QL - Prophet #3 - Book Club
Caerphilly Catapults - Beater 2
[emotion] Anger
580 words (wordcounter .net)
Betas: S L Blake, Bea Writes, CupCakeyyy
The rage swelled and churned within him. Months upon months the anger and ire he had been feeling towards Dumbledore had been growing.
He sure had won the war but he hadn't yet won the battle. For after all, Dumbledore was still alive.
The night of the battle, the sordid truth had been revealed; he had been brought up, groomed, to be the perfect poster boy for the light. To always be the hero, the champion, the victor. All a manner of different names, all meant the same thing in the end; a sacrificial lamb.
Snape had revealed the truth in his death. His memories through his tears were able to give him the clarification he had sorely needed to see what his life actually meant.
But then, it all had to change. Dumbledore had miraculously survived, hidden away for months as the war tore apart a country and destroyed hundreds of lives. It was perfectly acceptable for Dumbledore to run away and hide. But Merlin-forbid if the Great Harry Potter were to take just a few days off to rest and recover.
But now the great Albus Dumbledore was back and wanting his position as the illustrious leader once more.
He wasn't going to get it back.
Harry had run, fought and liberated an entire country without any help from Dumbledore — who was much too busy hiding away in a lovely cottage in the South Downs to be concerned with the affairs of the country.
So excuse him if he was just a little bit angry with how Dumbledore was now parading about the Ministry as if he owned the place.
But this time, Dumbledore wouldn't be getting away with doing nothing scot free. Because Dumbledore had made him angry.
Last time, he had been properly angry, he had blown up his aunt. She hadn't meant to survive it, that had just been plain luck.
This time he knew what he was doing.
But he had grown up since then, he had a lot more finesse.
No, he wasn't going to do something so uncouth as to blow the old man up. He was going to destroy Dumbledore politically. He was going to take away every single bit of power he had, until he was no more important than the flobberworms that were used in Potions class.
And it was going to start today. Because today, Dumbledore had not only regained his seat at the Wizengamot but also his Headmaster position at Hogwarts.
McGonagall had been pushed aside once more to linger in the shadows and total power had returned to him.
No longer would this remain acceptable, for his blood ran red and his heart pumped loudly against his ribcage. Today, today would be his fall from grace, his head-first plummet into the depth of hell where he belonged.
Because today was Harry's birthday. It would be his first birthday in a country at relative peace and what better way to celebrate than to destroy a false idol.
He had a front page exclusive with Skeeter that was being released today, his hidden story from childhood to now. All the juicy details; just so happening to include all of Dumbledore's lies. From how he nearly killed his sister, right up to how he was the true creator of Voldemort.
Dumbledore wanted fame and he would get it.
Harry smiled, his grin wide with just a little bit too much teeth showing.
Today would be a good day.
