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Not Myself by Saerry Snape

Chapter 160 – Finding Threats

BANG!

Severus looked up in surprise from the papers he was grading as his son stormed into his office. The young man's (as he was now a young man since his return from the Elven realm) face was dark with anger and his long hair seemed to bristle like an animal's pelt.

"Who. Told. Him?" growled Harry.

"Who told who what?" asked Severus, clearly confused.

"Who told Daladier about the Gauntlet?!"

Severus frowned and said, "Someone told him about the Gauntlet?"

"Yes!" shouted Harry. "And he brought it up in class today. You know Ni still hasn't fully recovered from its effects! Hell, half the school knows it!"

"He brought it up in class?"

Harry scowled and spat, "Will you stop repeating me?"

"Sorry," said Severus. "I can't imagine who…" He then scowled and growled, "He couldn't have…"

"Who couldn't have?"

"Albus."

"Dumbledore?" growled Harry, his eyes flickering between emerald and pitch black. "I'll kill him."

"Harry…"

"He shouldn't have told him!" bellowed Harry. His fists clenched at his sides as he growled, "He had no damn right to tell him."

"It is his school, Harry."

"Its her sanity! If she gets reminded of that damned thing every day, she'll be torn apart! She's an empath, damnit. She feels every bloody emotion about her!"

"Including yours."

Harry's eyes narrowed at his father.

"What does that mean?"

"You just said it. She feels every emotion about her. Meaning she feels you pulling away from her."

"I am not pulling away from her!"

"Harry…"

"Fuck it!" snapped Harry. He turned, long hair swirling behind him and stalked towards the door.

"Where are you going?" demanded Severus.

Harry paused at the door, his hand clenched on the knob.

"I'm going to have some nice, long words with Dumbledore. And when I get done with that, I'm going to go and get some sleep."

He then threw the door open and stormed out, slamming the door shut behind him.

Severus sighed and massaged his temples, groaning, "Sheen, what have you done to my son?"

"DUMBLEDORE!"

"Ah," said Dumbledore casually as though he had an enraged Slytherin storm into his office every day. "What can I do for you, Harry?"

"You can explain to me why in all nine FUCKING levels of Hell you told Daladier about the Gauntlet."

"He needed to know…"

"Hell he did!" shouted Harry. He leaned on the desk so his face was only a few centimeters from the older wizards. Dumbledore couldn't help but admit he felt a little intimidated by the young man. He truly had no idea what he was capable of nor what he had been taught over the summer. A summer that had been four long years for him instead of a simple two months.

"He inquired of it."

"And you told him," sneered Harry.

Dumbledore nodded. "Of course."

"Fuck."

"I truly wish you would not use such language."

Harry's emerald eyes flickered black for a half-second and he smirked before saying again, "Fuck."

Dumbledore sighed, trying not to note that the young man's smirk was too much like his grandfather's for comfort.

"Harry…" he began.

"I don't want to hear it," growled the dark-haired wizard. "You don't know what the Gauntlet did to Ni. You had no right to tell him about it. He had no right to bring it up in class. And neither of you have the right to ever speak of it again in her presence."

Dumbledore's brows furrowed and he frowned at Harry.

"Was that a threat?"

"No, professor," hissed Harry. "This is a threat. If you ever do something else that will hurt Ni, I will kill you. I don't want to but I will. I promise you that."

The dark-haired young man spun gracefully on one heel and stalked out of the office, leaving Dumbledore speechless. And with a tinge of fear.

The boy has grown, commented Fawkes.

"He's a danger."

To you, Albus. And to any that attempt to harm those he loves. He has a wolfish protectiveness, that boy does.

"Still a danger."

The phoenix let out what could be construed as a snort.

Albus, Albus, he said, shaking his scarlet head. You do not understand. Your dark knight's fledgling boy has grown in a dark wolf. Do you not see him?

"What do you mean?" asked Dumbledore.

He's grown up.

"You mean…"

He is going to face Voldemort. This very year. It is inevitable.

"He'll die. He can't defeat Voldemort without there being a willing sacrifice to negate the blood shared between them."

Fawkes looked at his bond mate with his ancient eyes, which seemed even older than they usually did.

Then I suppose that someone shall have to make that choice.

Mika was partially awake when Harry came storming into the common room, his face dark with anger and his eyes flashing between their normal emerald and the black of the Tethdaìr.

"M-morning!" he yawned, waving slightly at the dark-haired wizard.

"Good night," replied Harry gruffly. He walked straight past Mika towards his dormitory, slamming the door shut behind him.

Mika blinked after him and mumbled, "Well, that was nice… I wonder what crawled up his back."

Author's Note

Sorry its short. My brain died after Mika spoke.

Heheh. Harry's just a bit pissed off, don't 'cha think?