(A/N: Sorry for the lack of updates, but I've been busy. Wish I could go to a magic school.)

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Chapter 6: Facing Your Fears

"Dragon Skull." said Harry, giving the password to the stone gargoyle.

The gargoyle leapt aside giving Harry access to the headmistress's office. He knocked on the door and a voice said "Enter."

Harry went inside the office that was once Dumbledore's.

"Good evening, Harry." said McGonagall. "How may I help you?"

Harry took a seat. "I was hoping to have a talk with you and Professor Dumbledore."

The two of them looked at Dumbledore's portrait. Dumbledore smiled at them. "Very well. And you may call me Albus. You are a teacher here now."

"True, but you'll always be my teacher." said Harry, smiling back.

Dumbledore chuckled. "As you wish. So, how have you been? It's been awhile since we've last spoken."

"Yes, it has." said Harry. "There's a lot of catching up we have to do. But for today, I want to talk to you about a certain student of mine."

"Oh?"

"Yes. A new first year named Drake Dursley. The name ring any bells?"

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows. "Yes, it does."

"Well then, you seem to know what I'm thinking."

Dumbledore seemed to be thinking. "You're curious if there is any relation between the two of you?"

"Yes sir. It seems unlikely though." said Harry. He turned to McGonagall. "Do you know anything?"

"I'll have to search his file." McGonagall replied. "But I can see why you doubt it. Your relatives were the most anti-magic folk I've ever seen."

Harry nodded. "There is something else though. Today in class, I noticed Drake was far more advanced than any other first year I have ever seen. He had an incredible knowledge of spells and an ability to use them. In fact he seemed more advanced than Hermione did in her first year."

Dumbledore gave Harry a curious look. "Really? That's really saying something."

"I know." said Harry. "But it's not just that. He also was capable of performing the spells nonverbally, and he was the only one who didn't have a moment saying Voldemort's name."

Dumbledore seemed to be thinking about this. "Well Harry, that is very impressive. Performing nonverbal spells at such a young age. He must have practiced before he arrived. Although it is almost unusual for him to be that advanced, it is not impossible to be able to perform a variety of spells nonverbally."

Harry knew this and nodded. "I know that. But there is something that concerns me. I had the students perform any spell they knew on a practice dummy, and Drake surprised me by successfully performing the Killing Curse."

Dumbledore's mouth dropped open in shock. Harry looked at McGonagall and saw that she had the same look as Dumbledore.

"You're quite sure?" she asked.

"Positive." said Harry. "I didn't think it would be possible to be able to perform such a spell at a young age."

Dumbledore didn't seem to know what to say. In fact he didn't seem capable of speaking. When he finally found his voice he said "Very interesting. Yes I see why you're curious. Having access to that power seems impossible. I suppose that if he practiced constantly for long periods of time he could master such advanced spells."

"But the Killing Curse?" asked Harry.

"Yes, even the Killing Curse." said Dumbledore. "You perhaps would have been capable of it at his age."

"Me, sir?" exclaimed Harry.

"Yes. You are extremely powerful, Harry. If you had learned the truth about yourself before you came to Hogwarts, and practiced enough, then yes, you could be capable of performing the Killing Curse. What interests me most is that even though one is powerful enough to perform the Killing Curse, it requires the greatest amount of hatred to give it power in order to make it work correctly."

"That is what I was thinking." said Harry. "What could cause a hate in him so great that he can use the Killing Curse?"

"My thoughts precisely." said Dumbledore. "I suggest you investigate in this further."

"I was planning to." said Harry. "I asked him to meet me before lunch today."

Dumbledore nodded. "A wise decision. I shall ponder on this further."

"As shall I." said McGonagall.

Harry got up to leave, but stopped. He looked at the Sorting Hat.

"Do you know why he's capable of such power?" he asked.

"No." replied the Sorting Hat. "It appears that young Dursley is rather good at Occulumency."

Harry raised his eyebrows. "I thought there was nothing the Sorting Hat couldn't see?"

If the Sorting Hat was capable of blushing it would have. "Well not when it's blocked magically. However, I did see that someone had hurt him in the past. Perhaps this hatred he felt is directed to that person."

Harry thought about that. If someone had hurt Drake, like Voldemort had hurt Harry, then it didn't seem all that impossible that he was capable of feeling that much hatred.

"I'll try to find out what I can." said Harry. "I better go before I'm late for my own class."

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"I can't wait to see what Uncle Harry teaches us this year." said Jamie excitedly. "Jack was right, this class is the best."

"It would be if we didn't have such a terrible teacher." said Cheryl.

Danny, Jamie, and Josh all turned around and said "Shut up!"

"Alright now, settle down. Settle down." said Harry, entering the room. "I have a real treat for you today."

"Maybe he's leaving." whispered Cheryl to another Slytherin. "He should be sacked he's so bad."

Unfortunately for her, Harry heard.

"Five points from Slytherin." said Harry, not even looking at her. "And I would appreciate it if you did not insult my teaching methods again, Miss Malfoy."

Cheryl glared at him, but didn't dare say anything else.

Harry lifted a large trunk onto the desk. He turned and smiled to the class.

"Now, consider yourselves very luck." he said. "What you're about to learn, I didn't get to until my third year. But I decided, with your grades as good as they were last year, that we would try something a little more advanced. And if you all do well, I'll show you something special before you leave."

The class began whispering excitedly. They were going to be learning more advanced magic. Even Cheryl seemed interested.

"Now, what I have in this case is a boggart." said Harry, patting the trunk. "For those of you that don't know, a boggart is a shape shifter. They like to be left alone, so they scare away anything that crosses their paths by reading their minds and turning into whatever frightens the unwanted guest. In this case, it will be us."

Now the class seemed a bit uneasy. Harry smiled at them again.

"But don't worry, for there is a way to get around this." he said. "It's simple enough. All you have to do is turn what you're afraid of into something funny. Once you do that, simply say Riddikulus. Understand?"

The class nodded.

"Good then for a line. And we'll begin."

The class formed a line. Cheryl pushed her way to the front.

"Alright then, Miss Malfoy. Are you ready?" Harry asked.

"Just get on with it!" said Cheryl rudely.

Harry gave her a disapproving look and opened the trunk. A werewolf came out, growling and drooling everywhere. Cheryl's eyes widen with fear, but she raised her wand and cried "Riddikulus!"

The werewolf's mouth seemed to deflate as it's jaws vanished, leaving it with a floppy trunk almost like an elephant.

The class laughed at the jawless werewolf.

"Very good." said Harry. "Who's next?"

Jamie stepped forward. Harry knew what she was scared of. The jawless werewolf turned into a snake. Jamie made a small noise, but still cried out "Riddikulus!" The snake was suddenly all tide up in a ball.

Josh stepped forward. The snake turned into a vampire. "Riddikulus!" A large rubber ball appeared in the vampire's mouth. It was now unable to close its mouth and its teeth were stuck in the rubber.

Next up was Danny. The vampire turned into a dragon. Harry wasn't sure what Danny was going to do to make a dragon less scary. He remembered his last encounter with a dragon. But Danny looked determine. He raised his wand and cried "Riddikulus!" Nothing seemed to happen. The dragon opened its mouth to breath fire. Harry was starting to get worried. He was ready in case anything happened. The dragon unleashed its fire breath. Only it wasn't fire that came out, but bubbles. Harry laughed with the rest of the class.

When the final student came forward the boggart turned into an Inferi. "Riddikulus!" The Inferi's head, arms, and legs fell off.

"Wonderful! Wonderful!" cried Harry. "Five points to everyone. And that about wraps it up for the day."

"Sir." cried a student. "You said you would show us something special."

Harry smiled at him. "Ah yes, I almost forgot."

He approached the dismembered Inferi. It became a dementor.

"Expecto Patronum!" Harry cried.

Prongs erupted from the end of his wand. Several students gasped. The light from Prongs intensified. The dementor backed off.

"Riddikulus!" cried Harry.

The dementor's robes vanished and were replaced by a ballerina outfit. The class roared with laughter. Harry waved his wand again and the dementor was sucked back inside the case.

Harry turned back to the class. "Can anyone tell me what happened?"

Jamie raised her hand.

"Yes, Miss Weasley."

"The boggart turned into a dementor." answered Jamie. "And you used the Patronus Charm to make it back off."

"Excellent!" said Harry. "Well take five more points for Gryffindor, and have a good day."

The class left talking excitedly. When they were all gone, someone else came in.

"You wanted to see me, sir?" they said.

Harry looked up. "Yes, Mister Dursley. Come in, come in. Take a seat I'll be with you in one moment. There's something I have to do real fast."

Harry left the room, leaving Drake alone. Drake looked around the room and his eyes settled on the trunk containing the boggart. Curious, Drake went over to the shaking trunk and opened it.

(A/N: Ha, ha, cliffhanger. Sorry to keep you in suspense, oh wait, no I'm not. I'll take pity on you though and update quickly.)