The Woes of Harry Potter

Chapter Eleven

Crooked Dumbledore

Disclaimer: Nothing you might recognise belongs to me

The NEWTs were finally over and the seventh years only had a week left at their beloved school. They planned to spend every minute of it enjoying themselves. To Harry, Ron and Hermione that meant reading as much fanfiction as possible in between feasts, parties, pranks and the graduation ball. At the moment, the Golden trio and Ginny were searching for new stories to read.

"I'm going to check out these C2 things," announced Harry, "I noticed them last week but I didn't have a chance to explore." He clicked onto the page and scanned down the list of communities.

"'Sevvie and Harry slash' Hell no!" said Harry and quickly looked down the list again,

"'My Favourite Harry Potter stories' Hmm, sounds interesting. I'll come back to it."

"'The Best Humour Stories' I'll come back when I need a laugh."

"'Quality Quidditch Tales' Excellent! But there's only one story with only one short chapter in. That's a shame. I'll continue looking."

"'Albus Dumbledore and his Crooked Nose' Hey, this looks good!"

Harry eagerly clicked into the C2 Community and browsed through the available fanfiction.

"Harry discovers that Dumbledore has been tricking him and his parents ever since he was born. Bent on revenge, he sets out to regain what is rightfully his own."

"Manipulative Dumbledore! Dumbledore has been organising Harry's life and Harry finds out. Uh oh! What does Harry do?"

"Harry is not the Boy-who-lived. It's all a lie cooked up by Dumbledore. During the Final Battle, Harry is knocked unconscious and sees his parents who tell him the whole truth. When he wakes up, he has serious questions to ask Dumbledore"

"Lily and James Potter weren't killed by Voldemort. Instead, it was Albus Dumbledore. Harry finds out and wants to know WHY?"

Harry gasped. How could anyone be so mean? Dumbledore would never do anything like that! No way! Could he?

Harry jumped up and ran past his startled friends, out of the library and to the Headmaster's Office.

"Éclairs!" he yelled and burst up the rotating stairs and into the office. Albus Dumbledore was sitting at his desk writing something with a quill. He looked up in surprise.

"What's wrong Harry?"

"Did you kill my parents? Did you? Am I just your pawn?" Harry demanded.

Thanks to Bookworm1313, Hermoine-Hermine, EvenstaroftheEast (no this IS NOT going to be a SS/HG fic), littleflower2004, swiglo3000, Whatshername1, Apple Pie, HarryMioneSamJackLukeLorelai, Myself, preshuzz, gl2004, I am a banana (woo marshmallow! My friend is a little confused about the whole marshmallow thing mwah haha!), Nixinox, Andromeda 'Andy' Black, Silver Sailor Ganymede and Queenlover (I'm so glad you're not a peach! You wouldn't be able to review then!)

Sorry it's so short but if I wrote anymore it would lead onto the next chapter and I felt like a cliff-hanger anyway… And it's kind of bad too. Eeek.

Review please. Constructive criticism is gladly received.