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Number Twelve Grimmauld Place- 4:30 P.M. June 4th
Harry swept into the library and sat down in a comfortable chair. The last time he had been in this particular library it was a trashy mess. He looked around the now much cleaner library. He waited for the others as he made himself more comfortable. Finally Ron, Ginny, and Hermione walked into the room.
Harry watched as Ginny looked at Hermione and Ron. Then all three nodded. Harry frowned, but said nothing. They all sat down at three of the other chairs. Then all four of them waited until Dumbledore arrived.
When he finally did arrive, he sat down immediately. He surveyed them all with his clear-blue eyes. "Well Harry, tell me of this vision of yours.", Dumbledore finally asked. Harry rose an eyebrow at the direct question, Dumbledore usually took a while to get to a point.
"Of course. As you know, I was asleep. In my vision, or dream, or whatever it was, I came across a tall brown-skinned man wearing a golden mask. He demanded that I join him. Then he faded away and I saw a man wearing dark clothes. He also wanted me to join him and make his Empire of Hyrule a reality. He faded as well." Harry paused and looked at Dumbledore. "I then saw Sirius. He talked to me. He told me that Hogwarts was to be evacuated as it would disappear in less than a week."
"So… you mean to tell me that your vision had nothing to do with Voldemort?", asked Dumbledore as he pulled at the frayed ends of his robes.
Harry glared at Dumbledore. "No. It was a vision of what will happen, and if you do not….", Harry paused and frowned, he then smirked. "Actually… now that I think of it… I did see Voldemort. He has plans on totally destroying Hogwarts, I was accidentally mixing the vision with my dream. I'm so very sorry about that."
Dumbledore squinted at Harry and replied. "Of course… was there anything else prevalent that you had to tell me?"
Harry shook his head and said. "No, sir." As he did so he wondered if Dumbledore had picked up on his lie.
Dumbledore slowly nodded his head and said, "Well then, I'll have to get back to the others. I'll ask you all to stay out of the kitchen for now." And with that he swept from the library.
"Well then, I'll just go back to bed.", muttered Harry after about a minute of silence.
"I don't think so Harry.", snapped Ginny. "I know that you still upset over Sirius-", here Hermione and Ron gaped in horror at the direction Ginny was taking. "But that's no reason to be short with us! Would Sirius want you to act like this?", raged Ginny, roughly tapping Harry's chest.
"Why Ginny, I didn't know you cared.", replied Harry sarcastically. Ginny gaped at him and began to yell at him. Hermione and Ron stood in the background gaping. Harry simply yawned. "That'll be enough kid, I've already accepted Sirius' death, and his return. And now… well, I think I've changed my mind. You go on and go to your own room, you pissed me off."
Ginny, Hermione, and Ron all gaped at Harry now. Ginny slinked from the room, angry tears in her eyes. Ron looked furious, he was mad at both Harry and Ginny. Hermione just looked confused. She could have sworn there were sparks of love between the two of them.
"Well, that was interesting, but I think you two should go to bed as well. I have to scour this library on alternate dimensions.", said Harry brightly.
"What's that mate?", asked Ron, his anger slightly sedated.
"In theory alternate dimensions are different worlds similar to our own.", replied a glassy-eyed Hermione. Harry looked at her and smirked, as she continued. "There have been ideas that time travel could link to an alternate dimension and uh…. Well, that's all I got."
"Well, that was 'illuminating'.", replied Harry sarcastically.
"Yeah, okay, but what's an 'alternate dimension'?", asked Ron, scratching his head in confusion.
Harry and Hermione groaned. Then Harry went to the bookshelves, took one book down and looked in it. He then snapped it shut and threw the book to the ground. He then proceeded to do that with all the books he saw.
"Really Harry, you don't throw the books!", snapped the irritable Hermione.
"Really Hermione, who, besides you, cares?", asked Ron as he held a book and began to read.
"What is that, Ron?", asked Hermione. She knelt down beside him as Harry went through more books.
"Ah-ha!", muttered Harry, putting the book back on the shelf. Hermione and Ron simply ignored him as he went back to searching for books.
"Oh, it's just the study of ancient Transmoderation and Switching Spells. I've already read it", replied Ron distractedly. As he thumbed through the book looking for his page of notes he written.
"Oh? Does it mention the process of hydrology or is it of the solar kind?", questioned Hermione curiously.
"Neither, in fact it discusses the use of geometric lunar rays combined with the live emissions from livestock.", replied Ron. In the background Harry found another book that would be useful.
"Huh?", asked Hermione. "I would have thought it impossible."
"Oh, it actually was, but the ancient wizards didn't know that. Emissions don't really leak magic, despite their loud noise.", replied Ron, pulling out his notes on the subject
"And what of the geometric lunar rays?", questioned Hermione.
"Oh, those have some merit, but the author doesn't put much faith in it. He writes that the lunar rays should hinder progression. In fact, the only thing lunar rays help is with insanity, portals, and werewolves.", replied Ron. Harry was now avidly listening.
"Okay, but what about the phonetic vibrations of lunar rays.", asked Hermione.
"Well, its obvious isn't it? Whenever you hear noises from the moon, it means change.", responded Ron.
"Right, and when the hell was Ron an avid reader?", Harry asked loudly.
"Well, Harry, but if you hadn't realized it, but you weren't exactly receptive last year.", responded Ron angrily.
"Oh, ok.", grumbled Harry as he began reading the two books he had found. The books he had were actually quite interesting and before he knew it, it was time for dinner. He grumbled about short time and quickly ate Mrs. Weasley's wonderful food. He then returned to the library and continued reading.
"Ahem.", coughed Dumbledore. He had been standing there for about ten minutes and Harry had been wondering when he would get his attention.
"Yes professor?", asked Harry. He set his book down and looked at Dumbledore.
"Ah… you see Harry, we have a slight… problem. It would appear that Professor Snape does not have any support for your claims.", replied Dumbledore calmly.
"Oh? And would you believe that to be the truth?", asked Harry unconcernedly.
"Well, Harry, yes, I suppose I would.", replied Dumbledore with the twinkle draining out of his eyes.
"Right. I'm sure, after all, it's not like I have a bloody link to Voldemort.", replied Harry dryly.
"Harry, you really should tell me what's been going on. I heard you had a fight with young Ginevra Weasley.", replied Dumbledore a bit more forcefully.
"Actually, sir, I don't ever have to tell you anything. Hell, I never should have in the first place. I should have just let you die at Hogwarts. I'm sick of you, so I suggest you leave.", replied Harry angrily.
"See, that is exactly what I mean. Why are you so angry with me?", asked Dumbledore angrily, a hint of desperation in his voice.
"Why? Why? You want to know why?", laughed Harry bitterly. Tears streamed down his eyes as he laughed. "Secrets, old man, secrets. You've kept far too many of them! I'm sick to death of it! You know what? I'm glad that the Portal Mage broke the dimensions! It'll make life more interesting! Too bad you won't be at Hogwarts when it happens!", yelled Harry.
"Portal Mage? What's that?", demanded Dumbledore angrily. He was starting to regret ever trying to help this foolish boy.
"You don't know? Oooh! The all-knowing Dumbledore doesn't know something! Merlin forbid anyone finding out!", sneered Harry angrily. "It means he can break through dimensions, you freaking idiot. How you ever became a Mugwump, I'll never know.", Harry added angrily.
"That's it boy! Imperio!", bellowed Dumbledore angrily. He had had enough and was going to force the information out of Harry. Too late though he remembered that Harry could break the Imperious Curse.
"Did… you just… try to … curse me?", asked Harry, the perfect picture of rage. He began to laugh suddenly. "What? Did you forget that magic doesn't work? It's because Hogwarts is absorbing it all!"
"What? What are you saying Harry?", asked Dumbledore trembling in nervousness. He had just forgotten the only thing that could of saved him.
"Nothing old man. It's time for you to go. But, Professor, remember, I forgive you.", replied Harry sweetly, as he glared at Dumbledore.
Somehow Dumbledore didn't quite believe Harry, but he nodded nonetheless. "I truly am sorry, Harry. I just hope you can forgive me."
"Whoa! You are old! Can't even remember what I said!", sneered Harry. Dumbledore left the library and Harry fell back into his chair and began to cry. Dumbledore could hear the sobs, and he silently begged whoever would listen that Harry could forgive him, as he truly had forgotten that Harry had said that he would
Harry turned to his friends and whispered, "You know, I'm kinda glad I could get that off my chest…."