Hi here is chapter 14. Thanks to everybody who left a review for the previous chapters. Hope you like the new one.

How to be a Star

Hogwarts started nice this year. With the Death Eater parents taken out of the equation, many of their children were faced with dealing with their classmates without the financial and political backing they had had before. Therefore they were just observing things for now. Harry noticed that Draco Malfoy was shooting him hateful glares, but he couldn't care less. He had a mission to fulfil at school, now that he had a position of authority. He had proven to be the best wizard of his generation last year by winning the Triwizard Tournament. Now he was the fifth year Gryffindor Prefect and could lead the younger years by his example.

And they were bound to look up to him. This was important for the future of the wizarding world. They needed to get the prejudices about muggleborns out of the heads of the elite and which better way to do so than showing the children from the beginning that bullying wasn't tolerated and that they all had the same chances to shine in the future?

Harry interestedly watched the sorting. He thought the Sorting Hat might have an inkling of what had happened last year. The song was hinting on him having done something to the problem of darkness in their world. Harry did his yearly ritual of committing the names and faces of the first years and where they were sorted to memory. He would set up files for them tonight when his dorm-mates were asleep.

It seemed as if Professor Dumbledore really wanted to make sure Hogwarts returned to the top spot as an institute of learning and had chosen the prefects for all houses wisely. For Hufflepuff Hannah Abbot and Justin Finch-Fletchley had got the badges. Both were nice and would show the younger students the values of Hufflepuff. Well, he didn't really fear for the members of Hufflepuff being intolerant. They had been cured of that habit in his second year and been shown what could happen in his third.

For Ravenclaw Padma Patil and Terry Boot were the prefects. Harry would make sure they looked out for younger students being bullied. Having a friendly relationship with Padma he could easily ask her that favour. He had lost count how often he had shown up bullies from Ravenclaw who had hidden Luna Lovegood's things.

Then Slytherin was a nice surprise. Blaise Zabini and Tracey Davis had been named prefects. Harry could imagine how mad Malfoy was that he didn't get the badge. But with his continued behaviour nobody could rectify making him a prefect and with Snape gone there was no one to speak for him.

His female counterpart in Gryffindor was of course Hermione, who he would keep from sticking to the rules too much. Certain things had to be handled flexibly and Hermione tended to be too harsh.

Finally Dumbledore held his speech after the food disappeared.

"Welcome to Hogwarts for another year. This year we have some changes to our staff and the curriculum. I want to introduce you to Professor Howard Derwent who will be teaching Defence against the Dark Arts for this year. Next is Professor Regina Finn, who will be teaching History of Magic."

He was interrupted by loud cheers. Everybody was glad to be rid of Binns' boring lessons. It took Dumbledore a shot from his wand to create a bang to get them to quiet down again.

"Well, I'm glad you like the changes, but I wasn't finished. Last but not least I welcome back an old colleague of mine, Professor Horace Slughorn who will be taking over the position of head of house for Slytherin and be the Potions teacher."

The happy cheers for this announcement, while centred on the Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Gryffindor tables, were non-the-less louder than the ones for being rid of Binns.

It took three bangs to get them to listen to the rest of the speech.

"Quidditch try-outs are held in two weeks, interested players are to contact their team captains. In cooperation with the Departments of Magical Games and Sports and of Magical Education there is a new rule for the set-up of the Quidditch teams to be implied. All captains are required to hold full try-outs at the beginning of each year. The try-outs will be monitored by Madam Hooch and the head of house of the team. This is to ensure that the best players of each house will be playing for the team. The captains are also asked to build a reserve team in case players are too injured to play and to give talented players the opportunity to get experience so they can get on the team next year. I know for certain that many of the current players will graduate after this year, so training their replacements would be wise."

Many people nodded. The new rule made sense and if the current players were skilled enough they didn't have to fear for their positions.

"How will I be able to get all of this done?" Angelina Johnson, the Gryffindor Captain asked her fellow chaser Alicia Spinnet.

"Don't worry; you'll have the whole team behind you. We are lucky that we have all of our previous team here, so we have experienced players for all positions except keeper. And we all know how good we are. The probabilities of others getting starting positions are not as big as they are in other houses. And each of us can help train a reserve player for the positions." Alicia calmed her down.

Angelina nodded. She was a new captain and being confronted with a full tryout rule when she had thought she could just build up on a well-working team was overwhelming.

On other tables many were also talking about the new rule. Slytherin house seemed to be a bit miffed about the new interference. Harry could see why, they had mostly played dirty and used muscle over skill. This wouldn't work with the teachers overseeing the try-outs.

The last announcements from Dumbledore were just the usual. The forest was forbidden, the list of banned items, no magic in the corridors. Then it was time to work for Harry and Hermione.

"All Gryffindor first-years come over here please." Harry called out.

He and Hermione waited until all the new Gryffindors had assembled around them.

"All right, my name is Harry Potter and my charming friend here is Hermione Granger. We are the Gryffindor fifth year prefects and are here to be contacts for you throughout the year, act as tour guides today and tomorrow for all those who are interested in learning more about the layout of the castle and will help you with getting used to be Gryffindors. This year mandatory study sessions have been implemented for all houses. Older students from Gryffindor will be overseeing your studies in the different subjects. I want you to remember, that they are doing this in their free time, so treat them nicely.

"Now if you would follow us, we'll show you the first part of the Hogwarts tour, the way to the Gryffindor common room." Harry said, getting a grin from Hermione.

Sometimes Harry just wanted to show off. Well, better him than her. The first years looked at him in awe. Everybody knew about his victory in the Triwizard Tournament last year.

"The most important thing to know is which landmarks to look out for. The castle likes to keep us students on our toes and the stairs change directions every so often. The best thing is if you look for things that don't move positions. So don't use the inhabitants of the portraits, because they like to visit each other, understandable in my opinion, who would want to be stuck in one place all the time?"

A lot of the first years laughed at that while certain portraits on their route were just nodding in agreement.

"So the Gryffindor common room is in one of the towers, really great view over the grounds you'll love it." Harry commented his tour.

Hermione just rolled her eyes at her friend.

"All the common rooms are protected by a password. So make sure that only you know our password. There is nothing wrong with making friends in the other houses, but meetings have to be held in places other than the house common rooms. Some kind of old school rule the founders came up with." He downplayed the rule.

"Harry!" Hermione admonished his behaviour Harry smile at her disarmingly. The first years giggled again.

"As you have probably noticed, we have a rather long way to our common room, so plan accordingly to be in time for breakfast, most important meal of the day, and to get to your classes. For the first week Hermione and I'll show you the way to your classrooms, so be at the Great Hall every morning fifteen minutes before classes start as Hermione and I also need to get to our classes after we hand you over to your Professors. And don't worry about them biting, they don't." He joked.

He got more giggles for that. Finally they reached the portrait of the fat lady.

"Password?" She asked.

"Mimbulus Mimbletonia." Hermione said.

Some of the first years cringed at the complicated password.

The led them inside and enjoyed the admiring looks the first years had for the common room.

"Alright, the dorms for the boys are up the stairs on the left, the girls up the stairs on the right. A warning to all boys, you can't get up the stairs to the girls' dorms, believe me, the surprise you'll get is not so nice." Harry wisely stated.

"Harry, how would you know what happens if you go up there as a boy?" Hermione asked suspiciously.

"Busted!" A boy with blond hair whispered to his friend, but everybody heard it and started giggling again.

"Aw, don't you think I'd have tried to visit my favourite bushy haired bookworm in her dorm? After all, you came up to our dorm more than once." Harry countered wiggling his eyebrows.

Now it was Hermione's turn to blush. He had turned her own argument against her. And of course the first years found it really funny.

"Okay, this ends our short tour from the Great Hall to Gryffindor tower. Gryffindor Prefect Travels thanks you for your attention and wishes you a good night. For all those that want to be guided back to the Great Hall for breakfast tomorrow morning, be here at a quarter to eight!" Harry announced and gave an exaggerated bow, which got him applause from the first years.

Harry and Hermione then went to the other Gryffindors that sat in the armchairs by the fire.

"Nice speech Harry. Definitely more inspiring than those of our dear brother Percy." Fred praised.

"Thanks Fred. I thought they needed a little help to start right. And I still remember how often we managed to get lost in our first week here." Harry replied.

"You could have taken the job a bit more serious." Hermione admonished him.

"And look like I was a rule-stickler? No thank you. I like it better if they think I'm approachable and not fear I'll rat them out if they did something stupid, which will happen, and don't know what to do. Better help them before something really bad happens."

"Well said, Harry. I think we even might think of tolerating your ascension to prefect." George proclaimed.

"Aw, I'm touched, George. Just don't do your usual thing in front of me. I'd have to give out punishments then and I don't really want to do that." Harry replied.

Hermione looked sour. She still didn't think ignoring the rules was right.

"Relax a bit, Hermione. I won't tolerate if anybody tries to bully others, if they endanger anybody or bring utter chaos. I know my duties as a prefect. But I really think that guiding the younger students by example and a bit of help is more important than telling first-years off for getting into a little bit of trouble. And Fred and George know how far they can go with their pranks. And if the teachers can't figure out things then I'm not duty bound to tell them."

Hermione pouted but she also knew he was right.

It was Saturday. The third Saturday in September and the try-outs for the Gryffindor Quidditch team were to start in half an hour. Angelina had been stressed out about the job as team captain, especially how best to organize try-outs. The interesting thing was nearly all the first years were sitting in the stands, wanting to watch their favourite prefect during the tryout. They had been told by their older house mates how good a flyer and seeker Harry Potter was and now they wanted to see it with their own eyes. All members from other houses were banned from the pitch, the same rule held true for the try-outs of the other houses of course.

The example of the first-years had soon been followed by those second and third years that didn't want to try out. All of them looked up to Harry as he was normally helping them with their defence tutoring.

After the first week the tutoring students for the different subjects had been chosen. All of them were at least fifth years. The tutor for Herbology was Neville Longbottom, all of the first and second years, which were the years that had mandatory study sessions in all subjects, for those in third and fourth years it was voluntary, agreed that the quiet boy was a great teacher in the subject. Then for Potions Fred and George Weasley, to the utmost surprise of Professor McGonagall, had taken up tutoring. The twins were really knowledgeable in the art. In Astronomy Katie Bell was the main tutor.

Charms was covered by Dean Thomas, History of Magic by Hermione Granger, the only person capable of staying awake in the classes of former Professor Binns and therefore the only person with any remarkable knowledge in the subject and Transfiguration by James Malloy, a sixth year. For the electives from third year on there were some contacts for the students if they were needed. Hermione had also taken up the position for Arithmancy, she had originally planned to only tutor Arithmancy, but with the Binns problem, she had been coerced to take over History tutoring too, Ron Weasley was the unofficial contact for Divination, he had an unbeatable technique to finish high marking essays for Trelawney after all, even if he would be the first one to tell the younger students that Divination was utter rubbish, which had led to Parvati Patil becoming the official contact for those who believed in the subject.

Care of Magical Creatures was covered by Joe Runt the seventh year male prefect, Ancient Runes by Lee Jordan and Muggle Studies by Cassidy Volt a muggleborn sixth year witch. They all knew similar arrangements had been made in the other houses.

Now the spectators were greeted with the view of the previous Gryffindor Quidditch team, which had won the Quidditch Cup two years prior. Last year there hadn't been one because of the Triwizard Tournament. All the younger years cheered when they saw Harry coming out of the locker room. He just smiled and waved at them.

"You definitely are popular with the younger years, Harry." Angelina commented.

"What can I say, it's my natural charm." He said, pushing his hand through his hair, making it look more untamed than before.

Most of the people around him laughed. Angelina then turned to address the assembled students for the tryout. Everybody had been given a number for Angelina to be able to keep them all under control.

"Alright, thank you all for coming; you know what we are going to do. I need to test all applicants for all of the positions. First I want you to separate in groups of six and fly two rounds around the pitch" she ordered. As we have not that much time to waste, you'll take off in intervals of fifteen seconds. First group start on my whistle, second be ready to go up after them. If one group has finished their laps, land and wait for further instructions."

She blew her whistle and the first group took off. The six flyers were only average but Angelina intended to find those flyers that had potential. Again and again she blew her whistle until all applicants had flown two rounds. Angelina had called out numbers to Hermione who had been called in to help with the paperwork for the try-outs. Angelina was sure she would lose track of all the flyers otherwise. The last group to take off, after all the others had landed again, was the old Quidditch team, which showed their impressive coordination with each other.

Harry, Fred and George had decided to take one side for formation flying and Angelina, Katie and Alicia the other. The spectators were entranced by the old team's performance.

Harry and the twins were performing spectacular stunts in the air like switching their brooms in mid-flight, diving chases, Harry showed the surfing move he had used in his first ever Quidditch match with the twins covering for him beneath him.

Angelina, Alicia and Katie showed flawless position play. Chasers were required to change positions in the game permanently and the girls had been playing for years together, they knew how to coordinate their manoeuvres. Oliver would be so proud of the team he had trained.

When they landed with a spectacular synchronic dive of all six that they abruptly stopped a foot of the ground, everybody who was there broke in cheers and applause.

Madam Hooch and Professor McGonagall were shaking their heads and smiling. They should have known that the team would pull such a stunt to show their abilities. They wanted to make clear that it would take a fantastic talent to make it into the starting formation as the six current players wouldn't give up their places on the team easily. The try-outs this year would concentrate on the keeper spot and the reserve team.

After a long day of testing and the following discussion of the chosen players with Professors McGonagall and Hooch Angelina pinned the new set-up of the team to the board in the common room. Immediately the Gryffindors went to look who was on the team.

Starting team:

Chaser: Angelina Johnson, 7th year – Captain
Chaser: Katie Bell, 6th year
Chaser: Alicia Spinnet, 7th year
Beater: Fred Weasley, 7th year
Beater: George Weasley, 7th year
Keeper: Ron Weasley, 5th year
Seeker: Harry Potter, 5th year

Reserve team:

Chaser: Ginny Weasley, 4th year
Chaser: Demelza Robins, 3rd year
Chaser: Eric Stevens, 2nd year
Beater: Richie Coote, 3rd year
Beater: Jimmy Peakes, 2nd year
Keeper: James Harper, 4th year
Seeker: Dennis Creevey, 2nd year

All the members of the teams were happy to have been chosen. If Angelina was fair, the only reason that Ginny wasn't part of the starting team was that Alicia, Katie and her had so much practice together, that it would take time to include a new chaser in the dynamics. Professor McGonagall and Madam Hooch had agreed with all of her choices. The only position that needed work was the keeper as they had to train up Ron, who was nowhere near as good as Oliver Wood had been, but he had potential. It seemed their house lacked a bit of talent for that position. James Harper also needed a lot of training but he was a better reserve player than Cormac McLaggen, who, while a good player, was just an arrogant ass and both the teachers had agreed with her reasoning that she didn't want somebody like that on her team.

Harry was in the common room reading up on the topic for the Transfiguration essay he had to hand in next Monday. He had the goal to ace his OWLs this year, so he needed to give the impression over the year that he worked hard to achieve his marks. His knowledge in the subjects at school exceeded the syllabus by far and he was also taking all the OWLs available except Divination. He had convinced Professor McGonagall to just let him take the exams in Muggle Studies without attending the classes as he was muggle raised. She had agreed with him that this would be the best way to get his studies done without stressing him out too much over the year.

Harry had seen what kind of stress the time turner Hermione had had in their third year, had done to her health. So officially Harry took Ancient Runes, Arithmancy and Care of Magical Creatures and sat the end of year exams in Muggle Studies. It had confused many of the students in the class but when he had explained it at the end of third year, even Hermione had agreed that his approach was better than hers. But she had decided to drop the subject completely. It was too much stress for her as she knew she would never be able to just take a test without putting all her work into the preparation.

Harry looked up from his book when three first years stood next to his armchair, obviously not knowing how to ask him a question.

"Okay, just ask what you want to know, I promise I won't bite." He said grinning.

"Well, it's just we have heard so much about wizard duels and we wondered why nobody really teaches how to do it in class." A blond girl asked.

"Well, a good question, Sarah…" Harry said, surprising the girl that he knew her name "…the reason is that normally duelling is part of the things you learn in DADA from third year on. I personally think it's a bit late, you should start as early as possible but the Board of Governors thinks otherwise. We have the problem here at school that we couldn't keep any teacher for DADA more than a year. And from the four we have had so far while I have been a student, only one was really competent. That one was Remus Lupin in my third year. The next best teacher was the fake Alastor Moody last year.

"While he was a Death Eater in disguise who thought he could bring his master back and failed, he had to impersonate the real Moody believably to fool everybody, so we learned a lot from him. Then came Quirinius Quirrell in my first year, who stuttered so badly that nobody really understood him. The worst teacher we ever had was Gilderoy Lockhart, a total fraud. Don't believe anything he wrote in his books, he didn't do anything he said he has done. It were the actions of others which he obliviated and took credit for. He only tried to advertise his books all year.

"So with four teachers who all had different approaches in their teaching we didn't get that much coherent knowledge in the subject. This year we have a graduate of the auror academy who knows his job. If you really want to learn duelling to protect yourselves, the best course of action would probably be to ask Professor Derwent if he would sponsor a duelling club."

"Do you think he would agree to do so?" A black haired boy asked.

"I think so, Gregory." Harry answered.

The three first years thanked him and left the common room to go looking for Professor Derwent.

Ginny sat at the Gryffindor table reading a letter from her brother Percy. She was so entranced by the content that she didn't notice Harry before his head was next to hers.

"Harry!" She said startled. "Don't spook my like that." She admonished him.

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself. Interesting read?" He asked grinning.

"Prat. Yes, it's interesting. Percy wrote and told me he was going to be transferred from the Department of International Magical Cooperation to the Department of Magical Education. His boss Mr Carter who has succeeded Mr Crouch told him he wanted to restructure the whole department and have it deal with real international cooperation and not the nonsense Crouch was doing."

"Interesting. When will Percy be transferred?"

"From what Percy wrote in January. He will help Carter to clean up the department and then he will be working under Madam Marchbanks who normally is one of the examiners of the OWLs and NEWTs. He is looking forward to work in that department as he has some good ideas to further magical education. I just hope he does a better job than in his first position. He was unbearable while working under Crouch." Ginny made a face.

"I'm sure he has learned a bit."

Harry was glad to have found out that their little operation to bring the wizarding world forward was going well. Harry knew from his training sessions with Sirius that the new Minister was doing a good job so far to detect corruption and get rid of it. The departments were examined one by one so nobody was able to hide their dirty business anymore. Especially as the MI6 had given Percy some very compromising evidence against the corrupt workers they knew off. And as he had promised, Percy, in his best rule abiding fashion had delivered them to Minister Bones personally. Needless to say many people were now awaiting trial for corruption, including ex-Minister Fudge and the already politically dead Dolores Umbridge.

With Percy now getting in position to exterminate the bigotry in the children their overall goal was on the way. Having Arthur Weasley as undersecretary was also helping a lot.

The whole school year was looking bright for Harry. Well except for the fact that Dumbledore looked like he was thinking hard about Harry's appearance. The headmaster was suspecting that there was more to Harry Potter than he had originally thought. He would have to look into it. So for the first time in fourteen years he decided to visit Privet Drive to see how Vernon and Petunia Dursley thought about their nephew. He apparated outside of Privet Drive in a little forested area of the local park and transfigured his robes into muggle clothes.

His first action was to inspect the wards he had placed around the house. To his utter shock they were non-existent. He disillusioned himself and went to the house to do a deeper check for magical residue. The only thing he found was a charm that would make the inhabitants answer questions for Harry deflecting like he was out with friends or something like that. He now deeply frowned. What the hell was going on here? He hadn't got any negative reports from Arabella all the time since Harry started Hogwarts. He had just assumed that the Dursleys had grudgingly accepted Harry's magic.

But from the reply he got from his check on the wards they had been down for years. How could this be possible? He had to speak with Harry. Something was really wrong here.

Harry was thinking hard what the headmaster could want to talk about? He had been given a note by one of the second years that said he was to come to the headmaster's office after dinner. He was now standing outside the gargoyle and gave it the password. The statue went aside and the stairs began moving upwards. When he had reached the door he knocked and was asked inside.

"Hello, Harry, thank you for coming here tonight. Would you like a lemon drop?" He asked.

"No, thank you, headmaster." Harry declined politely.

"Well, I'm sure you're curious why I asked you here today." Dumbledore said.

"That is correct." Harry replied.

"Well, I was inspecting certain wards today to make sure they were still working properly after all the years since I placed them but to my grave surprise they had fallen years ago. The most interesting part of that phenomenon is that I didn't get any warning about them falling, which should have happened immediately after they fell. It was a safety precaution I implemented while setting them up."

"That is very interesting, headmaster, but I still don't really understand why this concerns me." Harry said. He knew exactly what had happened but he didn't want to make it easy for the headmaster.

"Well, then let me tell the location of the protected property. It was number 4 Privet Drive in Surrey, your home." He said.

"That place has never been my home, Professor." Harry stated icily. "A home is a place where you're loved and welcome. That place never was either for me. I wasn't even safe there from the abuse of my so-called family. The proper term is relatives as I sadly can't choose my blood relations but my friends here at Hogwarts are more of a family to me than the Dursleys ever were."

Dumbledore was shocked by that cold statement. Did he really make such a big mistake?

"I can see you don't believe me. Well, let me tell you some facts. First I know you placed me there with the intention to protect me from Death Eaters after the fall of Voldemort. Completely bypassing any official channels. While I can understand this logically, the Ministry was infiltrated by them after all; emotionally your decision condemned me to ten years in hell. Petunia and Vernon Dursley hated me and taught their son to do so as well, just because I'm magical."

Harry intently watched Dumbledore's reaction.

"They never showed me an ounce of love or even the littlest affection. They showed me the opposite; they made very clear that I was not wanted. I was called boy or freak all my life there. I found out my name when I was five and went to primary school. They never bothered telling me before. Why would they? I was lower than dirt in their eyes. Abnormal, not like them, special. They just used me to get chores around the house done, spread lies about me in the neighbourhood and let Dudley get away with anything he wanted. Hunting and beating me up included."

Now Dumbledore's face was clearly in pain.

"Didn't your nice little plant tell you what I went through? Well, Mrs Figg never really was that nice to me, even when I was at her house when the Dursleys were out. Oh and in case you wondered. I found out about her knowing about the magical world after my first year here at school. I identified one of her cats as a half-kneazle. I guess she is a squib you asked to look after me. Well, she didn't do a good job, otherwise she would have convinced you to get me out of there sooner."

"I couldn't, Harry. I'm sorry for what you experienced, I really am, but the blood wards were the only thing I could think of that would be able to protect you from Voldemort once he returned and I knew he would, he didn't really die in 1981 as you know." Dumbledore explained gravely.

"Well, you failed your job of properly protecting me. The only thing the Dursleys didn't do was beating me themselves. That was the job of Dudley and his gang. After all, children couldn't be held accountable for their actions by the law. They knew what Dudley did, but they didn't want to see it. Their precious son could do no wrong and if anybody complained about his deeds, they blamed them on me and I got punished. I went without food and water more often than I can remember. I was locked in the cupboard under the stairs, which was also my bedroom for ten years until I got my letter for Hogwarts. And they did their best that I didn't get to read it as you know."

Dumbledore sighed defeated. There was nothing he could say about this. He didn't think people could be that horrible to a child and a relative at that.

"So do you know why the wards have fallen but I wasn't informed?" He asked.

"Yes, but I won't tell you." Harry answered.

"But why? I only tried to protect you."

"As I told you two years ago, I don't trust you, headmaster. I respect your authority in regards to my education here at Hogwarts but beyond that you have no say in my life. You aren't my guardian. And your position as head of the Wizengamot also doesn't give you that power."

"There you're mistaken, I'm your magical guardian and Petunia Dursley is your muggle guardian." Dumbledore countered.

"Neither is true, headmaster." Harry calmly said.

"Oh and why do you think so?"

"Because Sirius Black is the one who has both positions." He answered.

"He can't, he was convicted to Azkaban. No convicted criminal can have custody over a child." Dumbledore denied that claim.

Harry interrupted him.

"No, he wasn't. To be a convicted criminal you have to be given a fair trial, be allowed to present your defence and only then the Wizengamot could have convicted him. That is the Queen's law. And even the magicals have to follow her Majesty's law, even if the former two Ministers didn't think so. None of the former had been done in Sirius' case. As I already told you he is innocent of all charges. But obviously you didn't really care about that or you would have made sure that justice was served.

"Every person accused of crimes can only be held in prison for a period of sixty days. If the Wizengamot fails to provide the accused with a trial during that period the accused is automatically cleared of all charges, that is a law that was instated during the time of the founders. As you know, Sirius was thrown into Azkaban by Crouch and then had been forgotten, his name was slandered in the press and everything without proof.

"Your inactions and neglect of duty as head of the Wizengamot cost me my childhood, Professor. Why would I trust the person responsible for leaving me in the muggle world, not knowing why strange things happened around me and getting punished for the same things? The least you could have done is checking on me in person every year. You could have explained to me why I had to live there when I was able to understand it. I was thrown into cold water when I arrived at Hogwarts. Everybody knew more about me and my family than I did. Until Hagrid told me my parents' names I didn't even know them. So I won't give you the information you want. You denied me my rights all my life growing up. And you don't have any right to ask me to tell you."

Dumbledore was shocked. Never had a student put him into place like that. The sad thing was, Harry was right. He had horribly failed the boy. But he needed him to see reason, Voldemort was back, the darkened dark mark of Severus didn't allow any other conclusions.

"Harry, while I understand your hesitation to trust me, you need to be protected. Voldemort is back, the Dark Mark wouldn't have come back if he hadn't returned to a body." He tried to reason with Harry.

Harry knew the headmaster wouldn't give up on this. But it was the only thing he could prove. And as Harry was an accomplished occlumens, he wasn't able to get the information from Harry's mind.

"Voldemort is no danger to me, just leave it at that, I know what I'm talking about. You won't get any more information."

Dumbledore tried Legilimency but hit a wall in Harry's head.

"I'll only warn you once, headmaster. Try to use Legilimency on me and you'll regret it." He said icily.

"We have nothing to discuss anymore, good day, headmaster." Harry said and left the office.

Ok, that's it for this chapter. Till next time.