Chapter 6: The Rescue
Harry was running desperately towards the exit in the Great Hall. Adrenaline pumping through his veins, fueling his body with energy. The air started to prick his face as his pace increased once again. The door that led outside the castle was already opened, something Harry could never remember happening before, but at this moment the thought never even crossed his mind.
"Mr Potter, what in Merlins' name are you doing out of bed."
Harry skidded to a stop as the stern voice of Professor McGonagall interrupted his thoughts. "I have to go Professor!" The desperation in Harry's voice was clearly noticeable, his green eyes were more lived then ever, and his breathing was faster then normal.
"Your delusional Mr Potter, lets get you some rest and give you time to clear your thoughts. I do not think you should be out of bed at this hour." Professor McGonagalls usually stern face, was now replaced with one of worry. Tears could be seen forming in her eyes 'He's gone mad' she thought.
"I have to find her Professor, I have to" the desperation in Harry's voice was clear, tears were flowing down his face.
"Find who?" McGonagall put a hand on Harry's shoulder and slowly nudged him away from the door.
"I...I don't know who she is Professor, I can't explain it but I have to get to New York. I'm not crazy, she's in danger, I can feel it." Harry was pleading with the Professor, hoping that she would let him leave, keeping him from having to force his way out.
'How could he know' McGonagall thought "How do you know all this?"
"I could feel her essence when I was in stasis, I didn't find her until know. She's in grave danger Professor, I can feel it. I won't lose another family member, not when I can do something about it."
McGonagall new better then to argue, determination and courage was evident on his features. "She is your twin Harry, she is at Salems Institute for the Magically Astute. It fell to Death Eaters a few days ago."
Harry was in shock, this is too much, just when I find out I have a family something like this happens. "Where is Professor Dumbledore?" Harry asked, Dumbledore would have the answer, he always does.
"He left on a rescue mission to Salems yesterday morning, he should have been back by know, I'm worried."
"I have to go Professor, I have to save my sister" Harry pleaded.
"It is too dangerous, I simply can't allow it. Anyways, your wand was destroyed in that Inferno on the Quidditch Pitch, along with your broom. How do you expect to get there, let alone defend yourself?"
"I'll find a way to get there, and for defending myself, I think I'll be just fine . . . I'm going Professor, and nobody can stop me."
"Well you'd better hurry up then, I think there are some creatures outside that would love to help you" McGonagall pushed Harry towards the exit "Go, before it is too late."
Harry flashed her a smile of gratitude and started running towards the Quidditch Pitch. He would ask the Dragons to take him, hopefully they will understand. Or at least not kill him.
A powerful gust of wind coming from behind Harry thrust him towards the ground. Turning around he saw a gigantic Hungarian Horntail looming over him. His blood red eyes were a little larger then his head, Harry could feel them piercing through his body, sizing him up. This Horntail was 3 times the size of the one he faced last year in the Triwizard Tournament. It took all the courage Harry could muster in order to return its glare. This startled the Dragon, Harry could sense it.
*My name is Harry Potter, what is your name?* Way to go Harry, ask the Dragon that wants to eat you his fuckin name, why don't you ask him if he wants some tea while your at it? Harry smirked at this thought, which once again startled the Dragon.
*You are very brave, or very foolish to laugh at a Dragon in his face* the Dragon sounded noble, as if he were a cut above the rest of society. Harry could feel his persona and sense the same tone to his voice as that of a Malfoy.
*What do you think?* Harry got up and faced the Dragon, maintaining his eye contact as he did.
The Dragon just smirked *You are brave, I can sense it. My name is Wishsong. I have lived for hundreds of years, our meeting was foretold by the Great Dragon himself. I am pleased to meet you and am forever at your service Young Master.*
*What the hell are you talking about?* Harry was a little confused, and a bit startled at his straight forwardness.
*I shall explain it on a later date, but now I sense that we have more urgent matters to deal with, do we not?*
*Yes, of course. I have to get to Salems Institute for the Magically Astute, Death Eaters have taken over the school and my friends are in grave danger.*
The Dragon unleashed a tremendous roar that shook the very earth *I hate Death Eaters, they are responsible for killing most of my kind, when we refused to join them. I will aid you, climb on my neck and we will arrive there before dawn.*
Harry nodded, his ears were tingling from the deafening roar, and he was finding it hard to hear. He climbed onto the Dragons neck when he lowered it to the ground. With a push of from its mighty wings they were air born.
"Harry wait, you'll need this" Professor McGonagall was riding a school broom next to Harry and she levitated the Sword of Gryffindor to him.
Harry thanked the Professor, and reassured Wishsong that she was not threat (he was about to take her head off).
Harry fell asleep almost as soon as they took off, he was surprisingly tired, even after walking up from a several month long sleep.
Harry was nudged awake by Wishsong several hours later. The sun was just about ready to rise, the first rays of light were creeping from the horizon. *We have arrived Young Master.*
Harry looked up to see that they had landed in a clearing, surrounded by trees. He saw the towers of a castle, slightly smaller then Hogwarts a short distance away. *Wait here, while I take a look around. If I need help I'll give you some sort of signal, you'll know when you see it.* Harry told the Dragon, who just nodded his understanding.
Creeping along the outside of the castle Harry saw tents full of sleeping people, who he assumed to be Death Eaters. Snores could be heard coming from all the tents. Harry wished that he had been smart enough to bring his Invisibility Cloak, he scolded himself for being so absent minded, as he crept around the camp and towards the door to the castle.
He crossed the drawbridge that spanned around the now empty moat. His grip on his sword tightened as he heard footsteps approaching from inside the castle. He hurried over to the door and hid behind it. A Death Eater walked out of the door, Harry struck him on the head with the handle of his sword, knocking him out. Not bothering to move the body Harry made his way into the castle.
Death Eaters were everywhere and he had to patiently make his way through the winding passages. While hiding one of the banisters Harry overheard a conversation between a group of Death Eaters, he discovered that all the prisoners were being held in the North Tower. He also found out that they had managed to capture Dumbledore and many other people by threatening to hurt their prisoners, and that Voldemort himself would be arriving at night to inspect their work.
Harry made his way to the tower with little interference. Climbing up the stairs Harry was intercepted by two guards. "What do you thing you are doing boy" the taller of the two sneered, as they both pointed their wands at Harry. Their eyes traveled up to his scar as they let out a gasp but quickly recovered and fired curses at Harry, which he easily deflected with his sword. The guards advanced, and Harry had to retreat backward down the stairs, his sword aimed in the direction of the guards. He desperately searched for the magic which he new was inside him somewhere. Harry called to it for help, to finish the job it started when it found his sister. Almost immediately his magic answered, as if it had a mind of its own it sprang forth from Harry's outstretched hand and ensnared the two dark wizards in a pure white flame.
There screams of pain echoed through hallway, Harry sprang by them, cutting them with his sword as he did and made his way to the door they were guarding. He turned around just in time to see the guards disintegrate into nothing, as the flame died down, leaving no sign of what happened except for the burn mark on the stone floor.
Harry Potter had taken a life, he had killed somebody. Shaking his head and pushing the thoughts to the back of his mind Harry blasted the door open with the white flame. He walked through the opening, smoke distorted his vision, he couldn't see much, except for the light coming from the windows. Coughing sounds could be heard around the room, Harry threw some flame at the windows, obliterating them and allowing a path for the dust to exit.
When the dust cleared Harry could make out several chained figures around the circular room.
"Ah Mr Potter, how was your nap?" Harry walked towards the voice to find Dumbledore in shackles, sitting on the floor.
"Hello Professor, it's good to see you" Harry smiled at his friend and mentor. He swiftly cut the shackles which bound the old mans arms, legs and hands with his sword, and proceeded to help him stand.
"We must make hast Harry, Voldemort himself will be arriving at nightfall" Dumbledore pulled out his wand from his pocket and proceeded to remove the shackles on the other prisoners. At the end there were a bit over 60 prisoners, around 15 of them were adults, and the rest children. Harry noticed the girl in his vision standing at the back of the group. She must have been untied by Dumbledore Harry thought. She looked just like his mother, except for the raven black hair, her emerald green eyes were a perfect match with Harry's own. A smile crept onto his face, he had a family.
"Lets get a move on before the rest of the Death Eaters realize what is happening" Dumbledore lead the others out the door, with Harry following at his heels. "What happened to the guards?" Dumbledore asked, looking towards the two burn marks on the stone floor.
Harry hung his head in shame "I'll tell you later" was all he said, and Dumbledore understood.
Harry quickly took the lead, quickly making his way down the spiral stone staircase from which he climbed the tower in the first place. Shouts of alarm could be heard as they moved down the staircase, and soon the sounds of footsteps echoed through the tower. "There comming" Harry whispered, his sword was in front of him, ready to strike at whatever may appear. The first Death Eater ran headlong into the company, not excepting them to be there. Harry quickly drove his sword into the masked man, not giving anyone time to react.
The Death Eater gave a shout with his dying breath, more Death Eaters could be heard, running up the stairs. They'll be ready this time Harry thought. He tried once again to use the wishsong, it was hard to call the magic and fight the Death Eaters at the same time but somehow Harry managed. The familiar warmth swept through Harry's body as his magic answered his call. The familiar pure white flame erupted from his hands and swept down the stairwell. Burning everything and anything it touched. Screams of pain could be heard from the people bellow.
Harry was finding it difficult to keep going, the fire had taken a lot out of him. His face was covered in sweat, causing his hair to cling to his head for the first time in his life. He was also finding it a bit difficult to life the Sword of Gryffindor.
The group continued down the stairs and exited the tower. All that was left were the burn marks across the stone walls and floor. There was no sign of the Death Eaters any where. They continued down the hall without any obstacle. They all must have been in the tower, Harry shuddered at the thought of all the people he had killed.
Dumbledore called everyone to a halt, him and a few other adults searched through on of the rooms they had passed and emerged with a box full of wands. They were all handed out until the box was empty. Everyone had a wand except Harry.
They left the castle much the same way Harry entered. As they crossed the drawbridge Harry saw hundreds of hooded people wearing white masks waiting for them, wands fixed towards them.
"Wands up, get ready to defend your selves" came Dumbledore surprisingly calm voice. Harry was glad that at least someone was here to take charge. Harry summoned his magic once again, it came much faster then usual, and fired a pillar of fire into the sky.
The Death Eaters stepped back for a moment, startled at the display of magic. "It's going to take much more then that to scare us Mr Potter" one of them laughed. Causing the rest of the dark wizards to regain their composure.
Harry just smiled, Wishsong was approaching from behind the Death Eaters. Ready to attack when given the command.
"I'm giving you two the count of 3 to surrender, or you will meet the same fate as your comrades inside" Harry yelled, with a new found confidence spurred by the fact that Wishsong was on his side.
The Death Eaters found this very amusing "And how do you expect to make us surrender boy?" they continued to laugh Harry.
"ONE . . . TWO . . . THREE" The instant Harry finished counting Wishsong gave an ear-splitting roar, and pounced upon the unprepared Death Eaters. The Dragons fire ripped through their bodies, much like his own, except for the fact that it left charred bodies as witnesses to the slaughter. The remaining Death Eaters quickly apparated. Soon after both the British and American Ministry of Magic Auror's arrived.
They took Dumbledore as aside for questioning, and Harry was left with the group of Order members, teachers and students. He left the group, and made his way over to the edge of the forest. His mind was too burdened with the events of the previous morning, Harry sat down on a fallen tree and thought things over. He didn't know how many people he had killed, but Harry knew they were many. The fact that he took a life troubled him, it was as if he were no different then Voldemort himself. Who killed his parents several years ago, leaving him an orphan, these Death Eaters must have had a family. He did to them what had been done to him, he was the same as the very man who he hated the most.
Tears were flowing down Harry's face, he didn't care. Nothing mattered anymore, he had changed, he had become the very thing he hated most, he didn't know who he was. I've never truly known who I really am Harry thought, all those years with the Dursleys, not knowing I had magical abilities, the magic he could control without his wand, and now the arrival of this girl who shared his own magical signature, had emerald green eyes and raven black hair. How much could still be hidden from him. It must be significant enough to catch Voldemorts attention, have him try and kill a baby, and yet fail miserably. That was another question Harry thought, how did he survive the one curse that could never be stopped. He was the only one in history that ever managed to survive the curse, why?
Harry felt a hand rest on his shoulder, he looked up to find Dumbledores wise face smiling down on him. "You saved us Harry, thanks to you so many lives were saved, all because of your courage."
"Many lives were lost because of me" Harry spat, not able to control his anger. "I have done exactly what I have been fearing for many years, I am a murderer Professor, I did too somany what Voldemort did to me, I'll never be able to forgive myself, never."
Dumbledore just chuckled "You are nothing like Voldemort Harry nothing. I shouldn't even have to tell you this but I will. Yes, I admit that you have taken lives, but do not think for a split second that those people would have spared the lives of anyone of the hostages if they had the chance. Don't even dwell on the fact that the Death Eaters would have given us the pleasure of a painless death. No Harry you are nothing like them, or him. You feel remorse for your actions, you feel pity for those affected by the deaths, and you take the burden of peoples well-being on your shoulders. Your are nothing like Voldemort, and you never will be."
Harry couldn't help but smile, his doubts about his action were washed away by the Professor, but many still remained. "Professor, I need to know the truth about myself, I know you must have had your reasons to keep it from me, but I can't wait anymore. It's eating me up inside Professor I know you are the one who can tell me."
Dumbledore studied Harry, looking at the young boy. He held such burdens on his shoulders, ones no boy should have to bear. It was time to tell him, the boy was right. "Before I say anything I must tell you that I have kept this knowledge inside me for many years now, wanting to tell someone, mainly you. I think that now is the best time to let you know Harry . . . I'm going to tell you everything."
[AUTHORS NOTE] LMAO . . . like the cliffhanger?
Harry was running desperately towards the exit in the Great Hall. Adrenaline pumping through his veins, fueling his body with energy. The air started to prick his face as his pace increased once again. The door that led outside the castle was already opened, something Harry could never remember happening before, but at this moment the thought never even crossed his mind.
"Mr Potter, what in Merlins' name are you doing out of bed."
Harry skidded to a stop as the stern voice of Professor McGonagall interrupted his thoughts. "I have to go Professor!" The desperation in Harry's voice was clearly noticeable, his green eyes were more lived then ever, and his breathing was faster then normal.
"Your delusional Mr Potter, lets get you some rest and give you time to clear your thoughts. I do not think you should be out of bed at this hour." Professor McGonagalls usually stern face, was now replaced with one of worry. Tears could be seen forming in her eyes 'He's gone mad' she thought.
"I have to find her Professor, I have to" the desperation in Harry's voice was clear, tears were flowing down his face.
"Find who?" McGonagall put a hand on Harry's shoulder and slowly nudged him away from the door.
"I...I don't know who she is Professor, I can't explain it but I have to get to New York. I'm not crazy, she's in danger, I can feel it." Harry was pleading with the Professor, hoping that she would let him leave, keeping him from having to force his way out.
'How could he know' McGonagall thought "How do you know all this?"
"I could feel her essence when I was in stasis, I didn't find her until know. She's in grave danger Professor, I can feel it. I won't lose another family member, not when I can do something about it."
McGonagall new better then to argue, determination and courage was evident on his features. "She is your twin Harry, she is at Salems Institute for the Magically Astute. It fell to Death Eaters a few days ago."
Harry was in shock, this is too much, just when I find out I have a family something like this happens. "Where is Professor Dumbledore?" Harry asked, Dumbledore would have the answer, he always does.
"He left on a rescue mission to Salems yesterday morning, he should have been back by know, I'm worried."
"I have to go Professor, I have to save my sister" Harry pleaded.
"It is too dangerous, I simply can't allow it. Anyways, your wand was destroyed in that Inferno on the Quidditch Pitch, along with your broom. How do you expect to get there, let alone defend yourself?"
"I'll find a way to get there, and for defending myself, I think I'll be just fine . . . I'm going Professor, and nobody can stop me."
"Well you'd better hurry up then, I think there are some creatures outside that would love to help you" McGonagall pushed Harry towards the exit "Go, before it is too late."
Harry flashed her a smile of gratitude and started running towards the Quidditch Pitch. He would ask the Dragons to take him, hopefully they will understand. Or at least not kill him.
A powerful gust of wind coming from behind Harry thrust him towards the ground. Turning around he saw a gigantic Hungarian Horntail looming over him. His blood red eyes were a little larger then his head, Harry could feel them piercing through his body, sizing him up. This Horntail was 3 times the size of the one he faced last year in the Triwizard Tournament. It took all the courage Harry could muster in order to return its glare. This startled the Dragon, Harry could sense it.
*My name is Harry Potter, what is your name?* Way to go Harry, ask the Dragon that wants to eat you his fuckin name, why don't you ask him if he wants some tea while your at it? Harry smirked at this thought, which once again startled the Dragon.
*You are very brave, or very foolish to laugh at a Dragon in his face* the Dragon sounded noble, as if he were a cut above the rest of society. Harry could feel his persona and sense the same tone to his voice as that of a Malfoy.
*What do you think?* Harry got up and faced the Dragon, maintaining his eye contact as he did.
The Dragon just smirked *You are brave, I can sense it. My name is Wishsong. I have lived for hundreds of years, our meeting was foretold by the Great Dragon himself. I am pleased to meet you and am forever at your service Young Master.*
*What the hell are you talking about?* Harry was a little confused, and a bit startled at his straight forwardness.
*I shall explain it on a later date, but now I sense that we have more urgent matters to deal with, do we not?*
*Yes, of course. I have to get to Salems Institute for the Magically Astute, Death Eaters have taken over the school and my friends are in grave danger.*
The Dragon unleashed a tremendous roar that shook the very earth *I hate Death Eaters, they are responsible for killing most of my kind, when we refused to join them. I will aid you, climb on my neck and we will arrive there before dawn.*
Harry nodded, his ears were tingling from the deafening roar, and he was finding it hard to hear. He climbed onto the Dragons neck when he lowered it to the ground. With a push of from its mighty wings they were air born.
"Harry wait, you'll need this" Professor McGonagall was riding a school broom next to Harry and she levitated the Sword of Gryffindor to him.
Harry thanked the Professor, and reassured Wishsong that she was not threat (he was about to take her head off).
Harry fell asleep almost as soon as they took off, he was surprisingly tired, even after walking up from a several month long sleep.
Harry was nudged awake by Wishsong several hours later. The sun was just about ready to rise, the first rays of light were creeping from the horizon. *We have arrived Young Master.*
Harry looked up to see that they had landed in a clearing, surrounded by trees. He saw the towers of a castle, slightly smaller then Hogwarts a short distance away. *Wait here, while I take a look around. If I need help I'll give you some sort of signal, you'll know when you see it.* Harry told the Dragon, who just nodded his understanding.
Creeping along the outside of the castle Harry saw tents full of sleeping people, who he assumed to be Death Eaters. Snores could be heard coming from all the tents. Harry wished that he had been smart enough to bring his Invisibility Cloak, he scolded himself for being so absent minded, as he crept around the camp and towards the door to the castle.
He crossed the drawbridge that spanned around the now empty moat. His grip on his sword tightened as he heard footsteps approaching from inside the castle. He hurried over to the door and hid behind it. A Death Eater walked out of the door, Harry struck him on the head with the handle of his sword, knocking him out. Not bothering to move the body Harry made his way into the castle.
Death Eaters were everywhere and he had to patiently make his way through the winding passages. While hiding one of the banisters Harry overheard a conversation between a group of Death Eaters, he discovered that all the prisoners were being held in the North Tower. He also found out that they had managed to capture Dumbledore and many other people by threatening to hurt their prisoners, and that Voldemort himself would be arriving at night to inspect their work.
Harry made his way to the tower with little interference. Climbing up the stairs Harry was intercepted by two guards. "What do you thing you are doing boy" the taller of the two sneered, as they both pointed their wands at Harry. Their eyes traveled up to his scar as they let out a gasp but quickly recovered and fired curses at Harry, which he easily deflected with his sword. The guards advanced, and Harry had to retreat backward down the stairs, his sword aimed in the direction of the guards. He desperately searched for the magic which he new was inside him somewhere. Harry called to it for help, to finish the job it started when it found his sister. Almost immediately his magic answered, as if it had a mind of its own it sprang forth from Harry's outstretched hand and ensnared the two dark wizards in a pure white flame.
There screams of pain echoed through hallway, Harry sprang by them, cutting them with his sword as he did and made his way to the door they were guarding. He turned around just in time to see the guards disintegrate into nothing, as the flame died down, leaving no sign of what happened except for the burn mark on the stone floor.
Harry Potter had taken a life, he had killed somebody. Shaking his head and pushing the thoughts to the back of his mind Harry blasted the door open with the white flame. He walked through the opening, smoke distorted his vision, he couldn't see much, except for the light coming from the windows. Coughing sounds could be heard around the room, Harry threw some flame at the windows, obliterating them and allowing a path for the dust to exit.
When the dust cleared Harry could make out several chained figures around the circular room.
"Ah Mr Potter, how was your nap?" Harry walked towards the voice to find Dumbledore in shackles, sitting on the floor.
"Hello Professor, it's good to see you" Harry smiled at his friend and mentor. He swiftly cut the shackles which bound the old mans arms, legs and hands with his sword, and proceeded to help him stand.
"We must make hast Harry, Voldemort himself will be arriving at nightfall" Dumbledore pulled out his wand from his pocket and proceeded to remove the shackles on the other prisoners. At the end there were a bit over 60 prisoners, around 15 of them were adults, and the rest children. Harry noticed the girl in his vision standing at the back of the group. She must have been untied by Dumbledore Harry thought. She looked just like his mother, except for the raven black hair, her emerald green eyes were a perfect match with Harry's own. A smile crept onto his face, he had a family.
"Lets get a move on before the rest of the Death Eaters realize what is happening" Dumbledore lead the others out the door, with Harry following at his heels. "What happened to the guards?" Dumbledore asked, looking towards the two burn marks on the stone floor.
Harry hung his head in shame "I'll tell you later" was all he said, and Dumbledore understood.
Harry quickly took the lead, quickly making his way down the spiral stone staircase from which he climbed the tower in the first place. Shouts of alarm could be heard as they moved down the staircase, and soon the sounds of footsteps echoed through the tower. "There comming" Harry whispered, his sword was in front of him, ready to strike at whatever may appear. The first Death Eater ran headlong into the company, not excepting them to be there. Harry quickly drove his sword into the masked man, not giving anyone time to react.
The Death Eater gave a shout with his dying breath, more Death Eaters could be heard, running up the stairs. They'll be ready this time Harry thought. He tried once again to use the wishsong, it was hard to call the magic and fight the Death Eaters at the same time but somehow Harry managed. The familiar warmth swept through Harry's body as his magic answered his call. The familiar pure white flame erupted from his hands and swept down the stairwell. Burning everything and anything it touched. Screams of pain could be heard from the people bellow.
Harry was finding it difficult to keep going, the fire had taken a lot out of him. His face was covered in sweat, causing his hair to cling to his head for the first time in his life. He was also finding it a bit difficult to life the Sword of Gryffindor.
The group continued down the stairs and exited the tower. All that was left were the burn marks across the stone walls and floor. There was no sign of the Death Eaters any where. They continued down the hall without any obstacle. They all must have been in the tower, Harry shuddered at the thought of all the people he had killed.
Dumbledore called everyone to a halt, him and a few other adults searched through on of the rooms they had passed and emerged with a box full of wands. They were all handed out until the box was empty. Everyone had a wand except Harry.
They left the castle much the same way Harry entered. As they crossed the drawbridge Harry saw hundreds of hooded people wearing white masks waiting for them, wands fixed towards them.
"Wands up, get ready to defend your selves" came Dumbledore surprisingly calm voice. Harry was glad that at least someone was here to take charge. Harry summoned his magic once again, it came much faster then usual, and fired a pillar of fire into the sky.
The Death Eaters stepped back for a moment, startled at the display of magic. "It's going to take much more then that to scare us Mr Potter" one of them laughed. Causing the rest of the dark wizards to regain their composure.
Harry just smiled, Wishsong was approaching from behind the Death Eaters. Ready to attack when given the command.
"I'm giving you two the count of 3 to surrender, or you will meet the same fate as your comrades inside" Harry yelled, with a new found confidence spurred by the fact that Wishsong was on his side.
The Death Eaters found this very amusing "And how do you expect to make us surrender boy?" they continued to laugh Harry.
"ONE . . . TWO . . . THREE" The instant Harry finished counting Wishsong gave an ear-splitting roar, and pounced upon the unprepared Death Eaters. The Dragons fire ripped through their bodies, much like his own, except for the fact that it left charred bodies as witnesses to the slaughter. The remaining Death Eaters quickly apparated. Soon after both the British and American Ministry of Magic Auror's arrived.
They took Dumbledore as aside for questioning, and Harry was left with the group of Order members, teachers and students. He left the group, and made his way over to the edge of the forest. His mind was too burdened with the events of the previous morning, Harry sat down on a fallen tree and thought things over. He didn't know how many people he had killed, but Harry knew they were many. The fact that he took a life troubled him, it was as if he were no different then Voldemort himself. Who killed his parents several years ago, leaving him an orphan, these Death Eaters must have had a family. He did to them what had been done to him, he was the same as the very man who he hated the most.
Tears were flowing down Harry's face, he didn't care. Nothing mattered anymore, he had changed, he had become the very thing he hated most, he didn't know who he was. I've never truly known who I really am Harry thought, all those years with the Dursleys, not knowing I had magical abilities, the magic he could control without his wand, and now the arrival of this girl who shared his own magical signature, had emerald green eyes and raven black hair. How much could still be hidden from him. It must be significant enough to catch Voldemorts attention, have him try and kill a baby, and yet fail miserably. That was another question Harry thought, how did he survive the one curse that could never be stopped. He was the only one in history that ever managed to survive the curse, why?
Harry felt a hand rest on his shoulder, he looked up to find Dumbledores wise face smiling down on him. "You saved us Harry, thanks to you so many lives were saved, all because of your courage."
"Many lives were lost because of me" Harry spat, not able to control his anger. "I have done exactly what I have been fearing for many years, I am a murderer Professor, I did too somany what Voldemort did to me, I'll never be able to forgive myself, never."
Dumbledore just chuckled "You are nothing like Voldemort Harry nothing. I shouldn't even have to tell you this but I will. Yes, I admit that you have taken lives, but do not think for a split second that those people would have spared the lives of anyone of the hostages if they had the chance. Don't even dwell on the fact that the Death Eaters would have given us the pleasure of a painless death. No Harry you are nothing like them, or him. You feel remorse for your actions, you feel pity for those affected by the deaths, and you take the burden of peoples well-being on your shoulders. Your are nothing like Voldemort, and you never will be."
Harry couldn't help but smile, his doubts about his action were washed away by the Professor, but many still remained. "Professor, I need to know the truth about myself, I know you must have had your reasons to keep it from me, but I can't wait anymore. It's eating me up inside Professor I know you are the one who can tell me."
Dumbledore studied Harry, looking at the young boy. He held such burdens on his shoulders, ones no boy should have to bear. It was time to tell him, the boy was right. "Before I say anything I must tell you that I have kept this knowledge inside me for many years now, wanting to tell someone, mainly you. I think that now is the best time to let you know Harry . . . I'm going to tell you everything."
[AUTHORS NOTE] LMAO . . . like the cliffhanger?
