced deeply into his arm.

Flamel snorted "I would have numbed your arm first you know, tough little bugger aren't you…" Harry glanced up with a grimace of pain; he took the small pouch off Flamel and pushed it underneath his skin… Bugger that hurt.

Once it was inside he calmly walked over to Fawkes and stopped himself from saying hello, "So what's your name then? You magnificent creature."

As expected Dumbledore answered "His name is Fawkes Harry."

Harry stroked the birds head in just the way he knew he liked it "If you would be so kind Fawkes, this is rather painful." Again Fawkes lowered his head, a moment later two tears dropped once after the other, Harry felt the wound close, he ran his fingers over his arm, he could barely feel the pouch. "Thank you Fawkes." Harry could also feel something else, something that was very important, his blood now carried Phoenix tears and that would change his life, just like it had the first time.

"Harry I will stay in touch from time to time, you've done me a great favour, I will not forget it," He held out his hand, Harry shook it "Until we meet again."

"Goodbye… Nick…" Harry grinned, Harry was rewarded with a smile, then Flamel was gone, he stepped into the floo and vanished. Harry turned back to his headmaster expecting a rebuke but it did not come, Maybe he's afraid I'll start asking questions?

"I believe you should make your way to the hospital wing."

"Thank you sir and thank you for allowing me to make my own decisions, in all honesty I don't think I could have ever forgiven you or trusted you again if you hadn't." Dumbledore went wide eyed. "Goodnight." Harry turned and left the office, I hope I've laid the right foundations… the last thing I want is for him to try and control me once I tell him.