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Harry landed in Professor Dumbledore's office. He looked around. Nothing had changed, even the thing that he had smashed last time he had been here were there, repaired. Professor Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk, smiling.
"Welcome home Harry."
Harry smiled, feeling an immense amount of gratitude towards the old man. Whatever his faults Dumbledore did understand him.
"Thankyou Professor. It's nice to be back."
"Albus, who knows of Harry's survival?" asked Lupin.
"You. Me, and Harry of course."
"Is that all?"
"And shortly Professor Mcgonagall."
True to his word, Professor Mcgonagall opened the office door and stepped into the room. She didn't notice Harry and Lupin at first, as they were still standing in the corner where they had arrived.
She handed Dumbledore some papers, told him that he needed to sign them, turned and let out a small shriek upon seeing Lupin and Harry.
"As you can see, Minerva, we have some visitors." Said Dumbledore, and Harry got the impression that he was enjoying having one over on his colleague.
"Hello Professor." Said Harry and Lupin at the same time.
"Potter! Remus!" she squeaked.
"That's us, Min," said Lupin, chuckling. Professor McGonagall recovered from her startled state and stood a little straighter, "It's nice to see you have found your way back to us, Mr Potter." He could tell she was pleased to see him, so the severity of her words didn't bother him when she said, "let us hope that you don't miss any more work, hm?"
"Yes Professor." Said Harry.
"Mr Potter will not be attending classes for the moment," said Dumbledore, "I have decided that it is best for him to remain incognito."
"That would be wise." Agreed the professor, and then added, "But that is no reason for him to fall behind in his study's. Transfiguration especially." She eyed Harry and he tried to keep his face serious, remembering 'Professor Umbridge last year and how she had spoken to her.
"Yes professor." Said Harry, suddenly remembering Sirius. He had forgotten for the moment hat his God Father was dead. He abruptly felt the urge to cry and sought for something to get his mind of that subject.
"Umm, if I can't attend classes, does that mean I won't be able to learn?"
"On the contrary." Began Dumbledore, "if you live in number Twelve Grimauld Place as we hope you to do, then your teachers will send you your work Via Owl Post.
Harry nodded, realizing that his fears were realized; Dumbledore thought it would be safer for him not to contact anyone. That meant he was going to have a lonely time.
Dumbledore, as if reading his mind, gestured for them all to take seats and asked Harry, "Do you know why this is so Harry?"
Harry nodded, "Because if I return to school Owls will go home within minutes and the whole world will know by the next day." He watched Dumbledore for a second, "but if I am to live at the Order's HQ for the next while, I would prefer to know that it would help the Order in some way."
Dumbledore nodded, but it was Professor McGonagall who answered, "Yes Potter, since the Dark Lord thinks you're dead he may become just that little bit less careful. He may let something slip."
"That's a lot of maybes" grumbled Harry. He glanced up in time to see the three adults exchange what he liked to cal the he's-acting-just-the-way-we- feared-he-would look. He had seen Ron and Hermione exchange it last year, but unlike last year his time it made him give in instead of getting angry. "Oh all right."
Dumbledore smiled.
"I will tell the teachers that we have a student in St Mungo's who needs our help. They will give me the necessary work for you and I will post it daily." Said McGonagall getting up to go. "And be careful Potter."
Harry tried not to pull a face at her retreating back. Everyone seemed to think that he was going to do something stupid. The he glanced at his luggage, still sitting in the corner, saw his broom, and sat up straight suddenly, "Hey! This means I won't be able to play Quidditch!"
"I am sorry Harry, but that's true."
"I'm beginning to think this is bad. Homework in abundance, and no Quidditch. What else?"
"There is something else." Began Lupin, a trifle tentatively, Harry thought, "I won't be at HQ all the time. I have a few missions to run for the Order."
"Can I help?"
"No, not yet, anyway." Said Dumbledore before Lupin could reply.
Not yet. It was more promising than just a 'no' Harry thought he had better not push his luck.
"Alright, may as well go talk to Madmane Pomfrey." Said Dumbledore, standing.
Three hours later Harry was back at Grimauld Place. Lupin had stayed behind at Hogwarts to discuss his mission with Dumbledore. Now Harry was alone for the first time since he had arrived and depression began to sink in. He remembered Sirius. The way the smile had frozen on his face when Bellatrix Lestrange had hit him with a curse. He remembered every second of watching the closest thing he had to a father falling in horrific detail. Harry knew his cheeks were wet, but at the moment he didn't care if Lupin did walk back in and see him crying. Lupin would understand.
Harry felt so depressed that he knew that if he couldn't just stay where he was. He would have to do something to fight the depression that was threatening to overtake him, just as it had before the attack on privet drive.
An; next chapter, what really happened at Privet drive? Find out!
Harry landed in Professor Dumbledore's office. He looked around. Nothing had changed, even the thing that he had smashed last time he had been here were there, repaired. Professor Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk, smiling.
"Welcome home Harry."
Harry smiled, feeling an immense amount of gratitude towards the old man. Whatever his faults Dumbledore did understand him.
"Thankyou Professor. It's nice to be back."
"Albus, who knows of Harry's survival?" asked Lupin.
"You. Me, and Harry of course."
"Is that all?"
"And shortly Professor Mcgonagall."
True to his word, Professor Mcgonagall opened the office door and stepped into the room. She didn't notice Harry and Lupin at first, as they were still standing in the corner where they had arrived.
She handed Dumbledore some papers, told him that he needed to sign them, turned and let out a small shriek upon seeing Lupin and Harry.
"As you can see, Minerva, we have some visitors." Said Dumbledore, and Harry got the impression that he was enjoying having one over on his colleague.
"Hello Professor." Said Harry and Lupin at the same time.
"Potter! Remus!" she squeaked.
"That's us, Min," said Lupin, chuckling. Professor McGonagall recovered from her startled state and stood a little straighter, "It's nice to see you have found your way back to us, Mr Potter." He could tell she was pleased to see him, so the severity of her words didn't bother him when she said, "let us hope that you don't miss any more work, hm?"
"Yes Professor." Said Harry.
"Mr Potter will not be attending classes for the moment," said Dumbledore, "I have decided that it is best for him to remain incognito."
"That would be wise." Agreed the professor, and then added, "But that is no reason for him to fall behind in his study's. Transfiguration especially." She eyed Harry and he tried to keep his face serious, remembering 'Professor Umbridge last year and how she had spoken to her.
"Yes professor." Said Harry, suddenly remembering Sirius. He had forgotten for the moment hat his God Father was dead. He abruptly felt the urge to cry and sought for something to get his mind of that subject.
"Umm, if I can't attend classes, does that mean I won't be able to learn?"
"On the contrary." Began Dumbledore, "if you live in number Twelve Grimauld Place as we hope you to do, then your teachers will send you your work Via Owl Post.
Harry nodded, realizing that his fears were realized; Dumbledore thought it would be safer for him not to contact anyone. That meant he was going to have a lonely time.
Dumbledore, as if reading his mind, gestured for them all to take seats and asked Harry, "Do you know why this is so Harry?"
Harry nodded, "Because if I return to school Owls will go home within minutes and the whole world will know by the next day." He watched Dumbledore for a second, "but if I am to live at the Order's HQ for the next while, I would prefer to know that it would help the Order in some way."
Dumbledore nodded, but it was Professor McGonagall who answered, "Yes Potter, since the Dark Lord thinks you're dead he may become just that little bit less careful. He may let something slip."
"That's a lot of maybes" grumbled Harry. He glanced up in time to see the three adults exchange what he liked to cal the he's-acting-just-the-way-we- feared-he-would look. He had seen Ron and Hermione exchange it last year, but unlike last year his time it made him give in instead of getting angry. "Oh all right."
Dumbledore smiled.
"I will tell the teachers that we have a student in St Mungo's who needs our help. They will give me the necessary work for you and I will post it daily." Said McGonagall getting up to go. "And be careful Potter."
Harry tried not to pull a face at her retreating back. Everyone seemed to think that he was going to do something stupid. The he glanced at his luggage, still sitting in the corner, saw his broom, and sat up straight suddenly, "Hey! This means I won't be able to play Quidditch!"
"I am sorry Harry, but that's true."
"I'm beginning to think this is bad. Homework in abundance, and no Quidditch. What else?"
"There is something else." Began Lupin, a trifle tentatively, Harry thought, "I won't be at HQ all the time. I have a few missions to run for the Order."
"Can I help?"
"No, not yet, anyway." Said Dumbledore before Lupin could reply.
Not yet. It was more promising than just a 'no' Harry thought he had better not push his luck.
"Alright, may as well go talk to Madmane Pomfrey." Said Dumbledore, standing.
Three hours later Harry was back at Grimauld Place. Lupin had stayed behind at Hogwarts to discuss his mission with Dumbledore. Now Harry was alone for the first time since he had arrived and depression began to sink in. He remembered Sirius. The way the smile had frozen on his face when Bellatrix Lestrange had hit him with a curse. He remembered every second of watching the closest thing he had to a father falling in horrific detail. Harry knew his cheeks were wet, but at the moment he didn't care if Lupin did walk back in and see him crying. Lupin would understand.
Harry felt so depressed that he knew that if he couldn't just stay where he was. He would have to do something to fight the depression that was threatening to overtake him, just as it had before the attack on privet drive.
An; next chapter, what really happened at Privet drive? Find out!