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Chapter 31: Getting Closer to the School Year...
Harry felt a tap on his shoulder. He made a whiny nosie and semi-rolled over in his seat. Another tap came. Harry frusterated, opened his eyes to his disturber. James sat next to him, finger out for another tap. James smiled at him.
"What?" Harry asked.
"They're surving food. Would you like some?" James asked.
"What do they have?" He asked, stretching. He adjusted his glasses.
"Some sandwich thing." James said.
"Okay...where's Hermione?" Harry asked.
"She's sitting with Sirius at the moment. I wanted some sleep and Padfoot really didn't want me sleeping and him being bored so I switched with Hermione so they could hang out." James said. Harry leaned forward and waved to Hermione. She blew him a kiss. He caught it and smacked himself and fell back into the seat. He heard her and Sirius laugh at him. James looked at him puzzled.
"She blew me a kiss." Harry said.
"Oh..." James said. Harry noticed something was off about his father, he didn't have the usual glint in his eye. But what replaced it was the look of...worry? Harry wondered what it was, while his father told the stuartress what he wanted and went and sat back next to Sirius and Hermione came and sat next to him. She noticed a look of thought on his face.
"Knut for your thoughts?" She said.
"My Dad...seemed off. He didn't have the normal glint in his eye...he seemed distracted by something." Harry said.
"I thought so too. I tried to get it out of Sirius, but he wouldn't tell me." Hermione said.
"Well, I hope it doesn't have to do with me." Harry said.
"Don't worry, Harry." Hermione said, rubbing his back.
"How is it everyone knows that calms me down?" Harry asked.
"Because, Harry Potter, we know you better than you know your self." Hermione said with a smile.
"That's not fair." Harry said. Hermione kept rubbing his back. "Ow." He muttered. Hermione quickly withdrew her hands.
"What?" She asked.
"That hurt." Harry said, turning his neck around to attempt to see his back. Even though it doesn't work we all try it. Hermione gently touched the spot.
"Right here?" She asked.
"Yeah," Harry said. He pulled his sleeve back since the spot was on the back of his shoulder. He had a cut there. "How'd that happen?" He muttered.
"It doesn't look fresh...perhaps it's from...you know?" Hermione said.
"Nah, it would have healed a while ago. Remember since we went back in time and such." Harry said. He looked at it carefully and touched it by running a finger over it.
"It's a day or two old." Harry said.
"How'd that happen, what could you have done?" Hermione asked. Harry put his sleeve down as the stuartress came by with their food. He put down his tray and put his sandwich and drink on it. He rolled up his sleeve again.
"I don't know, but what ever happened went pretty deep. I didn't do anything on purpose...I don't remember anything that could have cut me..." Harry said, trying to remember. James came over and saw a six cenitmeter cut on his shoulder. His fear had come true, it did happen.
"Dad, you alright?" Harry asked, putting down his sleeve.
"I'll tell you later." James said, and sat down next to Sirius, forgetting the world around him and looking out the window at the ocean. Harry looked at his father with a sad expression. Harry looked at his watch seeing it was seven in the morning. Two more hours...he thought. He talked a little with Hermione but he was a bit distracted, what ever his father was worried about, was about him.
"Harry...sweetie..." Hermione said. He still stayed gloss eyed. She gently put her forefinger under his chin and her thumb on his chin and turned his face towards her.
"Sorry." He said, quietly.
"You were saying something about your parents going on vacation." Harry said.
"What's wrong?" Hermione said.
"My Dad." Harry said.
"It's not you, maybe you made him remember something...I'm not sure." Hermione said, trying to help her boyfriend.
"I hope,...I hate people being upset because of me." Harry said, his eyes becoming hollow. Hermione didn't know what to say. She was at a loss for words. Harry, just like his father, starred out the window the whole time. Lily and Remus switched seats with Sirius and Hermione. Lily sat with James, while Remus sat with Harry. Both tried to get them to talk. Sirius and Hermione talked about what happened. Telling each other everything...
Harry stepped off the plane and walked out to a place to unshrink his car. Everyone said good-bye to Chris, Tori, and Kate, and piled into Harry's car. Sirius, thought it best if he drove. A few got on his case and started to fake panic. Harry was happy to find all his friends were spending the rest of the summer at his house. Harry sat in the back and his father sat up front glancing in the rear view mirror at him. He began to get annoyed at this. As soon as they got home, he was going to confront his father. Why was his father avoiding him? The drive was long and frusterating. Hermione kept glancing at him from time to time, feeling something wrong. She could always feel things radating off him. Ron felt it too. He was sitting next to Hermione and whispered in her ear.
"What's up with Harry?" He asked.
"I don't know, but it has got to do with James." She replied. Ron gave a quick nod to her and went back talking to Luna. Everyone was busy talking besides Harry and James. Harry stared out the window into the morning sun accross the fields. They slowly pulled into the driveway, and Harry immediatly got out. Sirius noticed he was very confused with emotion. Harry went into the back and unlocked the trunk of the car. He grabbed his dufflebag and bookbag, which he had to wait a long time for, and took them inside. Everyone followed in the same way. Going up to their rooms they had occupied before. Harry paced in his room, unable to think clearly. He wanted to sort himself out before he talked to his father. Harry really didn't want to blow up at him. A knock came at his bedroom door. Harry panicked and grabbed his hide-away transporter and left. Time became frozen at the Potter home.
Harry appeared outside of a little quaint cottage. He walked inside and sat down on the couch. He sighed and put his head in his hands. Getting up he walked over to the hutch and pulled out one of the few pensives kept in there. He began to fill it and sort all his racing thoughts. After doing that he went into his little bedroom, which connected to a bathroom, undressed and took a long bath until his fingers were like rasins. He got out and dried himself, dressed, and took a dreamless sleep potion and slept for hours.
Sunlight hit his eyes through the partially opened curtains. He heard a voice in the family room. He realized where he was and quickly put on his glasses. Harry put on a t-shirt and went into the family room quickly; yet quietly. Dumbledore and James were sitting on the couch. James had his head in his hands as Dumbledore quietly talked to him. Harry backed up around the corner, leaning up against the wall. His back against the wall; thoughts wildily raced. He knew Dumbledore had access to this place, but why did he have to meddle with everything. Harry began to get angry at this man again. Can't he mind his own business he asked himself. Sneaking back to his room, he went into his closet and quickly dressed and went out his patio door. Then he broke into a run towards his woods. He kept running until he found a rock to sit on and think.
"Meddlesome fool." Harry muttered. He went back into his thoughts and eventually he heard cracks of twigs coming towards him. Harry sat up and looked through the branches.
"Do you think he came in here?" James asked.
"Yes, James, I also believe he will be a little upset at me, so if he yells it's not because of you." Dumbledore said. Harry rolled his eyes and transformed into a pheniox and flew out and towards the cottage quickly and quietly. He landed on the roof and flew into the front yard and transformed back. Dumbledore and James appeared right in front of him. Harry inwardly kicked himself.
"Harry," Dumbledore said. Harry stood up and cast a silencing bubble around them. They appeared to be in this half-circle bubble dome. James trapped on the outside.
"What?" Harry asked, crossing his arms, he didn't feel like dealing with this man.
"You have to talk to him." Dumbledore said, calmly. This annoyed Harry the worst. He had to be calm and meddlesome all the time.
"I know, can't I do it by myself?" Harry asked.
"Yes," Dumbledore said. "You can't run away like that."
"Alright, Albus," Harry said, uncrossing his arms. Dumbledore knew the yelling was about to begin. He braced himself for the worst. James watched from the outside as Dumbledore visibly stiffened. Uh oh, he thought.
"If I really wanted to run away, you'd never find me. I can promise you that. I have so many thoughts running through my head at the moment, I didn't want them to all come out on my father. I didn't want to yell at him for something he can't control. And before I talked to him I'd like to have sorted all that out. I don't want to yell at him or anyone. But see you never give me that option, you always have to meddle. Why! Why must you all ways do this? You think you know what you're doing, but you don't. You don't. You have no clue what goes on in my head anymore and it drives you insane. Because, now you know what I'm cabable of...you know if I run, you can't find me. Nothing in your power can stop me if I run. You know it, I know it, everyone knows it. That's why you need me watched every damn hour of the day. So you have clues to where I am at least. You're not my parent. I can take care of myself. Eveyrone knows that-!" Harry said yelling or voice loud.
"Harry, please if-" Dumbledore tried.
"NO! Don't interrupt me!" Harry said, sternly. A low red glow radatied off him. James feared the worst, but he felt like he understood his son a little bit.
"Sorry." Dumbledore said, quietly, which surprised Harry.
"I CAN take care of myself. I just don't want to explode on anyone, and believe me, I'm restraining myself as best I can at the moment." Harry half yelled. "I really don't like yelling at people, but you're an exception. Why, you wonder. Just think, everytime I leave, you follow. Like my shadow, maybe I should go where no light is. That way you can't follow. I knew you could find me here, I didn't think you'd really need to be that controlling to come and get me. And don't say you're looking out for what's best for me and all your other crap. I'm tired of it. If you want to look out for me...LEAVE ME ALONE!" Harry yelled. James watched from the outside. He couldn't hear what he was saying, but he noticed his body language, and the red glow around him. Just like Lily, he thought. Dumbledore, actually, cowered a little bit but fixed himself. "I know you care and all...but you need to lay off. You can't control everything like you think you can. First of all, if I leave, you know you'll be the one people complain to. No one, but you, can drive me away. I want you to back off. You still don't have my full trust back, no matter what you think...I'm not sure, if you'll ever get it back." Harry said, crossing his arms again and looked off to the side, he couldn't even look at the man.
"You're right, you can take care of yourself. We all know it. I'm sorry for meddling. I didn't want you to run away from your problems...-" Dumbledore said.
"Leave." Harry said, flatly and quietly.
"Excuse me?" Dumbledore asked, pretending to not hear him.
"I said, leave. I don't want you here. I'll contact you when I want to talk to you, in a calm respective matter." Harry said. Harry notice Dumbledore looked hurt. He's never seen anyone make him look like that. No one...was able to hurt Albus Dumbledore in such a way. James watched in amazement that Dumbledore's look of pain. Harry had been the only person to make Dumbledore feel completely terrible for something he's done. James wondered, what had been said.
"I"ll be waiting." Dumbledore said quietly, then disapparated. Harry sat in the middle of the dome head in hands. James wanted to get in there to comfort his son. He couldn't, wandless magic, he cursed. He knocked on the side of the bubble and Harry looked up. His eyes full of anger but sadness all at the same time. Harry summoned a pensive and motioned for James to go inside the cottage. James nodded sadly and went in and sat on the couch. Soon he fell asleep on the comfortable couch and drifted off into a deep sleep. Harry sat outside in his bubble for hours. Pulling out thoughts. Revisting things, after sorting through his thoughts he put them back in his head and they went into the imaginary files and he felt a million times better.
"Done." He said, happily. Harry waved away the bubble and walked inside and found his father on the couch, sleeping. Harry smiled and put a blanket on him and went to eat some food. A meal between lunch and dinner. He wasn't sure what to call it. Linner? Dunch? Luner? He just ate some food until he was satisfied. James came into the little kitchen and found his son eating something reading a magizine. Another plate was sitting on the counter with two sandwiches and some chips. Harry looked up and smiled at his father, guiltily. He got up and went over and hugged his father. James held tightly.
"I'm sorry," Harry began.
"It's alright. I knew you wouldn't want him or I to come, but he didn't listen." James said. Harry smiled, finally an adult who understood him.
"Thank you...someone who finally understands me." Harry said.
"What?" James asked.
"You're pretty much the only adult who understands me." Harry said. They let go and sat back down. Harry summoned over James's plate.
"What about Sirius and Remus?" James asked, puzzled.
"Nope...they know me...but don't know me, if that makes sense..." Harry said. They ate in silence. Then Harry asked him something he wasn't expecting.
"Why were you upset with me eariler?" Harry asked.
"What?" James asked.
"You said, I'll tell you later. When you saw my cut you practially freaked out. I swear, I didn't cut myself. I don't know how it happened." Harry said.
"I know you didn't. I know what did happen..." James said.
"What?" Harry asked.
"The other night I had a dream. A dream where something attacked you in your sleep. I thought it was a bad dream...until you couldn't sleep. Because in my dream a voice whispered sleep if you dare. I don't know what it meant. I wonder if it was subconsious and it's a cowincindence that you got cut on the back of your shoulder, or..." James said.
"Or...?" Harry asked, quietly and gently.
"Or, if I attacked you. The only reason why I wonder that is...when I woke up...I was standing over you in the tent. I panicked when you started to wake up so I got the water balloon." James said, tears in his eyes.
"Dad, you didn't do anything...I think I cut myself on the rocks when Hermione and I jumped off the cliff and into the water. I think the way I landed I cut my back on something. The goo came off and we swam up. We cast a drying spell, probably causing the blood to dry and I didn't notice it." Harry said.
"Didn't you feel it thought if it cut you?" James asked.
"I really don't feel minor pain anymore...if you pinch me...I may say ouch...but it doesn't really hurt." Harry said.
"I feel so bad, Harry." James said.
"Dad, you didn't hurt me." Harry said.
"No, it's not that. Your life was figured out before you were even born. When Ablus told us that our future child was going to be endanger, we didn't know what to do. Your Mum was almost due when he told us. We were already nervous about being parents then to add into the mix our child was to be endanger before he was even born. When we had you...I couldn't have been more thrilled. I was so excited to do all these things with you when you were older. Then we would remember, we had to go into hidding. Soon after we died. I couldn't believe it...then we come back alive and don't even know we're dead. Sirius is there. All I remember last was hoping that the green light coming towards me never went towards you or your mother..." James said. Harry went over to his father and sat next to him. He put an arm around him and pulled him into a hug. He rubbed his back just like his father did for him. James laughed as he did this.
"What?" Harry asked.
"I'm suppose to be the father." James said.
"You're only 19. Three years older than me. I can do this." Harry said. Jame wrapped his arms around Harry for a hug and they both let go.
"Sorry." Harry said.
"Don't be. You've saved the world many times and you will once more." James said. Harry nodded his head and went back to his meal.
"When do you want to go back?" Harry asked.
"When you want to or want me to. I know I was about to come into your room to tell you." James said. Harry nodded.
"We can go now. later, tomorrow. I have a spare bedroom here. This place is so cool." Harry said.
"Really, can you give me a tour?" James asked.
"Sure." Harry said, getting up and grabbing a sandwich. James grabbed one too. Harry led him into the family room. "Here's the family room obviously. That cabient over there, if you want a potion, pensive, or quill parchment and ink...it's there. In here, a mini library. I am bringing some of these home with me. Funny, it's small but you can find what every book you want. Like watch this. Quidditch Threw the Ages." Harry walked over to a random self and pulled it off.
"Wicked." James said. "Defence for the Advanced." James said, walking over to a random self and picked it out. Harry showed him the three extra bedrooms and his own. The bathrooms, den, then the backyard. Eventually, the sun began to set and the two came in from the patio and went to bed. Harry had just climbed into bed when his father came in.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked, taking the covers off.
"Nothing, I just wanted to tuck you in." James said.
"Oh. Alright." Harry said. He laid back down.
"Night Pronglet." James said, tucking him in.
"Hey, I can't move." Harry said.
"Night." James said in a singsong voice.
"Night." Harry called to him as he walked out the door. Harry rolled over and fell to sleep after levitating his glasses over to his nightstand. Harry drifted off into a deep sleep with a wonderful dream of him winning a quidditch cup all his friends and family cheering him on. Unfortunatly, he fell off his broom and woke up. He rolled over and almost fell off the bed. Harry got up and went into the kitchen and made breakfast. Harry went and checked in on James to find him missing.
"Dad?" Harry asked.
"What?" James asked. He had a towel around his waist coming out of the bathroom.
"I was wondering if you were up yet. I came in here and you weren't here." Harry said.
"Oh, I was just getting a shower. Do you have spare robes here?" James asked.
"See that wardrobe?" Harry asked, crossing the room.
"Yes." James said. Harry opened it and robes were neatly hung with dress shoes, sneakers, and slippers. Hanging up were nice dress robes, tux, pajamas, and muggle clothes.
"Ah." James said.
"Breakfast is ready." Harry said, walking out of the room so his father could get dressed.
"Yum what did you make?" James shouted. The house wasn't that big, a rancher (one floor) and the kitchen was only a hallway away from the bedrooms.
"I made pancakes and eggs." Harry said.
"I'm kinda glad you can cook, or else we'd starve. Although I'm not too happy why you had to learn." James said, coming out of the room hopping on one foot trying to put his shoe on.
"It's the past, it won't change, or I wouldn't be the person I am today." Harry said, getting the ketchup out of the fridge for his eggs.
"Well, I'm proud of you to no end." James said, patting him on the back.
"Thanks." Harry said. James sat down at his plate, Harry had put on the table for him.
"Looks great." James said, taking a bite. "Tastes good too."
"Thanks." Harry said, pulling out a newspaper.
"Is that for today?" James asked.
"Yeah, cool huh?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, so what happened?" James asked.
"Nothing special. Says Lockhart was showing some memory, Quidditch cup finals won by America, and has Harry Potter disappeared?" Harry said, putting the paper down.
"They can't get enough of you?" James said, taking a sip of coffee.
"Nope, suppose not." Harry said, finishing his breakfast. The rest went in silence, as they sat in that comfortable silence they both realized how much they wanted to get back home.
"Ready to go?" James asked.
"Yeah. Did you want to take anything here home?" Harry asked.
"Nah, it's alright." James said. Harry grabbed a duffle bag on the floor and went into the library and shrunk books and filled the duffle bag with them. He came out with a lumpy duffle bag, not very heavy either.
"Ready?" Harry asked.
"Yeah." He said. Harry hugged him and he appeared in his room back home. His father came in the door. "Long time no see." James said, laughing. Harry laughed too. He threw the duffle on his bed and went downstairs with his father. Lily was in the kitchen with Sirius.
"Sirius, calm down, I'm cooking it. Jeeze." Lily said.
"Why can't I taste test?" Sirius asked.
"Because, you can wait ten minutes." Lily said.
"What if I implode?" Sirius said, smiling.
"If you were to implode from hunger, then you still not get food." Lily said, smartly. Sirius who was standing behind her stuck his tounge out at her, and put his thumbs in his ears sticking his fingers out and wiggled them. Harry and James laughed at him. Lily and Sirius were suprised in two ways; one they didn't know they were there and why they were so happy with each other. They both knew the two sides of the story. The two noticed how they both looked refreshed.
"When did you two get there?" Lily asked.
"Just walked in." Harry said, eyes glowing.
"Oh." Lily said. "Hungry?"
"No, we just ate." James said.
"How?" Sirius asked, confused. "We just got home."
"Right...we did." James said, looking to Harry for an answer.
"Ask us no questions, we tell you know lies." Harry said.
"That's our line!" Two red-heads said from the fire place.
"Hey Gred, hey Forge. What's up?" Harry said.
"First of all-" Twin one said.
"We had to check up on our dear brother-" Twin two said.
"And sister were back yet for our mother." Twin one continued.
"Secondly we wanted to tell you lot-" Twin two said.
"That there is a meeting-" Twin one said.
"About the transportation to Hogwarts along with some-" Twin two said.
"Of the random small attacks that have been occuring." Twin one finished.
"Alright we'll be there soon." Harry said. The two disappeared. "Dammit." Harry said, running upstairs. Lily and Sirius looked at James for an explination.
"I'll tell you later." James said, running out after Harry. Harry was pacing his room back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.
"Dumbledore." Harry said, answering his father's question, he hadn't even asked.
"Oh. You don't have to go." James said.
"No, because that's not a good reason to skip a meeting. I'll go, but I won't talk to 'him' there." Harry said.
"Good. I'll keep him away if he tries to talk to you." James said. "Now go tell everyone to get ready for the meeting." Harry nodded and went into Draco's room.
"Order meeting." Harry said, popping his head in.
"Okay." Draco said. He did the same for Ron, Luna, Ginny, and then to Hermione.
"Order meeting." Harry said, popping his head into Remus's room. He was reading in bed.
"Oh, alright." He got up from his bed. "Looks like you're feeling better. Sort everything out with James?" He asked.
"Yeah. Everything's alright." Harry said. Everyone met downstairs. Harry had stopped to get his Order cloak. The only one without one was Draco. When Harry was ready, he'd ask Dumbledore about that. Harry looked at everyone decided to go over to Ron and Hermione. Harry began to tell them all about what happened in the hide-away. Told them not to worry about Dumbledore's questions either.
"Ready?" James called to everyone. Everyone replied and most apparated. Draco and Ginny couldn't apparate so Harry grabbed both their hands and powerfully apparated all three of them. Three teenagers appeared in the kitchen of the headquarters. A few looked surprised at the boy's power. Harry stood up and helped the other two up before brushing himself off.
"Thanks." Draco said.
"Yeah thanks." Ginny said.
"No, problem. I figured I could get all three of us here." Harry said. He turned around and Dumbledore was looking straight at him. 'Damn twinkling eyes.' Harry thought.
'Now Harry.' Hermione's voice said in his head.
'Yeah, yeah.' Harry said, and sat in the chair farthest from Dumbledore. Hermione choose the seat next to his and Ron on the other side of him. Harry started to gain conversation with them. They began to talk about the upcoming school year. They couldn't wait for their first classes with Lily and James. Also they wondered about this upcoming war approaching. Harry thought it would be a good idea to bring up his idea about the D.A.
"Alright...quiet now!" Proffessor McGonagall said. The whole group went silent. "Thank you. Now, first thing Severus has a report to read, about the recent attacks."
"Thank you." Snape said, curtly. He didn't seem to be in a good mood. He began reading his little report about the recent attacks and Voldemort's reactions and such.
"He plans to attack some muggles close to Surrey." Snape said. Harry's hand shot up. Snape ignored him just like in class. Harry rolled his eyes.
"Excuse me, Proffessor." Harry said.
"Don't interupt me Potter." He said coolily. James and Sirius reached for their wands.
"Sorry, for that Professor, but I'd like to ask the whereabouts in Surrey, or near Surrey as you said. As you know Hermione's parents moved around there over summer. Also, even though I really don't care for them the Dursley's live there. They may be rude, annoying, and a few other things, but they are still family." Harry said.
"The Dark Lord didn't say Potter." Snape said, annoyed.
"Shouldn't there be more guard around the area?" Harry asked, to no one in particular.
"Good point, Harry." Dumbledore said, trying to get on Harry's good side. Harry curtly nodded his head, still not forgiving this man. "We shall double guard on the area of Surrey. Please, Severus, continue." Snape continued to droned on for another ten minutes until he was done. A few awoke once he stopped. Harry hid his smile.
"Any ideas for transporting the kids to the platform?" One of the members said. Harry raised his hand. Dumbledore nodded in his direction. He stood up and looked around.
"First of all, we're not kids. Second, we don't need special guards or anything. We had training and I think we've proven we can defend ourselves if anything happened. Not only ourselves-" Harry said.
"But others as well." Hermione finished, standing up next to him, along with Ron.
"I agree, we're tired of being treated as children. Yes, we aren't adults, but we can defend ourselves and protect others."
"Not to mention, my parents will be on the train as well, if I'm not mistaken. Sirius and Remus said they were going to see us off. Also, most here are parents of students. They will be seeing their kids off, and if there is a problem, it's not like we're alone." Harry said, with his very professional mannered voice still since he was dealing with Albus.
"And if we use our own special guard, it'll look very supcious, why don't we just floo there?" Hermione said. "If we flooed we'd be missing, another questioning situtation."
"Either way, it's in doubt to all those around. Sure, deatheaters may be watching, but then they won't have any clues to where the Order is." Ron said.
"I believe, transportation should be a car of some sort, possibly Sirius or Remus drive us there. We all get on the train after saying good-bye. Simple as that. No need to make it more complicated or questionable to the public." Harry said, all three sat at the same time.
"Good points. I do believe I'd have to agree with Harry, Ron, and Hermione." Dumbledore said, smiling. Harry wondered if it was to get on his good side. He saw Snape's eyes narrow.
"Sir, shouldn't we at least station, some members at the platform?" Snape said.
"Good idea, but like Harry said, parents from here will be already there, practically stationed." Dumbledore said. James, Harry, and Sirius watched in triump as Snapes idea was declined. Harry wasn't looking at Dumbledore, anywhere but, although he could feel his eyes on him.
"Anything else anyone would like to bring up?" Dumbledore asked. He called on a Order member to talk about an idea for the army. Then he called on a few people to talk about a few other non-interesting things. Harry was in a sort of daze, when Hermione and Ron elbowed him at the same time.
"Ouch." He whispered. Then he realized what they meant. He raised his hand.
"Yes, Harry?" Dumbledore asked. Harry stood again, feeling the eyes on him. He regained confindence. He took in his professional voice, since he would be directly talking to Dumbledore.
"Sir, being headmaster of Hogwarts, I'd hope you agree that the school is endanger from Voldemort." Harry asked. His voice made the room tense. Dumbledore nodded, pretending not to notice. "I want your permission, to restart the defence club we arranged. Also, even though we may all not like it, I want other houses to be in it. I figured, we invite the old members back that still attend school. Teachers, can pick people they think are trustworthy to join, and not tell suspects of being in the ring of Voldemort. We will meet in the same place as before, and I again will teach-" Harry continued, interuptted by Snape.
"You teach, Potter?" Snape asked, humoured.
"Yes, Sir, I will teach, like I did this past year." Harry said, his voice cool.
"Headmaster, I do believe, Potter isn't quite qualified to teach these students." Snape said.
"Harry, are you suggesting using the students in the war?" McGonagall inquired.
"Yes, Professor. At first, I really found it quite, err...not required for anyone to fight in this war. But after talking with one of my mentors, they talked me into suggesting students. I brought this idea to him; in addition, we can't stop those who want to fight, you and I know that." Harry said to his Transfiguration teacher.
"There aren't enought people in the Order to fight Voldemort." James said, helping his son.
"Also, I'd like to suggest holding a meeting twice a week. We'll have house unity agreement. Although, quidditch will still be held. Meetings can be constructed around the practices, prefect duties, and anything else needed. Perhaps, Saturday nights and...Wensday nights." Harry said.
"Why Wensday?" Tori's mother asked.
"Well, usually, Mondays we get homework assignments that way we have at least one day to work on them. Then Wensday is the middle of the week, not much going on. Sundays, Thursdays, and Fridays are prone to matches and practices. Prefect duties, we easily work around. Now, first and second years are welcome, but they can't fight, I figured, they can learn more potions and healing charms. They can stay here at the castle during the war, and heal those who need it." Harry said, his mouth drying. He took his glass of water and took a small sip, as Dumbledore asked a request of his own.
"I grant your request." Dumbledore said. "One request although." He added. "You have a supervisour at each meeting, perhaps a teacher." He said, calmly. Harry spat out his drink.
"WHAT!" He yelled. "That's not fair! You-!" Harry started.
"Harry! Don't talk ter yer Professor like that." Hagrid said. Harry shot him a fierce look, that made a few people scared. Hagrid, visibly, recoiled.
"You said, that I didn't have to have a teacher or any adult there. Before, we talked about this. You said it was MY choice!" Harry said.
"That was before a few things were brought to my attention." Dumbledore said.
"Like what?" Harry spat. Teachers, Order members, or anyone else in the room have ever heard someone talk like this to Albus Dumbledore.
"Potter!" Snape barked. "Don't you dare talk to the headmaster in such a way." He said, calmly.
"This doesn't concern you." Harry said, dangerously. Snape's eyes showed fear for a second and returned to their usual cold state. Although, he kept silent. "The only reason, you want someone there is to keep an eye on me. I don't know why yet; but oh...oh I will find out. Fine, have it your way, I'll have an adult at every meeting. Don't you worry. Just to make sure that you know...that I'm in somewhat of your controlling right? That's all you want, is to make sure I don't do something stupid. But you know what, Dumbledore, I've built up more common sense, knowledge, and plans. And that, you know, and it scares you." Harry whispered to him, leaning down on the table. Loud enough for everyone to hear. "Please excuse me. Sorry everyone." He said to everyone and left the room. Ron and Hermione looked at Dumbledore with a look of question and left.
"Harry?" Hermione asked.
"Yes?" He asked, standing in the corner's shadow.
"Want to go home?" Ron asked.
"Sounds wonderful." Harry said, his mood lightening. Draco came out into the room.
"You alright...?" He asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine, we're going home. Want to come?" Harry asked.
"Nah, I'll stick around here. Plus, you three haven't had much time together." Draco said, sitting down on the chair.
"Thanks." Hermione said. The three nodded to one another and quietly apparated to Godric's Hollow. Harry began pacing.
"Harry, what are you thinking?" Ron asked.
"We need a hide out...one where Dumbledore can't find us." He said, stopping suddenly.
"What!" The two said.
"Look, we need a place to go where he can't find us. Why you ask. Simple, we go to gather our thoughts and he can't find us. He always need us in his sight, to know he's safe. He knows if he loses either one of us...his life goes out of wack." Harry said.
"I know where, but it doesn't stop time." James said, from the doorway.
"Is it only you?" Harry asked.
"Your mother, Sirius, Remus, and I only know of it. Thankfully, Peter was never taken there. The only way to get there is by a Potter." James said.
"I meant here, but terrific. Where?" Harry said.
"The Potter Estate. Passed down from generation to generation. The way to get there is by being a Potter of course and you whisper the secret words. "Bond of blood, bond of family take me home. Once were our ancestors romed, where we wish to be. Take me home." Those are the err...magic words." James said. Harry lit up.
"We'll try that later. But for now...I'm ready for a nap." Harry said, laughing.
"Sounds good." Hermione said.
"Same here." Ron said, yawning. The trio trudged upstairs and into their own rooms and took a nice long nap. James smiled at them and walked down the hall and into the library to catch up on some reading.
Thus ends this chapter YAY! Ten days it took me. Anywho, I would like to inform you all about something. I may not post for a while, because I would like to finish another short story I've been working on. JUST A FOREWARN! So yeah...Hope you enjoyed it. In the next chapter will have right before school starts then the chapter after that will have the first day...so I hope you hit the little button on the left and write a nice long message. It would lighten my day!
Can we post pics on here? If so I found this...