Title: Double Face

Summary: Not everything is what they seem as Harry's world turns up side down when he realize that there's more that meets the eye.

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English is not my first Language so Please bear with me...

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Chapter 10: You Shall Follow Me!

"Harry, I know that you love playing quiditch and being banned . . . . ."

Dumbledore was bluffing and bluffing to Harry's opinion like hours and if Harry to be honest with himself, he would like nothing more but to smack the face of the old coot to knock out that ever twinkling eyes of the headmaster.

". . . . . trashing the office won't solve . . . . ." Dumbledore continue as if he had just began.

Harry learned occlumency(sp?) at his most precious room but right now he didn't know how long he could keep his mask as he get itchy to hit the face of the headmaster.

". . . . . it, now is it clear?" Dumbledore finally said while looking at him. Harry just nod not really trusting himself to speak.

"Now, off you go" with that, Harry dash out of the office not wanting to stay any longer.

When Harry left, the headmaster recalled all the things he said to Harry moments ago. Obviously, sweet talk no longer works on his little puppet.

'What must I do, what must I do?' he thought while looking at the black bound book that was resting in his table. It's been years seen he took the young one from his father's house and a he grows up his becoming more like his father no matter what he do to change his path. 'well if sweet talk no longer works, I think I just have to do it the other way around after all his only a puppet' he thought as he made his way to his familiar only to flew away from him.

"What wrong with you, Fawkes(sp?)?" he ask the phoenix.

"I am no longer your familiar, for you have broken the rules of the phoenix" with that, Fawkes disappeared with a blaze of fire.

"Fine, I don't need you anyway" said the headmaster as he returned to his chair.

In the silence of the night, Dumbledore left his office. He knew exactly where to find Harry. He went to the bathroom at the second floor where Myrtel(sp?) lives. Harry is making a stink bomb when he entered.

"I see you didn't heed my words this morning" the headmaster said startling Harry.

"Why would I? I not a son of the marauder for nothing" Harry answered sharply while standing up and facing the headmaster.

"Of course, the famous marauder and their legend in mischief" Albus said as he takes a step closer to Harry. "Your father and his friends were good prankster apparently being a prankster doesn't suit the boy-who-lived, what would the people say?"

"Like father like son" Harry answered back. Being alone with the headmaster doesn't really sit well with Harry.

"You will not terrorize the name that took me years to forges" Dumbledore busted out. Harry was shock at the headmaster's words.

'I know that the old man is just using me but what didn't he mean it took him years to forge' Harry thought in disbelief. "I'm neither your puppet nor your spawn old man" snapping out of his thought.

"How dare you, I gave you fame and glory and this is how you repay me" the headmaster growled.

"I never ask for fame or glory old hag" Harry shouted matching the tone of voice of the headmaster.

"Don't you dare talk tome like that, I'm the one who created you and YOU SHALL ANSWER TO ME!"

"I only answer to my parents and your NOT one of them"

The shouting match continues, unknown to them a pair of onyx eyes where watching the whole scene. For a month now, the former potion master and currently Defense against Dark Arts teacher had grew fond of the young Gryffindor as he realized that the Potter heir is more of a Slytherin rather than a Griffindor. He is not the only Slytherin who notice this, even some of the Slytherin children notice this fact, even Draco agrees. Because of this some just left him alone or stop tormenting the boy-who-lived.

He snaps out of his thought when he saw the headmaster pulled out his wand to curse the Potter heir. He didn't know what hit him but he suddenly has this feeling that he should protect the son of his childhood tormentor.

Harry saw the move of the head master so he pulled out his wand. ". . . . Stay out of my life, I never need you and I will never need you" Harry said ready to defend himself if the situation got out of hands. The head master was about to curse him when Severus Snap enter their point of view.

"Headmaster, I do believe it would be better to give Mr. Potter a detention rather than cursing him" he said, effectively stopping the raising chaos between the two. "Put down your wand, Potter" he said to the Potter heir.

"Yes, yes I think a month of detention with Pro. Snape will do" with that the headmaster left quickly. He really didn't like the idea of someone seeing him cursing a student.

Harry was still looking at the spot where the headmaster stood. The words came rolling back at his mind again and again like a broken tape recorder. he was cut out of his daze when he heard someone cleared it's throat, when he look up to find where he is, he realized that he was no longer at the bathroom but he was in the potion's lab and Pro. Snape is in front of him giving him a potion which he accepts without question, surprisingly.

"What were you thinking of pointing that wand of yours to the headmaster?" the potion master ask clearly but calmly.

". . . . I don't know, I guess I was caught up of what he said to me" Harry answered truthfully. Right now, he didn't care if it was pro. Snape his talking to. Heck, he wouldn't care at all if it was Voldemort who ask. He is just to engross of what the old man had just said.

"Really and what did he ask?" Pro. Snape ask even if he already knew the answer.

"Why should I tell you?" Harry said suddenly remembering who he is talking to. The DADA masters raise an eyebrow. "I mean . . . ." Harry started awkwardly again when he realized the way he reacts. ". . . . The person I trusted most betrayed me. How am I supposed to trust you if the thing can happen" with that, Harry left the DADA master resolving to his own thought.

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