Harry Potter and the Dark Lord
Chapter 15: A Lesson With Dumbledore
Summary: Set in Harry's sixth year. He encounters far more than he ever could have expected, but he does not have to go through it alone. An old friend returns to help him. Harry's defeat of Voldemort rests on him getting The Scepter of Light and Dark, something that would allow Voldemort to destroy the world if he can get the whole thing. Voldemort's powers are getting stronger and Harry has more than one encounter with him.
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This Chapter: Harry has his first Occlumency lesson.
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Harry left the Great Hall and slowly walked to Dumbledore's office.
"Fizzing Whizbee." he said to the stone gargoyle, who sprang to life and jumped aside to reveal the staircase that led up to Dumbledore's office. He didn't want anyone, even Dumbledore, breaking into his mind again. He had way too many memories he wanted to keep hidden.He knocked on the door to Dumbledore's office.
"Come in." said Dumbledore. He opened the door and walked in.
"Hey Fawkes." he said to Dumbledore's phoenix.
"Are you ready Harry?" asked Dumbledore. Harry nodded. He was as ready as he was going to be. He gripped his wand tightly.
"Remember, use any means you know of to block me out. On the count of three. One, two, three, Leglimens!"
Harry saw images flicker in front of his eyes, the basalisk, the Room of Requirement, Uncle Vernon shouting at him, a hundred dementors closing in on him, Sirius falling through the veil.
"No!" he screamed as he fell towards the floor. Dumbledore lifted the spell, but Harry remained where he was on the floor. He didn't want to get up. Those memories hurt Harry more than when the events happened. They had reminded him of the countless times he had led his friends into danger, of his miserable time with the Dursleys, and the prophecy that had been made about him. They reminded him of his destiny: kill or be killed. He let out a small gasp and blackness engulfed him.
Several minutes later, he opened his eyes. He was still lying on the floor of Dumbledore's office.
Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, doing something with one of the tiny instruments that Harry swore he had broken the previous year, when Dumbledore had told him Sirius was dead.
Sirius wasn't dead, Dumbledore had lied to him. Harry felt a rush of anger towards the old man. He wanted to talk to Sirius. Dumbledore seemed not to notice as Harry got up and walked to the door. He tugged on the doorknob; it wouldn't open. The same thing had happened the previous year when Dumbledore had told him about the prophecy.
He pulled out his wand and muttered, "Alohomora." He pulled at the doorknob again. It still would not budge. Harry walked over to Dumbledore's desk and sat down in the chair that was across from the desk. He knew that Dumbledore would not let him leave until he had had his say.
"I want to leave." he said calmly.
"Our lesson is not over. Would you like to try again?" replied Dumbledore. Harry nodded. He didn't really want to, but he didn't think he was being given a choice.
"Why don't you focus on one memory, a very dull one. That way, you are not thinking about other things." said Dumbledore.
Harry concentrated on the book he had received form Hermione in a broomstick servicing kit in his third year. He tried to recall a section of the book, much like he had done before his third year at Hogwarts when his Aunt Marge had come to visit.
"Ready?" asked Dumbledore. Harry nodded.
"Leglimens!" said Dumbledore. Harry started to see memories flash before him, but he did not focus on them. Instead, he thought of page 187, "How to Properly Polish Your Broomstick." He could still see the memories, but they were getting fainter, and he could see Dumbledore behind them, with his wand raised. Suddenly, the memories stopped as Dumbledore lifted the spell.
"That was excellent, Harry." said Dumbledore. "You may go now. Be here next week, same time and day. Professor McGonagall will tell you the password.
Harry left as quickly as he could. All he wanted was to get to the dormitory and sleep.
Next Chapter: Another Dream
