((A/N: Hi all! I'm back with more. Mwahahahaha *cough* haha *cough* haha
*hack* *die* No just kidding! Yes. Harry's POV again. Tell me which you
like better, Harry's or Rhiannon's, k? Yes. Thanks for reviewing all!))((Oh
yes! I figured out how to make ellipses work! Go me! It's a hassle but ah
well.))
Harry stood outside Dumbledore's office nervously. Inside, he could hear Professor McGonagall and the headmaster discussing something. Professor McGonagall responded to whatever Professor Dumbledore said in heated tones, and Harry thought he could almost hear Rhiannon's name mentioned, but then dismissed it a moment later as a figment of his imagination. He settled back in the chair he'd claimed and tried to relax and think back on the last few days to see if he could figure out why he'd been called to Dumbledore's office. All he'd done was go to class and see Rhiannon...maybe that was it? But all he'd done was show her around. And Madame Pomfrey hadn't minded.
After a few minutes, Professor McGonagall opened the door to the headmaster's office, "Mr. Potter, the headmaster will see you now."
Harry stood and nodded, "Thanks Professor." He walked past her into the office and expected her to close the door and leave. Instead, she closed the door and sat down in the office. Dumbledore motioned for Harry to take a seat as well, and he complied, still puzzled.
"Harry, thank you for coming. Minerva has brought to my attention that you have spent much of your time in the company of the girl, Rhiannon," Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, steepling ((A/N: You stoopid spell- checker! Steepling is too a word!)) his fingers and looking at Harry over the rims of his glasses.
"Er...yes Professor. Is that bad?" So he'd been right, it was about Rhiannon!
"No, not exactly Harry. But..." Dumbledore paused, watching Harry carefully, "Minerva is worried about you Harry. You haven't spent any time with Hermione and Ron. Did you have a fight? Is everything alright?"
Harry, who had been staring at his feet, suddenly looked up, startled, "No, Professor! Nothings wrong. I just...wanted to make her feel welcome is all," Harry answered sincerely. "Is that bad, Professor?"
Dumbledore smiled benignly at him, "No, of course not. But..." Dumbledore searched for the right words, and then continued delicately, "Perhaps it would be wise to spend some time with your old friends? They may miss you, you know."
Harry frowned, "Did they say something to you, Professor? I...I didn't mean to ignore them!"
The headmaster hid a smile at the boy's distress. Harry was still a sweet boy, under the hero mask, but it was hard to see. Harry was the boy that everyone trusted implicitly, and he took it hard, always trying to be what everyone wanted him to be. It took a toll on him-Dumbledore could see the smudges under his eyes-but he hid it well. Although he regretted having to send Harry to the Dursleys, the headmaster knew it was a necessary step in the boy's protection. And he'd never stopped regretting it; but that was the way things went. His task while Harry was at school was to bring out the sweetness, to show Harry that not everyone expected him to play the hero.
Minerva had put it nicely, at the last staff meeting, after most of the teachers had left. "Harry has a hero complex, forced on him by the entire wizarding world. The poor boy works himself ragged trying to be who they all see him as. It's hard for him, Albus, can't we do something to help him?" Unfortunately, they were doing all they could, and it didn't seem to be enough. Dumbledore looked at the boy in front of him fondly, and realized anew how much the boy looked like James. The eyes were different, Lily had given him those; but the hair, the stubborn set of his face, the open, honest features, they were entirely James.
Harry looked at Dumbledore, perplexed. The headmaster had been watching him with a strange smile, and it was a little odd. "Professor?"
Dumbledore blinked and smiled again, "My apologies, Harry. I was just...reminiscing. Well." The headmaster leaned back in his chair again, "I'm glad we had this chat. Thank you Harry."
Harry stood, "Thank you Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall. I'll try to keep what you said in mind." With a last smile, Harry turned and left.
Professor McGonagall settled back in her chair, looking at Dumbledore curiously, "Well Albus, what do you think? Out with it! How is he?"
Dumbledore smiled calmly, "Patience, Minerva, is a virtue-"
"And time is precious, Albus! Is he alright?" The Transfiguration teacher pressed.
"The boy is fine, Minerva. A little in love, if I read him correctly, which I believe I did. But otherwise fine. What did you think?"
Professor McGonagall thought for a moment, reviewing the conversation, "I think...I think he is troubled by something, but it's nothing new. He's a sweet boy, Harry, but there's so much pressure on him to do what's right! It must be so difficult for him. But he has Ms. Granger and Mr. Weasley and they have always been there for him. I suppose he is in love; quite amusing, isn't it Albus?" She smiled then, "But on the whole, I suppose he's dealing quite well."
"I'm glad you're pleased with our examination, Minerva. I hope we brought Rhiannon here for the right reasons."
((A/N: So there ya go. This was mainly about Harry, I suppose. I wanted to write about something a little different. Yes. Well.I was gonna say-oh yes! I guess I put a lot of emphasis on how hard it is for Harry being a hero ^ ^ If it bugs you, gomen. But that's just what I think. Yes. Well bye!))
Harry stood outside Dumbledore's office nervously. Inside, he could hear Professor McGonagall and the headmaster discussing something. Professor McGonagall responded to whatever Professor Dumbledore said in heated tones, and Harry thought he could almost hear Rhiannon's name mentioned, but then dismissed it a moment later as a figment of his imagination. He settled back in the chair he'd claimed and tried to relax and think back on the last few days to see if he could figure out why he'd been called to Dumbledore's office. All he'd done was go to class and see Rhiannon...maybe that was it? But all he'd done was show her around. And Madame Pomfrey hadn't minded.
After a few minutes, Professor McGonagall opened the door to the headmaster's office, "Mr. Potter, the headmaster will see you now."
Harry stood and nodded, "Thanks Professor." He walked past her into the office and expected her to close the door and leave. Instead, she closed the door and sat down in the office. Dumbledore motioned for Harry to take a seat as well, and he complied, still puzzled.
"Harry, thank you for coming. Minerva has brought to my attention that you have spent much of your time in the company of the girl, Rhiannon," Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, steepling ((A/N: You stoopid spell- checker! Steepling is too a word!)) his fingers and looking at Harry over the rims of his glasses.
"Er...yes Professor. Is that bad?" So he'd been right, it was about Rhiannon!
"No, not exactly Harry. But..." Dumbledore paused, watching Harry carefully, "Minerva is worried about you Harry. You haven't spent any time with Hermione and Ron. Did you have a fight? Is everything alright?"
Harry, who had been staring at his feet, suddenly looked up, startled, "No, Professor! Nothings wrong. I just...wanted to make her feel welcome is all," Harry answered sincerely. "Is that bad, Professor?"
Dumbledore smiled benignly at him, "No, of course not. But..." Dumbledore searched for the right words, and then continued delicately, "Perhaps it would be wise to spend some time with your old friends? They may miss you, you know."
Harry frowned, "Did they say something to you, Professor? I...I didn't mean to ignore them!"
The headmaster hid a smile at the boy's distress. Harry was still a sweet boy, under the hero mask, but it was hard to see. Harry was the boy that everyone trusted implicitly, and he took it hard, always trying to be what everyone wanted him to be. It took a toll on him-Dumbledore could see the smudges under his eyes-but he hid it well. Although he regretted having to send Harry to the Dursleys, the headmaster knew it was a necessary step in the boy's protection. And he'd never stopped regretting it; but that was the way things went. His task while Harry was at school was to bring out the sweetness, to show Harry that not everyone expected him to play the hero.
Minerva had put it nicely, at the last staff meeting, after most of the teachers had left. "Harry has a hero complex, forced on him by the entire wizarding world. The poor boy works himself ragged trying to be who they all see him as. It's hard for him, Albus, can't we do something to help him?" Unfortunately, they were doing all they could, and it didn't seem to be enough. Dumbledore looked at the boy in front of him fondly, and realized anew how much the boy looked like James. The eyes were different, Lily had given him those; but the hair, the stubborn set of his face, the open, honest features, they were entirely James.
Harry looked at Dumbledore, perplexed. The headmaster had been watching him with a strange smile, and it was a little odd. "Professor?"
Dumbledore blinked and smiled again, "My apologies, Harry. I was just...reminiscing. Well." The headmaster leaned back in his chair again, "I'm glad we had this chat. Thank you Harry."
Harry stood, "Thank you Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall. I'll try to keep what you said in mind." With a last smile, Harry turned and left.
Professor McGonagall settled back in her chair, looking at Dumbledore curiously, "Well Albus, what do you think? Out with it! How is he?"
Dumbledore smiled calmly, "Patience, Minerva, is a virtue-"
"And time is precious, Albus! Is he alright?" The Transfiguration teacher pressed.
"The boy is fine, Minerva. A little in love, if I read him correctly, which I believe I did. But otherwise fine. What did you think?"
Professor McGonagall thought for a moment, reviewing the conversation, "I think...I think he is troubled by something, but it's nothing new. He's a sweet boy, Harry, but there's so much pressure on him to do what's right! It must be so difficult for him. But he has Ms. Granger and Mr. Weasley and they have always been there for him. I suppose he is in love; quite amusing, isn't it Albus?" She smiled then, "But on the whole, I suppose he's dealing quite well."
"I'm glad you're pleased with our examination, Minerva. I hope we brought Rhiannon here for the right reasons."
((A/N: So there ya go. This was mainly about Harry, I suppose. I wanted to write about something a little different. Yes. Well.I was gonna say-oh yes! I guess I put a lot of emphasis on how hard it is for Harry being a hero ^ ^ If it bugs you, gomen. But that's just what I think. Yes. Well bye!))