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Oh, Yes, Dumbledore is finally in this!
Harry Potter: Sixth Year-Chapter 7
Monday-Great Hall-Breakfast. Harry, Hermione and Ron came into the hall and sit at the Gryfindor table.
"Hey Harry, ave you seen the prophet, yet, huh, Harry, have you?" Colin Creevey asked excitedly.
"No Colin, I haven't," Harry answered exasperated. Hermione recieved her usual copy of the prophet at that moment.
"Hermione, can I see your paper?" then he yells at the hall, "Why's everyone staring at me? Go back to your breakfast," she hands him the paper, "Thanks," he mutters.
The headline reads, 'HARRY POTTER BREAKS HOGWARTS AND INTERNATIONAL RECORDS.'
"Damn," then he proceeds to bang his head on the table, with each bang muttering, "why? why?"
Ron and Hermione grab his shoulders and force him to sit up.
"It's not that bad, Harry," Ron says.
"Yeah, at least it's good publicity," Hermione adds.
"No publicity is good publicity for me," he replies.
"At least there not saying your crazy, mate," Ron answers.
"And there not making up all kinds of lies," Hermione concludes, after quickly reading the acompaning article.
"Harry you did an awesome thing, not even Krum's done it, and we beat Slytherin in record time, five matches in a row against them," Ron happily says.
"Guess your right, five years, we've beat Slytherin, it's great."
"You don't care about the record, do you Harry?" Hermione asked.
"Honestly, it's cool, but it dosen't matter, when I could be dead tomorrow."
"Harry, shut up," Ron complains.
"But it's true, and you know it, everyone knows it."
*~*~*
"Well, good evening, Mr. Potter, how are you?"
"Just Bloody Fantastic, Professor," Harry replied, his voice dripping with sarcasim.
"As I guessed, considering you were beating your head on the breakfast table, just a few days ago, what is the problem, Harry?"
"Everything of course, what can go right for Harry Potter, the bloody boy who lived?"
"You did have an excellent quidditich match the other day."
"Oh, just what I needed more bloody praise, if it's not the bloody prophet, it's something or someone else. Do I want the praise, do I deserve it, do I need it, no, I just want to be left the bloody hell alone."
"I thought you'd be happy, proud even to break your Dad's record."
"Oh yeah, don't even get me started, my Dad was an arse, I saw in the Pensive, as bad as Dudley, he put Snape through the type of torment, I've grown up with, just with magic, it's just so wonderful."
"I think you have some misconceptions."
"Oh, Really, what?"
"You did not see both sides, you saw one of many views, one of many situations."
"Really Headmaster, and what are the others?"
"Oh, perhaps Severus's comebacks to the Marauders, those boys tormented each other from their first to last day at Hogwarts, yes, your fther did lighten up on the torture once he got with your mother, but the two still loathed one another, cursing the other every chance they got, mind Severus was on the recieving end more, due to something or the other, your Father and Professor Snape were quite similar to yourself and Mr. Malfoy, and Mr. Weasley could easily be Sirius, in the sense of loyalty and friendship, and Miss Granger could be compared to Remus Lupin, the level-headed one of the Marauders, though she could also be compared to your mother, trying to protect house elves rather then Slytherins," Dumbledore laughed at all this, then continued,
"So many people similar to ones before them, but so drasticly different, you don't desire the attentions as your father did, you shun it as if it were a plague, while he embraced it."
"Why does any of this matter, who cares if we're similar in some ways, we are not duplicates, I am not James, no matter how much Snape may think so."
"Professor Snape, Harry. It matters because I thought you'd like to know more, you look like your father, but that's about all, you have had a much different life... then either of your parents, you are yourself, but have more to deal with then they would have ever imagined, more pressure, stress and worries, How are your dreams?"
"No more Voldemort, excepct for my imagination, if that's what you mean."
"So you worked on it over the summer and now have a firm grasp on Occulmency?"
"Yeah, I do, but coulden't you have asked me about this months ago, or was Voldemort in my eyes again?" he joked at the end.
"Just finally got around to it... in late November, what of your other dreams?"
Harry put his head in his hands and said, "My greatest fears, what I never want to happen to the people I care for, what might happen, what could happen, so many scenarios," he rose and continued,
"But I've been able to get more sleep since my talk, confession to Hermione in late September, besides you, she is the only to know of the truth, the truth about Voldemort and Myself, what must happen."
"How did she react?"
"She has helped, kept my mind occupied, Ron knows of nothing, I've barely seen him excepct for meals and our similar classes since mid September."
Dumbledore had a twinkle in his blue eyes at the end, "You will soon learn, no doubt, what Mr. Weasley has been up to."
Harry was shocked, the Ron question going through his mind.
"Now, Mr. Potter, bask to your studies, Good evening."
"Good evening, Professor," and he left thinking,
'The point of any of that was?.... 'Aww... the mysteries of Dumbledore.'
Oh, Yes, Dumbledore is finally in this!
Harry Potter: Sixth Year-Chapter 7
Monday-Great Hall-Breakfast. Harry, Hermione and Ron came into the hall and sit at the Gryfindor table.
"Hey Harry, ave you seen the prophet, yet, huh, Harry, have you?" Colin Creevey asked excitedly.
"No Colin, I haven't," Harry answered exasperated. Hermione recieved her usual copy of the prophet at that moment.
"Hermione, can I see your paper?" then he yells at the hall, "Why's everyone staring at me? Go back to your breakfast," she hands him the paper, "Thanks," he mutters.
The headline reads, 'HARRY POTTER BREAKS HOGWARTS AND INTERNATIONAL RECORDS.'
"Damn," then he proceeds to bang his head on the table, with each bang muttering, "why? why?"
Ron and Hermione grab his shoulders and force him to sit up.
"It's not that bad, Harry," Ron says.
"Yeah, at least it's good publicity," Hermione adds.
"No publicity is good publicity for me," he replies.
"At least there not saying your crazy, mate," Ron answers.
"And there not making up all kinds of lies," Hermione concludes, after quickly reading the acompaning article.
"Harry you did an awesome thing, not even Krum's done it, and we beat Slytherin in record time, five matches in a row against them," Ron happily says.
"Guess your right, five years, we've beat Slytherin, it's great."
"You don't care about the record, do you Harry?" Hermione asked.
"Honestly, it's cool, but it dosen't matter, when I could be dead tomorrow."
"Harry, shut up," Ron complains.
"But it's true, and you know it, everyone knows it."
*~*~*
"Well, good evening, Mr. Potter, how are you?"
"Just Bloody Fantastic, Professor," Harry replied, his voice dripping with sarcasim.
"As I guessed, considering you were beating your head on the breakfast table, just a few days ago, what is the problem, Harry?"
"Everything of course, what can go right for Harry Potter, the bloody boy who lived?"
"You did have an excellent quidditich match the other day."
"Oh, just what I needed more bloody praise, if it's not the bloody prophet, it's something or someone else. Do I want the praise, do I deserve it, do I need it, no, I just want to be left the bloody hell alone."
"I thought you'd be happy, proud even to break your Dad's record."
"Oh yeah, don't even get me started, my Dad was an arse, I saw in the Pensive, as bad as Dudley, he put Snape through the type of torment, I've grown up with, just with magic, it's just so wonderful."
"I think you have some misconceptions."
"Oh, Really, what?"
"You did not see both sides, you saw one of many views, one of many situations."
"Really Headmaster, and what are the others?"
"Oh, perhaps Severus's comebacks to the Marauders, those boys tormented each other from their first to last day at Hogwarts, yes, your fther did lighten up on the torture once he got with your mother, but the two still loathed one another, cursing the other every chance they got, mind Severus was on the recieving end more, due to something or the other, your Father and Professor Snape were quite similar to yourself and Mr. Malfoy, and Mr. Weasley could easily be Sirius, in the sense of loyalty and friendship, and Miss Granger could be compared to Remus Lupin, the level-headed one of the Marauders, though she could also be compared to your mother, trying to protect house elves rather then Slytherins," Dumbledore laughed at all this, then continued,
"So many people similar to ones before them, but so drasticly different, you don't desire the attentions as your father did, you shun it as if it were a plague, while he embraced it."
"Why does any of this matter, who cares if we're similar in some ways, we are not duplicates, I am not James, no matter how much Snape may think so."
"Professor Snape, Harry. It matters because I thought you'd like to know more, you look like your father, but that's about all, you have had a much different life... then either of your parents, you are yourself, but have more to deal with then they would have ever imagined, more pressure, stress and worries, How are your dreams?"
"No more Voldemort, excepct for my imagination, if that's what you mean."
"So you worked on it over the summer and now have a firm grasp on Occulmency?"
"Yeah, I do, but coulden't you have asked me about this months ago, or was Voldemort in my eyes again?" he joked at the end.
"Just finally got around to it... in late November, what of your other dreams?"
Harry put his head in his hands and said, "My greatest fears, what I never want to happen to the people I care for, what might happen, what could happen, so many scenarios," he rose and continued,
"But I've been able to get more sleep since my talk, confession to Hermione in late September, besides you, she is the only to know of the truth, the truth about Voldemort and Myself, what must happen."
"How did she react?"
"She has helped, kept my mind occupied, Ron knows of nothing, I've barely seen him excepct for meals and our similar classes since mid September."
Dumbledore had a twinkle in his blue eyes at the end, "You will soon learn, no doubt, what Mr. Weasley has been up to."
Harry was shocked, the Ron question going through his mind.
"Now, Mr. Potter, bask to your studies, Good evening."
"Good evening, Professor," and he left thinking,
'The point of any of that was?.... 'Aww... the mysteries of Dumbledore.'