Dumbledore was furious. He knew Harry and his little pack were up to something. Hogwarts had told him that there were order members in the building and none of them had come to see him. An hour had passed since their arrival onto the grounds. Giving up hope on them coming to him he set out to find them.

He checked both Slytherin and Gryffindor territory but found no one. He was about to give up hope when he remembered the Room of Requirement. Only a handful of people knew where it was located and one of these people was, of course, Harry. When he had paced in front of the wall three times and the door appeared, he flung it open and stared in shock.

This was a wedding reception. There was no doubt about that, Harry in his white robes (not a dress!) and the gathered family and friends. They had all looked up when they heard the door open and half of the room's occupants looked at him warily, as the others greeted him warmly. "Harry, my boy, this is a surprise."

Harry regarded his Headmaster with a cool expression. "Of course it is. This is a personal matter that you have no say in; so why are you here, sir?" The last word was sneered in a way that made Draco proud. Harry's guests were stunned at his tone towards the great Albus Dumbledore; even Dumbledore, himself, was shocked. He did not show this though.

"I need to speak to Mr. Potter—"

"It's Malfoy." Harry interrupted.

"—what? Oh, yes of course. My apologies, but I need to speak to Harry alone for a bit."

Harry looked around at all the uncertain faces around him and stood. "I will speak to you." He walked around his Headmaster and out the door. Dumbledore followed and tried to work out what he was going to say to the boy, now that he finally had him alone.

Draco was angry and Draco was worried. He was not faring well with the mix of emotions. He was furious with Dumbledore for interrupting their wedding reception; at the same time he was worried for his husband. Harry would normally react badly to being in close proximity to their headmaster, and yet had willingly gone with the man. Draco had a feeling something bad was about to happen.

He looked around the room at those gathered. They were trying to figure out why Harry was so hostile towards the beloved headmaster. Draco decided to take pity on them. "Professor Dumbledore has been trying to control Harry. He has been manipulating him, and everyone else for that matter, for years. He knew of Harry being abused, and allowed it to happen so that he was easier to turn into an obedient weapon."

Tonks immediately leapt to defend the old man "Dumbledore would never do something like that! He is the leader of the Light! He is just trying to do what is best!"

"Best for whom? Who has everyone eating out of the palm of their hand? Who has the ability to over throw the Ministry at the drop of a hat, if he so chooses?"

"You're nutters if you think Albus Dumbledore is some kind of dark wizard." Tonks replied heatedly, but Draco could see the others starting to think.

Draco shrugged. "Don't say I didn't warn you." And then he sat back in his chair, done speaking, to wait anxiously on Harry.

Harry led them to an empty classroom at the end of the hall. He walked in, vanished the dust and sat on one of the desks. "Now what do you want, old man?" Harry asked cuttingly.

Dumbledore, being who he was, took a few minutes to gather his thoughts, thoroughly aggravating Harry. When the infuriating man finally did speak, his words nearly through Harry into a rage. "I am… concerned about you, Harry. You refuse to speak to me and now you are making rash decisions such as getting married at sixteen. Do you have any idea how this could influence the war?"

It took all of Harry's self control not to launch himself at the old man in front of him. "The next time I face Voldemort, he will fall. I will not let the wizarding world be led by a tyrant. That includes you, Albus Dumbledore. I am not as blind as those around me. I see you manipulating those around you to suit your needs. You have sacrificed people to save your own skin, and I will tolerate it no longer. I will do what I must to put the Wizarding world back on track; I will defeat Voldemort, and I will defeat you."

Dumbledore was beginning to panic. He knew well enough that the boy in front of him had the power and ability to destroy anyone he saw as a threat.

"So listen up, old man." Harry slid off the desk and got up in Dumbledore's face. "Stop interfering and let me do my job. I am not taking orders from you anymore. I do not want your opinion. I do not want your guidance. You will leave my family and I alone."

In a flurry of motion, that was very foolish on his part, Dumbledore turned the desk he was leaning on into a portkey. He seized Harry by the shoulders and turned them both so that Harry fell onto the desk. He quickly cast a portus to activate the portkey, but not before he pulled away from the desk. Harry and Dumbledore both felt the hook behind their navel and disappeared from Hogwarts.

A/N: The 'Not a dress' comment is directed at my friend who is convinced Harry is in a dress that Pansy only called robes to make him feel better. I don't like this chapter. :(