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Chapter 3 Confrontations

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Harry Potter awoke with a screaming headache and an intense hunger. He moaned, and said quietly, "Remind me to not use that much energy, the next time I need to kill a Dark Lord."

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ 'Aye Harry. You really need to sleep regularly. These long sleeps aren't good for you, James said.

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Harry's head whipped up. He was expecting his parents to disappear once he avenged them. We wanted to say goodbye, Lily whispered. She obviously didn't want to leave her son, as all mothers did.

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Harry's eyes began watering. "How long was I out?" He asked hoarsely, trying to put off the inevitable.

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ A week,Sirius said.

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Harry groaned. "Man, that spell took a lot more out of me than I thought."

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Harry. We have to go. Most of the others need to pass on, now that our job is done, that Voldemort is dead. The spell is finished,ྭJames said, his voice quivering.

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ No… please guys, don't leave. Harry begged.

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Sorry Harry, we can't stay. At least we got to talk to each other for 2 straight years, Lily said, trying to make good out of the situation and not cry.

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Besides Harry. You don't want all of us here when you do… things. Sirius said suggestively. A collective groan was heard throughout Harry's mind.

ྭStop corrupting him Sirius, Lily scolded good-naturedly.

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Harry, we will leave you with our power. We know you'll use it right, Godric 'nodded', the world might one day need it.

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Harry. We must pass on. Please, don't isolate yourself. Try and forgive them. The consequences of their actions should be enough punishment, so please, just try. That's all. Lily asked softly, a mother's final advice to a son who was all alone in the world.

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ How can I mum? Do you forgive Remus? Or any of the others? Do any of you forgive them for what they did to me? Harry begged, knowing that this was the last time he would receive advice from his parents. Their guidance was all he had for two years.

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Your right Harry. If I was alive, I'd punch Remus, James growled, remembering how the last Marauder left his son all alone in what amounts to Hell.

Me too, Sirius added. Still, maybe one day we could forgive Remus.'

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ But Harry, if you hold onto your anger and hatred, you'll turn Dark. I know you don't want that, and none of us want that to happen either, Lily explained.They feel the consequences of their actions, and that hurts them. You don't need to do anything.

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Harry nodded, and he whispered softly, "I love you Mum. All of you have been great, helping me. Thank you, all of you."

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Lily nodded, he felt, and she sobbed, I love you too Harry.

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ We all do son. No matter where you go, know that your mum and me will always love you. You're my son, and I couldn't be prouder. Just please, don't live single,James joked, trying to lighten the situation, as always.

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Harry smiled through his tears, and nodded.

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ You'll never be alone Harry. We'll always watch over you. Goodbye Harry, Sirius whispered.

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ For the first time since he had inherited his powers and discovered he was the Heir of Gryffindor, he felt truly alone.

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Harry Potter apparated outside of Hogwarts. He wanted to apparate within Hogwarts, which he could do, but required power, and he didn't really want to spend another few days asleep. No matter what Her-Granger, he corrected, said, Apparating within Hogwarts is entirely possible, just out of the power range of an ordinary wizard and their mentalities.

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ He walked towards the castle, and spotted Hagrid's hut. It was dark, and no one lived inside. He was saddened at the thought of his first real friend's death, and the fact that he was accused of his murder. Ha! He gave a dark chuckle, and pushed open the front doors.

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ He entertained the idea of bursting in and cursing everyone, but again, going back to Azkaban did not appeal to him. He could escape easily, but he'd rather not be a fugitive. But, he wondered, would they convict him when just days before he had killed Voldemort and single-handedly saved the wizarding world? It would be an interesting trial to say the least.

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ And so he strode up to the Headmaster's office. The same gargoyle. Harry decided to guess the password, rather than smash the gargoyle. Interesting, but he didn't need a scene. He needed his things. Or rather, what hadn't been burned by his so called friends.

Flashback

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ "YOU TRAITOR!" Ron roared as he punched Harry in the jaw. The news of Harry's accusations had just reached him. His eyes watered as he hit Harry.

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ "Please Ron, I didn't, please believe me…" Harry begged, but Ron didn't listen and punched him in the eye.

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ " Mione, please, tell him I didn't do it. Please?" Harry turned to his other best friend, Hermione Granger, who had stuck by him no matter what, even when Ron didn't. But she looked at him and walked over and slapped him. Hard.

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Harry fell to the floor, his eyes beginning to water, but he wouldn't cry.

End Flashback

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Bad memories, Hogwarts had. He didn't want to be here, but he needed his school things. He needed his Gringotts key, especially. After guessing Dumbledore's password, "Donuts", he walked into the office without knocking.

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Dumbledore was feeling immensely guilty, and saddened. It was similar to the last time Voldemort had gone, and again, the Potter family had to suffer to do it. He looked up to see the last remaining Potter looking at him coldly.

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ "Ah, Harry. What brings you here? Would you like a lemon drop?" He asked, feigning cheerfulness. Harry wasn't fooled and said coldly, "No. I came here because of necessity. My Gringotts key happens to be in my school trunk. I would like that trunk back, Dumbledore."

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Dumbledore nodded, and said, "Your things are down in the dungeons, currently. I'll get a house-elf to bring them up, unless you want to get them yourself?" He said the last part hopeful of a yes, because they might run into Miss Granger, who worked as the History of Magic teacher, and Miss Weasley, who might currently be visiting her friend

"And please, call me Albus.".

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Harry, however, shook his head. He realized Dumbledore probably wanted him to run into some of his former friends.That wouldn't happen. Not yet. Dumbledore sighed, and called for Dobby.

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ "HARRY POTTER SIR! IT'S YOU!" Dobby squealed as he tackled Harry. Harry looked bemused for a moment. "DOBBY KNEW YOU WERE INNOCENT SIR! HARRY POTTER IS A KIND SOUL, WHO IS A GREAT WIZARD!" Harry smiled warmly at one of his few friends left.

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ "Hello Dobby. Could you please get Mr. Potter's things from the dungeon?" Dumbledore asked quietly, but was secretly pleased Harry could still smile and thought that there was a small chance that he could forgive them.

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Dobby nodded, and went to fetch the trunk. Silence reigned uncomfortably for a few moments, until Dumbledore realized something. "You sent me that note."

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Harry nodded, and began pacing around the room. "Why Harry?" Dumbledore asked, trying to get Harry's intentions out in the open.

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ "Because I needed Voldemort's forces thinned, and chances were that, knowing Tom and some of my former friends," Harry said scathingly, "They would probably talk about me, and Tom would tell all of you I was innocent, as a last guilt trip. I daresay Legimency really helps me understand the insane mind of Tom Riddle."

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Dumbledore straightened at hearing that Harry was a Legimens, which brought his attention to the fact that Harry had defeated more enemies yesterday than the whole Order. "Harry, if you don't mind me asking, how did you do…those things you did? He inquired.

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Harry whirled around, having been looking away for a moment, and glared at Dumbledore. "I do mind. But here's a question for you," Harry asked, his curiosity getting the better of him, "Why did you not snap my wand?"

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Dumbledore looked away and said, "Because I hoped that it could be useful in the fight against Voldemort, as a Priori Incantem, or at perhaps another could take upon your role." Silence reigned again after that.

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ "So what happened. Am I still a convict?" Harry asked quietly.

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ "No. Pettigrew as questioned under Veritaserum. He confessed everything. Yours and Sirius' names are clear." Dumbledore said gently.

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Harry smirked and let out a quiet chuckle. "So you decided to use Veritaserum there, huh?"

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Dumbledore winced yet again as Harry continued jabbing at him, letting his hatred spill into their conversations. They talked for a few more moments, discussing the fates of the Death Eaters, most were given the Dementor's kiss. Afterward, an uncomfortable silence fell.

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ "Dumbledore, why the hell did you lock me up?" Harry asked suddenly. "You know the Prophecy. You knew I was the only one who could kill Voldemort. What were you going to do?"

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Dumbledore looked saddened, and said defeated, "I hoped you would be repentant one day. Or at the least, I could…"

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ "You could sic me on Voldemort. I was always your pawn, wasn't I Dumbledore. You always did control me, send me against Voldemort again and again. You used me, Dumbledore. You used me as your weapon. You are the one I know that affected the court's decision the most. You are the great DUMBledore after all." Harry said sarcastically, putting emphasis on the Dumb in Dumbledore.

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ "You bastard. You were so convinced of your own infallibility, the Marauder's map, and the Prior Incanto that you never thought to use Veritaserum. I didn't deserve that, Albus?" He asked, saying the Headmaster's name for the first time.

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"Now Harry, I know you're angry, but-" Dumbledore began, but Harry cut him off, his last vestiges of control over his anger breaking.

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ "ANGRY! ANGRY DOESN'T BEGIN TO SCRATCH THE SURFACE YOU BLOODY BASTARD! YOU CONDEMENED ME TO HELL, TURNED YOUR BACK ON ME WHEN I WOULD HAVE DIED FOR YOU! I LOOKED UP TO YOU! YOU WERE MY HERO, DAMNIT!" Harry ranted, obviously needing to get his feelings out.

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Similar to his fifth year, Harry Potter began destroying some of Dumbledore's possessions. This time, his anger and magic did it. Several objects shattered and imploded, other fell from their height. Dumbledore could swear the castle was shaking. He was amazed at the power of his former pupil. He only wished it could have been seen forming under his guidance, and that Harry had never been sentenced to Azkaban.

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Shaking, Harry calmed down momentarily when he heard Dobby's voice. "Harry Potter sir?" he asked quietly. Harry smiled and motioned him to come in. He opened the trunk, and looked inside. Old books and knickknacks.

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ "Oh, Harry. I have another one of your possessions here with me." Dumbledore said, and he handed Harry the Marauder's Map. "It was most informative to us."

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Harry studied it for a moment. "It's not infallible either, Albus." He said quietly. Dumbledore winced at the jibe at his trust in the map.

"I know Harry." Dumbledore responded quietly. However, a plan to give Harry some companionship was forming in his mind. Some living contact would be good for him.

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ "Harry, if you do not mind me asking, may Dobby come and work for you? I'm sure he would like that very much." Dumbledore asked.

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Harry looked startled at the question, but upon seeing Dobby's eager face, he said, "No trouble at all. I'll pay you of course Dobby." Harry said kindly. Besides, he thought to himself, now I don't have to cook!

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Dobby looked in awe at Harry, and tried to refuse to be paid, but Harry was adamant. "And call me Harry. I don't like being called Master." He requested.

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Again, Dobby protested but was met with stubborn resistance from Harry. He finally agreed, and Harry smiled. It warmed Dumbledore's heart to see a smile on the boy's face, that even with everything life threw his way, he stood strong. He was a rock the wizarding world could depend on.

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Harry nodded at the Headmaster, and turned to grab his trunk when one of the people he really didn't want to see at the moment burst into the room. "Headmaster, I need to speak to you about….." Hermione started, but upon seeing her former friend, she stopped. "Harry." She whispered.

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ His head whipped around and glared at her, his eyes speaking of the sorrow and betrayal he had experienced, forgetting the advice his parents gave him, losing it to the depths of their betrayal. She winced, and her mind seemed to fall to pieces. She regretted that Ginny was not here, having left to go shopping at Diagon Alley from the Burrow a few moments ago, which had been repaired rather quickly.

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ In fact, the square where Harry had killed Voldemort was renamed Potter Square. Harry and Ginny needed to talk, she knew. The issues there were far deeper than the ones between best friends. These were issues of trust and love.

ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Harry thought briefly about saying some scathing words and cursing her, but thought against it. He was already emotionally exhausted, and he still needed to do other things. He would deal with this issue later. "Let's go Dobby." He whispered, and together they disaparated, completely ignoring the fact that Hermione said it was impossible, and in his mind, Harry thought vindictively, Take that Granger.