Chapter 9
Harry composed himself and sat back down onto the chair. He looked up at the painting.
"You have lost all respect from me. I will never again call you Professor or Headmaster or even Albus. From now on you are only Dumbledore, and nothing else," the disgust in Harry's voice shocked no one.
To hide his parents was one thing. Harry didn't even seem mad about that. But to hide Sirius? The one man who Harry had known like a father figure for two very short years? The man who Harry had expected to live with and be a family with?
It was unforgivable.
"Where is he?" asked Harry. Albus sighed.
"In my cabinet Minerva, there is a Zebrawood box in the bottom drawer in the back. I fully expected you to find it there and know what to do when you did. In this box there is a similar letter to what Harry had received today. It was meant for Remus after the war, but since he has passed on, it now goes to Harry," replied Albus. Minerva stared at Albus and shook her head as she walked over to an ornate cabinet, she waved her wand in front of it and they all heard a loud click. The door opened to reveal a pensive and several drawers.
She bent to the bottom drawer and pulled it out. It contained many folders and she moved them all to the side and found the box. She pulled it out and closed the drawer and cabinet, locking it once again.
She walked over and handed the whole box to Harry. He opened it, glared once more at the painting before opening the letter.
It was painfully similar to the one Harry had received only a definitive time gap, and it being addressed to Remus, not Harry. It explained mostly the same set up as with Harry's parents, a Healer who does not know who it was they were carrying for, three hundred Galleons a month, the ritual to get him out of the coma was slightly different, but the rest of the letter bore a strikingly similar resemblance to Harry's letter.
Instead of Flooing to the location, he would take a Portkey. Once he reversed the spell, the healer would forget the arrangement and go on with his life.
"Do you have anything else to say Dumbledore before I leave? I might never come back here because of this. So here's your last chance, you better take it," Harry said without emotion.
"I'm sorry Harry. Not for why you think. You would think right now that I'm only sorry you reacted badly, but I truly am sorrier than words can express. I kept you from your family, your real family. Left you with an abusive relative who couldn't get past her jealousies from her childhood, and you still turned out to be an amazing person. If I could do everything differently I would. I wouldn't arrange for your parents to be kept in a coma, I would have saved Sirius from Azkaban, and never left you with the Dursley's. But most of all Harry, I would have told you everything as soon as I thought you could handle it. The Prophecy, the truth about everything. I am so very sorry," said the old man with a thick voice. A single tear fell down and into his beard leaving a sparkling drop in the white hair.
"Did you design the spells that put my parents in a coma?" asked Harry showing little remorse for the old man's emotions.
"I did not. They are found in an old book kept under the floorboard at Godric's Hollow under the chair between the beds. If I had been the one to design the spell, believe me Harry, I would have made it so I could tell you. I tried. My notes are in the book as well, I hope one day, you can see that I truly only did what I thought was best," the old man said. Harry stood up and walked out of the room and down the revolving staircase. The others watched him go and only Ginny followed him.
a/n: Well, another shortie but i think it's good. If i can get a good amount of reviews for this chapter and the last, together, i might post another later and the next chapter...harry decided who he's going to wake first. Can you guess who? Parents or godfather? Review people!