Headmaster's Office, Hogwarts
He had finally arrived in Dumbledore's office
(Quoting OOTP)
Everything seemed to have repaired itself during the headmaster's absence. The delicate silver instruments stood again upon the spindle-legged tables, puffing and whirring serenely. The portraits of the headmasters and headmistresses were snoozing in their frames, heads lolling back in armchairs or against the edge of their pictures. Harry looked through the window. There was a cool line of pale green along the horizon: Dawn was approaching. The silence and the stillness, broken only by the occasional grunt or snuffle of a sleeping portrait, was unbearable to him. If his surroundings could have reflected the feelings inside him, the pictures would have been screaming in pain. He walked around the quiet,beautiful office, breathing quickly, trying not to think. But he had tothink. . . . There was no escape. . . .
It was his fault Sirius had died; it was all his fault. If he, Harry, had not been stupid enough to fall for Voldemort's trick, if he had not been so convinced that what he had seen in his dream was real, if he had only opened his mind to the possibility that Voldemort was, as Hermione had said,banking on Harry's love of playing the hero.
It was unbearable, he would not think about it, he could not stand it. . . . There was a terrible hollow inside him he did not want to feel or examine, a dark hole where Sirius had been, where Sirius had vanished. He did not want to have to be alone with that great, silent space, he could not stand it
A picture behind him gave a particularly loud grunting snore, and a cool voice said, "Ah . . . Harry Potter . . ."Phineas Nigellus gave a long yawn, stretching his arms as he watched Harry with shrewd, narrow eyes."And what brings you here in the early hours of the morning?" said Phineas. "This office is supposed to be barred to all but the rightful headmaster. Or has Dumbledore sent you here? Oh, don't tell me . . ."He gave another shuddering yawn. "Another message for my worth-less great-great-grandson?"
(End Quoting)
Harry still had some leftover anger from his explosion back in the hospital wing, and he did not want to deal with Phineas' bullshit, and he did not like hearing his recently deceased godfather insulted, so he did the first thing that came to mind.
with a Snikt he let his claws out and started slashing Phineas' portrait, which awoke the other portraits and got them shouting in panic.
"WHAT IN BLAZES ARE YOU DOING!?" one of the portraits shouted.
"SHUTTING THIS OLD CUNT'S MOUTH UP! WHAT'S IT TO YOU!?" Harry shouted back.
"HARRY! CALM YOURSELF!" Dumbledore announced his arrival.
Harry slowly stopped slashing at Phineas' portrait which is now ripped to shreds. The portraits were now giving cries of relief and welcome to Dumbledore.
Dumbledore didn't look at Harry at first and walked over to where Fawkes' perch is and placed a ugly, tiny featherless Fawkes whom he placed gently on his usual perch.
"Well, Harry," said Dumbledore, finally turning away from Fawkes "You'll be pleased to know none of your friends are permanently damaged, though Ms. Tonks will have to spend some time in St. Mungos' to fully recover"
Harry only nods, the tension in the room is palpable, the portraits are whispering among themselves, which Harry's increased senses immediately picked up what they were whispering about, mostly on why he seems angry and why he's glaring at Dumbledore.
"Harry, I know how you are feeling right now" Dumbledore said quietly.
"Do you? Do you? Then tell me, how does it feel to lose a father figure when you've already lost so much" Harry growls, Dumbledore knew jack shit about what he felt.
"Harry, calm yourself, we must discuss this calmly my boy" said Dumbledore trying to calm Harry.
"Fine, what was so important about that fucking prophecy?" Harry growls at him again.
"Straight to the point, eh? As you wish Harry." Dumbledore waves his wand and his pensieve hovers towards him. He points his wand at his head, and Harry hopefully wishes he'll blow his own brains out, instead he pulls on his wand and a silvery strand comes out of his head, he drops the silvery strand right into the pensieve. So that's how it works.
"This is very important Harry, so you mustn't tell anyone of what you are about to see." said Dumbledore. Harry only grunts in affirmation, with a sigh, Dumbledore prodded the silvery substance with its tip.
And from it a figure arose draped in shawls, her eyes magnified to enormous size behind her glasses, and she revolved slowly, her feet in the basin. But when Trelawney spoke, it was not in her usual bullshitting, stupid voice that many fraudulent fortune tellers use, but in the harsh, hoarse tones Harry had heard her use once before.
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies..." Then she sank bank into the silver mass below and vanished.
The silence was absolute, Dumbledore nor Harry weren't making any sounds no were the portraits. Even Fawkes was silent. Then Harry spoke, in a deadly whisper.
"This is what we risked our lives for? A fucking prophecy with more holes than my hand-me-downs?"
"Harry.."he was cut off.
"THIS IS WHAT SIRIUS DIED FOR? THIS IS WHAT YOU AND VOLDEMORT BELIEVED IN?"
"UN-FUCKING-BELIEVEABLE! YOU COULD'VE TOLD ME THIS AT HEADQUARTERS, BUT NOOOOO! I WAS TOO YOUNG! LET ME ENJOY MY CHILDHOOD FIRST! OH WAIT, I NEVER HAD A CHILDHOOD, EVER SINCE I WAS CONDEMNED TO HELL ON EARTH AT MY RELATIVES!" Harry's temper blows up once again for the 100th time of the year. Dumbledore could only remain silent,
My mistake finally came back to bite me in the arse, I'm so sorry Harry. Dumbledore could only say in his thoughts.
"LET ME ENJOY MY CHILDHOOD!? WHAT A FUCKING JOKE! UNLESS YOU COUNT BEING BEATEN, STARVED, ENSLAVED BY PEOPLE YOU CALL FAMILY AS A CHILDHOOD THEN I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IT IS!"
"I SPENT EVERY YEAR OF MY LIFE IN CONSTANT DANGER, I'M NEVER SAFE NOT AT MY RELATIVES OR AT HOGWARTS! ALL I WANTED TO BE IN LIFE WAS TO BE NORMAL! I DIDN'T ASK FOR FAME, I DIDN'T ASK TO BE PROPHESIED TO BE THE ONE WHO BEATS VOLDEMORT'S ASS I NEVER ONCE DID!" He slowly calms down and in a shaky voice says.
"Why am I always the one who has to be on the receiving end of everyone's bullshit? WHY?" Harry goes quiet again.
"Harry, you have no idea how sorry I am. I'd like to get one thing off my chest so to speak."
"What?"
"I was the one who put you in the Dursleys in the first place" Dumbledore says quietly and then braces himself for another explosion.
"YOU DID WHAT!?" shouted Harry.
"I SHOULD'VE FUCKING KNOWN, CAUSE YOU ALWAYS SENT ME BACK TO THAT HELLHOLE, FOR THE SAKE OF SOME FUCKING "BLOOD WARDS" THAT FAILED IN ITS JOB OF PROTECTING ME! I DIDN'T HAVE ANY PROTECTION FROM MY RELATIVES ABSOLUTELY NO PROTECTION FROM ANY ABUSE MY RELATIVES GAVE ME, NO PROTECTION FROM THE VERBAL ABUSE THE NEIGHBORS THROW AT ME! NOTHING AT ALL!"
"WHAT MADE YOU THINK PUTTING ME THERE WAS A GOOD IDEA!? WEREN'T THERE ANY OTHER FAMILIES AVAILABLE!? DID MY PARENTS MAKE A WILL!? WHAT IS IT THEN!? HUH!?"
Harry manages to calm down again, and with a sneer says.
"I'll do what the prophecy says, I'll kill Voldemort but not for you, not for the Ministry, but for my friends, for Sirius, for every family that has suffered thanks to him. And most importantly my Parents."
Harry is rather surprised when he sees a tear run down the headmaster's face, and is also surprised to feel wetness on his cheeks.
"I don't want anymore secrets Dumbledore, I want you to be honest with me."
"I promise Harry, my mistakes have cost you everything you hold dear. I'll give you a magical oath too." said Dumbledore his voice melancholic. Harry nods, not knowing what a magical oath was.
"I Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore do swear on my magic, that I will no longer speak any lies, half-truths, or any of the like to Harry James Potter, so mote it be." A bright light surrounded Dumbledore, then quickly disappeared, Dumbledore cast a Lumos spell to test his magic.
"I won't send you back to the Dursleys if that's what you're asking, The Burrow's wards will be upgraded and you shall stay there for the summer, should you choose to accept it, because there is a second option."
"What's that?" asked Harry, curious of another place to stay for the summer.
"Remember when I told you about your new abilities and someone that can explain it to you, and may have even found you? Well he's.." Dumbledore is cut off by a loud thunderous crack outside.
"That must be Charles then, come now Harry, he will explain your new abilities better than I could." Dumbledore gestures for Harry to take his hand, and within seconds of taking it, they disappear with a loud crack. Apparation within Hogwarts is possible, but only for the Headmaster and who the Headmaster gives permission to.
Hogwarts Grounds
"I did not expect this place to be this beautiful" Storm says upon disembarking the XR-71
"Its got its own magical charm, you should say" Jean says jokingly.
"It has been years since I was here, I encountered Albus during my travels in England and stumbled upon the magical world. That was back in 1958." Charles remembering the times he could still walk.
A loud crack is heard, and the X-Men look at the direction to see two people.
The first person is a tall (about 6'5), about , slender, old man in bright periwinkle robes, looking exactly like a stereotypical wizard, with a long beard that is long enough to be tucked into his belt. He may not look much, but they can detect the high amounts of magical power this man holds.
The second one is of average height (5'7), quite skinny, teenage boy in a navy blue track jacket, he has long messy black hair (Think GoF), emerald green eyes framed by black round-rimmed glasses, a very handsome looking boy to say the least.
"Hello Albus, Nice to see you again." "Likewise Charles."
"Wait a minute," Harry cuts in looking at the strangers, "You're the X-Men, I've heard about you on the news."
Harry then looks at Dumbledore, and asks "The X-Men are going to be my second option?" quickly deducing what Dumbledore meant by second option.
"Yes Harry, Charles and I have been allies for as long as we can remember."Dumbledore says, and Charles asks "Do you think we could take this to your office? teleport us there perhaps?"
"I'm sorry Charles but there's way too many people, we will have to make our way there instead." Dumbledore replies.
"Okay Albus, we can explain to young Harry here his abilities. Come now friends, we can discuss this in his office."
The wizards and the mutants quickly walk out, but not before Logan puts the cloaking technology on so the Blackbird isn't spotted by any curious student.
The Wizarding World is about to be rocked when the Daily Prophet arrives, and the Wizarding World will never be quite the same after that.
Harry hasn't quite forgiven Dumbledore yet, probably after killing Voldemort he'll settle his own score with the old man. Leader of The Light be damned. For now he'll focus on the first Dark Lord he's going to kill.