Chapter 14! We're back to Harry again! He is one of my favorite POVs to write. Review and tell me how I did!
Harry had walked to the headmaster's office trying to figure out how to speak to the man. He walked up to the doors and whispered the password. He allowed the magical stairs to lift him up instead of walking. He came upon the next door and knocked.
"Come in." A weary voice called.
"Headmaster?" Harry asked after he had opened the door.
Dumbledore did not look up. It was one of those rare moments where the century old man actually looked his age. He looked decrepit and sad. Snape hadn't been lying the man was truly sorry. Harry sat down in a chair and looked down on his desk. He saw the bowl of yellow lemon drops. Dumbledore was infamous for offering the sweets every chance he got. Harry had never liked them. In fact he didn't much care for wizarding candy. Chocolate frogs were creepy and the Bertie Bott's every flavor of beans was just gross. Without much thought Harry spoke.
"I don't really like wizarding candy."
Dumbledore jumped. It was clear he had been expecting something else.
"I mean, compared to muggle candy wizarding candy really stinks."
"My dear boy. Wizarding candy is one of the best things about magic!" Dumbledore argued.
"I disagree muggle candy is far superior. You don't know true joy until you've eaten an entire mars bar. Or Kinder eggs! I mean honestly what can a chocolate frog compare to that?"
Thus began a forty five minute argument about the intricacies of sweets. Dumbledore despite having never had muggle candy insisted that wizarding candy was superior. Harry despite also never having muggle candy either insisted that is was superior to wizarding candy. After the argument began to wind down Harry sobered he was here for a real reason.
"Headmaster." Harry said standing up and walking over to him.
"Yes Harry?"
"It hurt a lot when you didn't listen to me when I asked to stay anywhere but the place I had grown up in. I felt like you were sentencing me to death." Harry said with a pensive look on his face. "I lost my trust in you. I was angry when we last spoke I tried to take out my anger on anyone near me. I felt like I had lost all control of my life."
"Harry. I am so sorry…"
"Headmaster. I know. Professor Snape explained it to me. I forgive you. I'm not angry anymore. I don't hate you, I don't blame you for what happened to me anymore."
At his words Dumbledore began to smile and cry at the same time. Harry hugged him to emphasize what he had said. Once the hug ended Dumbledore smiled at him.
"Thank you my boy."
"I've got to go to bed now sir. You must try some muggle sweets sir. I promise they will be much better than the wizarding kind."
"I'll keep that under advisement. Goodnight Harry."
Harry then went back and had his 'evening tea' with Snape. Although this time he did answer questions honestly. After that he went to his room sure it was early but maybe he could read up some more on Parselmagic. After an hour or so Harry passed out still holding the book having drifted off while still reading. Despite being quite relaxed before going to sleep it seemed Harry was destined for a nightmare. They happened often for no reason at all and tonight was going to be pretty bad.
The dream started out normally. Just the average day in the life of a young Harry Potter. He was polishing the china that was stored in the living room. They never used the china but Petunia had always been adamant that it sparkled so at least twice a week Harry would polish each one. So here he was dreaming of that annoying and pointless chore.
Then it changed. His uncle jumped up from behind him and pushed him. He pushed hard enough to cause the plates to crash down onto the ground. The porcelain shards scattered across the ground. Harry's heart started beating rapidly as he shrinks upon himself. His uncle smirked and pulled Harry roughly.
"Please sir. It was an accident. It won't happen again." Harry begged in a quiet broken voice.
"Of course it will happen again you little freak. Now get ready for punishment."
Suddenly they were in Harry's room, his shirt was off and his uncle was removing his belt. Harry could see out the window and saw that Snape was trying to get in. No magic spell he used to save Harry though as the beating began. With each whip his uncle spoke.
"No one will save you, you worthless freak."
"No one would want to."
"You are a burden."
"You deserve this and more."
"You will never escape me."
On and on it went. Harry tried to keep his composure but in his dream as he saw Snape shrug, a decidedly un-Snape like gesture, and walk away leaving him for dead he broke. Harry began to scream and cry beg for Snape to help him. Anyone to stop his uncle. It only made his uncle laugh and whip him harder. Harry felt himself begin to give up.