Harry Potter and the Duplaticus Curse
Chapter 18 Telling Dumbledore
(A.N. After my near fatal case of writer's block, that lasted 10 minutes, I got back to typing. Anyway, in this chapter Harry, Ron and Hermione go see Professor Dumbledore Enjoy!)
"What do you mean we should tell Dumbledore?" Ron said, "I thought we agreed that we weren't going to tell anyone."
"I know, but think about it," Harry whispered, "This isn't going to stay a secret forever. And when everyone else finds out that we knew we're going to get in serious trouble for not telling anyone. We have to tell Dumbledore."
"Why don't we just tell Sirius or better yet, nobody!"
"Because, Sirius will tell Dumbledore anyway. And nobody is not an option."
"Harry come on-"
"You know that blizzard that we had today or rather, yesterday," Harry said.
"Yeah, why?"
"That was James. I think Voldemort-"
"Don't say his name," Ron hissed.
"-told him to kill me."
Ron looked at Harry in utmost disbelief.
"Harry, you're being paranoid."
"I'm being paranoid! You're the one who thought Professor Flitwick was a threat because he was walking down the hallway." Ron scowled at Harry.
"Fine!" Ron said, "We'll tell Dumbledore in the morning. Now I'm going back to sleep."
"'Night." Harry went back to his bed, but he didn't fall asleep.
"Anyway," Harry was saying. "I think that's why we should tell Dumbledore, Hermione."
Hermione had her head in her hands as though she was thinking very hard.
"You're right," She said in a quiet voice. "There's only one problem."
"What's that?" Ron asked.
"Professor Dumbledore probably won't believe us."
The three of them looked at each other. Harry knew she was right, but they had to tell him anyway. Harry got up and went to his trunk. He got out the mini pensieve that Ron had gotten him for his birthday, and put it in his bookbag. They would need it.
The three of them ate a quick breakfast (Harry only had a half a piece of toast) before walking up to the entrance to Dumbledore's office. A big, stone Gargoyle ( I just realized that Goyle is the last few letters in the word gargoyle. Well Goyle probably does look like a Gargoyle anyway.) was positioned outside of the entrance.
"Um…" Harry said, "Chocolate frogs?" The gargoyle remained motionless.
"Treacle Fudge? Sugar Quill?"
"Harry, what are you doing?" Ron asked.
"Well, the password has always been a candy, two years ago it was 'Cockroach Cluster', two years before that it was 'Lemon Drop', but I don't know what this year's password is.
The three of them started guessing the password.
"Bertie Bott's Every flavor Jelly Bean!"
"Fizzing Whizbees!"
"What are you doing?" The three of them spun around. Standing, or rather, floating there, was Professor Snape. (If you didn't read my other story, you should know that Snape was killed and that he came back to teach as a ghost).
"We need to see Professor Dumbledore," Hermione said.
"Oh really," Snape said. "And why do you need to see him?"
"Er-"
Snape all of a sudden floated through the entrance to Professor Dumbledore's office.
"Maybe he's going to go tell Dumbledore that we're here," Hermione said in false confidence.
"What dream are you living in?" Ron said. A minute later Snape floated through the door again, scowling at the three of them. When Snape was out of sight, Harry, Ron, and Hermione started guessing passwords again. But before Hermione could say "Licorice Wand." The door opened and Dumbledore's head poked out.
"Hello," Professor Dumbledore said pleasantly. "Professor Snape has just informed me that you wished to speak with me."
"Er-" Hermione said.
"Yes, we need to have a word with you," Harry said. Dumbledore stepped aside to let them in. In front of them were the winding stairs that led up to Dumbledore's office. From what Harry knew, Ron and Hermione had never been in Professor Dumbledore's office. He was right, when the four of them ascended in the spiral staircase and entered Professor Dumbledore's enormous office, Ron and Hermione stared around in awe.
"Like my office?" Professor Dumbledore said, smiling at their shocked expressions.
"Uh huh," Hermione said.
"Please sit," Professor Dumbledore said, motioning to the chair in front of his desk and drawing up two more with his wand.
"So, what is it that you wanted to speak to me about?" Dumbledore said after he sat down at his desk.
Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at each other. This was going to be harder to explain than we thought.
"Well you see," Harry said slowly, "There's this Death Eater."
"There is a lot of Death Eater's Harry, please be more specific."
"You see, this Death Eater is supposed to be dead and um… he isn't."
"Wormtail?"
"No, it's not Wormtail, but he was a friend of Wormtail."
"But not anymore," Ron said.
"And, what is this Death Eater's name?" Dumbledore asked.
"Er-" Ron and Hermione looked at Harry.
"Um… his name is… James," Harry said in a small voice.
Dumbledore stared intently at Harry for a moment.
"And how do you know that this is the name of the new Death Eater? How do you know its James?" Dumbledore asked, frowning.
"Er-I've seen him, and I had a dream," Harry said, staring back at Dumbledore.
"Indeed." At this point Harry reached into his book bag and pulled out the pensieve. The good thing about the liquid in the pensieve is that it never spills. Harry put the Pensieve on the edge of Professor Dumbledore's desk and prodded it with his wand. Two figures rose up from the silvery liquid, like they did on the train to Hogwarts. The figures reenacted the dream that Harry had so long ago at the Burrow. When the two figures were done they sank back into the bowl, Harry looked up at Dumbledore. He was sitting there, with his finger's together and his piercing blue eyes starting at the Pensieve.
"I have another dream, but that one's more personal," Harry said, looking at Ron and Hermione.
"I wish to see it, but if you don't want me to see it, I don't have to," Dumbledore said.
"I can leave the pensieve with you and you can see it if you want."
"All right," Dumbledore said, "Now you three had better get to your Herbology class." Harry, Ron and Hermione got up and let themselves out of the office. None of them spoke until they were out in the hallway.
"Do you think he believed us?" Hemione asked.
"I don't know, it seems that he did," Ron said. Harry shrugged.
After all their classes, when Ron and Harry went up to their dorm room to drop off their bags, Harry found the pensieve lying on his bed with a note attached. Harry put the note off of the Pensieve and put the pensieve in his trunk.
Then he read the note aloud.
Harry,
Thank you for the use of your Pensieve. I have been wanting to know why James joined the Death Eaters for a very long time.
Once again, thank you for the information.
Professor Dumbledore
"It sounds like he already knew that James was alive before we told him," Ron said, taking the letter from Harry.
"Yeah, it does," Harry said.