Harry Potter and the Book of Merlin

Part 2

Harry spotted his loving godfather and ran over to him. As Harry embraced him he noticed that it was only one sided. He looked up into the dog's eyes and noticed sadness in them. Harry slowly stood up and looked at the other figure in the room. Albus Dumbledore held the same sadness in his ancient eyes. As Harry stood there a small chill traveled through his body. "Whatever I was brought here for, it can't be good," he thought to himself. He looked back at his godfather, Sirius, and watched the dog slowly leave the room with his tail between his legs. Suddenly Harry felt a lonely tear fall from his green eyes. The sight of these two men so sad made him share their current emotion. "Professor, wh…what's going on?" The old mad shook his head and motioned for Harry to sit down. Nervously they both sat down and looked at one another.

In all of his life, Harry had never known Dumbledore to be at a loss for words. Finally, after what seemed like hours of silence, Dumbledore began to speak. "Harry, ever since the day that I left you at your…how should I say it… your relatives' home, I made sure that you were to be safe. I knew that someday Voldemort would somehow try to finish what he had started that night he, well the night the inci…" Dumbledore began.

"It's alright Professor. You can say it. I've finally come to terms with it, and so should everyone else. The night my parents were murdered. Like you once said, if we do not speak its name, it only grows stronger" Harry said. Dumbledore looked up at him and Harry saw the sadness in his eyes leave and instead, Dumbledore looked proud of what Harry had just said.

"Very well Harry. Ever since I left you at your relatives' home, I feared that Voldemort would come back to kill you as well. So in light of those suspicions, I placed a very powerful magic to make sure that you were kept safe." At that Dumbledore stopped at took a long breath. Harry noticed that in all the time he knew the headmaster, never had he looked his age as he did now. The sadness once again entered his eyes and Dumbledore continued. "Until a short time ago, that magic had always remained in its spot." Once again Dumbledore took another long breath. All these pauses had left Harry wondering what was so wrong that he had to be brought back to Hogwarts. "Harry, as you know at the end of last years school term I had sent Sirius to alert the "old crowd" of what happened at the Triwizard Tournament. About Mr. Diggory's death and of Voldemort's return."

At the mention of Cedric's death Harry felt a wave of guilt flow through his entire body. Even though everyone had assured him that he was not to blame for Cedric's death, Harry still felt responsible for that night. Even in his dreams Harry would still see the scene play out in his mind over and over. Dumbledore noticed Harry's reaction when he mentioned Cedric's name. "Please Harry, you must stop blaming yourself for what happened to Mr. Diggory. There was nothing you could do to stop Voldemort. No one can expect a fourth year wizard to defeat a fully trained and powerful wizard in combat." His comment helped Harry a little, but the guilt was still there in his heart and mind.

"I know Professor, but still I can't help but feel responsible. I mean I was the one that insisted on his grabbing the cup at the same time. And I had faced Voldemort twice before and got out alive. Why couldn't I help him that time?" Harry said as another tear slowly ran down his cheek. Dumbledore's face softened with sympathy.

"Harry, sometimes things that we don't want to happen, happen. I know you never wanted Cedric to die. You can't blame yourself for Voldemort's actions. There was nothing you could do. You did your best and brought him back. And yes you faced Voldemort twice before, but never in the form he was in that night. Your first encounter he was possessing Professor Quirrel's body and wasn't even strong enough to attack you himself. The second, you faced his past. You faced a boy, not a man. Harry, you must believe that there was nothing in your power that you could have done to prevent what happened." Harry looked up at the old man. Tears were freely falling, one after another from the boy's face. Dumbledore looked at the sight and felt the boy's emotions as if they were his own. "Come Mr. Potter, I think we've both had quite a day already. Go to your dorm and I shall send for you in the morning. The password is 'adaperio'." Harry nodded and left for his dorm room. Dumbledore already magically sent all his things to the room so they would be there waiting for him.

Harry slowly made his way through the halls. They were so dark and empty without the other student being there. Harry felt like he was out at night with his invisibility cloak trying to sneak into the restricted section of the library or going to see the Mirror of Erised. But this time he didn't feel the rush of excitement flowing through him. He just felt so worn out, so tired. When he got to the portrait he gave the password and went straight to his bed. When he entered the room he collapsed on the bed and cried himself to sleep.

"Wormtail! Wormtail! Ahh…there you are. Did you return the woman to her home?" Voldemort's eerie voice filled the room. Wormtail was kneeling in front of his master shaking with nervousness.

"Y---yes master. Ju---just like you ordered. It is a brilliant plan master" Wormtail replied in a shaky voice. Voldemort smiled at the sight in front of him. "Wormtail you pathetic excuse for a wizard. Of course it is a brilliant plan. I thought of it you fool!" Voldemort hissed at the figure in front of him. At the comment Wormtail's body shook even more.

"Yes, of course master. I am a fool for saying such…" Wormtail began.

"Silence!" Voldemort yelled in his whisper like voice. At once the entire room was silent. All of the Death Eaters immediately gave Voldemort their full attention. "Now, Macnair. Have you done what I asked?" Voldemort turned his attention to a Death Eater standing in a corner of the room. The hooded figure came up to Voldemort and kneeled in front oh him.

"Yes my master" Macnair replied. "I have disposed of the were-wolf."

"Good. Now we move forward from here. I grow tired of waiting for Dumbledore to strike. If he will do nothing, then he and his friends will suffer." Voldemort hissed. Smiles spread across the faces of all the hooded figures in the room, but one. Only one of the Death Eaters remained still. "Now Dumbledore, once again the move is yours" Voldemort said. A quiet evil laugh escaped his mouth and soon he whole room was laughing. All but one, only one remained silent…

Hey all. Thanks again for reading my story. And you know what I have to say, I timed myself this time. It took me 2 hours(!) to write this chapter. I know you guys can take one minute and review it. Now I know I never told you what was so important that Dumbledore made Harry come back, but I gave you some pretty big clues, You should be able to figure it out. Ok, and like before, if you want me to email you when I upload new chapters just tell me in an email or review. And of course don't forget your address. Oh yeah, and I changed chapter one a bit, and made the change (Surius---Sirius). And some other little stuff. Well thanks for reading.

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