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Harrison stood in front of the Gargoyle annoyance filling him. If the old man wanted him to come so badly why didn't he tell him the password? The fifth-year felt like an idiot standing there threatening the damn thing. To make matters worse he was sure it was laughing at him.

Harrison growled, "Let me in you damn piece of stone. If you don't I'm going to start firing spells until you do."

"There's no need for that Harry," came the unwelcome voice of the Headmaster from behind him.

How had Harrison beaten the man here? He should have reached the Gargoyle long before Harrison. Then suspicion ate at him. Dumbledore must have planned this so that he could catch Harrison off guard.

Turning to the Headmaster he hid a grimace as he said, "I was told, Professor to meet you here after breakfast. Yet I wasn't given a password. Maybe that should be given next time."

Or you will be looking for a new guardian was left unsaid. Dumbledore's face pinched slightly but that was the only sign of his annoyance.

He instead walked up to his guardian and gave the password, "Cockroach clusters."

Internally Harrison shuddered. Whoever wanted to try those had to be mad. There was no way they tasted good. The Gargoyle immediately turned so that it allowed passage into the old man's office. Both Harrison and Dumbledore went up the steps.

They soon arrived in the man's office and he indicated for Harrison to sit before sitting at his desk. Harrison did take a seat if reluctantly. He couldn't see the man's phoenix which was a shame as he liked Fawkes. Fawkes had saved his life back at the end of his second year after all.

For a moment the two wizards stared at each other. Neither said a word but Harrison could feel the mental pressure of Dumbledore trying at his shields. Silently Harrison thanked Sherman for his tutoring over the summer. Without it, he had little doubt his mind would be an open book.

Then Dumbledore asked, "Harry my boy. You worried us when you left your aunt and uncle's house. Why did you leave? I have told you that the blood wards keep you safe and require you to spend several weeks there."

Harrison rolled his eyes as he said, "The blood wards were nonexistent Professor. Even if they were strong they would have easily switched to my Great Uncle's house as he is also of my blood. Not that blood wards would protect me. After all, Voldemort took my blood for the ritual last year."

There was an annoyed twitch from Dumbledore. Internally he smiled knowing that he got to the man.

Dumbledore said giving him a disappointed look, "You should have consulted me first Harry."

Harrison folded his arms across his chest as he said, "Professor you are my Headmaster. Nothing more. Nothing less. You have no rights over my life."

A storm seemed to cross the man's face but as soon as it appeared it was gone. For a few minutes, uncomfortable silence fell over them. Harrison could feel the itching in the back of his mind that was the wolf. It wanted to rip the old man's throat out.

Without warning, static began to fill his vision. His senses heightened so that he could smell the scent of ash leftover from Fawkes burning day. Harrison's skin crawled with the feeling of magic over the room. He could practically taste compulsions being woven silently from the man.

If he was a wolf his hackles would have raised. To think the old man would use compulsions on his students. What would this man not do to get his way?

Behind Dumbledore, the floo flared green and a familiar rugged man entered. Sirius! A bright smile immediately came up and he was on his feet. Sirius rushed to his side upon seeing him.

Harrison greeted as Remus Lupin came through the floo next, "Sirius! How are you?"

His nose twitched in distaste at the werewolf's scent. With his first shift so close he knew could feel his own wolf's distaste. Werewolves and skinwalkers did not get along.

Lupin for his part stared at Harrison with a similar look. His own hackles were rising to as he sensed Harrison's own wolf. Green with flecks of gold met amber.

Sirius noticed the tension between the two, "Harry are you okay? Why didn't you come back with us? Or at least have written us over the summer? Why are you glaring at Remus?"

Harrison felt the anger he had kept buried after he left his aunt's house return. Why didn't he write? What about them? Why did they abandon him?!

Turning his glare to his godfather Harrison asked with a cold bite, "Like you wrote to me before I left? How long did it take you to go searching for me, Sirius? I thought you cared about me."

"Of course I do!"

He continued his voice like the ice of a winter storm, "Then why didn't you write to me? I had just seen a friend die right in front of me. I was just tortured because of a psychotic murderer. And you left me with my mom's sister with no need for letters. Do you know Petunia Dursley or of her? At least with Uncle Matt I was fed and given lessons. Matt treated me with kindness and love."

Sirius's jaw dropped and he gaped at Harrison like a fish out of water. Having enough of being blindsided by the old fool Harrison turned away from them. A look that could not be mistaken was sent to Remus.

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Albus wanted to let loose the tight hold over his magic. How dare that brat talk to him like that?! Why hadn't the compulsions worked? They should have made him complaint. Then the way he talked to Black and Lupin. That should not have happened ever.

Lupin was staring at where the brat had been. Amber showed the wolf had come forward. What was wrong with the werewolf?

Albus asked, "What is it, Remus? Was there something wrong?"

Lupin hesitated like he was going to lie and Albus's eyes narrowed. He had better not try to lie to him. Lupin owed him everything.

Then Lupin said, "It's nothing, Albus. Just a trick of the light."

Reluctantly Albus accepted that. He had seen a trick of the light after all. There was no way the brat had a hint of gold in his eyes. That was impossible.