Chapter 7 – The whole truth?
Throwing on his father's school robes Harry set of to Dumbledore's office, planning the speech he was going to recite while trying to remember the password from the night before. "Mars bar" muttered Harry, still massaging his scar, hoping that the pain would start to subside soon. Right on cue the stairs to the headmaster's office started to escalate. "Sir, I know it's early but I have to tell you everything." Harry rambled "Harry I see, well sit down, and let's start from the beginning" Dumbledore had regained his usual composure and Harry couldn't help but notice the distant twinkle in his blue eyes was starting to develop once again. "Sir, I had a dream, but before you tell me I'm being silly I need to tell you the full story. When I was one Voldemort attempted to kill me, but my parents died for me, and as a result I survived the Aveda Kedavra curse. Anyways, as much as I hate to admit it, we have a connection, when he gave me this scar" Harry pushed up his fringe displaying the said piece of evidence, "well anyways, as a result I can speak parsletongue and I have visions of what's happening. I can sort of read his emotion's and my scar hurts when he's near." Dumbledore, who had been listening intently, nodded silently, "Please continue Mr Potter" "Well, I don't know if there is anything you can do about it, but I need to get back as soon as possible, you see Voldemort is going to try and kill me while I'm comatose in my time. If he succeeds that means that Voldemort cannot be stopped. You see, there was this prophecy, and it said one of us has to kill the other. I can't let him win" Harry finished his monologue visibly shaking. "Well, that complicates the subject somewhat" Dumbledore finally said "You're telling me," Harry said back with the beginnings of a sarcastic smile forming on his face. "Well, you are right in one aspect. I don't know what I can do t help you, I suggest when James and Lily regain control we have a little chat about the duel which appears to have triggered your arrival here" "There was something else. Me, Hermione and my other friend Ron were in potions. We were making the Transoulplant potion but we know we made a mistake. I think Ron added the caterpillars or something too early. At the end the professor told us to drink it and I blanked out and arrived here. I presume the same happened to Hermione but what I'm most worried about is if all three of us took it, where is Ron?" Harry felt this concern swallow him up, now the thought had been voiced it was more real, and that scared him. "Ah, the Transoulplant potion...I have never liked it myself, a little tricky and in my opinion Divination is a flawed subject at the best of times. I will research more into this today. As for your friend, Ron did you call him?" Harry nodded "I am sure he will be about, somewhere. You all took the potion at the same time so it figures he will be in the same situation, and regards the host it is entirely possible he is less likely to be as forthcoming as Lily and James regarding hearing voices in his head – even in the wizarding world that's not good". Dumbledore concluded. "Yes sir, I know you are right, but I'm still worried" "Don't be, there is little which can be done now, everything will work out. I am sure of it. Oh, and Mr. Potter before you leave, am I right in assuming that James and Lily are your parents?" This took Harry by shock, he paled, unfortunately the quietly recessive James also heard this, but he had the advantage of feeling Harry's reaction. "I thought so" Replied Dumbledore. That was it, the game was up. James now knew he was going to die at the hands of Voldemort protecting his son, who would never know him. He knew who he would marry and what horror his offspring would go through. James was angry, why hadn't Harry told him? Why keep it quiet?
Throwing on his father's school robes Harry set of to Dumbledore's office, planning the speech he was going to recite while trying to remember the password from the night before. "Mars bar" muttered Harry, still massaging his scar, hoping that the pain would start to subside soon. Right on cue the stairs to the headmaster's office started to escalate. "Sir, I know it's early but I have to tell you everything." Harry rambled "Harry I see, well sit down, and let's start from the beginning" Dumbledore had regained his usual composure and Harry couldn't help but notice the distant twinkle in his blue eyes was starting to develop once again. "Sir, I had a dream, but before you tell me I'm being silly I need to tell you the full story. When I was one Voldemort attempted to kill me, but my parents died for me, and as a result I survived the Aveda Kedavra curse. Anyways, as much as I hate to admit it, we have a connection, when he gave me this scar" Harry pushed up his fringe displaying the said piece of evidence, "well anyways, as a result I can speak parsletongue and I have visions of what's happening. I can sort of read his emotion's and my scar hurts when he's near." Dumbledore, who had been listening intently, nodded silently, "Please continue Mr Potter" "Well, I don't know if there is anything you can do about it, but I need to get back as soon as possible, you see Voldemort is going to try and kill me while I'm comatose in my time. If he succeeds that means that Voldemort cannot be stopped. You see, there was this prophecy, and it said one of us has to kill the other. I can't let him win" Harry finished his monologue visibly shaking. "Well, that complicates the subject somewhat" Dumbledore finally said "You're telling me," Harry said back with the beginnings of a sarcastic smile forming on his face. "Well, you are right in one aspect. I don't know what I can do t help you, I suggest when James and Lily regain control we have a little chat about the duel which appears to have triggered your arrival here" "There was something else. Me, Hermione and my other friend Ron were in potions. We were making the Transoulplant potion but we know we made a mistake. I think Ron added the caterpillars or something too early. At the end the professor told us to drink it and I blanked out and arrived here. I presume the same happened to Hermione but what I'm most worried about is if all three of us took it, where is Ron?" Harry felt this concern swallow him up, now the thought had been voiced it was more real, and that scared him. "Ah, the Transoulplant potion...I have never liked it myself, a little tricky and in my opinion Divination is a flawed subject at the best of times. I will research more into this today. As for your friend, Ron did you call him?" Harry nodded "I am sure he will be about, somewhere. You all took the potion at the same time so it figures he will be in the same situation, and regards the host it is entirely possible he is less likely to be as forthcoming as Lily and James regarding hearing voices in his head – even in the wizarding world that's not good". Dumbledore concluded. "Yes sir, I know you are right, but I'm still worried" "Don't be, there is little which can be done now, everything will work out. I am sure of it. Oh, and Mr. Potter before you leave, am I right in assuming that James and Lily are your parents?" This took Harry by shock, he paled, unfortunately the quietly recessive James also heard this, but he had the advantage of feeling Harry's reaction. "I thought so" Replied Dumbledore. That was it, the game was up. James now knew he was going to die at the hands of Voldemort protecting his son, who would never know him. He knew who he would marry and what horror his offspring would go through. James was angry, why hadn't Harry told him? Why keep it quiet?