DISCLAIMER :
I do NOT own Harry Potter and its related characters, names, places, and so on. They belong to J.K.Rowling and hers only, unless she said otherwise.
LEGEND :
{...} - Words in curl brackets are Harry's words to himself
[...] - These are my comments and explanations, if they're needed...
... - These words/names/phrases are made up and I don't own them. My apology if they're similar to anything in the real world
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CHAPTER SIX - THE UNFINISHED ANSWERS
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Everything starts to spin around as Harry touches the Portkey. The next moment he opens his eyes, he's standing at the Headmaster's Office in Hogwarts. He looks around. The portraits of old headmasters are sleeping. Nobody else is at the room. Not even Fawkes. Harry put the old Daily Prophet on one of the chair in the corner and sits on another chair. He waits.
One moment later, the fireplace starts to flame on itself. Prof. Dumbledore walks out from it wearing a dark purple long robe. The next one is Dobby. They walk side by side towards Harry. Harry stands up.
"Professor"
"Harry. No need to be so formal. Sit down, please"
Harry sits again and so does Dumbledore, next to Harry once he puts aside the old Daily Prophet.
"Harry, Dobby here said to me that you had something that you need to ask me about"
"Yes, Professor. I want, no, I need to know about my parent"
"And is there a reason behind it?"
"Yes, well. You see. Last year, during my Occlumency lesson with Sn- I mean, Prof. Snape, I kind of peaked to his Pensieve. I know it was wrong of me to do it, Sir, but I just got curious, that's all"
"And did you say you're sorry to Prof. Snape about it, Harry?"
"Well, no, Sir. Not yet. I mean, I want to, but I can't bring it up to the surface when he himself didn't want to talk about it either, right?"
"I see, carry on then"
"Well, anyway. In the Pensieve, I saw my father flipped Prof. Snape in mid air. He let the other kids laughed when they all saw Prof. Snape's, er, grey underwear"
"Yes, I remember the incident, Harry. I myself gave your father his longest detention for it afterward"
"Oh, do mean he got punished for it?"
"Why, yes, of course, Harry. What he did is an act of a bully. He dishonoured himself by doing it and he needed to know that"
"But, wasn't he's your favourite student, Sir?"
"Certainly not for that childish act, Harry"
"Yes, yes, of course"
Harry looks down at his shoes, absorbing the thing he never thought about. He always thought that his father was special to Dumbledore and that he could always get away with whatever menaces he caused. Obviously, Harry was wrong.
"Is that all, Harry? Or do you have something else to ask me about?"
"Yes, my father, did he always do those things? I mean, bullying on others?"
"No, Harry. As far as I know, he only did it to Severus, once and never again"
Harry feels a sudden relieve in his heart, as if the pressure in his chest is lifted up. Although, at some point, he still has some doubts in his heart. Dumbledore must've seen it too through Harry's eyes before he says,
"Your father had his heart in good side, Harry. He was a true Gryffindor to start and, died with. People make mistakes when they're young and still doing it after they grow older. Much like myself these days, Harry"
He takes off his half-moon shaped glasses and wipes his eyes. He looks so ancient to Harry. {How old is he, I wander?}
"We're not perfect, Harry. That's what lives are for. We make errors, fix them, make another error, and try to fix it more... but, then again... Maybe I'm just looking a reason for myself, Harry. A reason to get away with my mistakes" he said, rather to himself instead of Harry.
"But, we're here not to talk about me, right Harry? Now, if you're done with your questions, then-"
"No, wait, Professor, Sir. Can I ask you something?"
"Of course, Harry. I'll try to answer it if I can"
"Well, it's not really a question, Sir, but it's rather more like a request"
"I see, and your request is...?"
"Well, can I see them, Sir? My parent? Using your Pensieve, that is"
Dumbledore looks at Harry with a soft smile.
"Why not, Harry. I would also like to see them again. Even if it's just a memory"
I do NOT own Harry Potter and its related characters, names, places, and so on. They belong to J.K.Rowling and hers only, unless she said otherwise.
LEGEND :
{...} - Words in curl brackets are Harry's words to himself
[...] - These are my comments and explanations, if they're needed...
... - These words/names/phrases are made up and I don't own them. My apology if they're similar to anything in the real world
==================================================
CHAPTER SIX - THE UNFINISHED ANSWERS
==================================================
Everything starts to spin around as Harry touches the Portkey. The next moment he opens his eyes, he's standing at the Headmaster's Office in Hogwarts. He looks around. The portraits of old headmasters are sleeping. Nobody else is at the room. Not even Fawkes. Harry put the old Daily Prophet on one of the chair in the corner and sits on another chair. He waits.
One moment later, the fireplace starts to flame on itself. Prof. Dumbledore walks out from it wearing a dark purple long robe. The next one is Dobby. They walk side by side towards Harry. Harry stands up.
"Professor"
"Harry. No need to be so formal. Sit down, please"
Harry sits again and so does Dumbledore, next to Harry once he puts aside the old Daily Prophet.
"Harry, Dobby here said to me that you had something that you need to ask me about"
"Yes, Professor. I want, no, I need to know about my parent"
"And is there a reason behind it?"
"Yes, well. You see. Last year, during my Occlumency lesson with Sn- I mean, Prof. Snape, I kind of peaked to his Pensieve. I know it was wrong of me to do it, Sir, but I just got curious, that's all"
"And did you say you're sorry to Prof. Snape about it, Harry?"
"Well, no, Sir. Not yet. I mean, I want to, but I can't bring it up to the surface when he himself didn't want to talk about it either, right?"
"I see, carry on then"
"Well, anyway. In the Pensieve, I saw my father flipped Prof. Snape in mid air. He let the other kids laughed when they all saw Prof. Snape's, er, grey underwear"
"Yes, I remember the incident, Harry. I myself gave your father his longest detention for it afterward"
"Oh, do mean he got punished for it?"
"Why, yes, of course, Harry. What he did is an act of a bully. He dishonoured himself by doing it and he needed to know that"
"But, wasn't he's your favourite student, Sir?"
"Certainly not for that childish act, Harry"
"Yes, yes, of course"
Harry looks down at his shoes, absorbing the thing he never thought about. He always thought that his father was special to Dumbledore and that he could always get away with whatever menaces he caused. Obviously, Harry was wrong.
"Is that all, Harry? Or do you have something else to ask me about?"
"Yes, my father, did he always do those things? I mean, bullying on others?"
"No, Harry. As far as I know, he only did it to Severus, once and never again"
Harry feels a sudden relieve in his heart, as if the pressure in his chest is lifted up. Although, at some point, he still has some doubts in his heart. Dumbledore must've seen it too through Harry's eyes before he says,
"Your father had his heart in good side, Harry. He was a true Gryffindor to start and, died with. People make mistakes when they're young and still doing it after they grow older. Much like myself these days, Harry"
He takes off his half-moon shaped glasses and wipes his eyes. He looks so ancient to Harry. {How old is he, I wander?}
"We're not perfect, Harry. That's what lives are for. We make errors, fix them, make another error, and try to fix it more... but, then again... Maybe I'm just looking a reason for myself, Harry. A reason to get away with my mistakes" he said, rather to himself instead of Harry.
"But, we're here not to talk about me, right Harry? Now, if you're done with your questions, then-"
"No, wait, Professor, Sir. Can I ask you something?"
"Of course, Harry. I'll try to answer it if I can"
"Well, it's not really a question, Sir, but it's rather more like a request"
"I see, and your request is...?"
"Well, can I see them, Sir? My parent? Using your Pensieve, that is"
Dumbledore looks at Harry with a soft smile.
"Why not, Harry. I would also like to see them again. Even if it's just a memory"