Dumbledore walked in. finally.
"Harry- you've got a visitor- '' Ms. Anley looked at Harry pointedly, "Mr. Dumberlydore- sorry- Dumbledore- He's come to tell you- well I'll let him do it.
Harry grinned at the woman, a cute angelic expression upon his face.
Then Dumbledore walked in, and the sweetness was washed off like the goopy oatmeal the matrons sometimes served.
"How do you do Harry, I am professor, Dumbledore," he said, holding out his hand.
Harry looked at it in pure disgust, something that didn't even need acting.
"'Professor'" repeated Harry, throwing disdain into the word. "She wants me looked at doesn't she-" Harry glared at Dumbledore who simply smiled, though Harry detected worry in his blue eyes.
"No, no," Dumbledore assured.
"Tell the truth."
Dumbledore was shaken, Harry could sense it, he could smell the fear dominating the old man.
" .YOU" Harry asked, tilting his head slightly.
"I have told you," the old man responded, "I am Professor Dumbledore and I am headmaster at a school called Hogwarts."
Harry lept aside, the memory in the pensive clear in his mind.
"You can't kid me!" he said, as the objects in the room began to shake, "The asylum, that's where you're from!"
"I am not from the asylum-" he said frantically.
As he scrambled around, he caught dumbledore's eye. The man began to force his way into his mind, but Harry wouldn't have that. Instead of occluding, harry pushed into dumbledores mind instead, scavenging for every bit of information, every secret-
Boom!
Dumbledore pushed him out of his mind. That was fine, in harry's opinion, as he knew it was best to hide the full extent of his power. But soon-
"Hogwarts is a school for people with special abilities," said dumbledore a second later. "A school for Magic."
Harry sat up immediately, his manner changing along with his position. The boy full of hate was gone, replaced with someone more open, yet suspicious.
"Magic, that's what I can do?" he asked.
"What can you do?"
Harry grinned internally, this was his favorite part.
"I can make things move without touching them, I can make animals do what I want without training them. I can make bad things happen to people who are mean to me. I can make them hurt if I want to…"
Now, dumbledore paled, his skin turning white as the snow that dominated the backyard of wools during the winter months. The headmaster turned to leave, clearly having had enough.
"Hagrid will come here later and give an introduction on magic, goodbye!" he opened the door and left.
The door slammed shut, and Harry felt a pang of regret that he'd left out the fact that he possessed parseltongue.
'Oh well,' he thought to himself, 'il save it for next time.'