Chapter 3
Conversations
'Harry, how nice to see you. Come in.' Albus greeted Harry.
'P-p-professor what are you doing here?' Harry asked still stunned to see his headmaster standing in front of him.
'I needed to speak with you, and Arabella was kind enough to lend me her house.' Dumbledore replied lightly stepping aside to allow Harry to enter.
Harry numbly walked into the house, into the lounge and finally sitting in an old armchair. Dumbledore followed Harry taking a seat opposite him.
Dumbledore merely watched Harry, studying him as if expected to see something he had not before.
Harry's mind began to reel going over certain event in his head, all the times the Headmaster refused to look at him.
Images flashed in Harry's mind of the trial when Dumbledore didn't look or talk to him.
Dumbledore didn't talk to him or acknowledge him.
Dumbledore never meeting his eyes always looking down or just past him.
Silence fell between the two as they sat in Mrs. Figg's lounge. Harry gazed around the room remembering all the times he had to stay here when ever the Dursleys went out to do something fun or nice. Harry never had the privilege of joining them, but he did so once on Dudley's trip to the Zoo. Harry inwardly smiled at the memory. Harry continued to look around the room seeing pictures of Mrs. Figg's cats along with odd trinkets.
Harry's mind began to wander again remembering the time in Dumbledore's office when he had just returned from seeing Sirius fall and Dumbledore told him about the prophecy.
The prophecy.
The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches. born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies . and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not . and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives . the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies .'
The prophecy made by Trelawney, the old fraud had made two prophecies one off which had come true.
Harry remembered the day after his divination exam professor Trelawney had grabbed him and told him of how Wormtail the traitor would return and escape to aid his master Voldemort.
That night Harry had learned how Sirius black was his godfather and that he was not the mass-murder that he was led to believe. Infact Wormtail more commonly know as Peter Pettigrew had framed Sirius and faked his own death.
But that didn't matter know Sirius was dead…. Gone.
Harry's mind returned to the prophecy, the prophecy had condemned him he was the chosen one, only he would stand and fight Voldemort that is what it came down to.
But one line played over and over in Harry's head
'neither can live while the other survives'
He must kill or be killed.
Become a murder or be murdered.
Harry played over the event that had happened in the headmasters office when he had been told.
He remembered Dumbledore locking the door and he remembered how he had trashed the headmasters room. Horror overwhelmed Harry about what he had done.
Harry suddenly realised that Dumbledore was observing him over his half moon spectacles. So he quickly turned his gaze to the floor.
'Sir… I would like to apologise for my behaviour in June, I should never have destroyed your office' Harry said not meeting the headmaster's eyes but continuingly looking at the floor.
'Nonsense Harry, it's quite understandable. And like I said in my office I forgave you when you forgave an old man's mistakes.' Replied Dumbledore simple with a small simile as he continued to study him. Harry felt like squirming under the headmaster's gaze but sat rigidly staring at the floor.
'Now Harry the reason I came here today was to ask about your welfare.' At this, Harry looked up, staring straight at Dumbledore slightly shocked.
'Why?' Harry questioned still staring at Dumbledore.
'Remember what I told you in June Harry?'
'How could I forget' murmured Harry
Dumbledore appeared not to of heard what Harry had said continued
'Harry I have placed a great burden upon your shoulders,'
Dumbledore paused, removing his glasses and cleaned them the expression upon his face was one or great sorrow. Placing his glasses back on the headmaster continued.
'I deeply regret not telling you before but I thought you weren't ready I now see that this was a mistake. I know how much you cared for Sirius and he will be deeply missed, but I will help you with your burden. I thought it would be wise to start your Occulemcy lesson again however I shall be teaching you.'
'I know it will be hard but the second war is rising and you are a key counter part Voldemort has singled you out so I must aid you and teach you.'
Harry merely stared at the headmaster completely dumbfounded. What right did he have coming in here patronizing him? Telling him, he needed help. Where was he in when the philosopher's stone was being taken or when he was fighting the Basilisk? How dare he mention Sirius's name! It was he who kept him locked up in that house Sirius hated so much thought Harry.
'Is that all professor?' Harry asked masking his rage
'Yes unless you wish to tell me something?' asked the headmaster.
'No professor' Harry replied surprisingly calmly.
Dumbledore merely arched one of his eyebrows in response. However, said nothing.
'Sorry professor I must be going. Aunt Petunia wanted me back before six'. Harry knew this was a bold face lie but he didn't care. He only wanted to get as far as way as possible away from the headmaster.
Dumbledore sensed this anger and allowed him to go.
'Ok Harry, I hope to see you soon' the headmaster said as Harry stood and walked out of the house.