Harry Potter and the Duplaticus Curse
Chapter 20 Meeting again
(My Excuse for taking so long is at the bottom of this story)
"All right Professor," Harry said, staring into Dumbledore's piercing blue eyes. Harry looked back at Ron, Seamus, Dean, and Neville.
"We'll meet you up in the Common Room, Harry," Ron said.
Dumbledore beckoned Harry into an empty classroom.
"Harry," He said. "I have to ask you something about your father."
"Yes?"
Dumbledore sat down and sighed once before continuing.
"Well, your father was an Auror, for a long time, most of his career in fact, but before he "died", he retired from being an Auror, instead he decided to study Avada Kedavra. He wanted to find a way to block Avada Kedavra, unfortunately he "died" before he was able to find a way to block it," Dumledore said bitterly.
"I know," Harry said.
"Yes, you would know that," Dumbledore said, looking at Harry. "After all, you did have the dream…"
Harry nodded.
"Anyway, I believe that the reason Lord Voldemort kept him alive was because he wanted your father to find a way to block it for him."
Harry nodded again.
"But before that I have reason to believe that your father was sent to kill you on the night of Halloween." Harry looked at his shoes.
"Do you know if he attempted to kill you?"
"Yes," Harry said, looking back up at Dumbledore.
"How do you know."
"Well, he stabbed me." Dumbledore stood up suddenly.
"He what?"
"He stabbed me sir, or rather he stabbed my Duplicate. I was hiding in the corner and I saw the whole thing. No one else saw anything, they were all asleep," Dumbledore's eyes were still blazing.
"Has he done anything else to try and kill you?" Dumbledore asked.
"Yes sir, remember the giant snow storm that we had during the Quidditch match?"
"Yes."
"I'm pretty sure that that was him." Dumbledore nodded.
"Thank you Harry, you may go." Harry turned toward the door, but then he remembered something that he wanted to ask Professor Dumbledore.
"Um… Professor, may I ask you two things?"
"Yes Harry."
"Well, how did you know that James was alive, I mean, before we told you?" Dumbledore sighed again.
"I can not tell you that Harry."
"Okay, well have you told anyone else about James?"
Dumbledore looked at Harry sternly, gazing over is half moon glasses.
"No Harry, I haven't told anyone. Now I have a question to ask you. Have you told anyone else about your father besides Ron and Hermione?"
"No sir." Dumbledore nodded, apparently deep in thought.
Harry, without another word left Dumbledore by himself in the empty classroom.
"So he hasn't told anyone," Hermione said quietly, when Harry had returned to the Gryffindor common room.
Ron had changed into some dry clothes, but Harry was still in his sopping wet robes.
"No, he hasn't told anyone," Harry said, "Now if you don't mind me, I'm going to go change. Harry walked up the spiral staircase and into the boy's dorm.
Harry had just pulled off his sopping wet robes, and was starting to pull off one of his socks, when he heard a voice from the corner.
"You're not going to win, you know."
Harry spun around. Standing there was a person that Harry knew all too well. It was James.
"You're not going to win," James repeated. "Voldemort is too strong, there is no way that you stand a chance, or your little friends."
"That's what you think," Harry snapped. He reached into his pocket and felt around for his wand.
"Don't bother going for your wand Potter," James said. "I'm not here to kill you, I'm just here to warn you. You can't escape, there is now way to escape this time."
Harry didn't say anything, he just glared at James.
"And now that Voldemort has me working for him, trying to find a way to block Avada Kedavra, he's going to be invincible."
Harry gave a soft laugh.
"You actually think that you can find a way to block Avada Kedavra," Harry snarled.
"You, of all people?"
"Why not? I'm smarter than you, and half of your teachers put together," James said slyly. "I could probably kill you right now, but it's not my job to."
"Harry?" Ron was coming up the stairs.
Harry looked at the door, expecting Ron to come bursting in at that moment. James took out his wand and with a flick of his wand, he turned invisible. When Ron came in, James slipped out.
"What's taking you so long?" Ron asked, sitting down on his bed.
"Oh, I um… got wrapped up in something else." Harry lied, pulling on some dry robes.
Ron nodded and Harry could tell that he didn't believe him. Harry walked downstairs and back into the common room.
He never told Ron and Hermione about his meeting with James. No matter how much they said that they knew how he felt, they never would know.
(A.N. Okay, here is my excuse. Holiday h-work. I hate it!!! I'm supposed to make a record of the moon, but it's really cloudy!!! And I have another story to write besides this one!!!!!! AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!)
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