Chapter #37
The students of Hogwarts were now seated quietly at their respective house tables, leaning in to hear what their headmaster had to say.
"When Miss Granger arrived, we were under the impression that she arrived alone. This was not the case. She was accompanied by another." Dumbledore began slowly and clearly. Harry picked his goblet up and took a full swig of pumpkin juice.
"She was accompanied by James Potter."
Harry spit out the mouthful of juice on Rons' robes.
"Ergh, Harry that was disgusting!"
"Earlier in the school year an article in the daily prophet was printed that claimed James Potters' body was missing. But his body was not missing. He was, in fact, here at Hogwarts, alive, thirty-five years old, and quite aware that he had been "dead" for fourteen years."
Whispers erupted in the Great Hall, and Harry just stared at his goblet, his mind in a state of shock. Ron turned to Harry and patted him lightly on the back.
"S' okay mate." He whispered. "I'm sure Dumbledore will explain."
"Now, you are to go to your respective common rooms, and I want no one to be out of their common rooms until morning." Dumbledore said sternly. Complaints erupted from the students. They wanted a real explanation, not a brief one.
"Come on." Ron muttered. Harry got up, still in shock from the information. McGonagall was approaching them through the mob of students.
"Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, you are to come to the headmasters' office." She instructed, then noted the blank, shocked look on Harrys' face, and rested her hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, Mr. Potter. Professor Dumbledore will explain. It's a bit of a shock to all of us, really. Now come along." She steered Harry towards the headmasters office. Ron followed behind.
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"Harry. How are you faring this evening?" Dumbledore asked with a smile, his blue eyes twinkling. Harry stared at him, green eyes hard and cold. The headmaster sighed and peered at Harry over his glasses. "I am sure that one you hear the whole story, that scowl will no longer be on your face." He said, but Harry interrupted, standing up angrily.
"The truth, Professor? The real truth, or some half-assed story that you're going to feed to me because I'm targeted by Voldemort?" he demanded loudly. Dumbledore looked up into the young wizards' eyes. They were lacking their usual softness.
"Harry," he began, but Harry interrupted him again.
"Why are you doing this to me? What do you want, Professor? I'm sick of your little games, of you sidestepping the truth all the time!" Harry screamed. Ron stood up as well, though not for the same reason as Harry.
"I'll leave, sir." He muttered.
"Thank you Ron." Dumbledore said gratefully as the redhead exited, glancing back at his angry friend in concern.
Harry glared at him from across his desk.
"I apologize, Harry, but I was unaware of the situation. Please, give me a chance to explain." Dumbledore pleaded softly. Harry turned his head away and studied Fawkes, his eyes pricked with tears that he refused to spill. He glanced back at Dumbledore.
"Go ahead, then." He hissed coldly. "Take your best shot, see if you can convince me that he's actually alive."
"Harry." Dumbledore sighed. "First I want to bring Professor Lupin and Sirius here. They deserve to know the truth, as do you."
"Then tell me the damn truth." Harry replied emotionlessly. Dumbledore nodded, and as he did, Remus Lupin burst into the office. He looked as though he had been crying.
"Is it true? Is it really true?" he whispered.
"I will get to that Remus. Owl Sirius now." Dumbledore instructed. Remus nodded and took to owling Sirius, while Harry stared at Fawkes the phoenix, who was currently cleaning his feathers.
"Harry?" the boy acknowledged the older wizard, nodding his head.
"What?" his voice was cold, hostile with hate. Remus look over at him, startled.
"You alright, Harry?" he asked with a forced smile. Harry glared at him.
"Oh yeah, you know what? I'm fine. I just found out that my dead father was actually alive and that my best friend was hiding him from me, but yeah, I'm great." He snapped. Remus stared at Harry, then his face grew angry, to the boys surprise.
"You think you're the only one suffering? Well guess what, you're wrong. You don't even KNOW him, Harry! How do you think I feel? I knew him since my own Hogwarts days, and now he's back, how do you think I feel, and Sirius, and even Snape? You're not the only one with feelings, Harry." Remus screamed at the shocked boy. For three seconds Harry stared at him, then turned away. The tears that had been sparkling in his eyes earlier now streamed down his face.
"I'm leaving." He whispered.
"Harry." Dumbledore began.
"I'll come back when my godfather is here." The boy slammed the large oak doors closed, then sank to his knees, sobbing quietly.
End of story.
JUST KIDDING! End of chapter!
The students of Hogwarts were now seated quietly at their respective house tables, leaning in to hear what their headmaster had to say.
"When Miss Granger arrived, we were under the impression that she arrived alone. This was not the case. She was accompanied by another." Dumbledore began slowly and clearly. Harry picked his goblet up and took a full swig of pumpkin juice.
"She was accompanied by James Potter."
Harry spit out the mouthful of juice on Rons' robes.
"Ergh, Harry that was disgusting!"
"Earlier in the school year an article in the daily prophet was printed that claimed James Potters' body was missing. But his body was not missing. He was, in fact, here at Hogwarts, alive, thirty-five years old, and quite aware that he had been "dead" for fourteen years."
Whispers erupted in the Great Hall, and Harry just stared at his goblet, his mind in a state of shock. Ron turned to Harry and patted him lightly on the back.
"S' okay mate." He whispered. "I'm sure Dumbledore will explain."
"Now, you are to go to your respective common rooms, and I want no one to be out of their common rooms until morning." Dumbledore said sternly. Complaints erupted from the students. They wanted a real explanation, not a brief one.
"Come on." Ron muttered. Harry got up, still in shock from the information. McGonagall was approaching them through the mob of students.
"Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, you are to come to the headmasters' office." She instructed, then noted the blank, shocked look on Harrys' face, and rested her hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, Mr. Potter. Professor Dumbledore will explain. It's a bit of a shock to all of us, really. Now come along." She steered Harry towards the headmasters office. Ron followed behind.
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"Harry. How are you faring this evening?" Dumbledore asked with a smile, his blue eyes twinkling. Harry stared at him, green eyes hard and cold. The headmaster sighed and peered at Harry over his glasses. "I am sure that one you hear the whole story, that scowl will no longer be on your face." He said, but Harry interrupted, standing up angrily.
"The truth, Professor? The real truth, or some half-assed story that you're going to feed to me because I'm targeted by Voldemort?" he demanded loudly. Dumbledore looked up into the young wizards' eyes. They were lacking their usual softness.
"Harry," he began, but Harry interrupted him again.
"Why are you doing this to me? What do you want, Professor? I'm sick of your little games, of you sidestepping the truth all the time!" Harry screamed. Ron stood up as well, though not for the same reason as Harry.
"I'll leave, sir." He muttered.
"Thank you Ron." Dumbledore said gratefully as the redhead exited, glancing back at his angry friend in concern.
Harry glared at him from across his desk.
"I apologize, Harry, but I was unaware of the situation. Please, give me a chance to explain." Dumbledore pleaded softly. Harry turned his head away and studied Fawkes, his eyes pricked with tears that he refused to spill. He glanced back at Dumbledore.
"Go ahead, then." He hissed coldly. "Take your best shot, see if you can convince me that he's actually alive."
"Harry." Dumbledore sighed. "First I want to bring Professor Lupin and Sirius here. They deserve to know the truth, as do you."
"Then tell me the damn truth." Harry replied emotionlessly. Dumbledore nodded, and as he did, Remus Lupin burst into the office. He looked as though he had been crying.
"Is it true? Is it really true?" he whispered.
"I will get to that Remus. Owl Sirius now." Dumbledore instructed. Remus nodded and took to owling Sirius, while Harry stared at Fawkes the phoenix, who was currently cleaning his feathers.
"Harry?" the boy acknowledged the older wizard, nodding his head.
"What?" his voice was cold, hostile with hate. Remus look over at him, startled.
"You alright, Harry?" he asked with a forced smile. Harry glared at him.
"Oh yeah, you know what? I'm fine. I just found out that my dead father was actually alive and that my best friend was hiding him from me, but yeah, I'm great." He snapped. Remus stared at Harry, then his face grew angry, to the boys surprise.
"You think you're the only one suffering? Well guess what, you're wrong. You don't even KNOW him, Harry! How do you think I feel? I knew him since my own Hogwarts days, and now he's back, how do you think I feel, and Sirius, and even Snape? You're not the only one with feelings, Harry." Remus screamed at the shocked boy. For three seconds Harry stared at him, then turned away. The tears that had been sparkling in his eyes earlier now streamed down his face.
"I'm leaving." He whispered.
"Harry." Dumbledore began.
"I'll come back when my godfather is here." The boy slammed the large oak doors closed, then sank to his knees, sobbing quietly.
End of story.
JUST KIDDING! End of chapter!
