" That confirms it." Harry thought to himself. He knew it. He suspected it since his sixth year when Dumbledore had found Rowena Ravenclaw's heirloom without making any effort.
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Sapphires of time: chapter 4
The gargoyle leapt aside to reveal a moving spiral stone staircase, on to which Harry and Professor McGonagall stepped, so that they were carried in smooth circles up to the door with the brass knocker that led to Dumbledore's office.
Professor McGonagall knocked.
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It was in the late afternoon when Dumbledore detected a subtle change in the wards of Hogwarts. He has always been able to detect changes in the wards- no matter how small they are. This is an ability that comes from being a direct descendent of Rowena Ravenclaw.
With Voldemort at the height of his power, Dumbledore made the wards such that they only admit people with his consent.
"So why did the wards admit someone without his consent?" he mused.
Unless….
" Yes, that must be it!" thought Dumbledore
The person who just went through the wards must be a direct descendent of the four founders. But… he was certain the heir of Hufflepuff was dead, and the heir of Slytherin is in hiding from Voldemort. Yes, even though Voldemort claims to be the heir of Slytherin, he is not. He is merely a descendent. A descendent who will be heir only when the present one dies under his hands. The direct descendent of Godric Gryffindor still hasn't come of age yet. And he is the heir of Ravenclaw. So who was the person that just entered Hogwarts? Whose heir is he?
Deep in his thoughts, Dumbledore never heard the knock the first time round. He heard the second knock though. Startled out of his reverie, Dumbledore proceeded to open the door to his office, but before he could reach the door, a whirling sound caught his attention. Glancing around his office, he caught sight of a delicate silver instrument sitting on a spindle-legged table beside him. Oh yes, his potere-o-meter. ( cheesy and dumb name I know. but my creative juices seriously ran out X) The instrument that measures the nature of a wizard's magical core. Black stands for dark magic whereas white represents light magic. At present, the potere-o-meter turned silver, with a tinge of blood red and a smidgen of brown. In fact, if one looked closely, you could detect two different hues of brown.
Dumbledore frowned. In all his life, he has only seen one uniform colour present in the potere-o-meter. What is more curious is that the potere-o-meter had turned silver. A neutral colour. Neither dark nor light. In times like this, few wizards are able to remain neutral in the war. More often than not, the death of a family member drives a wizard to revenge and be involved in the war. The thirst for revenge causes a person's soul to be tinted. How did this wizard manage to remain neutral?
" This wizard sure gets more interesting by the second," Dumbledore thought to himself, chuckling, as he proceeded to open the door.
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Dumbledore was greeted by an impatient Professor McGonagall and a young man who looked no older than 19.
" Albus, this is Harry James Potter, here to apply for the Defence post," Professor McGonagall announced and left his office.
Dumbledore studied the young man closely.
Harry squirmed under Dumbledore's scrutiny. He felt like a guinea pig in a science laboratory being close examined under radar-like eyes.
" Merlin, Dumbledore has already perfected his X-ray eyes. God save me from the dangerous rays!" Harry exclaimed inwardly.
He had raven black hair that was long and wore open. He had a lean built and had a tan. Wire-rimmed glasses showed off his emerald green eyes. Oh Merlin, what eyes. They had already lost their sparkle that can normally be detected on people his age. At first glance, his eyes seemed devoid of any emotion. But if one looked closely, one could see that the sparkle was replaced by a guarded look that told of pain and suffering. Eyes that seemed so weary. So weary of seeing too much distasteful things in this cruel cruel world.
" Such eyes should not be found on someone who had just attained manhood" the old headmaster told himself.
Though young, it was clear that he exuded power, oh yes, and confidence. Confidence emanated from him. It was clear that he commanded respect, someone who was used to being heard and obeyed.
Harry, feeling increasingly uncomfortable under his gaze, cleared his throat.
" Oh, I'm sorry, where are my manners. Please take a seat, Mr Potter." Dumbledore gestured to the chair in front of him.
" Thank you Headmaster. I was wondering when I will finally be allowed to sit," Harry replied as he walked towards the abovementioned chair in a few long strides, sarcasm evident in his voice.
Dumbledore noted the way Harry Potter moved and wondered if he was aware of how much he resembled a predator that has just found his prey.
" Oh yes, I had received your application for the Defence's post and some of your.. achievements had caught my attention," Dumbledore said, ignoring the sarcasm. He had not expected an heir of one of the four founders and the man who had turned his potere-o-meter silver to be an candidate for the Defence post. He didn't thought that anyone so powerful would apply for the Defence post. But just as well, he thought to himself, the students would be more prepared for the dark times ahead if taught by such a competent wizard.
" Outstandings in all your subjects in the NEWTS. Highest score for Defence Against The Dark Arts in a century. Why would a person like yourself want to teach, instead of fighting in the front lines as an Auror?" Dumbledore continued.
" Education of the younger generation is of utmost importance in this war. Both the dark side and the light side would need new recruits to continue the war. And these new recruits would, without doubt, come from students from Hogwarts. An authority figure is required to lead these students and steer them in the right direction. Less students would be converted to the dark side in this way and the light side will gain more skilled fighters. Also, I am not going to pledge my allegiance for any side in this war. I am a neutral party and will not fight for either side unless provoked. This is why I will not be an Auror." Harry replied solemnly.
He wanted and needed Dumbledore to know that he will not fight for the light side. He refuse to be involved this war that is not his. And he could not meddle with the past.
Dumbledore eyed the man before him carefully. He had made his decision clear. As much as Dumbledore would like a powerful ally such as him on the light side, he will have to be satisfied with the fact that Harry Potter would not help the dark side. It would do that Harry Potter is educating his pupils.
" I guess I have to accept that then." Dumbledore replied defeated. " However, as powerful as you are, I'm afraid you will still have to go through the Entrance Test. It will be in the form of a duel with our History of Magic Professor tomorrow at six pm sharp. You are welcomed to stay at Hogwarts for the night to prepare for the duel tomorrow. Laddy will bring you to one of the guest rooms. I assume that no password is required since any room in Hogwarts would grant you entry."
Harry almost missed that last sentence. He was impressed. The headmaster had figured out that he was an heir of the four founders in the short while they had interacted.
" Neither do you headmaster. Neither do you. Would have to thank Lady Ravenclaw for that." Harry replied with a smirk.
The look of utter shock was foreign to Albus Dumbledore's face. He usually knew everything that was going on around him. Seldom do anything escape him and he prided himself on that. But alas, the keyword is usually. Which means that there are indeed times when even Albus Dumbledore don't know something.
Harry's smirk just grew wider when Dumbledore stared at him with shock evident on his face. The look that was oh-so-foreign to him.
" Looks like the great Dumbledore had just fallen," Harry thought to himself, the smirk on his face growing impossibly bigger.
Before Dumbledore could overcome his shock, Harry had disapparated, leaving behind Laddy who had just arrived in the Headmaster's office.
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YAYS!! After dunno how long I finally updated! I'm seriously sorry. I know that I had promised that I would update soon four months ago. But oops.. the soon turned out to be four months X The only thing I could say for myself is that I had been busy adjusting to college life. And you would be appeased ( I hope) when I tell you that it is currently 4 days away from my mid- year exams and I'm risking my studies to come to and type out this story! Aren't you all just so touched!
So, for my big sacrifice, every single one of you must review k!!! thx! Oh! And I have made the story longer, iz it long enough?
All the best
Belle granger