"Don't talk if you aren't going to tell me the truth"
-TFK - Absolute
"Miss Darcy," An old man with a white beard said looking at the name plate on her table, "I am here to see Mr. Potter."
"Sir, no one gets to see Mr. Potter except me, Mr. Fairfax, and the senior partners unless Mr. Potter or the Partners deem it necessary." Sarah eyed the man and then shot him a glare, "If you want to see Mr. Potter take a ticket for Mr. Fairfax's office. You should get a meeting with Mr. Fairfax in a week or two and then we can see what he says."
"I don't think you understand who I am Miss," The old bearded man in mismatching muggle clothes said.
"And quite frankly sir, I don't think I care," Sarah responded, "Now don't make me call security on you."
"Sarah!" A voice hollered from the office behind her.
"Coming boss!" She shouted back and the glanced at the old man, "Now if you'll excuse me, I have an actually important person to converse with," Sarah then walked off into Mr. Potter's office heels clacking.
The old man however was not easily swayed and proceeded to follow her only to be thrown back by a pale faced guard, "Back off the bosses office," He stated.
"I believe there is a misunderstanding young man, I am here to see Mr. Potter not Mr. Fairfax,"
The pale man smiled and fangs began to grow while his eyebrows became disfigured, "I am one of Mr. Potter's personal guards. He is one of the most important members of this business so do me a favor and step back 10 feet from his door or I will fuck you up!" The vampire growled at the man.
"How dare you talk to Albus Dumbledore that way!" The man now identified as Albus shouted.
The vampire had clearly had it and grabbed the man and shoved him against the wall, "Let's take a walk," He said and dragged Albus to Mr. Fairfax's office.
"I am sorry to interrupt you Mr. Fairfax but this imbecile has been causing a scene for the last five minutes. He demands to see Mr. Potter. First Sarah told him no and then I did and he is still insisting upon it." The vampire stated informatively.
"Very well, thank you Darien." And with that he waved a dismissive hand at him, "Please go relieve Julian from his temporary post, we both know he isn't made to guard."
"Now listen here, I won't stand for being treated like common rabble," Albus shouted.
"Sir, if you continue to act this way then you are common rabble. You barge into my law firm and demand to see an esteemed employee with no right or reason beyond your name which rings very few bells. Mr. Dumbledore here you are not headmaster, you aren't even a professor. All you are is a trespasser right now and you need to give me a reason as to why you shouldn't be escorted off the property and into the hands of Scotland Yard's finest."
"I am here to check on Harry since the blood wards fell and he wasn't there. I also want to make sure he's going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Dumbledore stated.
"Harry is fine; he wasn't there because he works here. Harry will be attending a school for his powers but which one is entirely up to him.
"I must insist he attend my school, after all it is his parents alma mater. I'm sure he doesn't know that though so I'd like to make sure he understands it."
And that was when Mr. Fairfax proceeded to laugh full heartedly, "You know what, I officially grant you permission to speak with Mr. Potter." After he stopped laughing a smirk was all that betrayed his emotions, a smirk that Dumbledore failed to notice.
"Oh that's great," Dumbledore said smiling to himself.
Mr. Fairfax picked up the phone and dialed department #9, "Hello Miss Darcy, Mr. Dumbledore will be there soon, allow him to converse with Mr. Potter but make sure Darien and you are both present. However, you may not voice your opinion unless asked for, understood? Good. He shall be over soon."
"I'll be on my way then," Dumbledore said and then hurried out of the room and over to Mr. Potter's office. Inside Mr. Potter was waiting; all he was told was that a Wizard was here.
"Hello Mr. Dumbledore, what can I do for you?" Asked the 10 year old.
"Well hello Harry." Dumbledore said very impolitely.
"Mr. Potter."
"I know who you are Harry." Dumbledore responded.
"You shall address me as Mr. Potter. Show me respect as I do you. We are not on a first name basis here, Mr. Dumbledore."
Dumbledore was shocked and shaken a little by the forcefulness in the words but shook it off anyways, "I was there when you were born and I watched you grow until you were one year old."
"That's a lovely story Mr. Dumbledore; however can we cut to the chase." Harry stated coldly.
"I wished to see you were alive and well. I also want to confirm you are going to Hogwarts." Dumbledore said cheerfully.
"Hogwarts?"
"Yes, your parent's alma mater,"
"Well sir, are they the top school, can they provide me when everything I wish to learn?" Harry asked curiously.
"Of course, everything a wizard needs to know."
"What about what I want to know? Harry reiterated.
"What's the difference?" Dumbledore stupidly asked.
"One is mediocre the other is extraordinary. Anyways, how many students do you have?" Harry said tiredly.
"40 students per year, 7 years so around 210."
"A good size school. How many pass with A's?"
"The majority pass with acceptable."
"Acceptable?" Harry asked curiously.
"Oh, pardon me Mr. Potter you mean the muggle equivalent of A which is an O, 2% pass with straight O's."
"Sounds like a pitiful school then," Harry scoffed.
"Pitiful? It was good enough for your parents!"
"Sir, I am considered by most a genius. I graduated high school 7 years early. My point being I like a challenge and from your description I would be better off at a different school." Stated in a final tone.
"Harry I must disagree,"
"Before you leave I must ask, what happened that Halloween night?"
"Your parents love saved your life, afterwards I decided it was safest for you to live with your Aunt and Uncle. You know the two who sadly have died."
"So you are the one who left me with those gold digging abusers? Well then I certainly will not be attending your school sir. And now I must ask you to leave, you have my answer. I will not attend your school, good bye." Harry stated angrily, "Darien, please escort this old man out of the building and make sure is never allowed back in."
Harry then picked up his cell phone and called Fairfax, "Hello sir, I wish to talk to you about my education. No of course I'm not going there. I'd like to know actually what you would recommend. Of course I do suppose research would be the most useful avenue. Yes of course sir I'll have Sarah get right on it. Good evening Mr. Fairfax." And with that Harry hung up.
"Get right on what sir?"
"Find out which school is the best of the best here in England. Conventional, unconventional, I don't care just find the top three schools and have them on my desk by tomorrow morning. Now I'll be on my way home, it's been a long day. Good night."
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