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AN: Warning! There is some graphic violence in this chapter and eventually, future chapters. For those who have nervous disposition, skip that part.
Chapter 13: Unrequited Love
By Egyptian Flame
'The beautiful woman beside me is my girlfriend, Rowena Ravenclaw…'
This echoed repeatedly through Bellatrix's mind as she walked back to her dorm, fuming and longing to curse anything in front of her. Jealousy filled her as she remembered Rowena kissing Harry passionately and his eager response, something she had experienced for only moments before Harry declared his love for his so called mysterious girlfriend, the same girlfriend who currently lay in Harry's arms.
'Why did she have to come and steal my Harry away? Famous witch or not, I hate her, that man stealing bitch!' thought Bellatrix as hot, angry tears rolled down her cheeks. She arrived at the Ravenclaw common room and realized irritably that she had been resorted into the house of Harry's famous girlfriend. It was all too much on Bella as she cried herself to sleep cursing everything to do with that perfect founder.
Blaise sat in her quarters, thinking about her eventful day which had ended with meeting two of the most famous people in the history of magic. She was in awe that Harry's mysterious girlfriend which had turned out to be Rowena Ravenclaw, one of the most famous witches in history, and that Salazar Slytherin, her house founder, was his blood brother. She knew that she made the right choice by accepting to be his apprentice and the right choice when she accepted him as family.
She was also aware of Bellatrix's strong feelings for Harry and could almost feel the jealousy pouring out of her.
'Poor Bella' was her last thought as she drifted to sleep.
The three founders and the Headmaster of Hogwarts sat in Harry's quarters the next morning, talking and having an early breakfast as the Daily Prophet lay on kitchen table where they sat, big bold words shinning brightly.
The Boy Who Lived Lives!
Dark Lord Defeated in Duel with Harry Potter
By Special Reporter Kayla Frost.
In an effort to drive fear into the wizarding world, the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters attacked Diagon Alley yesterday with a large force consisting of Death Eaters and rumors that Inferi also accompanied them. Fortunately, two Wizards rose up to the challenge and held back the Death Eaters and He Who Must Not Be Named. One of the two wizards was Simon Dumbledore, who was found out to be Harry Potter in disguise. The other cloaked wizard vanished without a trace and none of the eye-witnesses could identify him. This reporter thanks Harry Potter and the mysterious cloaked wizard on behalf of the wizarding world, keeping the Dark Lord and his servants at bay.
Another small headline lay in the shadow of the first with a picture of Dumbledore with his wand held high..
Attack on Azkaban Prison subdued by Hogwarts Headmaster!
Another attack took place at the same time on the Island of Azkaban prison, where Albus Dumbledore and some Aurors managed to defeat and capture some Death Eaters. In an interrogation by Veritaserum, one of the prisoners admitted the plan to take hold of Azkaban as a Headquarters of the Dark Lord and names of other Death Eaters. A team of Curse breakers and Warders were called to fortify the prison against future attacks.
Harry and Dumbledore took part in filling Salazar and Rowena about Tom Riddle's history and his use of Horcruxes to preserve his soul. They also discussed the school with Dumbledore, arguing and asking about everything that changed in their beloved school during the thousand years. They were proud that Hogwarts stood tall all these years even though they already knew from Harry that it still existed.
"It is good to have you here, Salazar and Rowena, but I am afraid I must go for I have business to attend. I also have to prepare a funeral for the late princess Natasha and search for another Potions Master," said Dumbledore politely as he stood up, smiling kindly at his guests.
"Salazar is a Potions Master, Albus, and a lot more tolerable teacher than Severus was," Harry pointed out, grinning at his blood brother. Salazar groaned and glared pointedly at Harry as Dumbledore's eyes twinkled in amusement.
"Mr. Slytherin, it would be an honor if you would teach Potions. Harry will continue to teach Defense against the Dark Arts, so both of you will be here together, and no one will question your presence," said Dumbledore, blue eyes twinkling from behind his half moon glasses and a smile on his face.
"Come on, Sal, it will be fun to teach again," said Rowena reassuringly. Salazar rolled his eyes but nodded briefly, causing smiles to appear on the faces of Harry and Rowena.
"Excellent. Do you need the house-elves to prepare rooms for you?" asked Albus kindly. Rowena shook her head, smiling softly as she remembered storming into Harry's tent in the past, demanding that they create secret chambers after Godric and Helga forgot the silencing charms. A look of sadness flashed through her eyes as she remembered her other best friends, wondering how they fared with operating the school alone.
"We have our own chambers, Albus, and they are supplied with everything we need," Harry answered mysteriously. Dumbledore raised an eyebrow as Harry mentioned secret chambers but said nothing.
"I'm afraid that your names are too well known for you to use them, at least not until Tom Riddle is defeated. Tom is a cunning wizard and would use anything he gets his hands on against us," said Dumbledore. Harry nodded his head in agreement as Rowena and Salazar sat thinking about names.
"Technically, Salazar's name should be Salazar Thanatos Potter Slytherin since he's my blood brother," said Harry, "but everyone in the wizarding world knows that I'm the last living Potter, so I can't give Salazar or Rowena my last name."
"I know of a line that died out just over a hundred years ago," asked Dumbledore, looking at Rowena and Salazar. "It is the line of Morgan, an ancient pureblood line that died out when its last living heir was killed by a werewolf. No one would be suspicious since there is no living Morgan or a relative of them to claim the title of the family. Your first names are not a problem, since many pureblood families name their children Rowena and the Morgan family almost worshipped the famous Salazar Slytherin, the founder of Slytherin house."
Both Founders nodded their agreement and Dumbledore wrote a contract for Salazar as a Potions professor at Hogwarts. Salazar sneered at signing a contract and being paid to teach in his own school but a glance from Harry told him not to comment about it.
"Very well, then. May I inquire about the rooms you will be staying in so that I could reach you when I need to do so?" asked Dumbledore politely, earning himself a smirk from the three founders in front of him.
"There are reasons why it is called secret chambers, Headmaster," said Salazar with a smirk. "I believe you know where mine is, since my brother here killed my pet basilisk in it."
"Why, if I may, did you put a basilisk in your chamber, Salazar?" asked Dumbledore curiously.
"I put it there for the protection, in case any Evil wizard tries to destroy Hogwarts. That is why it could move through pipes, since they lead to outside the castle," explained Salazar, "but since Tom Riddle was brilliant enough to know about Horcruxes at the age of sixteen, he was also able to control my pet,"
"I see. Very well then, I do not want to keep you here any longer," said Dumbledore kindly, as took out some papers from a drawer in his desk and presented them to Salazar.
"What are these?" asked Salazar suspiciously.
"These are the lesson plans that Severus worked on before he regretfully passed away. You are, of course, welcome to change anything you want and add anything, provided that they're not illegal or harmful," replied Dumbledore, eyeing Salazar curiously. Salazar smirked and replied, almost making Dumbledore regret hiring Salazar Slytherin for the job.
"Don't worry, I've taught dunderheads before," said Salazar smirking, "and lived with one."
He was only quick enough to shield himself from the hex erupted from Harry's wand. Rowena smirked at Salazar before kissing Harry's cheek and walking out the door gracefully as Harry attempted to re-hex Salazar.
"Aren't you going to help me, Rowena?" yelled Salazar at Rowena, while dodging Harry's pain hex. Rowena was at the door when she turned to face Salazar, a mischievous grin on her face and her eyes dancing with laughter.
"Help you, Salazar? I've been waiting for this day since Harry left and now that he is here, revenge is too sweet to pass up and this, Salazar is my revenge," replied Rowena, laughing as she walked out the door as Salazar had an look of terror on his face.
"Start running dear brother," said Harry grinning as Salazar fled out the door with Harry after him, leaving a laughing Headmaster behind sucking on his lemon drops.
Harry was sitting with Rowena, his head in her lap and her fingers running through his hair as she read a book about the history of the wizarding world and the events of the past thousand years Harry had opened his link to the fullest with Salazar, allowing him to view his past up until he time traveled. To say that Salazar was angry at Harry's treatment at the hands of the Dursleys would be an understatement. "But they're muggles," he had spluttered. "Why didn't you kill them? And you ask me why I think they're scum!" He had also gained Harry's knowledge of the modern age things, muggle and magical, which had helped him understand many things that he had witnessed on his journey to find Hogwarts. Harry sat deep in thought about every chapter of his life and wished that he had lived a more normal life, though he wouldn't trade his time in the past with anything. He was deep in thought but a pop broke the silence, announcing the arrival of a house-elf.
"Master Harry Potter sir, Finzy was told to inform you that you is having a guest, Master Harry Potter sir," said Finzy the house-elf, bowing to Harry. Harry raised his head from Rowena's lap and went to his door, opening it slightly to find the ragged appearance of Remus Lupin outside his door.
"Hello Harry," said Remus softly, before his best friend's son engulfed him in a bone-crushing hug. Remus was in shock as Harry opened the door and he could have believed that it was James Potter, if it not for the brilliant emerald green eyes staring back at him.
"I missed you Remus," said Harry as he pulled back from the hug, beckoning Remus to enter. Rowena straightened up from where she was sitting on the couch as Remus' eyes roamed the quarters before settling on Rowena, his eyes widening further.
"I must have come at the wrong time, excuse me Harry," said Remus blushing before turning to leave. Harry grabbed his arm and shook his head, chuckling at the timidity of his old professor before waving his wand at the door, closing it.
"It is not a wrong time, Remus. This is my girlfriend Rowena," said Harry with a proud smile. Rowena offered her hand regally with a kind smile and Remus kissed it softly.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Rowena. I must say that you exceeded your father in his taste in beautiful women, Harry," teased Remus as Harry and Rowena blushed, before sitting down on the couch.
"The pleasure is mine, Mr. Lupin. Harry talked about you a lot," replied Rowena politely.
"Where have you been all this time, Harry? I thought…I thought you'd died," Remus said with stutter as his eyes showed relief.
"I'm sorry, Remus. I was away, training and it was hard to contact anyone. I also didn't have any news of the outside world, so I did not know I was presumed dead until I had returned," replied Harry apologetically. He knew he could trust Remus with anything and that werewolves already had a supernatural mental barriers, a side effect of the lycanthropy.
"It is a long story, Remus," said Harry. Remus settled himself comfortably on the chair he was sitting on, making Harry groan in return and nod, and beginning the tiresome story that was his life.
Three hours later, Remus sat dumbfounded as Harry finished retelling his tale. He resembled a gold fish as he tried to process everything that Harry told him, as it was an unbelievable tale. Remus was waiting for Harry to say 'Gotcha', but it never came. He also looked at Rowena in a new light as he realized that Harry's girlfriend was Rowena Ravenclaw, the most brilliant witch in the history of the magical world.
"You have to go the full mile don't you Harry? A founder, blood brother of Salazar Slytherin and boyfriend of Rowena Ravenclaw. I wouldn't have been surprised if Merlin himself was your father if I didn't know James personally and seen you at the hospital just after you were born. You were such a cute quiet little thing…" Remus reminisced fondly and Rowena listened intently to Harry's extreme discomfort.
"…and I remember the first time James attempted to change your pampers and just as he managed to peel them off, you urinated in his face. We were laughing for months afterwards. Prongs never did attempt to change it again…"
After a very uncomfortable an hour more of reminisces and embarrassment on Harry's part, Remus regretfully left for Order business to Rowena's dismay.
Bellatrix entered Harry's study as he sat preparing his next lesson. Every time she remembered Harry and Rowena kissing, her blood would boil and anger would course through her veins. He looked up from his work and invited her in with a kind smile that almost made her forget the reason of her visit.
"Hey Bella," said Harry, smiling softly as he put down his quill.
"Hello," she replied coldly, making Harry frown.
"Please sit down and tell me what the matter is, Bella."
Bella sat down angrily, glaring at Harry pointedly. Harry's frown deepened at Bellatrix's attitude and summoned a house-elf, asking him for drinks. The house-elf returned with a bottle of fire whiskey and two glasses, and then disappeared to continue its work.
"Why are you upset, Bella?" asked Harry softly, sipping from his glass.
"Why am I upset? I am upset because you are fooling around with that man-stealing bitch. I am upset because you rejected me when I would have given you everything, for her. Why did you have to rescue me? I'd be fine if you'd just left me alone in the first place!" Bella had all but screamed, her voice breaking with every word.
"No you wouldn't," said Harry softly. "And I'm not fooling around with Rowena, Bellatrix. I love her with all my heart and I've been in love with her for six years and she would have been my wife, had I stayed in the past. You have to accept this."
"What does she have that I don't, Harry?" she fumed as she slammed her fists on the desk in frustration.
"I love her Bellatrix," replied Harry firmly. "Nothing can change that."
"I could have given you everything," hissed Bellatrix lividly as she stood up abruptly.
"That's impossible," was Harry's reply, "I already have everything." Bella shot him a cold glare before slamming the door, her robes billowing behind her.
In another dark and gloomy place, where no laughter or happiness ever entered sat a dark figure on a throne like chair. One would have called him royalty, a king perhaps, had it not been for the aura of darkness surrounding him or the large, bloodied man screaming and writhing in pain on the floor. This man was not an ordinary man in the circle of followers in the room, but a man who revived the most terrible and powerful beast ever to grace the wizarding world. They were in a chamber so dark and cold, that most brave men would cower in its shadow. The chamber was filled with men and women wearing black cloaks and white masks, all of them kneeling and watching their fellow servant being tortured.
Peter Pettigrew, also known as Wormtail, screamed as a fresh wave of Cruciatus hit him, his silver hand pounding the floor repeatedly as his body writhed violently on the floor. The beam of light torturing Wormtail could be traced back to its caster, Tom Marvolo Riddle, also known as the Lord Voldemort, descendant of the line of Slytherin.
"You pathetic rat," Voldemort hissed dangerously, his red eyes narrowed in anger and disgust as he stopped the Cruciatus for a second.
"M-master," stuttered Pettigrew, shivering and shaking violently from the effects of the Cruciatus.
"How dare you delay this information from me, scum," hissed Voldemort, applying the Cruciatus for another few seconds before lifting it again. He turned to his servants, eyeing them for about a minute before speaking again.
"My dear servants, we shall go on a small journey tonight and you shall feast as a reward from your Lord. Nott, gather the Dementors for they shall also have a feast tonight, a special feast."
Nott stepped quickly from his place and bowed in front of the Dark Lord, "At once, master. Where do I inform the Dementors to go?"
"Privet Drive, Surrey," was the reply, almost tasting the deaths that were to come.
Albus Dumbledore entered the great hall as the students were eating their breakfast, followed by Harry Potter, Salazar Slytherin, and Rowena Ravenclaw. Most students gaped when they saw their friend and fellow student looking much older in the newspaper that morning. However, seeing him in the flesh in front of them, made most of them sit in shock and awe as Harry Potter entered, with no glasses on his face almost hiding his brilliant emerald green eyes, which in turn made nearly all the girls in the hall swoon. He was wearing a dark red robe made of Acromantula silk, his hair smooth and reaching his shoulders. The robes did not hide the toned muscles formed from hard training with Salazar and months of practicing with heaving swords.
Although Harry Potter had been the centre of attention all his life, he was not the only centre of attention in the room. Salazar walked with aristocratic grace and powerful presence, emitting an aura of intimidation and respect. People were awed at the striking resemblance between Harry and Salazar, though the radiance and beauty of another figure on Harry's arm totally outshined anything else.
Rowena Ravenclaw swept majestically into the great hall with Harry, wearing a blue robe and her hair falling smoothly down her shoulder, shinning brilliantly in the light of the candles in the great hall. The smile on her face lit up the great hall and the look of love directed at Harry was the reason of some of the glares sent by the students.
Dumbledore sat down on his chair as Harry and the other founders sat on the chairs beside him. Harry was welcomed warmly from Hagrid and rest of the teachers, though the some teachers and students sent suspicious looks towards Salazar and Rowena. The Headmaster stood up, smiling kindly at the students and cleared his throat, grabbing the attention of the students.
"Good morning," said Dumbledore, as everyone quieted down. "It is with great sadness and regret that I inform you of the death of Professor Natasha, who died bravely fighting the servants of Lord Voldemort. I would like you all, please, to stand, and raise your glasses to Natasha Romenenko." Benches scraped as all the students and teachers stood up, raising their glasses to the fallen potions professor. Many students had sad looks on their faces as they heard the news of their professor's death. Dumbledore waved a hand and the banners turned black, in mourning of the late professor.
Inside Harry's mind was a jumble of emotions filling his very being until he felt like he would suffocate. Guilt and self-loathing swelled in him, reminding him that it was his fault that these attacks had started in the first place.
'Why did I have to expose his stupid history? These people died because of my stupidity' Harry thought bitterly. Rowena caressed his cheek in understanding, knowing that Harry's self-inflicted guilt was hard to loose. Her touch brought Harry warmth and security, assuring him of her presence beside him. Anger was another emotion that filled him, as he cursed Voldemort for being who he was, cursed the Dark lord for targeting innocent people.
Salazar could feel the stress and extreme guilt through his connection to Harry, although he inwardly sneered at having to pay respect to a vampire, his most hated type of beings. He sent reassurance and acceptance through their bond to Harry, who nodded in gratitude for his brother. Even Hogwarts sent love and reassurance through her bond with Harry, sensing her master's distress.
After a few minutes, Dumbledore put down his goblet but didn't sit down, instead, continuing his speech.
"The funeral of Professor Natasha will be held tomorrow at 10 am. And you are all invited. Professor Natasha was a great colleague and friend and she was full of joy and life but alas, she passed to the next great adventure where I hope she will find happiness that she missed in this world. To Professor Natasha," said Dumbledore, raising his goblet one more time before setting it down.
"Classes will resume on Monday, in mourning of our dear departed professor. It is also my honor to introduce your new potions professor, who thankfully, offered his skills when he heard the death of our dear professor. Please welcome the Potion Master and your new Professor Morgan." The students clapped politely for Salazar, who stood regally and waved, earning him a grin from Rowena and a weak smile from Harry.
"Furthermore, it is with great pride that I welcome back one of Hogwarts' own children, who took his N.E.W.Ts and passed admirably, Professor Potter and Professor Morgan." The pride in Dumbledore's voice was apparent as he clapped for his surrogate grandson, which was echoed throughout the great hall. The loudest round of applause ever experienced by Harry greeted him and he flushed slightly. He saw Ron and Hermione clapping eagerly along with every other Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and most of Hufflepuffs who Harry had taught in the DA.
Some of the Slytherins were clapping, since they were not tightly controlled after Draco fled Hogwarts, but others remained blank faced and quietly sneered at the Boy-Who-Lived. Harry stood up bowed slightly, touched by the warm welcome of his previous peers and future students. Rowena blushed as several hoots and catcalls echoed through the hall to Harry's disgust.
Pops echoed through Privet Drive like gunfire as wizards wearing black robes and white masks appeared out of nowhere, making some of the neighbors look out of their windows or come out of their houses. One dark figure apparated alone in the middle of these wizards, appearing in a cloud of darkness reeking of evil. Voldemort turned to his followers who consisted of Death Eaters and Dementors and grinned evilly, his blood red eyes glinting maniacally.
"My servants, feast on the Muggle filth but leave me Potter's relatives, for they shall get special treatment," said Voldemort as he took graceful steps towards a particular house, which had eluded him in the past. The wards on said house were almost non-existent due to the absence of Harry Potter's blood, the key ingredient when invoking such powerful wards. Screams and explosions began ringing in Voldemort's ears as his followers began enjoying their time with the neighbours of the Dursleys. Voldemort reached the house as Petunia Dursley was looking out the window for the reason of the screams and raised his wand.
"Explodra"
The door exploded inwards, the debris flying in every direction and the house shook violently from the spell. Vernon Dursley came running down the stairs from his bedroom as the explosion threw him on the floor, something that is quite hard considering his size. Dudley was hiding under the table or trying to, as he saw a snake like man enter his living room. Voldemort looked at Petunia in disgust and raised his wand again, pointing at her.
"Crucio"
Petunia's high-pitched screams seemed to have woken up Vernon from his state of shock, as his face turned purple and he lunged towards Voldemort. The Dark Lord sneered and waved his waved, sending the fat muggle flying into the wall. He turned back to Petunia again and hissed.
"Fundo tergum." Petunia's skin seemed to bubble softly then began to melt and her screams of agony which pierced the night seemed to Voldemort like music as he closed his eyes for second, smiling fanatically. Dudley, seeing his mother's skin being shed went into a static shock, his eyes turning blank at what the creature had done to his mother.
Vernon Dursley came back to conscious and saw his wife being skinned alive and her screams filled him with rage as he took a knife and ran towards Voldemort, screaming at him.
"You filthy freak, you killed my wife." If Vernon had not screamed, he would have managed to injure Voldemort with the knife, as the Dark Lord was lost in the joy of Petunia's screaming. However, as Voldemort heard the muggle scream and his fury appeared in his ruby red eyes as he was called a freak.
"Avada Kedavra."
The familiar green beam exploded from Voldemort's wand, striking Vernon in the chest and sending him several feet back to the floor. He was dead before he hit the ground. Voldemort laughed maniacally in delight as Harry's Uncle gave his last breath in front of him and turned to look at the last remaining person in the house. Five minutes later, the Dursley's house blew up in flames with the exception of one wall, which had words written in blood etched on it.
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Harry kissed Rowena heatedly as they lay in their well-decorated bed in Harry's quarters, relishing the warmth of being in each other's arms again after a long time. He started kissing Rowena's neck, earning him a moan in return. Harry was about to proceed further when a stone on the table started shrieking, tearing Harry's attention from his girlfriend, which was hard to do. He looked at Rowena apologetically, who nodded lovingly and whispered softly to him, "go."
Harry wore his battle robes and took his weapons, apparating silently to an abandoned classroom near the headmaster's office. He sped up the stairs and opened the door to find Dumbledore and several order members talking and arguing between themselves. Dumbledore noticed Harry and cleared his throat, grabbing the attention of the order, who stopped what they were doing and paid attention to their leader.
"Everyone, Portkey to Privet Drive," said Dumbledore, activating his own Portkey. Harry and the other order members appeared in Privet Drive, or what was left of it.
Fire consumed everything, the smell of death lingered in the air like a poisonous fog, and all the individuals stared horrified at the massacre in front of them. Men, women, children and even pets were not spared the wrath of the Death Eaters. The Dementors seemed to have been satisfied as soulless bodies were scattered everywhere, staring blankly at the Dark Mark etched into the night sky. Not a house was spared the damage and not a soul could be found alive in the area.
Many witches and wizards ran in every direction but Harry Potter's eyes were set on a particular house, Number Four Privet Drive. He hoped that they were not at home when the attack happened. They mistreated him but he didn't want them dead. But fate didn't swing his way which he realized as he approached the house to find his uncle's body beside a skeleton that he assumed was his aunt. Dumbledore and the rest of the Order members followed him but some of them emptied their stomach upon seeing the message on the wall, which was written in blood.
Welcome back Mr. Potter, I missed you. This is just a welcome back party. So sorry you couldn't make it; it was a great show!
Lord Voldemort, Heir of Slytherin.
Under the written message and hanging on the wall was Dudley's severed head with a snake sticking out of his mouth, a resemblance of the Dark Mark. Voldemort had left it for Harry as a welcome gift as well as the Dark Mark outside. Although he hated the Dursleys, Harry never would have wanted them to die like this, to meet this fate at the hands of the Dark Lord. A tear rolled down his cheek in mourning of his last remaining blood relatives as he looked around the remains of the house in which he had lived most of childhood.
He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to meet the sad blue eyes of his Headmaster, looking calmly back at him. Harry glanced at the other houses, some of which suffered the same fate as Number Four but their owners fell at the hands of the Dementors. Harry could feel the guilt and anger from earlier this morning rising in his chest, swelling with every thought about Voldemort. His fist became balls, trembling with fury and his nails began digging into his skin painfully but Harry didn't care. He knew he had provoked Voldemort more than once and that these people were killed because Voldemort was angry at his published history.
"It is not your fault," said Dumbledore soothingly. He could feel the guilt emanating from Harry and wearily patted his back.
"Like hell it's not. I've been gone for four months and Voldemort attacked them only when I got back, just to get back at me," Harry yelled angrily. "How do you explain the message on the wall?"
"Voldemort is a Dark lord, Harry. He made it his mission in life to destroy those he thought were beneath him, which includes everyone. This is war and more people are going to die. You did not start this war but it is partly up to you to end it and no war ends without people being killed. He would have killed them sooner or later but he chose to try and hurt you because he fears you and your power," said Dumbledore softly as he lead Harry to the return Portkey. Harry said nothing as he took the Portkey back to the castle, along with the order members, leaving the Aurors and ministry officials to clear up.
They arrived in the headmaster's office, each member horrified at the scenes, which met them at Privet Drive.
"Go to your quarters and think about what I said, Harry," said Dumbledore to Harry who nodded his head and walked back to his quarters, crying himself to sleep in Rowena's arms for the people who died in the massacre of Privet Drive.
