Challenging Choices
AN: HI! I will no longer be updating this fic with TEOTD.
TEOTD is currently being tortured until I can get somewhere with it.
Sorry for this chapter being so short, but hey, I only waited what? a week before updating again.
I don't own HP.
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Harry woke up to see the grinning face of the Headmaster, with that annoying twinkle in his eyes, floating above his head and saying, "Ah, Harry, I see that you are awake. Would you care for a lemon drop?"
"No," Harry said shortly before turning his head away from the headmaster and facing towards the wall.
"Ah, I see you're angry with me," Dumbledore said sagely.
"No fuck," Harry replied scathingly still not facing his professor.
"Mr. Potter, I understand you are upset but you will refrain from using that language," Dumbledore said sharply. He then lightened up and said, "At least refrain from that language around those who have the power to give you detention."
"Sure, act like you believe me," Harry said darkly looking at Dumbledore sharply. "Try to pump information from the poor suicidal person. Then tie them up in some room and don't let them go until they are cured. Too fucking bad you don't believe me. Because it's the bloody truth!"
"Five points from Gryffindor Mr. Potter," Dumbledore said sadly. "I told you to refrain from vulgarities. And contrary to what I stated last night, well early this morning, I now believe your story. I am sorry for not believing it before."
"Oh you do," Harry said sarcastically. "Then why did you seem to be convinced of that so called magic that protects me from possession? Or ask me straight out why I tried to ruddy kill myself?"
"What you said yesterday rang somewhat of truth, I believe you said, 'a bleeding shield against it.' I spent the night looking up different shields and I believe I found one that could have worked, however I need more information. Alas this means visiting Grimwald place as that has where all of the order's resources have been accumulated. But, I digress," Dumbledore said. "The fact is I do believe you."
Harry eyed Dumbledore suspiciously, "You believe me."
"Yes."
"I don't believe you," Harry said.
"I understand it is hard to accept my apology but I offer it again, I apologize for disbelieving you when you were telling the truth," the headmaster apologized.
"Where are Hermione and Ron?" Harry asked ignoring the old man's apology.
"They are over by their cots, I asked them to allow me to speak to you alone and so I put a silencing dome around us," Dumbledore explained. "What about my apology?"
"I can't accept it, not now," Harry replied.
"I understand," Dumbledore bowed his head. "Will you listen to Remus?"
"What does he want?" Harry asked sharply.
"To speak with you," Dumbledore said.
"That's stating the obvious," Harry scowled.
"Will you listen?" the old wizard asked.
"Do I have a choice?" Harry spat.
"We all have choices my boy," Dumbledore said. "Its what we choose that makes us who we are."
"Really?" Harry asked bitterly. "I seem to be the Bloody-Boy-Who-Lived. I didn't choose that. I didn't choose to be Voldemort's fucking downfall. If I recall, any of those choices were ripped from me by that bloody prophecy that old bat Trelawney made."
"But the Boy-Who-Lived is not who you are," Dumbledore said getting out of his seat. "You are Harry Potter, a sixteen year old boy who has been dealt a bad hand by life."
Harry said nothing as Dumbledore left the room and his best friends came towards his bed.
AN:
Please review!
AN: HI! I will no longer be updating this fic with TEOTD.
TEOTD is currently being tortured until I can get somewhere with it.
Sorry for this chapter being so short, but hey, I only waited what? a week before updating again.
I don't own HP.
*UNBETA-ED*
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Harry woke up to see the grinning face of the Headmaster, with that annoying twinkle in his eyes, floating above his head and saying, "Ah, Harry, I see that you are awake. Would you care for a lemon drop?"
"No," Harry said shortly before turning his head away from the headmaster and facing towards the wall.
"Ah, I see you're angry with me," Dumbledore said sagely.
"No fuck," Harry replied scathingly still not facing his professor.
"Mr. Potter, I understand you are upset but you will refrain from using that language," Dumbledore said sharply. He then lightened up and said, "At least refrain from that language around those who have the power to give you detention."
"Sure, act like you believe me," Harry said darkly looking at Dumbledore sharply. "Try to pump information from the poor suicidal person. Then tie them up in some room and don't let them go until they are cured. Too fucking bad you don't believe me. Because it's the bloody truth!"
"Five points from Gryffindor Mr. Potter," Dumbledore said sadly. "I told you to refrain from vulgarities. And contrary to what I stated last night, well early this morning, I now believe your story. I am sorry for not believing it before."
"Oh you do," Harry said sarcastically. "Then why did you seem to be convinced of that so called magic that protects me from possession? Or ask me straight out why I tried to ruddy kill myself?"
"What you said yesterday rang somewhat of truth, I believe you said, 'a bleeding shield against it.' I spent the night looking up different shields and I believe I found one that could have worked, however I need more information. Alas this means visiting Grimwald place as that has where all of the order's resources have been accumulated. But, I digress," Dumbledore said. "The fact is I do believe you."
Harry eyed Dumbledore suspiciously, "You believe me."
"Yes."
"I don't believe you," Harry said.
"I understand it is hard to accept my apology but I offer it again, I apologize for disbelieving you when you were telling the truth," the headmaster apologized.
"Where are Hermione and Ron?" Harry asked ignoring the old man's apology.
"They are over by their cots, I asked them to allow me to speak to you alone and so I put a silencing dome around us," Dumbledore explained. "What about my apology?"
"I can't accept it, not now," Harry replied.
"I understand," Dumbledore bowed his head. "Will you listen to Remus?"
"What does he want?" Harry asked sharply.
"To speak with you," Dumbledore said.
"That's stating the obvious," Harry scowled.
"Will you listen?" the old wizard asked.
"Do I have a choice?" Harry spat.
"We all have choices my boy," Dumbledore said. "Its what we choose that makes us who we are."
"Really?" Harry asked bitterly. "I seem to be the Bloody-Boy-Who-Lived. I didn't choose that. I didn't choose to be Voldemort's fucking downfall. If I recall, any of those choices were ripped from me by that bloody prophecy that old bat Trelawney made."
"But the Boy-Who-Lived is not who you are," Dumbledore said getting out of his seat. "You are Harry Potter, a sixteen year old boy who has been dealt a bad hand by life."
Harry said nothing as Dumbledore left the room and his best friends came towards his bed.
AN:
Please review!