A/N: Next chapter…finally!

Disclaimer: I do not own harry potter or any of its characters.

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Previously on BBB:

While they were waiting, a tall, thin man with silver hair and beard so long that they could be tucked into his belt, entered Gringotts. He had a very long and crooked nose that looked as if it had been broken before. Harry knew who this man was. He had seen him in his history textbooks and chocolate frog cards. He also knew that Uncle Moony did not trust him.

Dumbledore walked up to the main desk and said, "I would like to visit vault 713 please."

"Someone will be right with you sir," replied the goblin.

Just when Harry was about to whisper to Ethan, suggesting that they go and wait outside, Dumbledore turned around and his gaze fell directly upon Harry.

The brilliant blue eyes twinkled with recognition and Harry knew he was in deep trouble.

CONFRONTATIONS:

Harry was not used to being around anyone other than werewolves. Other than the occasional outings with his Uncle, he had never been in the company of other witches or wizards. Even then, he had not spoken to any of them. He was perfectly fine with letting his Uncle deal with others and preferred staying behind in shadows.

It's not like he was sacred. No, he just wasn't interested enough. But seeing the spark of recognition in Dumbledore's eyes, he knew he would have to deal with the situation himself.

"Isn't that Dumbledore?" Ethen whispered in Harry's ears but he did not have time to reply as Dumbledore had started walking towards them. Harry squared his shoulders and silently waited for the older man to speak first.

"Good Morning boys. What are you two kids doing here all alone?" Dumbledore asked as he approached them.

Tilting his head slightly and schooling his face into false innocence, Harry replied "I wasn't aware we weren't allowed in here without being questioned by strangers, sir." Harry did not want to give up the game if Dumbledore wanted to play.

"My apologies, child. Of course you are. Sometimes I forget my manners. Must be getting old. I am Professor Albus Dumbledore. I am the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," he said, offering his hand forward.

Harry looked at the hand critically for a few seconds vying his chances. But since one couldn't disapparate from Gringotts directly, he thought it might be safe and shook his hand. Ethan followed suit.

Once the handshakes were done, Harry said, "Its been nice to meet you Professor but its time we leave."

"Oh yes, you would want to do your Hogwarts shopping, wouldn't you? You seem to be about the right age."

"No sir. I am not 11 yet." And that was technically correct. His birthday was tomorrow. Of course he knew that the old man would have known that.

"And what about you young man?" Dumbledore turned towards Ethan.

"We really must get going Professor" Harry interjected before Ethan could answer. He knew if Ethan lied, Dumbledore would be able to catch his lies.

"Ah! Yes. Of course my dear child."

Harry did not like the twinkling blue eyes. He turned towards the exit door and was about to take a step forward when he heard Dumbledore speak again. "You know, you look just like your father but have your mother's eyes."

Harry turned back around. So the game had come to an end it seems. Dumbledore wanted to play all in.

"So I have been told. Its nice to know you still remember the details of how my parents looked even after all these years."

Ethan moved closer to Harry now. They were almost touching. Harry knew Ethan would be there if he needed help. But he had to go through this alone. The meeting was overdue anyway. He always knew he would have to face the headmaster someday. He just wished it wasn't the day before his eleventh birthday. He did not want to spoil his mood for any reason. He just wanted to buy his wand, go home, and celebrate with his family. He wondered what was taking his Uncle and Gina so long. But he also wished that this conversation would get over before they come and Dumbledore would go about doing his business that he came here for. He did not want to expose his Uncle to the man. Dumbledore still thought that he was on his side and that he did not know the whereabouts of Harry.

"I might be old but I am a brilliant memory, if I might say so." Amusement was clear in Dumbledore's voice.

"Oh yes! Some wonder if you and Nicolas Flamel share the elixir of life." Harry noticed the shock in Dumbledore's eyes but it disappeared as quickly as it came. He wondered what all that was about. Anyway, at least now he knew that the other man's eyes could do something other than just shine like ruddy star.

Dumbledore however smiled again and said, "And you are bright like your mother as well."

"Now that we have established I am like my parents, what do you want Dumbledore?" Harry was getting impatient now.

"We have been looking for you for 7 years now my child,"

"Yes. I know" Harry barely stopped himself from snapping at him.

"I see. Why did you leave your safe house? Where have you been since then?" Dumbledore asked kindly.

"Safe house you say? Did you honestly not realize what kind of people they were Dumbledore?"

"I agree there were some bad pasts between the sisters, but I was sure they would have taken care of you. You were safe there my child. You were safe in the house. It has your mother's blood protection you see. I do not know how much you know about your past -"

Before Dumbledore could finish whatever he was saying, Harry interrupted, "I know all about it. You need not hesitate Dumbledore. I agree that by mother's blood protection was protecting me from the death eaters, but who was there to protect me from those inside the house Dumbledore?"

"I am sure it wasn't that bad Harry," This was the first time Dumbledore spoke his name and Harry noticed it. Dumbledore however continued, "You were just a child then. You couldn't have known what mere discipline versus actual harm was. It wasn't right of you to leave the house. You could have been captured by the death eaters. You could have died."

"Is that what you think? Then tell me Dumbledore, why was it that I came within an inch of dying on my fourth birthday when my so called Uncle beat me up with belt and left me tied to a post in the backyard saying they would return home the next day morning? Why was it that even without the blood protection, I was safe where ever I was and neither the death eaters nor you could find me? Tell me Dumbledore, is it still a figment of my imagination when my rescuer had to untie my from that post that night only to notice that I was bleeding and barely breathing?"

This time, the shock from Dumbledore's face did not dissipate quickly. When he found his composure again, he asked "Who was your rescuer?"

As is on cue, Harry heard his Uncle's voice from behind Dumbledore saying, "Sorry kids, we had a bit of a -" He however stopped when he saw who was in front of him. "Dumbledore!"

Dumbledore turned around. "Remus!"

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A/N: Dun! Dun! Dun! The cats out of the bag! What do you think will happen? Do you think that Dumbledore was just pretending or was he truly innocent?