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The next morning Harry was woken by small hands shaking him, " Mr. Potter must get up. Dobby has a message from the Headmaster. Oh please get up Mr. Harry Potter sir." After another round of shaking, the boy wonder opened his eyes.

"What's wrong Dobby?" Harry asked. The house elf handed him a rolled up piece of parchment.

"It is from the Headmaster, Harry Potter sir. Dobby was asked to deliver it this morning." The house elf said wringing his hands with anxiousness.

"Thank you Dobby." The green eyed boy said. The house elf bowed and was gone with a loud crack. Harry frowned as he opened the letter.

Harry,

I have thought a lot about what was said in our last meeting. I would like to meet with you again, if that is agreeable with you of course. I wish to discuss your place in this war and where you stand. Please come to my office when you are available.

Dumbledore

My favorite jam is raspberry.

Harry groaned, this was going to change everything. He would be giving away his position in the war, though he had already done so publicly. Dumbledore was going to really hear it all today. After changing into cleans robes the room of requirement produced for him and leaving a note for Neville and Draco, Harry set off for the headmaster's office.

Once past the gargoyle, Harry steeled himself and hid his emotions behind his mask. It would not due for the Headmaster to read how he was feeling and use it against him.

He knocked on the door, and it opened without a word, revealing a smiling Dumbledore behind his desk. "Yes Harry come in come in, have a seat. Would you like a Lemon drop? Fancy a cup of tea?" Dumbledore asked, waving the boy to sit down.

"No thank you Sir. Can we get on with this meeting? I have other things to do. And to make this perfectly clear this will be our last meeting." The boy said sitting down in front of the head masters desk.

"Now, now Harry do not get so upset. I really haven't said anything bad about you or to you yet nor do I plan to. Come now tell me how you have been? Given any thought to where you belong in this war we are fighting?" Dumbledore asked the boy.

Harry rolled his eyes, "As you already know, I am on my own side. I know what you really are Albus Dumbledore and I know what you have done. It is only a matter of time before the rest of the wizarding world knows it as well."

"Are you threatening me? I made you into what you are today, and I can take it away from you just as fast as I gave it. Do not cross me boy for you will not win. I am the great Albus Dumbledore, nothing and no one stands in the way of what I want." Dumbledore was very unhappy, as was evident in his tone of his voice.

"Don't think you control the world because you don't. Yes you made me into what I am. You killed my so-called parents and kept me from my real father for almost 17 years. Oh but do not think I owe you anything. I want nothing to do with you. I wash my hands of you and the innocent blood you have spilled to make an honest man into a murderer.

That's right I know what really happened that night at Godric's hollow. You killed Lilly Evan's in the attempt to make James Potter join you and make you stronger. But you didn't realize that he was still alive when you went to kill me. He was merely stunned and before Voldermort fled from your duel he grabbed James.

He saved the man's life to spite you. What Kind of sick man are you? Turning a mere baby into a weapon for a war? You are nothing to me and I don't owe you anything. I'm not fighting this war to save a group of hypocrites."Harry said all this calmly as he sat back in his chair.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, "And how are we hypocrites Harry?"

The boy laughed, "You say that you welcome all witches and wizards with open arms. What about half-breeds like werewolves for instance? You say that you are fair and just but you continually give them regulations and make them the inferior being. That does not seem very open armed now does it?" Harry asked.

"You don't understand Harry. Werewolves are dangerous creatures. They can cause harm to other people. Innocent may die at their hands. We can't allow them to do that. It would compromise healthy magic." Dumbledore said believing every word that came out of his mouth.

"It doesn't really matter anymore does it? I will not fight for you. All you have done is lie to me. I hope Voldermort flattens you and your little order. You deserve everything that comes to you." Harry said.

"I thought perhaps you would feel this way Harry. You have been spending far too much time with those Slytherins and ignoring Ron and Hermione. If I get wind of you doing any dark magic, or of you hexing other students, you will be out of this school so fast your head will spin." Dumbledore said with a smirk.

Harry had always loved Hogwarts. There was no way Harry would give up his home for some silly war and a father he didn't know until 2 months ago Dumbledore thought to himself. This was his one way to keep Harry from completely switching sides.

"That is fine Headmaster. I would expect the same for any student." Dumbledore's face fell. "I can see that you thought I would do anything to remain at Hogwarts. Sadly you were mistaken. You forget Sir that this school holds as many good memories as it does bad ones. A madman tried to kill me at this school for the past 6 years now. It wouldn't be a problem for me to attend another school.

You think you have this won already. But you do not. This is a war Dumbledore and you are wasting your time trying to convince a rather smart boy to be in your pocket again. What you should be doing is preparing for battle, or planning another death eater attack. We both know the truth now don't we.

What you don't know is that Voldermort is on my side. So go on tip your hand, let the world see who you really are. All it will do is bring more to my point of view. I look forward to battle sir. I expect that to be the last time we see each other." Harry said.

Harry stood up and leaned over Dumbledore's desk, their faces inches apart, "I'm not afraid of dying, are you?" Harry stood up straight, waved cheerfully at Dumbledore and left the man's office.

With a bit of bounce to his step, Harry made his way down to the dungeons. His father should be back from the manor by now, though he might be wrong, seeing as it was Saturday. After saying the password he found his father's private chambers empty, with a frown he made his way to the Slytherin common rooms.

When he stepped through the portrait before even moving a step, Blaise immediately stopped him. "Harry have you been avoiding me? We need to talk." The dark haired boy said with a slight frown.

Harry rolled his eyes, "Blaise really there is nothing to talk about. And I haven't been avoiding you, you know how busy I can get."

"I know you felt something that night. There are feelings between us and I think we need to discuss this." Blaise said crossing his arms and watching Harry shuffle his feet in agitation.

"It was just a kiss Blaise. Don't go making it into something more." Harry hissed at the boy.

"It wasn't just a kiss and you know it. There was something behind it. Why can't we just see if there is something between us?" Blaise asked his eyes pleading with Harry for the answer he wanted to hear.

"I really don't have time for this Blaise. There's a lot going on for me right now and I don't need you coming around and making things more difficult. We are just friends, nothing more and nothing less. You will do well to remember that." Harry pushed past the taller boy and stalked to his dorm room.

When he reached the privacy of the dorms, Harry threw himself on the bed with a loud groan. These were the times when he really missed Sirius. The animagus would listen to his problems and then help him make the best decision. Without Hermione, who would do the same, Harry was alone with his problems.

Sure he had Neville, but he had problems of his own to deal with. Not to mention his new relationship with Draco, Harry smiled at the thought of the two. If you had asked him two years ago if he thought Draco and Neville would get together, He would have laughed in their faces. No way would Neville ever go for a slimy Slytherin and especially not Draco Malfoy of all people.

The one of the biggest shocks so far this year hadn't been Neville and Draco dating, it had been learning who his true family was. Severus Snape was his Dad, well one of his dads any way. Harry had been trying avoiding thinking about James Potter since he had seen the man.

Harry sighed and rubbed his forehead; there was so much to take in. James wasn't dead. He hadn't been dead at all. He hadn't been dead and he hadn't found a way to tell either him or Severus either. That's what hurt the most, having parents but never being allowed to know them. How cruel could the world be?

Harry frowned and closed his eyes, trying to ignore the tears that were at the corners of his eyes. Things were complicated enough in his life without throwing something else at him. Sometimes Harry wondered if fate simply enjoyed playing with him.

At least the meeting with Voldermort had gone well, as had the meeting with Dumbledore, though he had hoped to have Severus there with him when he had met the headmaster. Harry laughed to himself, the headmaster really was losing his grip and it wouldn't be long before the man had gone completely mad.

Things were going to change not only for the wizarding world but for Harry's word as well. Not that Harry really minded, the change could only be a good one. Harry groaned at that moment, as his thoughts moved to Blaise. On that matter Harry was completely lost.