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Chapter 15: Harry's Godmother

Ron left the office in a rage, blasting through the doors. The hallways were lonely and his furious stomping feet reverberated on the stone walls around him, his arms crossed in front of his body. He was muttering things to himself about Harry, along the lines of "that bastard" and, "how could he have turned his back on me like that?" Ron was so angry that he barely knew where he was going.

When he finally did look up he realized that he had wandered down to the potions corridor, cursing himself now he turned around and went to head for Gryffindor Tower. As he came up the stairs he ran right into Professor Blake who tried to feign concern over the boys condition,

"Hey son, what's wrong?" Desmond was disgusted with himself but it was what one must do in order to play the game. Ron shook his head and went around him to continue up the stairs, Blake shrugged his shoulders and went down the rest of the stairwell. Ron stopped,

"You know," he said, "It was you."

Desmond turned back, "Me?" he said, honestly confused.

"Yea," Ron continued, "I just talked to Dumbledore about your little romp into the forest and it caused a shit load of trouble for me." Ron gasped, he didn't know why he had just told him that. Perhaps he had needed so desperately to tell someone, he just picked the completely wrong person to tell. He was in a bit of trouble now.

Desmond stepped back on the bottom step, "What did you tell him?" his voice was calm but lined with dangerous undertones, his eyes were black and lifeless. Ron's body shook, and he practically began to cower in front of Blake. "I asked you a question boy. What did you tell him?" Ron wouldn't answer, even when the older man grabbed his arm and forced him against the wall, twisting it painfully. Ron cringed and looked around frantically,

"What are you going to do? You cant do anything with Dumbledore in the castle."

Desmond gave a sadistic grin, "That's where you're wrong, I infiltrated this school right under his nose didn't I?"

Desmond pulled out his wand and pointed it at Ron's chest, when the boy was lying on the ground, he called Prisca to help him move the body. Mr. Weasley was going with him back to Marvolo Manor for leverage.

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Harry heard his name being called from inside the office, Professor Parker hadn't come out yet. Why was she staying to talk to him? Was she upset that he had accused her? Harry stood and walked to the large door. Inside, much had changed.

Professor Parker was screaming at Dumbledore and he was yelling right back. They were inches from each others faces, the shouts were so loud and overlapping that Harry couldn't really discern what they were saying. He could hear snatches of words before they actually started letting the other talk.

"YOU REALLY HAVE CRACKED HAVENT YOU! YOU OLD FOOL!"

"HOW LONG HAVE YOU KNOWN HIM? HOW IN THE WORLD WOULD YOU KNOW WHAT WAS GOOD FOR HIM?" Persephone's red face became a deep scarlet with anger, she looked near to attacking the old Headmaster.

"A little problem for me to know him, seeing as how YOU allowed me to rot in Azkaban for 14 God damned years!" Harry figured they were talking about him, he just sat down and watched the fighting ensue. He knew it was wrong, but he had never seen someone take on Dumbledore, other than Voldemort, and he had to admit, it was slightly entertaining. She was a fierce competitor too it seemed. She had been in Azkaban, at least she admitted to that. The fight continued,

"Persephone! The decisions of the Order are not yours as of now! Step aside and let me tell him what he needs to know!"

"Fine! But I will not stay here to watch you put him in this much danger." she said coldly before turning on her heel and heading towards the office door. Before she made it out he yelled after her, "Figure out a way to catch Blake and then report back to me." She stopped and turned to face him, her eyes were cold but passionate, "You have no right to tell me what to do anymore. Find another spy." She slammed the door in his face, leaving an angry Dumbledore alone with Harry.

The boy didn't quite know what to say, Dumbledore did seem to have cracked a little. His white hair, usually so perfectly quaffed was flying around in strange ways, much like the muggle, Einsteen or something like that. His beard was messy and broken up, his clothes were ruffled and he looked exhausted, bloodshot eyes and all. Dumbledore barely looked like himself, his energy was gone, and that, above all the screaming and intrigue scared him the most.

The Headmaster went behind his desk and began mumbling incoherent words,

"Persephone- Death Eaters- Cave- I'll tell her!"

"Professor?" Harry ventured, Dumbledore jerked out of his ramblings and gave Harry a surprised expression, as if he hadn't known Harry was there.

His eyes were bright and he had a wide grin upon his face, "Oh Harry, I needed to tell you something! Right, now where was I?" He began shuffling through papers on his desk, Harry didn't want anyone else to see him like this. What was wrong with him? Suddenly Dumbledore shuddered and regained his composure, he blinked, looking around the room. His hand went to his forehead,

"Harry I am so sorry," he said, shaking his head with remorse, "it's the result of the power transfer to Persephone. It is almost like a piece of my, I'm not sure, my soul? Is going to her, if you haven't noticed she has gotten a bit bossy lately." He laughed and a hollow sound poured from his tired face, Harry didn't think this situation was funny in the slightest. In those moments staring at Dumbledore hold his head in his hands Harry lost the boyhood way of thinking. He used to think Dumbledore was invincible, immortal and indestructible, now he could see and feel the old mans mortality, and it scared him.

Dumbledore stood up. His hands shook and his face was etched into an expression of pain. So much it appeared, that he sat back down quickly, deciding it was better to give this information comfortably. Harry fidgeted in his own seat.

"Harry, for a long time I have kept you sheltered from anything I thought could emotionally harm you. Or at least I have tried, anything and everything I have done for you was out of love and respect. Do you understand?"

Harry nodded although he wasn't quite sure where he was going with this, Dumbledore began again.

"I'm glad you understand that because you are undoubtedly going to be angry with me very soon. For good reason I will grant. But," Harry was annoyed now, Stop Stalling!

"You said that even though there was evidence against Professor Parker you still trusted her and couldn't explain why?" Harry nodded. "Well, that is because you have known her before this year, you don't remember of course because you were far too young, but she was there."

"Sir, I'm afraid I don't understand." Harry was confused, How could he have known her before? Dumbledore sighed,

"When your parents were just engaged your mother met Persephone Parker in the ministry, where they both worked. The two of them were best friends and Persephone was even the Maid of Honor at your parents wedding." Harry didn't know what to say first, he was annoyed, angry but above all, he was curious. There were questions flooding his mind waiting to burst the dam.

"Did she-" Dumbledore stopped him by holding up a gnarled hand, "I have more to tell you, and I will not be able to answer your questions. You will need to direct those to Professor Parker." Harry waited with anticipation, What could be bigger news than that?

"She was not only friends with your Mother, but she was close with all of your Fathers friends as well," he paused, "Especially Sirius." Harry's eyebrows arched, Is this going where I think it is?

"The two of them were extremely close and were both named your God Parents when you were born." Harry finally broke his silence while Dumbledore was attempting to find the right words,

"Professor Dumbledore, were they a couple?" He didn't answer at first, so he spoke louder, trying to dislodge the nervous headmaster from his ranting. "SIR, WERE THEY A COUPLE!"

Dumbledore looked over at him and slowly nodded his head, "They were engaged to be married, but they were put into prison before they could have a ceremony." Harry's eyes blinked and his breathing picked up, his temperature was rising and he felt…betrayed, was the only word to describe the pressure and pain he felt at these words. He didn't move, shock overpowering his body, he wanted to scream, to yell and shout. But, he couldn't. The people who he trusted the most had been lying to him for months, and it burned him like it never had before. Dumbledore interrupted his thoughts,

"Do not blame her Harry, I have been keeping her from you for much longer than the school year. Be angry, but learn to forgive."

Harry's mouth was dry, "But why should I forgive you?" Dumbledore was taken aback. "You have lied to me all my life to, 'keep me safe.' Well you know what, I'm fucking tired of it!" He was standing now, a student defending himself in front of his mentor.

"Now Harry there is hardly a reason to get like that."

"Hardly a reason to get like what? You lied to me! And you have my entire life, you send me out on my own on all these stupid missions and you cant trust me with a little bit of information?" Harry was into a full out shout now and Dumbledore figured it would be better to take the beating that was coming than to try and stop him.

The shouting continued, there was lots of cussing and things being hurled in all sorts of directions. Harry at one point tried to leave and then became even angrier because Dumbledore had locked the door. He picked up a large silver instrument on the top of his desk, before he threw it Harry glanced into Dumbledore's icy blue stare and something in him clicked. He dropped the item on the floor and backed away from the desk, turning his back towards the headmaster. The Headmaster was concerned,

"Harry?" he said, standing and beginning to walk towards the young boy. Harry held out his hand to stop him.

"I have had an epiphany Sir." he paused, " I hate you." he said the words slow, and their sharpness pierced Dumbledore's heart. "I must have known it all these years I just kept denying it to myself, you were the closest thing I had to a father. I guess I just didn't want to turn my back on it." He looked at Dumbledore once more and then headed for the now, unlocked door.

Dumbledore wanted to stop him, to call out to him and explain everything, about where Sirius was and that he was OK. Tell him about how much he valued Harry as the son he never had, but something pulled him back.

Harry reached the door and pulled it open to find, Dobby. Shivering with fright standing next to a little pink house elf with red and bloodshot eyes.

"Harry Potter Sir!" he was frantic and shaking. Harry bent down,

"Dobby? What's wrong!" The elf pointed to his companion, "She needs to tell The Headmaster something sir." Harry moved aside and allowed Dobby to assist his weeping friend inside. Dumbledore stepped from behind the desk and went to her,

"Prisca what has happened?" Harry noted that his voice was full of concern for the elf, he wasn't sure how he felt about that. Prisca breathed in as heavily as she could muster before breaking down again, Dumbledore looked up at Harry,

"Can you go to the table over there. Inside the top drawer is a small bottle full of blue liquid, could you bring it to me?"

Harry returned with the bottle and Dumbledore forced some of the potion down her throat as soon as it hit her stomach she calmed down and the tears stopped flowing down her small face.

"Now, that's better. Can you tell me what happened?" She nodded,

"Professor Blake asked me to follow Professor Parker and tell him everything that she was doing this morning. I was behind her while she walked to her office when he called me down to him. There was a red headed boy lying on the ground in front of, he had been stunned."

Harry whispered to himself, "Ron."

The elf went on, "Professor Blake wanted me to get all of his things together and meet him at the front gates in 5 minutes. I didn't know what to do, I had to obey him! But he took that boy with him sir!" She buried her head in her hands and began crying once more, Dumbledore assured her that she hadn't done anything wrong.

Dobby said, "Yes Harry Potter sir, I saw Prisca crying in the kitchens and ever since Winky I have become the elf therapist it seems. So I talked to her and she told me everything, because he is Harry Potter's friend I made sure that I told Professor Dumbledore as soon as possible!"

Harry ran his fingers through his disheveled hair, "What do we do?"

Dumbledore allowed Prisca to fall back onto Dobby as he went to his desk, thinking hard and fast, "Dobby, can you go and fetch Professor Parker please?"

Harry looked at the elf holding his friend, Harry jumped in.

"No Professor, I'll tell her." Dumbledore looked up at him, "don't worry, I wont hold her up."

As soon as Harry left Dumbledore's office he went into a sprint towards the Defense Classroom, luckily for him the One-Eyed Witch was between where he had been and where he was going. He had hidden the cloak in the witch's back because he had caught Dean poking around his stuff and he hadn't wanted any awkward questions to come up. Once he had to cloak he stored it underneath his clothes and continued his run down to Professor Parkers office.

He knocked on the door. She was inside waiting for him, on her desk she had some papers that she intended to look like she was grading, attempting to look natural.

"Come in." she expected him to walk in the door angry or quite possibly sad, but instead he was panicked. "Harry what's wrong?"

"He's taken Ron, Blake took Ron." She jumped into action, grabbing her cloak she faltered when she took the mask out of a locked drawer in her desk. Harry looked away, and she slid it shamefully into the folds of fabric under her arm. She couldn't meet his eyes,

"I know we have to talk but I have to do what I can as fast as I can." The pair moved into the hallway but Harry understood,

"Can I come with you?" She was locking her door and she stopped mid spell, staring at him as though he had just uttered an evil curse. She shook her head no,

"I'm sorry, this is far too dangerous, if I can manage to get there before Blake I might be able to sway Voldemort into letting me take the boy back to Hogwarts."

Harry interjected, "And if not?"

She sighed, "I will get your friend back. I promise you that." She turned from him and began a fast jog down the hallway. He knew that she would rescue Ron, but it was her that he was concerned about ever seeing again. Harry looked over his shoulders and when he was sure he was secure, slipped his invisibility cloak over his shoulders and pursued her as silent as a mouse through the castle.

Following her out into the grounds he slowly gained speed so soon he was standing just 5 feet away from her. She looked over her shoulder once or twice as she slipped on black leather gloves, both times she shook her head and jogged a little faster.

Outside the gates, he watched her pull her own cloak over her head, choosing to put the mask on later. If he timed it right, he could apparate with her to wherever Ron was and help her rescue him, then make sure she was kept safe long enough to talk to her about his parents and Sirius. She pulled out her wand and began to mutter the spell, mid-word Harry leapt forward from his hiding place and took a strong hold of her arm. Before she could stop it, the two of them were speeding off towards the Riddle Manor. Together.

To Be Continued…

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Next Chapter: Persephone talks with Voldemort and tries to get both of the boys back to safety, but she gets in a bit of trouble because of a certain former coworker.