Chapter Thirteen-Confronting Dumbledore
The first Friday of the new term, Harry informed Neville, Draco and Padma that they found the spell, and to meet him after dinner, in the class room, next to Firenze's. Hermione informed the other Gryfindors (Ron, Ginny and Dean), of the same things as above.
After dinner the eight met in the dusty old, hadn't been used in years classroom, Hermione explained there findings, while Harry added in at some points, to the information he found, but Hermione delivered.
"So, you expect us to believe this shite, Mud.. Granger? How do we know, your not telling us some cock and bull story, you've made up?"
"How about this Draco," Harry snarled, "I was the one who found this information, so keep your little rat face shut, got it?" Harry threatened.
"If you found it, why is Hermione telling us, then?" asked Dean.
"Because I thought you Gryfindors would prefer listening to your housemate rather then someone you detest, like moi."
"Good point there, Potter," said Ron Weasley.
Harry smiled a sickly sweet smile at Weasley, and replied, "Thank you."
"Do all of you understand what the spell is and what it's purpose is?" Hermione asked the group.
Everyone nodded in reply.
"Good, so are we ready to go to Headmaster Dumbledore about Har.. Potter's findings?"
A chorus of Yesses, replied to Hermione's question.
The group went to the statue leading up to Professor Dumbledore's office and Ginny Weasley asked, "How can we get in without the password?"
"Easy," Harry replied before starting his guesses of passwords, "Lemon drops," not a budge from the statue, "Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans." Nothing again, "Hmm.. Payday." Nothing, "Canary Creams." And it slid aside to reveal a spiral stair.
"How do you know of my brothers inventions, Potter?"
"Oh, they are friends of mine, Weasley."
Ron shook his head in disbelief.
The two Slytherins, one Ravenclaw and five Gryfindors went up the stairs and knocked upon Dumbledore's door.
"Come in Misters Potter, Malfoy, Longbottom, Thomas, and Weasley and Misses Granger, Patil and Weasley."
"How'd he know?" asked Ron in disbelief.
"I know of just about everything that goes about in this school, Mister Weasley," Dumbledore greeted them.
"Sit down," and with a wave of his hand, eight plush purple armchairs appeared in a row before his desk. The eight sat before his desk, and he sat behind it.
"I presume you have figured out what I did to the eight of you, before this school year, yes, good, which spell?" He asked with a twinkle in his eye.
"The Wallace Spell," Harry replied.
"Very good, Mister Potter, excellent work, and you discovered it over the Winter holiday, I presume."
"Yes sir."
"Have any of you figured out why, I did this particualar spell on the eight of you?"
"Miss Granger, you look as if you may know, do you have a guess?"
"Yes sir," she nodded, "You picked the group of us, who barely get along, excepct for Har.. Potter and Neville, and of course Ginny and Dean, and Padma and Malfoy. You put us in a fictional reality, without our prejudices, and in this reality, many of us who are not friends, were, actually in your reality, we were all friends, excepct for Neville, who, I don't know what happened with him, just that he must have been there."
"Very good deduction, Ms. Granger, excellent, you've nipped it in the bud. You are correct, that I placed you in a reality without your prejudices and house loyalty, and it proved that many of you who despise eachother were indeed friends, and Neville's role was a reality and memories with his parents and Harry's mother and godfather, things which would comfort them, and Ms. Granger, I gave you a brother who was very much opposite you, but much like someone, I now believe has become among your greatest friends, am I correct?"
She nodded.
"You see, I wanted to show you, that you can be friends within other houses, some of you have known this for years, others of you, have and still do, despise your fellow houses, without real reason, by views ingrained within you since childhood, and yet others of you just stick to your house, for no apparent reason what so ever. Am I right, Mister Thomas, it's comforting, to have a few close friends and aquatences within your house, hmm?"
Dean nodded.
"Have all of you grown from my little experiment, no, but some of you have and very much so, I hope you can look past your differences, now that you know what it is I did, for your own well being and hopefully advancement, you are dismissed, Mister Potter, will you stay here a moment."
Everyone but Harry left.
Dumbledore sealed the room, "Mister Potter, Harry, how is everything going?"
"Fine sir."
"Have you been training?"
"You know I have been."
"That indeed I know," Dumbledore twinkled.
"What do you want Dumbledore?" Harry asked getting to the point.
"Have you considered telling anyone of your burden?"
"Not in the exact words, but what it can mean."
"Hmm.. will you tell anyone, of it?"
"Possibly."
"Your closest friends, maybe?"
"Blaise and Theo, absolutely not, Neville deserves to know though."
"Will you tell Miss Granger?"
Harry shrugged.
"Tell only those you trust absolutely, Harry."
Harry nodded, and turned to leave.
"Mister Potter, you have not been dismissed."
"You seem as if your done, Sir."
"Almost Mister Potter, almost, consider telling them soon, it will happen before your final day at Hogwarts."
"That is expected, sir, I've fully expected it to happen before my final days here."
"That is well, you are dismissed, Harry."
And Harry exited without another word.
"I think I know, who you will tell the prophecy to, well in part at least you will. Make wise choices Harry, don't make an old man's mistake and tell the wrong person or keep it to yourself, you can't do everything without a little bit of help," Dumbledore spoke out loud to himself as Harry was going down the circuler staircase.
There we have Chapter 13, 14 fanfic says, hope you enjoyed it, sorry for the shortness, was having writers block from an already planned and outlinded chapter, oddly... I know, I'm getting odder as the Chapters progress, lol, next chapter, hmm, I'll probably skip a few months, maybe to April, May, unless you'd like a Quidditich match thrown in? If so, drop me a line, either in a review or at my e-mail: , thanks!
The first Friday of the new term, Harry informed Neville, Draco and Padma that they found the spell, and to meet him after dinner, in the class room, next to Firenze's. Hermione informed the other Gryfindors (Ron, Ginny and Dean), of the same things as above.
After dinner the eight met in the dusty old, hadn't been used in years classroom, Hermione explained there findings, while Harry added in at some points, to the information he found, but Hermione delivered.
"So, you expect us to believe this shite, Mud.. Granger? How do we know, your not telling us some cock and bull story, you've made up?"
"How about this Draco," Harry snarled, "I was the one who found this information, so keep your little rat face shut, got it?" Harry threatened.
"If you found it, why is Hermione telling us, then?" asked Dean.
"Because I thought you Gryfindors would prefer listening to your housemate rather then someone you detest, like moi."
"Good point there, Potter," said Ron Weasley.
Harry smiled a sickly sweet smile at Weasley, and replied, "Thank you."
"Do all of you understand what the spell is and what it's purpose is?" Hermione asked the group.
Everyone nodded in reply.
"Good, so are we ready to go to Headmaster Dumbledore about Har.. Potter's findings?"
A chorus of Yesses, replied to Hermione's question.
The group went to the statue leading up to Professor Dumbledore's office and Ginny Weasley asked, "How can we get in without the password?"
"Easy," Harry replied before starting his guesses of passwords, "Lemon drops," not a budge from the statue, "Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans." Nothing again, "Hmm.. Payday." Nothing, "Canary Creams." And it slid aside to reveal a spiral stair.
"How do you know of my brothers inventions, Potter?"
"Oh, they are friends of mine, Weasley."
Ron shook his head in disbelief.
The two Slytherins, one Ravenclaw and five Gryfindors went up the stairs and knocked upon Dumbledore's door.
"Come in Misters Potter, Malfoy, Longbottom, Thomas, and Weasley and Misses Granger, Patil and Weasley."
"How'd he know?" asked Ron in disbelief.
"I know of just about everything that goes about in this school, Mister Weasley," Dumbledore greeted them.
"Sit down," and with a wave of his hand, eight plush purple armchairs appeared in a row before his desk. The eight sat before his desk, and he sat behind it.
"I presume you have figured out what I did to the eight of you, before this school year, yes, good, which spell?" He asked with a twinkle in his eye.
"The Wallace Spell," Harry replied.
"Very good, Mister Potter, excellent work, and you discovered it over the Winter holiday, I presume."
"Yes sir."
"Have any of you figured out why, I did this particualar spell on the eight of you?"
"Miss Granger, you look as if you may know, do you have a guess?"
"Yes sir," she nodded, "You picked the group of us, who barely get along, excepct for Har.. Potter and Neville, and of course Ginny and Dean, and Padma and Malfoy. You put us in a fictional reality, without our prejudices, and in this reality, many of us who are not friends, were, actually in your reality, we were all friends, excepct for Neville, who, I don't know what happened with him, just that he must have been there."
"Very good deduction, Ms. Granger, excellent, you've nipped it in the bud. You are correct, that I placed you in a reality without your prejudices and house loyalty, and it proved that many of you who despise eachother were indeed friends, and Neville's role was a reality and memories with his parents and Harry's mother and godfather, things which would comfort them, and Ms. Granger, I gave you a brother who was very much opposite you, but much like someone, I now believe has become among your greatest friends, am I correct?"
She nodded.
"You see, I wanted to show you, that you can be friends within other houses, some of you have known this for years, others of you, have and still do, despise your fellow houses, without real reason, by views ingrained within you since childhood, and yet others of you just stick to your house, for no apparent reason what so ever. Am I right, Mister Thomas, it's comforting, to have a few close friends and aquatences within your house, hmm?"
Dean nodded.
"Have all of you grown from my little experiment, no, but some of you have and very much so, I hope you can look past your differences, now that you know what it is I did, for your own well being and hopefully advancement, you are dismissed, Mister Potter, will you stay here a moment."
Everyone but Harry left.
Dumbledore sealed the room, "Mister Potter, Harry, how is everything going?"
"Fine sir."
"Have you been training?"
"You know I have been."
"That indeed I know," Dumbledore twinkled.
"What do you want Dumbledore?" Harry asked getting to the point.
"Have you considered telling anyone of your burden?"
"Not in the exact words, but what it can mean."
"Hmm.. will you tell anyone, of it?"
"Possibly."
"Your closest friends, maybe?"
"Blaise and Theo, absolutely not, Neville deserves to know though."
"Will you tell Miss Granger?"
Harry shrugged.
"Tell only those you trust absolutely, Harry."
Harry nodded, and turned to leave.
"Mister Potter, you have not been dismissed."
"You seem as if your done, Sir."
"Almost Mister Potter, almost, consider telling them soon, it will happen before your final day at Hogwarts."
"That is expected, sir, I've fully expected it to happen before my final days here."
"That is well, you are dismissed, Harry."
And Harry exited without another word.
"I think I know, who you will tell the prophecy to, well in part at least you will. Make wise choices Harry, don't make an old man's mistake and tell the wrong person or keep it to yourself, you can't do everything without a little bit of help," Dumbledore spoke out loud to himself as Harry was going down the circuler staircase.
There we have Chapter 13, 14 fanfic says, hope you enjoyed it, sorry for the shortness, was having writers block from an already planned and outlinded chapter, oddly... I know, I'm getting odder as the Chapters progress, lol, next chapter, hmm, I'll probably skip a few months, maybe to April, May, unless you'd like a Quidditich match thrown in? If so, drop me a line, either in a review or at my e-mail: , thanks!