A/N:
I'm so sorry about this!! It didn't want to be bold so I tried fixing it the
next day, but then it didn't work, so I'm trying it again! Lets hope it works!
Well, when I first put this up the first time, it was right after Halloween, this time, its right after Veteran's day. So HAPPY VETERANS DAY! I hope u thought about our fallen!
Disclaimer: Again, if any of these characters yourecognize, that
would be because JK invented them, and I'm just adding to their story. However,
the plots, and other characters you may not recognize, are mine.
And if you noticed, I changed the type of story this will be. I decided to make
it into a romantic comedy. Hopefully more comedy than romance, but we'll see
how I do.
Anything in BOLD, is from OoTP directly. Remember that!
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*~~~ Chapter 5. The Truth
(pt2)~~~*
When
Harry woke up the next day, he was excited that Sirius was in the castle,
visiting him. He kept looking at his photo album thinking back to the night
before when he and Sirius stayed up for hours looking at the book.
After a while, his excitement
wore off as he remembered that he was supposed to go back to Dumbledore's
office to talk some more.
After eating a delicious
breakfast of grits (A: N: I think they eat those in England. If I'm wrong, let
me know!), pancakes and pumpkin juice. After breakfast, he found himself taking
a stroll through to the castle corridors look at all the scenery he usually
would not have been able to see, because of rushing to classes. He first noticed
some portraits of famous witches or wizards that he's never seen before, but
have of course heard of. It was the portrait of the Four Founders. Godric
Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Helga Hufflepuff and Rowena Ravenclaw. Their
pictures were not moving, they appeared to be ordinary Muggle photos.
"That's strange, they aren't moving." Harry thought.
'That would be because this was taken before moving pictures were
invented." Said a voice from behind Harry.
"Professor! You have a habit of sneaking up on me when I least expect
it." Harry said, sighing.
"Yes, I get that a lot." Dumbledore said with a hint of amusement on
his face, but then turned serious. "Are you ready for our discussion
today?"
"I suppose." Harry sighs while shaking his shoulders up and down.
"Okay, well let's go to my office." He replies while turning to leave
through a wall.
"Sir! That would be a wall!"
"Yes, thank you Harry." Dumbledore says while chuckling.
"Well, you're not dead. How are you supposed to walk through the
wall?" Harry questions.
"Like this. I put one foot in front of the other." He instructs as if
talking to a child, with glimmering eyes. "And you are walking! What an
amazing thing!"
"Professor, thank you for the instruction, but the wall is solid. We are
solid. Solid things can't normally walk through solid objects."
"You just said it. 'You can't normally walk through a solid
object.' You see, we are doing the 'un normal thing' and walking through the
wall. It's a portal, to my office." He says as walking through the
"wall". "But I have to be present in order for this to
work." Dumbledore adds.
"I see." Harry says, while putting one foot in front of the other.
"Not too many students know of
this hallway. How did you come across it?" Dumbledore asks.
" I was taking a walk and
I ended up here. Do any of the teachers know about it?"
"Well, yes, some of the
professors know of this hallway, but only the Deputy Headmistress knows of this
portal."
"I see."
~~~~
"Okay, now that we are in my office," Dumbledore says as he was
opening a hidden door into his office, " We will continue from where we
left off from the other day."
"Alright, but I have a
question." Harry says, taking a pause for Dumbledore to interrupt him, and
sees him gives an "approving nod". (A: N: That's what me and friend
call them!) "Why didn't you tell me all of this stuff when I first came
here?"
"That would be my flaw.
Here are my crazy excuses that I hope you will understand. Eleven, I told myself,
was much too young to know. I have never intended to tell you when you were
eleven. The knowledge would be too much at such a young age.
"I should have recognized
the danger sign then. I should have asked myself why I did not feel more disturbed
that you had already asked the question I knew, one day, I must give a terrible
answer. I should have recognized that I was too happy to think that I did not
have to do it on that particular day... You were too young, much too young.
Do you remember what day I am talking about?
"Yeah. That day was in my
first year right after the sorcerer's stone business. I remember I asked you
why Voldemort wanted me dead. And you told me you couldn't tell me."
"Exactly. And so we
entered your second year at Hogwarts. And once again you met challenges even
grown wizards have never faced. You did not ask me again, however, why
Voldemort had left that mark upon you. We discussed your scar, oh yes... We
came very, very close to the subject. Why did I not tell you everything?
"Well, it seemed to me
that twelve was, after all, hardly better than eleven to receive such
information. You were still so young, you see, and I could not find it in me to
spoil that night in triumph....
"Do you see Harry? Do you
see the flaw in my brilliant plan now? I had fallen into the trap I had
foreseen, that I had told myself I could avoid. I cared about you too
much." Dumbledore said simply. "I cared more for your
happiness than your knowing the truth, more for your peace of mind than my
plan, more for your life than the lives that might be lost if the plan failed.
"We entered your third
year. I watched from afar as you struggled to repel dementors, as you found
Sirius, learned what he was and rescued him. Oh! And speaking of Sirius! He
was the surprise that I promised you the other day!"
"Yes I know. He came to
the Gryffindor common room yesterday not long after our meeting. We just hung
out." Harry said. He was starting to get mad at Dumbledore, because of all
the secrets that were kept from him. But none-the-less, Harry hated yelling at
Dumbledore. So he kept his mouth shut so he could yell later, without having
the consequences of someone hearing him.
"And so, we continued to
your fourth year. Why didn't I tell you then? And again after you were forced
to witness Voldemort's rebirthing ceremony. You nearly escaped death. Why
didn't I tell you after you told me all of the happenings in the maze and graveyard?
"My only defense is
this: I have watched you struggling under more burdens than any student who has
ever passed through this school, and I could not bring myself to add
another-the greatest one of all." Dumbledore stopped here, briefly, allowing
Harry to digest all of this new information, the room was dead silent, and not
even Fawkes or any of the portraits on the wall said anything.
"Are you talking about the
prophecy now?" Harry says, breaking the silence.
"Yes Harry, I am."
-Sighs- "I felt that if I let you know of the prophecy at a younger age,
say when you first entered Hogwarts; I feared that you would have another load
on your shoulders, so to speak.
"You had just acknowledged
that you were a wizard. You learned of the true reason for your parents' death.
And just to make matters even worse, you are a celebrity; I couldn't add this.
I cared too much about you."
"Ah, well that's nice."
Harry interrupts sarcastically- " If you don't mind me asking, if you
cared so much about me, then why did you make me live with my aunt and
uncle? They always hated me, and still do. They only gave me a real
bedroom after I got my second or third Hogwarts letters."
"I'm glad you asked me
that. That was the next thing I was going to explain to you. Why you need to
live with your aunt and uncle. I thought you might have been wondering.
"Why could some
Wizarding family not have taken you in? Many would have done so more than
gladly, would have been honored and delighted to raise you as a son.
"My answer is that my
priority was to keep you alive. You were in more danger than perhaps anyone but
myself realized. Voldemort has been vanquished hours before, but his
supporters-and many of the, are almost as terrible as he- were still at large,
angry, desperate, and violent. And I had to make my decision too with regard to
the years ahead. I was sure, knowing him as I have done, that he would not rest
until he killed you.
" I know that Voldemort's
knowledge of magic is perhaps more extensive than any wizard alive. I know that
even my most complex and powerful protective spells and charms were unlikely to
be invincible if he ever returned to full power.
"But I knew too where Voldemort
was weak. And so I made my decision. You would be protected by an ancient magic
of which he knows, which he despises, and which he always, therefore,
underestimated to his cost. I am speaking of course, of the fact that your
mother died to save you. She gave you a lingering protection he never expected,
a protection that flows in your veins to this day. I put my trust, therefore,
in your mother's blood. I delivered you to her sister, her only remaining
relative.
" Now, I know your aunt may
not love you. But that doesn't matter. She did take you in. That is what does
matter." Dumbledore said this last part rushed in order to prevent Harry
interrupting, but also slow and loud enough so Harry could understand.
"She may have taken you
grudgingly, furiously, unwillingly, bitterly, yet still she took you, and in
doing so, she sealed the charm I placed upon you. Your mother's sacrifice made
the blood the strongest shield I could give you.
"While you can still call
home the place where your mothers blood dwells, there you cannot be touched or
harmed by Voldemort. He shed her blood, but it lives on in you and her sister.
Her blood became your refuge. You need return there only once a year, but as
long as you can still call it home, there he cannot hurt you. Your aunt knows
this. She knows that allowing you houseroom may have kept you alive for the
past fourteen years."
"I think I understand. But
could I still stay at the Burrow for the last few weeks of the summer before
school starts? I usually do." Harry asks after so long of listening. He
wanted to go back to the Weasley's, he had had so much fun there in the past.
And, it would only be a few weeks, four at the most.
" I would think it would
be safe for you. I would have to contact Mr. and Mrs. Weasley first of course.
I need to talk to them about other things anyways.
A/N: Well there's the chapter. I hope you liked it. Not too bad I hope.
The next chapter may be up within
the weekend. It's all written, I just need to type it, so we'll see when I get
the time to do that.
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