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Chapter 2: Never look back at the world, just run as fast as you can in the other direction
For a moment Harry stared at Dumbledore, as though he was looking at a wooden plank, his eyes gazed into nothingness, and his mind momentarily put up a huge sign stating clearly
"OUT OF ORDER, DO NOT TOUCH ANYTHING WHILE AWAY"
Finally, he cleared his throat, and in a would-be calm voice spoke to Dumbledore.
"You're lying, It's not true, I have no brother!" shaking slightly he continued to look at Dumbledore, he had not closed his mouth after speaking, as far as he knew it was still surrounded by boiling lava it had dropped so low.
"Harry, how could I tell you? How could I say to you that you had a brother, and." but Harry cut him off, he seemed to be in shock, or something similar, he turned to Dumbledore and said soothingly:
"Let me guess I have a sister too?"
"Yes Harry, you have a sister too."
"No I don't!"
"Yes Harry, you do" Dumbledore's voice sounded tired and Harry was surprised to see large purple bags under the now not-so-sparkly eyes. The retort that was hot on his lips died away and he shivered surprised how cold Dumbledore's office had suddenly got, or was that just him?
Suddenly he stood up, his emerald eyes ablaze with the anger that had just minutes before been running hotly in his veins. Pushing over the chair he pulled out his wand and pointed it directly at Dumbledore. He could hear himself panting harshly and for a moment considered the possibility of simply falling to the floor and crying brokenly. He resisted the urge.
"Dumbledore" his voice was cold and harsh and he was momentarily thrown, was this really his voice, or had Voldemort taken over his thoughts again. "Dumbledore I know that you are lying! I have no sister, and I have no brother, I have no mother and I have no father either! I do not appreciate the fact that you are so willing to rub salt into already open, already gapping, wounds. Never again Dumbledore, never, ever, ever again, unfortunately for you, I'm going know, going on a little vacation, not coming back either, not now and not ever, not unless your dead and into the next world, not unless someone who I love and have reason to love needs me, never again Dumbledore, never again" the words poured from him, his hands clenched and unclenched as he watched the look on Dumbledore's face.
"Harry, you don't want to do this!" Dumbledore's voice sounded strangely scared, as if he was losing something he treasured, something he doted on and cared for.
But Harry was not fooled.
"Accio letter opener!" the sharp little knife flew quickly to his hand and he smiled at Dumbledore, a racing of emotions playing themselves out shouting to be heard in his brain, but he only head one: the driving erg to run, to get away from the crazy old fool sitting in front of him, to flee as far and fast as he could.
Holding the letter opener carefully, he slit his left wrist and grabbing a piece of parchment from Dumbledore's desk, he let the blood flow freely onto the paper.
"By my own blood I swear of what I have said just now. I shall not return" Dumbledore's eyes flew over Harry's hand and over the bloody parchment.
"I seal my word. And if I never see you again, I swear it will not be too soon!" turning around he swept out of the room.
And though he thought at the time he meant it, with all of his broken heart, he did not. But that's the trouble with words spoken in hast and heat: they have a nasty habit of coming back to haunt you.
Dumbledore stared at the bloody paper that had now drifted to the floor, and only a single thought manifested itself inside his brain. All it lost.
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Professor McGonagall stepped up to the gargoyle in front of Professor Dumbledore's office, but before she had a chance to say the password she was bowled over by Harry Potter. For a second she was too surprised to even speak, but suddenly remembering that she was a teacher she called after him, but he continues walking, ignoring her summons.
A minute or so later she rushed into professor Dumbledore's office, breathing heavily.
"Potter."
"Is gone, and if, as I do not doubt, I heard him correctly, he does not plan on returning."
"But."
"He was our last hope"
"Why.?"
"Was he so angry? Well Minerva, I was informing young Mr Potter about the sensitive subject of James and Samantha"
Professor McGonagall frowned, and plonked herself down to where Harry had been sitting only moments before, noting the blood on the floor, she gasped and looked at Dumbledore for a more thorough explanation.
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Harry was breathing heavily as he marched up to the Gryffindor common room, his hand was still bleeding, and he was beginning to regret cutting it. He wondered if Hermione would have a spell or potion that he could use on it, before remembering that she would not be in the Gryffindor common room, she would be half dead in the ministry of magic. He could not believe it, Dumbledore had said that he had a brother. Dumbledore had said that he had a sister.
"Fluxon weed"
"In a bit of a hurry aren't we dear, you need to slow down!"
Pushing past the portrait of the fat lady, Harry found that the Gryffindor common room was completely empty, there were no Weasly twins planning their next prank, no screams from Ron's wizard chess set and he could not hear Hermione telling the second years of for talking to loudly.
He shook his head, trying to remember that he would not hear the familiar sounds for a long time, if indeed, he ever did again. He turned abruptly up the stairway to the boys dormitory, stepping quietly into the fifth years room.
For a moment he was surprised to see the sleeping figures of Seamus and Dean, although no Ron or Neville. He sighed and began to pack all of his things into his trunk as quietly and quickly as possible.
Pulling his trunk down the stair to the common room he wondered for a second if he was doing the right thing, if he should be doing this, or not.
A sudden thought struck him as he saw one of Hermione's little hats covered in paper and he called softly into the common room:
"Dobby! Dobby! I need your help!"
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A/N: Well did you enjoy? I hope that you did! I mean if you enjoyed it, that means that you read it and if you read it that means that you can write and if you can write, you can write nice long reviews for me, (I like reviews!) But even if you don't the same applies, I'll write on, unless I get completely bored with this whole thing (which is actually quite likely) but anyway, I'll give you fair warning! I am a nice person!
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Chapter 2: Never look back at the world, just run as fast as you can in the other direction
For a moment Harry stared at Dumbledore, as though he was looking at a wooden plank, his eyes gazed into nothingness, and his mind momentarily put up a huge sign stating clearly
"OUT OF ORDER, DO NOT TOUCH ANYTHING WHILE AWAY"
Finally, he cleared his throat, and in a would-be calm voice spoke to Dumbledore.
"You're lying, It's not true, I have no brother!" shaking slightly he continued to look at Dumbledore, he had not closed his mouth after speaking, as far as he knew it was still surrounded by boiling lava it had dropped so low.
"Harry, how could I tell you? How could I say to you that you had a brother, and." but Harry cut him off, he seemed to be in shock, or something similar, he turned to Dumbledore and said soothingly:
"Let me guess I have a sister too?"
"Yes Harry, you have a sister too."
"No I don't!"
"Yes Harry, you do" Dumbledore's voice sounded tired and Harry was surprised to see large purple bags under the now not-so-sparkly eyes. The retort that was hot on his lips died away and he shivered surprised how cold Dumbledore's office had suddenly got, or was that just him?
Suddenly he stood up, his emerald eyes ablaze with the anger that had just minutes before been running hotly in his veins. Pushing over the chair he pulled out his wand and pointed it directly at Dumbledore. He could hear himself panting harshly and for a moment considered the possibility of simply falling to the floor and crying brokenly. He resisted the urge.
"Dumbledore" his voice was cold and harsh and he was momentarily thrown, was this really his voice, or had Voldemort taken over his thoughts again. "Dumbledore I know that you are lying! I have no sister, and I have no brother, I have no mother and I have no father either! I do not appreciate the fact that you are so willing to rub salt into already open, already gapping, wounds. Never again Dumbledore, never, ever, ever again, unfortunately for you, I'm going know, going on a little vacation, not coming back either, not now and not ever, not unless your dead and into the next world, not unless someone who I love and have reason to love needs me, never again Dumbledore, never again" the words poured from him, his hands clenched and unclenched as he watched the look on Dumbledore's face.
"Harry, you don't want to do this!" Dumbledore's voice sounded strangely scared, as if he was losing something he treasured, something he doted on and cared for.
But Harry was not fooled.
"Accio letter opener!" the sharp little knife flew quickly to his hand and he smiled at Dumbledore, a racing of emotions playing themselves out shouting to be heard in his brain, but he only head one: the driving erg to run, to get away from the crazy old fool sitting in front of him, to flee as far and fast as he could.
Holding the letter opener carefully, he slit his left wrist and grabbing a piece of parchment from Dumbledore's desk, he let the blood flow freely onto the paper.
"By my own blood I swear of what I have said just now. I shall not return" Dumbledore's eyes flew over Harry's hand and over the bloody parchment.
"I seal my word. And if I never see you again, I swear it will not be too soon!" turning around he swept out of the room.
And though he thought at the time he meant it, with all of his broken heart, he did not. But that's the trouble with words spoken in hast and heat: they have a nasty habit of coming back to haunt you.
Dumbledore stared at the bloody paper that had now drifted to the floor, and only a single thought manifested itself inside his brain. All it lost.
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Professor McGonagall stepped up to the gargoyle in front of Professor Dumbledore's office, but before she had a chance to say the password she was bowled over by Harry Potter. For a second she was too surprised to even speak, but suddenly remembering that she was a teacher she called after him, but he continues walking, ignoring her summons.
A minute or so later she rushed into professor Dumbledore's office, breathing heavily.
"Potter."
"Is gone, and if, as I do not doubt, I heard him correctly, he does not plan on returning."
"But."
"He was our last hope"
"Why.?"
"Was he so angry? Well Minerva, I was informing young Mr Potter about the sensitive subject of James and Samantha"
Professor McGonagall frowned, and plonked herself down to where Harry had been sitting only moments before, noting the blood on the floor, she gasped and looked at Dumbledore for a more thorough explanation.
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Harry was breathing heavily as he marched up to the Gryffindor common room, his hand was still bleeding, and he was beginning to regret cutting it. He wondered if Hermione would have a spell or potion that he could use on it, before remembering that she would not be in the Gryffindor common room, she would be half dead in the ministry of magic. He could not believe it, Dumbledore had said that he had a brother. Dumbledore had said that he had a sister.
"Fluxon weed"
"In a bit of a hurry aren't we dear, you need to slow down!"
Pushing past the portrait of the fat lady, Harry found that the Gryffindor common room was completely empty, there were no Weasly twins planning their next prank, no screams from Ron's wizard chess set and he could not hear Hermione telling the second years of for talking to loudly.
He shook his head, trying to remember that he would not hear the familiar sounds for a long time, if indeed, he ever did again. He turned abruptly up the stairway to the boys dormitory, stepping quietly into the fifth years room.
For a moment he was surprised to see the sleeping figures of Seamus and Dean, although no Ron or Neville. He sighed and began to pack all of his things into his trunk as quietly and quickly as possible.
Pulling his trunk down the stair to the common room he wondered for a second if he was doing the right thing, if he should be doing this, or not.
A sudden thought struck him as he saw one of Hermione's little hats covered in paper and he called softly into the common room:
"Dobby! Dobby! I need your help!"
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A/N: Well did you enjoy? I hope that you did! I mean if you enjoyed it, that means that you read it and if you read it that means that you can write and if you can write, you can write nice long reviews for me, (I like reviews!) But even if you don't the same applies, I'll write on, unless I get completely bored with this whole thing (which is actually quite likely) but anyway, I'll give you fair warning! I am a nice person!