Harry Potter and the Tears of the Light
Chapter 2
Anger Management

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The previous day had gone by so quickly that one young wizard did not have time to process all that he had gone through. Harry woke up realizing that it was still early in the morning. Glancing at the clock, it read 5:43 A.M. Noticing that Hedwig was not back yet, he figured that she decided to go hunting after dropping off his letter.

'Well, no sense in me just lying here for the rest of the morning,' he thought. Walking to the bathroom, he could still hear the snoring coming from Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon's room. 'They're still sleeping. At least I don't have to start the day with them.'

After a quick shower and a trip to the loo, Harry went back to his room to get dressed for the day. Another look at the clock told him it was 6:09 A.M. The sun would rise soon as the warmth of it's rays already sent a faint glow across the horizon. Not long after Harry turned away from the window did he hear his uncle open his door.

"Get up boy! Oh, you're already up. Good. If you know what's good for you, you'll get downstairs and fix our breakfast while I get ready for work," Vernon demanded. "I'm bringing some important people from work over later this afternoon and you will be gone."

"Where am I supposed to go?" asked Harry.

"I already spoke with Mrs. Figg and you're to help her clean her house. There's to be no funny business and you will behave. Incase she asks about school, you will make something up about St. Brutus's and the punishments you received. You've got 2 hours before you go to come up with something." With that, Harry's uncle waddled back to finish getting ready in his room.

Without another word, Harry made his way downstairs to prepare breakfast. The prospect of going over to Mrs. Figg's was some welcome news for a change. His uncle had no idea that the crazy old lady with an army of cats was actually a squib and part of the Order. Maybe then he could get some information on what's been going on. With no copies of the Daily Prophet and few letters from his friends, the detached feeling was growing.

Normally he didn't eat much of anything, let alone something for breakfast, but everything that just happened to him actually rendered him hungry. After cooking the main portion of food, he made himself some toast and nicked some sausage when his aunt and uncle wasn't looking. Done with his enslavement for now, he dragged himself upstairs and sat on his bed to finish his food.

The moment he set his plate down, a few owls began tapping at his window. One he knew was Pig, Ron's scrawny owl. By the looks of it, Pig was rather tired from his flight plus he had two letters. 'From Ron and Ginny,' he assumed. The other two owls seemed to be school owls from Hogwarts. Taking his letters, he thanked them all by offering an owl treat. Opening the first one he knew was from Ron as the penmanship was... well, rather messy.

Harry,

Hey mate! I hope you're doing well and just remember, nothing last month was your fault so don't beat yourself up about it. How are those muggles treating you? If they get out of line, let me or the twins know and I'm sure we'll be able to figure something out! They've had their joke shop up and running for a few days now. Call it Weasleys Wizarding Wheezes they do. Nutters I tell you, but they say they're making some decent galleons in the few days they've been open.

Mione's still in the States with her parents. Do you think she's still talking with Krum? Anyway she's been on my case on homework! Can you believe that! The holidays have just started and already she's talking about school work! We don't even have our OWLs in yet, so maybe I'll just put it off till them.

Oh, I've got this wicked book on Quiditch. It's called "Moves to Stupify Your Opponent" with full moving examples and everything! As soon as your time there's up, we'll go through it so we can us them against Slytherin!

I talked to mum about getting you out of there and coming over here but she says it's up to Dumbledore... Load of rubbish if you ask me. Even if You-Know-Who wanted to get you, we've got the whole Order PLUS you've survived him load of times before. Well, I'd better be off Harry. Take care!

Ron

For the first time in a while, Harry carried a genuine smile on his face. He was glad that Fred and George could finally set up their joke shop. With the way things were working out, all of their little island could use the laughter. Not only that, but it amused Harry to see, even in a letter, how much Ron really like Hermione. He had suspected it since 4th year when Ron became jealous at Viktor Krum for going to the Yule Ball with Her. And when did she turn into Mione? His smile fell as he recalled Ron metioning Voldemort. No one except Dumbledore knew of the prophecy. Next, his attention turned to the letter that would probably belong to a red head with bright brown eyes.

Dear Harry,

I know you're going through a lot with Sirius and you practically being on house arrest. Mum told us what Dumbledore's doing and I think it's horrible! I know I'm not Ron or Hermione, but if you ever need to talk I'll always be here for you. You like to keep things to yourself and I can understand that, but Harry, holding in too much will eat away at you. Mum's calling from the kitchen so I'd better go help her out. I'll see you soon.

Love,

Ginny

After reading her letter, Harry just had to smile. She was short, to the point and didn't beat around the bush. A comforting feeling stirred within him that he couldn't quite put his finger on. Did he like her in that non-sister way? 'No, this is Ginny. She's my best mate's little sister. I mean, of course I love her but as a sister, like Hermione right?' he thought desperately trying to push that though out of his mind. She was, after all, over him. Ginny and Hermione both said so. Yet, Harry couldn't help but wonder.

Regardless of what they wrote, Harry still felt responsible for so much that happened around him. Back in the Department of Mysteries, none of his friends made it out unscathed. Sirius went to go help him and his friends out at the cost of his life. Then yesterday's meeting with Tom... He would continue to go after him and his friends. Thinking back to his chat reminded Harry of Cho. She had been placed on Voldemort's hit list because of the time they spent together. Things didn't work out since she was overly emotional and talked of Cedric too often. Each time she brought it up, a pain of guilt struck him. Yet even then, there were a few fond memories lodged in-between. He did enjoy their kiss under the mistletoe and there was no doubt she was still as beautiful as ever. Cho? Ginny?

'Why couldn't things be less complicated? Ginny's great, but there's Cho. I wonder if things might pick up again this year...' With his face buried in his hands, Harry couldn't deny that thinking about Cho did bring him out of his stupor on occasion. 'Forget it, there are more important things to worry about.'

Refocused, he opened the next letter that was from Professor Lupin.

Harry —

How are you holding up kiddo? I think we need to sit down and talk about what happened... It will be good for the both of us. Dumbledore is sending me on a mission so I should be back before your birthday at headquarters. I'd imagine if you're not there by your birthday, your friends will either raise hell or plan another breakout for you... You and your friends remind me so much of the Marauders. Take care Harry.

Mooney

The last portion of the letter had been difficult to read. The ink ran as a couple damp drops were smeared from tears. Harry couldn't help but fight his own. He had totally forgotten that Remus was the last of the Marauders. Sure, there was Peter, but that rat hardly counted anymore. Gently laying the letter onto his desk, he took the final letter in hand. Emerald met emerald which meant that the letter was from either his head of house, Professor McGonagall, or Dumbledore.

Harry —

I know what is going to happen later on this afternoon. There is a rather long list of things I wish to discuss with you. See you in a few hours.

A.D.

"How does he do it?" Harry asked to no one in particular. "How does he know what's going on all the time? Hmm... It's probably an Order member."

After practically being thrown out onto the street, Harry walked over to Mrs. Figg's place. As famous as he was among wizards, he still held an amount of notoriety among the muggles. Every few steps would lead to a head popping out behind a window or eyes drifting away from their garden. Yes, Harry Potter the delinquent as prowling the streets of Little Whinging. Watching him go by, a pair of neighbors sat on their porch and spoke in hushed tones.

"There goes that Potter boy..."

"I can't believe Petunia and Vernon actually put up with him after all these years..."

"Not even St. Brutus's can help him..."

Crossing the street and leaving Privet Drive and Magnolia Crescent behind him, Harry made his way up Wisteria Walk to Mrs. Figg's house. After knocking on the door, he turned and looked out onto the street. Cars rolled by and the sound of laughter came from a backyard near by. Looking over there was a group of children, between six and eight playing in a small inflatable pool. Behind him the door opened along with the squeak of a screen door.

"Hello Harry. Why don't you come on in out of the heat," Mrs. Figg said smiling warmly. Looking down at his old babysitter, he noticed that nothing about her, aesthetically, has changed much. She was still covered up by a housecoat and wore the same carpet slippers. "Albus should be here any moment so why don't you take a seat by the fireplace and I'll go put the kettle on."

"Do you need any help with that?" asked Harry as he began to follow her. The smell of cats quickly engulfed his mind.

"Oh no it's quite alright. Go on and sit down."

No more than 5 minutes went by when there was a burst of flames from the fireplace and out popped Albus Dumbledore. The bright orange robes screamed 'Look at me!' while the old wizard brushed off some excess floo powder. Fully dusted, he sat down in a chair opposite of Harry.

"Good afternoon Harry, how are you?" asked Dumbledore. The past month left the greatest wizard in the world looking tired and mortal. Gone was the twinkle in those blue eyes as they looked over the half-moon spectacles and fell upon his favorite pupil. Over the years, the headmaster had grown quite fond of the Gryffindor.

"I'm fine sir," said Harry rather curtly. "Your letter this morning said you wished to speak with me about a number of things?"

"Yes Harry... I was quite relieved when I received your letter asking about resuming your Occlumency lessons." Harry was about to ask a question that sprung to mind, when the professor simple raised his hand before a sound left Harry's lips. "I know how difficult it was for you under the tutelage of Professor Snape, therefore, I will be the one giving you lessons once a week both during the remainder of the summer and once school resumes. Now, would you be so kind as to retell your experience yesterday. I must know as much detail as you can give me." Just then, Mrs. Figg came into the living room with their tea.

"Ah, thank you Arabella."

"Yes thank you very much," said Harry.

"Oh, it's quite alright. Now if the two of you need anything I'll be feeding the cats," setting the tray on a nearby table, she left.

Keeping his anger in check, Harry began to recall the talk with Voldemort and his vision. There was a tension between him and Dumbledore that could not be denied. It was not too long ago that the professor final filled Harry in on the prophecy. If he had known that, he might have made a different decision the night his friends were hurt and godfather killed. Everyone kept telling him that it wasn't his fault... That it was Voldemort's and nobody else's. To Harry, it didn't matter. He still blamed himself first and foremost... In second place was the wizard sitting across from him.

"What do you think I should do?" Harry asked looking rather worried.

"The best thing is what you have already done, and that is making the choice to continue Occlumency. It is dangerous enough that you know the rest of the prophecy so we need to keep it safe from Voldemort. Now as far as your vision goes, I'm sorry to say that I do not know what to make out it exactly," said Dumbledore as he stroked his long silver beard. "I will take a look into it as well as a few Order members. Now the next reason I've come is because of Sirius' will"

Harry stared at the old wizard for a moment, stunned by what Dumbledore had said. It never occurred to him that Sirius would have a will at such a young age being in his mid 30s.

'Well, he was in Azkaban for ages and broke out, so the Ministry's after him... And he was my godfather and an Order member, so Voldemort's after him too...' Harry surmised.

"The reading will be held once you and Remus are back at headquarters. I expect the both of you to be the two main beneficiaries," continued Dumbledore. "Arrangement will be made at Gringotts."

"Oh... Umm... Thank you professor. When will I be able to leave my Aunt and Uncle's?" Harry asked finally forming some time of response.

"In two weeks, so one week before your birthday."

"Sir, is there any way to clear Sirius' name? I know that he's... He's gone... but I'm sure he would have like the wizarding world to know the truth," said Harry sounding desperate.

"I'm sorry Harry, but without any proof—"

"Proof! It's been over two years since we've known the truth and without the rat," Harry angrily spat out, "we're stuck! Why can't we use a pensive? They show our memories right? If we just put the memories of the Shrieking Shack... I mean... Won't that prove he's innocent!"

"I'm afraid not Harry. You see," Dumbledore wearily said, "although your memories would be correct, the people in them may not be. The biggest problem with that are Polyjuice Potion and Metamorphmagus. Think about your fourth year with 'Professor Moody', who was in fact Bartemius Crouch Jr. A memory from your time in his class would show you were with Alastor when you really weren't."

"I should have just let them kill the rat! Sirius would have been free and Wormtail never would have brought Voldemort back!" Harry was now fuming.

"No Harry," Dumbledore gently began, "you did the right thing in sparing Peter. Sooner or later he will repay his debt to you. That time may come when you need help the most." Knowing there was more, the headmaster kept going. "You are still upset with me am I right?"

"YES sir, I am! You're always doing what you think is best for me for the past 15 years! When am I ever going to decide for myself! You spoon-feed me information you think I should know and that's it, nothing more! I don't even get the whole TRUTH!" Harry knew he was overstepping some lines but he didn't care. As great as Dumbledore was, he lost a great deal of respect for the man over the course of a year. "You've read my mind I don't know how many times, didn't bother to tell me I even HAD a godfather, I've been under house arrest the whole summer so far, and the PROPHECY! This is MY life, not yours professor... When things involve me, I feel I should know about it!"

A loud crack pierced the air outside and most pieces of glass in Mrs. Figg's room shattered. Attempting to regain control of his fury, Harry just sat there taking a few deep breathes. Dumbledore meanwhile sat in his chair absorbing everything the Gryffindor said. Recomposed, Harry felt there was only one way to remain in the loop. "I want to be in the Order sir. Voldemort's out to get me and the best way to get through it would be to at least hear everything he's doing."

"Harry, you're only about to start your sixth year and you're not even of age. I'm sorry but—"

"Well then I'm sorry," Harry interrupted releasing the edge of his voice, "since I've faced Voldemort and his Death Eaters more times than some in the Order. I'm sorry that one year's going to effect your perception of me as a boy or an of age wizard... And I'm sorry that you can't even fill me in on my life decisions."

Dumbledore was stunned. Never in all his years of teaching has he ever been talk to this way, let alone by a student. He knew that Harry was right for the most part. He did keep a lot of information away, but he wanted the son of James and Lily to have as normal life as he could give him.

"I know you're angry, and you have every right to be. You must know that every decision I've made was so that you'd have a sense of normalcy in your life. I wanted you to enjoy your youth and your life thus far." No matter how guilty he felt, Dumbledore stood by what he thought was important for Harry.

"Yes sir. Was that all, because if it was, I think I'll go to the park for a while. I'm sure there's an Order member waiting outside for me as we speak." Harry sighed as he looked up to his professor.

"No I believe that is all for today. I'll see you next week and owl you on the specifics. Take care Harry."

Getting out of his seat, Harry made his way to find Mrs. Figg. He felt awful about destroying so many pieces of glass around her house.

"Don't worry about it. It's nothing Albus can't fix. Go on to the park and relax a bit," she said kindly.

"Thank you. I'm sure I'll see you sometime next week then. Bye." As the screen door shut behind him, he began to make his way towards the park. For a few minutes, he looked to see who was following him that day, but they were too well hidden.

After watching stubborn black hair make it's way up the street, Arabella went to her living room to find all the glass fixed, and a cheerless Albus Dumbledore.

"I overheard most of your conversation, although who couldn't. I hope you know what you're doing. Earlier it sounded like you didn't have the foggiest idea what the boy needed... So, what's the prophecy he's talking about, or can you not tell me?"

"I'm sorry I cannot say."

"There you go again with your secrets... I know you didn't tell him what happened in Dolau. He has a right to know Albus! It's all over the Daily Prophet. What happens when he finds out?" she asked with concern.

"Harry needs time to cope with losing his godfather. I don't want to place him under more stress right now if I can help it. I'd rather he have his friends there for him when we tell him all the new information," said Dumbledore slowly. "I've instructed his friends to not mention anything going on in our world."

"You'd better be right. I feel for him Albus, I really do. I've watched him after all these years, and you know what I've found? He doesn't fit in among the muggles, and although he's an amazing wizard, he doesn't quite fit in here either," Mrs. Figg pointed out.

As Harry sat in the cool shade of a White Willow, he attempted to relax after a tense confrontation with his professor. Little did he know that his name was being talk about across the whole country.

A/N: Thanks to my readers and reviewers for the words of encouragement! Porcelain Prayer, snuffles,cheyenne, twistingyourfears, christopherkelsey

cheeseisawesome: Thanks for the head up about the "interesting language". I'll be keeping that in mind.

Tanydwr: Ginny will be an important character in this story. Will she be with Harry, honestly I'm not sure. I have a few options on where I want to go as far as pairing up with Harry. It depends on how the first portion of the story progresses. Secondly, did Harry have a premonition... Yes and no... What he saw was kinda like a directional arrow. It'll help him go in the right direction, but choices need to be made along the way. So it can change.

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