Gwydion's Conservatory of Magical Arts

Chapter 15: Of Being Right

"Harry, you have to come out sometime…" Ria coaxed through a very well charmed-locked door.

"No." Came the immediate reply.

"But its nearly dinn…"

"No."

"The others are going into town you could…"

"No."

"Come on Harry please!"

"No."

Ria sighed. Why did Harry have to act like a three-year-old? A powerful three-year-old, who could charm the hell out of a door to make it impossible to enter unless he, Harry wanted you to come in. Ria was not his favorite person in the world right now.

"Fiona said that if you come out, she would show you what animagus form you are…"

There was silence for a second. 'Yes,' Ria thought. 'I'm finally getting through to him.'

"No, she can come in here if she wants."

'Damn,' thought the frustrated headmistress. Although that was the most amount of words that Harry had spoken in the last couple of hours, somehow Ria didn't feel any better.

"Fine stay in there and starve, see what I care!"

There was no reply from the bedroom. Frustrated, Ria through her hands up in the air and left. From inside the door Harry drew a sigh of relief. He never thought that she would leave!

Harry was angry at Ria, understandably so, but he far more worried at the prospect of his godfather finding out where he was, or worse, the headmaster. Harry didn't want to leave Gwydion. He had made some great friends here, he had made a great family here! Although they were all so distantly related, there was an atmosphere of family in the school.

Before coming Harry had felt like he had no family, not really even Sirius anymore, but now he had 7 brothers and sisters to look out for, and for them to look out for him. And an older brother and sister, who, while annoying, both cared for him.

Harry knew that at some point he would have to face his Hogwarts friends, and his godfather, but he wasn't ready. He wasn't completely sure that he would ever be ready.

Knowing that very little would make him feel better, Harry decided to go out for a fly on his broomstick. Hopefully soaring around in the sky would release some of the new found stress and anger in him. So Harry took out his prized Firebolt, a reminder of a time when Sirius still cared about him. He opened the window in his bedroom and jumped out onto his broom.

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"WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO?" Sirius shouted at the headmaster, causing the portraits in the room to wince.

"Professor Black, I must ask you to control your temper. Have a seat, and a cup of tea. Then we will calmly and rationally discuss this situation."

Too emotionally rattled to disobey, Sirius did what the headmaster told him to.

"Now, I don't know for sure how you managed to find out that we found Harry's whereabouts, but I'm presuming that you coaxed it would of a certain werewolf friend of yours. Remus was never any good at keeping these types of secrets. However, I think it best if we don't approach Harry quite yet."

"But he's my GODSON damn it! I have the right to know where he is!"

"The same godson that ran away from your home? The same one that, if I recall correctly, blamed you for the death of his parents."

That was below the belt, and Dumbledore knew it. Sirius looked as though he had been slapped in the face. No, it was worse than that. Sirius felt like Dumbledore had ripped his heart out and then served it for lunch.

Worse than anything though, it was true. Harry hated him now. Was it even worth getting his godson back just so that this hatred could be played out again and again?

"Is he at least safe?" Sirius' voice was heart breaking. The ex-convict looked like he was about ready to cry.

"Of course," Dumbledore said gently. "I would hardly let him stay where he is for the time being if he wasn't safe."

"Is he happy?" Came a second croak.

"Alas, I cannot answer that question. I'm assuming that he is at least content, or else he would have returned to us by now. I have a plan to get him back, but you must be patient Sirius. If you went in there wands out to take him away, I think that would only increase his animosity towards you. This will take time my dear boy."

Sirius nodded in defeat. Of course, Dumbledore was always right. With just about as much sadness that he had felt the night Lily and James died, Sirius left the Headmaster's office.

With the combined efforts of Harry and Dumbledore's words, they had been able to accomplish one thing that Azkaban couldn't; they had broken Sirius Black.

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"So? Where is he?" Ron inquired.

"Gwydion's Conservatory of Magical Arts. That explains everything, why we're in this exchange, why the Headmistress of the school decided that we could come. Its all because of Harry. Harry must meet the criteria to enter the school, even though no one seems to know what that criteria is," Hermione explained.

"I thought you had to be a pure-blood to get in, Harry's only a half-blood!"

Hermione glared at her boyfriend. "No one knows for sure what qualifies a witch or wizard to get in, but I think I've found it…you see the school was founded by…"

"Hermione you know what this means right? We have to tell Dumbledore. And Sirius! Imagine how happy…"

"No," Hermione interrupted.

"No? Sirius wont be happy?" Ron asked, confused.

"No, we can't tell Sirius, or Dumbledore where Harry is."

"WHAT?" Ron yelled, earning him a glare from Madame Pince. Switching to a whisper he said, "What do you mean we can't tell them. We have to tell them! I mean Harry might not be safe…"

Hermione shook her head. "If he wasn't safe, than Dumbledore, the Order, or Voldemort might have been able to find him already."

"But why?"

"Because we already betrayed him once. Ron, we were horrible best friends, we completely ignored him when he needed us most. I can't do that again. I wont do that to him again. Harry is my best friend, yours too. If he finds out that we were the ones that gave him away, the chance that he will forgive us will go down by a lot. No, Harry has to be happy where he is, and we should let him stay there."

"You know Hermione," Ron started to say, "I think your right. Damn, and I thought that I would be able to finally make the great Know-It-All fall from her thrown."

Hermione smacked the red head upside the head.

"Should we try to contact him?" Ron pondered.

Hermione shook her head. "Not yet, we'll see when we go to the school. Maybe he will be ready to talk to us then."

"You know I love you right?"

"You better."

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Harry now remembered why he loved to fly. Swooping and diving in the open air

made him feel almost 100 percent better. Something about the air just comforted him like nothing else good. Deciding that a good butterbeer would make this little adventure even better, Harry flew into town to stop at Witch's Brew and pick some up, before flying back to school. Pulling up the hood of his cloak, so not be recognized, Harry entered the pub. He sat down at the bar.

"One butterbeer please!" He called out to the barkeeper.

"Certainly young sir. That'll be six sickles please."

Harry happily paid the man with some spare change in his pocket. He had just started sipping on his drink when he heard a soft feminine behind him.

"Imagine finding you here," she giggled, her laugh like bells.

Harry turned around.

"Liberty," he breathed. His heart stopped.

AN- Hehe…I am evil aren't I? I don't know what's worse, that I leave cliffhangers or that I enjoy leaving them. This chapter took longer than I hoped it would.

Just FYI Dumbledore isn't evil…just a little unconcerned for the welfare of the people he needs most in the fight against Voldemort. He'll see reason eventually.

Hopefully I didn't make you too angry about Sirius, but it had to happen.

In case you didn't notice, I uped the rating on this fic. That is because I have a dirty mouth, and because of the next chapter entitled Of Seduction. It will be a very low PG-13, I hope that's ok with everyone.

And, because of the great amount of reviews in the last chapter I give you, my first ever, review responses, and remember the more you review the quicker inspiration for the next chapter will come. :)

Black Padfoot- Thank you for your review, and all your reviews that you have left in the past, you don't know how much they made me get my butt in gear!

Sze- Thank you for telling me. I was used to one way of formatting before fanfiction dot net changedits way of letting me format. I hope that this chapter is better.

The Magic Bringer- Just wait until the next chapter, those feelings might increase. And I'll tell her you said so. (From ch. 13) I hope that the spacing is better for you. And you, like many other reviews have really helped me increase my knowledge of who Gwydion was. I'm always amazed at what people manage to find out!

Froboy- Thank you very much.

Pure Black- She has her reasons…thank you for the review.

Harry Potter 101- You're the first person to get what I was thinking the answer to the question was. Lancelot was the name he was given when he came Britain, Gwydion was his name that his noble French parents gave him. Probably the Once and Future King as far as where you got it from?

Harryslytherinson- I hope this was fast enough for you.

Lauren- Pretty soon, and I can say that I can't wait to write that chapter! Thank you for your review.

Lalalandlib- Are you threatening bodily harm? I'd like to see you try from Utah. I know I always say that you don't count, but I appreciate it anyway.

Shazia Born confused- Thanks! Hope you liked this chapter.

Suicidal Bunnies- Have you ever met a teenaged boy who isn't bad tempered? If you have, please let me know, I'll give him my number. As for Sirius, well, he's not perfect, unfortunately he wasn't a born parent.

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