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Chapter 7: Disowned.....and left in the dark
Harry entered the Great Hall with Draco the next morning, no one but the Slytherins had any idea what had went on last night.thankfully. But, still, even if it wasn't the whole school, it was his whole House that stared at him.
"Harry, are you all right?" Harry knew that he had gone a little pale with the feeling of blood draining from his face. He hated being the center of attention, "You don't look to good."
"I'm fine.look, Draco, I have to go talk to someone.I'll catch you in class, alright?"
Draco looked at him for a bit, "Yeah, alright. If you're sure." Harry nodded.
"Yeah, I'm sure." Harry started to back up, "I'll catch you later." But before Draco could get out another word, Harry ran off. Now, he thought, would be a great time to talk to Sirius.
He walked down the Great Hall, between the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables and walked up the steps of the stage and to the Professors' Tables. Sirius didn't look up. He knew he was in for it. Not even when he slowly walked up to his godfather did the man look up.
"Uncle Sirius?" Harry couldn't help but whisper. He could feel intense eyes on his back; he knew that most of the students were staring at him as being on or the only students who ever walked up there.
The Charms Professor didn't even look up when he answered, "What do you need, Mr. Potter?" And once those last words escaped the man's lips, the entire Professors' Table fell silent.
Professor McGonagall was the first to break the long silence throughout the table, "Sirius Black! Of all people, I would have never expected." What she was about to say, no one ever found out, for the young eleven-year-old stopped her.
"No, Professor McGonagall. Thank you, but I'd rather do this on my own," Harry nearly glared at the man sitting in front of him, but held back. He knew it wouldn't help things, "So, am I being disowned again?"
At this Sirius looked up, "I can't believe you. Of all four houses, you ended up in *Slytherin*?" he hissed.
"I choose to be in Slytherin!" Harry's voice was beginning to rise, and by this time, he knew that the whole school was staring, "That would be *my* fault."
"Why?" Sirius stood up, pushing his chair back with his legs. Dumbledore stood up and started to walking towards them, "Do you know how *furious* your father would have been?"
Harry's face grew red with anger, and he couldn't bite his tongue any longer, "*FATHER*!? I never had a *father*! You were the closest thing I had to a father, but it seems that I wasn't anywhere close to being a *son* to you." The black haired boy didn't even realize that he was screaming at the top of his lungs.
"That is quite enough!" Dumbledore called between the two, "Professor Black, you know better than to pull out an argument in front of the students like this. I would have expected better from you. And Mr. Potter, I want to know what all this is about.in my office, the both of you."
The whole way there, neither Sirius nor Harry looked at each other, and much less spoke. Professor Snape accompanied the two and Professor Dumbledore since he was Head of Slytherin. Ever since yesterday, when he saw that Harry Potter had become a Slytherin, his view on the boy changed dramatically since the day he first met the boy. And now the display they just had in the Great Hall was only helping his view on *James's* son.
"Lemon Drop!" The stone winged gargoyle that once stood motionless, sprung to life and moved to the left while the wall that was behind it, split in half and revealed a stone staircase that escalated upwards and into a large office.
The four of them walked in and sat down, Dumbledore behind his desk. He cleared his throat before speaking, "I would have never thought on the first day of school, even before classed, that anything like this would happen. I want to know what is going on and why godfather and godson would be fighting." When no one spoke up he turned to Harry, "Mr. Potter, would you please give me your side if the story first, please."
Harry sighed. He didn't want to do it, but if he wanted to get this all settled. "Where should I start?"
"The beginning has always been my favorite." The old man smiled. Curse him!
"For the two weeks that I have stayed with him, to me, he's been the father that I never had. He was there for me and for the first time, that I can even remember, he was the first one to make me smile. But, my friend, Draco, always came to mind," Snape rose an eyebrow at this. What was his godson doing with this boy.the son of that Potter? "and my father wrote in that letter that he wouldn't have cared what House I ended up in.so Sirius is just saying what he thinks, not what my real father would. He was angry because I choose to be in Slytherin, and he didn't want me to be." Harry sneered at the man next to Professor Snape, "*That's* my side of the story."
"Now then, Professor Black, would you mind explaining your side now?" All but Harry turned to look at Sirius.
"I always knew I had a godson, one I knew who would grow up to be just like his father, my best friend. And anyone could tell, just by looking at him, that the two could be identical, save for the eye color.
"Everyday of my life, I regretted not being there for Harry. And now, after two week of trying to make all those years up.he turns his back on me and becomes a Slytherin."
"Now, now, Professor Black. I don't think Harry meant any harm. I think he was merely trying to fit in." The Headmaster turned to the young first year, "Am I right, Mr. Potter."
He looked at the Headmaster, then at the Head of Slytherin, whom just shrugged, then finally at Sirius. He sighed and ever so calmly said with a smile, "Even if I wasn't just trying to fit in.I would have chose Slytherin anyway. I knew it was to good to be true. To have someone finally love me, especially for whom I am.and what I never will be."
Harry's forced smile never wavered, and those emotionless eyes Sirius knew so well.were just that, completely emotionless. Even Professor Snape was a little taken aback.
"Excuse me, but I must be getting to class now, don't want to be late on my first day, of course." And with that said he was gone, down the stairs and back into the hallway towards the Transfiguration class.
Harry knew that he was late just as he entered the room, "I'm glad you could join us Mr. Potter. I hope that everything went well." Professor McGonagall stood up from her desk.
Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Did she really have to talk about the matter here, of all places? "Yes, it did." He once again forced a smile.
"Good, but this is the last time I will allow tardiness to pass in this class, am I understood, Mr. Potter." She raised an eyebrow.
He nodded, "Yes, ma'am."
"Have a seat, sir." He found a seat next to Draco that the boy had reserved for him. He smiled at the blonde as he sat his books down. He sat down and saw the look on Draco's face.
"How did it really go? With the way that row was going, I know is didn't end good."
"Not here, please." Harry let his shoulders drop and head fall. He decided to change the subject as he pulled out his notebook and quill, "What are we doing?"
Draco pulled out a paper and handed it to him, "Here, I'll let you copy my notes."
Harry took it gratefully, "Thanks." The sleeve on Draco's left arm slipped down a little, and that's where Harry noticed the mark. The skull and snake that they all got the night before. Harry looked down at his left arm and checked if there were any markings.nothing. Then, why did he not get it if Draco did?
He decided to look into it later when the professor shot a glare at him through her rectangular glasses.
End of Chapter 7
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Chapter 7: Disowned.....and left in the dark
Harry entered the Great Hall with Draco the next morning, no one but the Slytherins had any idea what had went on last night.thankfully. But, still, even if it wasn't the whole school, it was his whole House that stared at him.
"Harry, are you all right?" Harry knew that he had gone a little pale with the feeling of blood draining from his face. He hated being the center of attention, "You don't look to good."
"I'm fine.look, Draco, I have to go talk to someone.I'll catch you in class, alright?"
Draco looked at him for a bit, "Yeah, alright. If you're sure." Harry nodded.
"Yeah, I'm sure." Harry started to back up, "I'll catch you later." But before Draco could get out another word, Harry ran off. Now, he thought, would be a great time to talk to Sirius.
He walked down the Great Hall, between the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables and walked up the steps of the stage and to the Professors' Tables. Sirius didn't look up. He knew he was in for it. Not even when he slowly walked up to his godfather did the man look up.
"Uncle Sirius?" Harry couldn't help but whisper. He could feel intense eyes on his back; he knew that most of the students were staring at him as being on or the only students who ever walked up there.
The Charms Professor didn't even look up when he answered, "What do you need, Mr. Potter?" And once those last words escaped the man's lips, the entire Professors' Table fell silent.
Professor McGonagall was the first to break the long silence throughout the table, "Sirius Black! Of all people, I would have never expected." What she was about to say, no one ever found out, for the young eleven-year-old stopped her.
"No, Professor McGonagall. Thank you, but I'd rather do this on my own," Harry nearly glared at the man sitting in front of him, but held back. He knew it wouldn't help things, "So, am I being disowned again?"
At this Sirius looked up, "I can't believe you. Of all four houses, you ended up in *Slytherin*?" he hissed.
"I choose to be in Slytherin!" Harry's voice was beginning to rise, and by this time, he knew that the whole school was staring, "That would be *my* fault."
"Why?" Sirius stood up, pushing his chair back with his legs. Dumbledore stood up and started to walking towards them, "Do you know how *furious* your father would have been?"
Harry's face grew red with anger, and he couldn't bite his tongue any longer, "*FATHER*!? I never had a *father*! You were the closest thing I had to a father, but it seems that I wasn't anywhere close to being a *son* to you." The black haired boy didn't even realize that he was screaming at the top of his lungs.
"That is quite enough!" Dumbledore called between the two, "Professor Black, you know better than to pull out an argument in front of the students like this. I would have expected better from you. And Mr. Potter, I want to know what all this is about.in my office, the both of you."
The whole way there, neither Sirius nor Harry looked at each other, and much less spoke. Professor Snape accompanied the two and Professor Dumbledore since he was Head of Slytherin. Ever since yesterday, when he saw that Harry Potter had become a Slytherin, his view on the boy changed dramatically since the day he first met the boy. And now the display they just had in the Great Hall was only helping his view on *James's* son.
"Lemon Drop!" The stone winged gargoyle that once stood motionless, sprung to life and moved to the left while the wall that was behind it, split in half and revealed a stone staircase that escalated upwards and into a large office.
The four of them walked in and sat down, Dumbledore behind his desk. He cleared his throat before speaking, "I would have never thought on the first day of school, even before classed, that anything like this would happen. I want to know what is going on and why godfather and godson would be fighting." When no one spoke up he turned to Harry, "Mr. Potter, would you please give me your side if the story first, please."
Harry sighed. He didn't want to do it, but if he wanted to get this all settled. "Where should I start?"
"The beginning has always been my favorite." The old man smiled. Curse him!
"For the two weeks that I have stayed with him, to me, he's been the father that I never had. He was there for me and for the first time, that I can even remember, he was the first one to make me smile. But, my friend, Draco, always came to mind," Snape rose an eyebrow at this. What was his godson doing with this boy.the son of that Potter? "and my father wrote in that letter that he wouldn't have cared what House I ended up in.so Sirius is just saying what he thinks, not what my real father would. He was angry because I choose to be in Slytherin, and he didn't want me to be." Harry sneered at the man next to Professor Snape, "*That's* my side of the story."
"Now then, Professor Black, would you mind explaining your side now?" All but Harry turned to look at Sirius.
"I always knew I had a godson, one I knew who would grow up to be just like his father, my best friend. And anyone could tell, just by looking at him, that the two could be identical, save for the eye color.
"Everyday of my life, I regretted not being there for Harry. And now, after two week of trying to make all those years up.he turns his back on me and becomes a Slytherin."
"Now, now, Professor Black. I don't think Harry meant any harm. I think he was merely trying to fit in." The Headmaster turned to the young first year, "Am I right, Mr. Potter."
He looked at the Headmaster, then at the Head of Slytherin, whom just shrugged, then finally at Sirius. He sighed and ever so calmly said with a smile, "Even if I wasn't just trying to fit in.I would have chose Slytherin anyway. I knew it was to good to be true. To have someone finally love me, especially for whom I am.and what I never will be."
Harry's forced smile never wavered, and those emotionless eyes Sirius knew so well.were just that, completely emotionless. Even Professor Snape was a little taken aback.
"Excuse me, but I must be getting to class now, don't want to be late on my first day, of course." And with that said he was gone, down the stairs and back into the hallway towards the Transfiguration class.
Harry knew that he was late just as he entered the room, "I'm glad you could join us Mr. Potter. I hope that everything went well." Professor McGonagall stood up from her desk.
Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Did she really have to talk about the matter here, of all places? "Yes, it did." He once again forced a smile.
"Good, but this is the last time I will allow tardiness to pass in this class, am I understood, Mr. Potter." She raised an eyebrow.
He nodded, "Yes, ma'am."
"Have a seat, sir." He found a seat next to Draco that the boy had reserved for him. He smiled at the blonde as he sat his books down. He sat down and saw the look on Draco's face.
"How did it really go? With the way that row was going, I know is didn't end good."
"Not here, please." Harry let his shoulders drop and head fall. He decided to change the subject as he pulled out his notebook and quill, "What are we doing?"
Draco pulled out a paper and handed it to him, "Here, I'll let you copy my notes."
Harry took it gratefully, "Thanks." The sleeve on Draco's left arm slipped down a little, and that's where Harry noticed the mark. The skull and snake that they all got the night before. Harry looked down at his left arm and checked if there were any markings.nothing. Then, why did he not get it if Draco did?
He decided to look into it later when the professor shot a glare at him through her rectangular glasses.
End of Chapter 7
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