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."

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"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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