On Punching Gods and Absentee Dads
Enigmaris
Chapter 26: Harry's Moral Quandary
Summary:
Harry wakes up feeling a lot better than he expected he would and his dad gives him a lot to think about.
Notes:
Sorry this was late! My field trip went brilliantly but as I feared it threw me off schedule by a day! Next week should be back on time though so no worries about that! Hope you enjoy this chapter and thanks for the all the brilliant comments! 3
Chapter Text
"Starlight? How are you feeling?"
Harry hadn't even realized he was awake until his dad's voice hit his ears. He licked his dry lips and let his eyes open. They were still in the Magical District, although he was now laying in a floating cot.
"Uh…fine?" Harry said, surprise turning his answer into a question.
He did feel fine. Hadn't he just been hit with the cruciatus?
"Are you asking me or telling me?" His dad asked.
"Both? I thought…"
"Asgardian healing spells can heal the damage from the cruciatus." His dad explained. "You're going to be sore and weak for a day or so but you'll be fine. It could have been worse but your mother's protection worked like a charm."
"Really?"
"Yes, she kept your mind safe." His dad said fondly, lifting a hand to run his fingers through Harry's hair. "It was nice to feel her magic again. If you'd like, I can teach you how to sense it yourself that way you can…feel her too."
"Yeah…I'd like that." Harry said swallowing past the lump in his throat.
"Later then." His dad promised. "Come on up, we're done here. The Order is here and they want answers. I thought perhaps we could tell the story together this time?"
"They're here?" Harry forced his body up, ignoring the loud complaints of his muscles. His dad reached out and stabilized him so he didn't fall back down. He looked around and to his surprise he saw a bunch of Order members walking around, helping survivors of the attack or talking with the American authorities. "Did anyone punch you?"
His dad gave him a look before scoffing.
"Not yet at least. I think they're a bit too shocked. Although I wouldn't be surprised if Molly tries to slap me." His dad admitted. "She's a bit too busy telling off Ron and Hermione to turn her ire to me but I'm certain that won't last long."
"Yeah the sounds about right." Harry said, he looked around again and frowned. "Is Dumbledore…"
"He's here." His dad said curtly. "We spoke briefly."
"Spoke?"
"I didn't hurt him, just made it clear that he was not to meddle in our life any longer." His dad wasn't looking at him anymore, instead he was looking at the middle distance with a glare. A tiny shiver ran down his spine. Looking at his dad's harsh eyes he could finally see the man who'd invaded New York with an army of aliens. His dad shook himself a little and looked back at Harry, and like magic the coldness in his face melted away to reveal the man who hugged Harry while they watched movies together.
"Right." Harry said. "And he…agreed to that?"
"Time will tell." His dad decided. "He seemed shocked to see me, which was stupid, he knew I was alive this entire time. Did he assume I'd never check in on the magical world?"
Now that was a question. Why had Dumbledore done nothing when his dad had returned to earth, or even when he started living with the Avengers? Surely there would have been better ways to manipulate the situation than just ignoring it?
"Maybe he was scared?" Harry asked. "I mean you did invade New York."
"If he wasn't, he should be now."
"I thought you said you didn't hurt him?"
"I didn't. In fact, I healed him. The daft fool had gotten a terrible curse cast on him that was slowly killing him. I got rid of it."
"Oh." Harry said, he wasn't sure how to feel about that. On one hand he was incredibly angry with Dumbledore. Even now, weeks after learning about his betrayal, there was a mass of rage and vexation that writhed around in his gut. Sometimes when he was happy and calm with the world, that loathing would rise up and remind him that everything he'd ever suffered had all been part of Dumbledore's plan.
But.
Harry thought about how he'd tried to curse Bellatrix with the cruciatus after she'd killed Sirius. He remembered her lesson, her telling him that his righteous anger wasn't enough to really cause pain. That he had to want them to hurt. Even after watching that awful terrible woman kill his godfather and laugh about it, he still hadn't wanted her to hurt. Was that wrong? Was something wrong with him? He tried to imagine torturing Dumbledore, or trying to get revenge and it made him wince inwardly.
When he'd punched his dad, he'd felt awful about it. Granted part of that had been the magical exhaustion talking, but that one bit of revenge against the man he'd thought had abandoned him had left him feeling empty and cold. Maybe Harry just wasn't built for revenge. Sure there were times when the opportunity came. Hermione tricking Umbridge into the forbidden forest and then her being trampled by centaurs came to mind. But even still, that felt different somehow. Umbridge had done that to herself really, insulting the centaurs right in front of their faces. It was unlikely that even if Harry had spoken on her behalf that it would have made any difference at all.
So what then? What did Harry want? He was so angry at Dumbledore that he trembled with it at times. He could still remember that anger escaping out of him at the arcade, how it had nearly suffocated him. How frightened that rage, the anger that he'd been pushing down deep inside of himself, made him feel. But at the same time he balked at the very idea of hurting Dumbledore.
Did he want Dumbledore to go to jail? He remembered the Dementors and how they made him feel and he decided against it. Nobody deserved living with those things, nobody. Yet part of him whispered that Dumbledore had sent Sirius to be stuck with them for 12 years without even blinking. Wouldn't it be fair that Dumbledore suffered the same? The memory of the chill of dementors made him swallow back the thought.
What did Harry want?
"Harry?" His dad asked. "Is everything okay?"
"It's…I was just thinking about Dumbledore." Harry said. "It's not going to be easy."
"Don't worry about him. I will make sure he pays for what he's done."
But what did that even mean? Would revenge get rid of the years of hardship? Would it make Harry's heart feel light again? Would making Dumbledore pay remove Harry's nightmares and trauma? Would it help Sirius and Remus heal? What about his dad? Wouldn't it be easier to just leave it alone?
Leave it alone? Harry didn't want to leave it alone! He was angry and hurt and Dumbledore would just keep hurting and hurting and hurting people if Harry left it alone.
What should they do then?
"Is it weird that I'm angrier at Dumbledore than I am at Tom?" Harry asked suddenly, the thought forming in his mind at the same time his mouth made the words. "I mean…Tom killed my mum and you, sorta. And he killed Cedric and tortured me and he's done so much evil. I should hate him. But I just…don't? Not like I think I should I guess."
His dad hummed, then he snapped his fingers, conjuring a chair to sit in. Once seated his dad gave Harry a thoughtful look, something contemplative.
"Harry I can't tell you how to feel about anyone." Loki said. "I hate Tom very much. I hate him for killing your grandparents and for killing Lily and so many other humans that I loved. I hate him for tainting my human childhood with his war and I hate him for ruining yours. It's difficult to imagine not loathing that monster with every fiber of my immortal being."
"Oh." Harry said, suddenly feeling very small for reasons he didn't quite understand.
"How I feel about Albus is very different." His dad continued. "I trusted him, loved him. For much of my human life there was a time where I would have died for him without regret. No one else in my entire life has ever inspired that much loyalty within me, except for my family. Albus' betrayal cuts far deeper for me than Tom's ever will. Tom is a being of pure evil and malice, he did what a monster like that is bound to do. I hate him for it and if given the chance I will make him suffer for it. But Albus? Albus was supposed to be a good man, a leader I could trust. What he did to me hurts all the more because of who he was to me."
"I…I thought he was the only person keeping me safe." Harry sniffed. "But he…he never did. Not really."
Harry remembered his dad bursting in to save him from Voldemort. How different it had been from Dumbledore fighting Tom in the Department of Mysteries. Albus had tried to talk sense into Tom, had only done enough fighting to keep Tom from killing him, he hadn't even done anything to try and stop Harry from being possessed. His dad had jumped forward, frantic and holding nothing back. Harry had no doubt that if Tom had tried to possess him again his dad would have been right by his side, holding him and trying to comfort him even if he couldn't stop it.
"Oh Starlight, I'll keep you safe." His dad promised, before wincing. "Well as safe as I can. I'm not going to pretend the prophecy doesn't exist, no matter how much I'd like too."
"Excuse me?" A voice said, breaking them out of their intense conversation. Harry looked over to see one of the politicians that had been in that room who hadn't wanted to listen to Harry. He was pretty sure she was the one who'd said she was the president of the New York Branch.
"Hello." His dad said standing up and vanishing the chair. He held out a hand and shook the woman's. "I'm Loki Odinson."
"I know who you are." She said. "You lead an invasion on my city."
"I…was not myself at the time." His dad said delicately. "If you would like I can provide proof of magical compulsion spells on my person. I would even submit to a veritaserum test to prove that if I had been under my own control, I would have never invaded this world."
"I will keep that in mind." She said shrewdly, even as some of the suspicion bled from her face. "I'm Adriana Sanchez, President of the New York Branch of the American Magical Union."
"It is an honor to meet you. I am sorry about all this mess, we'd hoped to give enough warning time for…"
"We were given a warning and we chooe to ignore it." President Sanchez said, her face tight. "Despite this, the damage is much less than it could have been. Of which I believe I have Mr. Potter to thank."
She turned to him then, she held out her hand to him and Harry forced himself to stand up and take it. He stumbled only a little and his dad reached out to steady him.
"If you hadn't of held the barrier here in front of the Administration building we would have been in a true crisis." She said. "Shortly after you left us, the wards went off and we discovered Death Eaters had broken into the building and were attacking our security system from the inside. It took all of our efforts to quell the attack on the inside. If you hadn't have been out here Mr. Potter then You-Know-Who would have walked right in the front doors and taken over the place."
"I…I didn't realize there were Death Eaters inside." Harry said thinking about the hurt people he'd sent into the building thinking it'd be safe.
"They were mostly in the lower floors." She said, somehow guessing what he was thinking about. "You did exactly the right thing and we all owe you a huge debt for it. You gave us the time we needed to marshal our forces and we've now got the largest group of Death Eaters ever captured sitting in cells and waiting for their trials."
"I promised I'd help." His words caused the woman to give him a rueful smile, the dark brown lipstick she was wearing stretching and cracking a little over her lips.
"That you did." She said. "I will of course have to speak to the other Presidents but I think that working with you, Mr. Potter would be in our best interest. I don't know yet what military forces we can offer you but…"
"I'm not asking you to do that." Harry rushed to say, interrupting the woman in his haste. "I just wanted you all to prepare yourselves and defend your people."
"I know." She said. "Which is precisely why I'm offering it. It's time we stop putting our heads in the sand. You-Know-Who brought the war literally to our doorstep and we will not take that lying down."
"I don't understand."
"Your concern Mr. Potter is with ending this war, to create peace." She said. "You want to preserve life, liberty, and happiness. That is something we can get behind. It's clear to me that you would never ask us to risk lives to prove a point or to throw away our forces on a slim chance of success. You would choose to protect people first, over anything else. In that we share a common goal."
Something glinted in her eye as she looked around at the destruction of her city. This was the place she lived, worked, and served in. The people who had died today had been her people. Just like Harry had glimpsed his dad's rage, he could see Sanchez's. She wanted to get involved, she wanted to get revenge for the people who'd been hurt today. But she didn't want to risk having more of her people hurt.
Harry looked over at his dad for advice and thankfully the man stepped in.
"Madam President." He said. "We would be honored to work with you in anyway you and your colleagues deem best."
"We?" She asked. "I'm offering an alliance with Mr. Potter."
"I am working with him." His dad said. "As are the Avengers. Mr. Potter has also secured an alliance with King Odin, who has offered us the use of his Asgardian warriors when the time comes. We didn't have time to call them for this attack but now that we know You-Know-Who is willing to go this far, we plan on creating a system to call for help from Asgard."
"You've been building an army then, Potter?" The president asked.
"Sort of?" He said. "I didn't ask Odin to do that he just…"
"Offered?" She finished for him. "I can see why he would. Very well Mr. Potter. If it works for you, would you be willing to meet with us and discuss this potential alliance?"
"You want to meet with me?" Harry asked. "But I'm…"
"The leader of the rebellion." She finished. "At least the one I'm willing to work with."
"I…uhmm…" Harry swallowed, his tongue felt too big for his mouth for some reason. "Maybe we could meet in a week? Just so you and all the others can talk out what you want to do?"
And so he could have a panic attack in privacy.
The woman smiled at him and nodded.
"That sounds like an excellent plan." She said. "Where are you staying?"
"With the Avengers." Harry said. "You can send me an owl with the details there and I'll come to you."
"Wonderful." She said holding out a hand again. Harry took it and hoped his palms weren't too sweaty. "It is going to be pleasure working with you, Mr. Potter."
"Yeah, I totally…yes." Harry said stupidly causing the woman to smile just a little wider before letting go of his hand. She took her leave after promising to send that owl with the meeting details as soon as she could but that it might be a few days before things were calm enough for her to do so. She did after all, have to repair a seriously damaged city center. Harry nodded along to all of this and wished her luck.
When they were finally alone Harry collapsed a little, his knees going weak. His dad wrapped his arm around his waist and kept him upright, taking all of Harry's weight off of his feet.
"I…I don't know what just happened."
"Politics." His dad said. "You did very well actually. Did you plan on being that bashful because that was an inspired move. She was eating that up."
"I wasn't…" Harry trailed off when his dad's words finally sunk in. "bashful?"
"Oh Starlight." His dad sighed. "You've got so much to learn and only a week to do it in."
"Why do I have to do it?" Harry asked, his voice a half whine.
"Because you're the leader of the rebellion." His dad said gleefully. "You're the person that Asgard will follow, that the Avengers will follow, that I will follow."
His dad finally looked at him and Harry wasn't sure what he saw but it made the pride and glee fade from his face. It was replaced with something far sadder and more somber.
"It's going to be okay." His dad promised. "Whatever happens, I'll be right by your side. I'm a prince and so are you. We can handle the politics of this together, I swear it. Just trust me?"
"Yeah, okay." Harry said. "I trust you."
"Good. Now, let's get back to the tower. We have the Order to appease now and I suspect that is going to be far more difficult than any number of American Presidents."
"They have like 50 of 'em." Harry whispered causing his dad to shudder a little.
"My statement still stands."
Harry looked around the square and noticed that the Order Members had disappeared. Probably to the tower.
"Okay. Let's get to the tower." Harry said, right before his stomach grumbled. He blushed a little at his dad's grin.
"We'll eat while we talk."
And with that promise they were whisked away in a plume of his dad's magic. They landed moments later in the tower, just as his dad had promised. They were in his dad's room, and his dad carefully helped Harry out of his armor and into some comfortable sweat pants. From there they walked to the conference room that Jarvis told them to go to. The room had been transformed from a boring if functional space to hold meetings in, to something akin to a gigantic living room.
Someone, Harry assumed it had been Sirius and Remus, had transfigured everything into comfortable chairs and couches. The Avengers and the Order were all mingled throughout the room.
"You're finally here!" Thor shouted. "What took so long?"
"We got held up by the Americans." His dad said. "President Sanchez is interested in an alliance between us and the American Magical Union."
"She's interested in an alliance with me." Harry said. "She didn't like you at all."
"Yes well I did do my best to level her city a few years ago." His dad said with a roll of his eyes. "Anyway, she wants to set up a meeting with our illustrious leader in the next week or so."
"Our leader?" Tony asked motioning to Captain America.
"No. Me." Harry said. "Sorry Steve?"
"Honestly I'm more than happy to let you take the reins kid." Steve said. "Congrats you're the new captain."
"Yeah." Sirius added. "From now on he'll just be Mr. America."
"That makes him sound like a beauty pageant winner." Clint complained.
"Are you saying I couldn't win a beauty pageant?"
"Oh don't worry Steve, you're the prettiest boy here." Natasha said patting the man's arm in a faux comforting manner.
"As amusing as I'm sure you find this." Snape interrupted; a sneer firmly painted on his face. "We have things to discuss do we not?"
"Right." His dad said. "Of course we do. Tony please tell me you ordered food?"
"An army's worth is on it's way now." The man said. "Figured your little tyke would be starved after the fight."
"I'm taller than you." Harry pointed out.
"You're a little baby." Tony told him which made Harry roll his eyes.
"Come on." His dad ushered Harry over to the one couch that was still empty. Ron was seated with his parents and the twins while Hermione was with her own parents. The Grangers looked slightly unnerved by the amount of wizards in the room, or perhaps that was because Hermione had just went out and fought terrorists. Mrs. Weasley had her patented look of righteous frustration as she held Ron to her side, he was still in his armor.
His dad situated them onto the couch before conjuring a few snacks for Harry to eat. Harry knew the man wouldn't start talking until Harry was taken care of so he let the man conjure blankets and pillows from somewhere so that he was cradled in a way the put the least amount of strain on his pained body,
"There." He said. "Now we can start."
"Finally." Sirius said. "Are you sure you don't want to give him a crown?"
"Harry decided he doesn't like how Asgardian crowns look." His dad sniffed. "Although they do make him look very handsome."
"Dad."
"Right." He said. "Now where to begin…I suppose I could begin with my decision to become James and go from there? Yes that seems appropriate."
It was a story Harry had heard before, a story he had already told before. His dad spoke of his decision to become human and then everything that happened after, including Harry's arrival and their saving of Sirius. During his story the Order listened and managed to keep their reactions mostly to themselves. Harry spent most of his dad's monologue drinking the Asgardian tea his dad had conjured for him and studying Dumbledore. The older man looked strangely shaken, and his eyes were tense in the way that Harry knew meant he was suppressing physical pain.
He also wasn't looking at Harry.
No one else seemed to notice at how careful the headmaster was to look at Loki but not at Harry. Harry wanted the man to look at him. He wanted to look into those twinkling blue eyes and discover if there was any guilt in them. Did the man feel regret? Did he even care what Harry had gone through? But Dumbledore didn't give him that.
His mind went back to the quandary of what he wanted to do about Dumbledore and started rolling that over in his head again. Torture didn't sit right with him and it probably never would. But still he thought about all the pain, all the sorrow and loss, that Dumbledore had had a hand in and he wondered what could ever make that right? He was so furious with the man, he wanted him to hurt…didn't he?
No answers came to him and he was left with an odd taste on his tongue for his troubles.
"So…" His dad said. "That's that. Although, wait a moment, how did you discover the truth? I can't recall."
"Mum." Harry said licking his lips and taking control of the story. "Sirius had sent me a journal he'd found that belonged to my mum before the attack on the ministry. I read it and knew the truth. And I was so angry because I thought my dad had abandoned me and everyone else. I wanted answers. So I went to get them."
"Typical." Snape sneered. "You do realize Mr. Potter that running away to America without permission caused a panic amongst the Order and wasted precious resources on a man hunt?"
Harry remembered what his dad had told him about Occulmency and he felt a muscle in his jaw twitch as he looked the potions professor dead in the eyes.
"Well that's not my fault is it?" He snapped.
"Mr. Potter-"
"No. Shut up." Harry told the man. "No one in the Order gives a bloody damn about me during the summer. None of you do. You send me off to the Dursleys and then you forget about me for the next three months. Only Ron and Hermione ever write to me and that's only when you let them. How in the hell was I supposed to know you'd check up on me? It's not like any of you ever have before."
He saw out of the corner of his eye, Molly Weasley's stricken look and he couldn't even bring himself to feel guilty about it.
"In what world was I supposed to think that the Order would care about me now?"
"Surprisingly we have more things to be doing than catering to your every whim Potter."
"Do you really?" Harry said. "Cause I'm pretty damn sure that without me this entire rebellion is pointless."
"You arrogant, insolent-"
"Severus please do watch your tongue." His dad said, a smile in his voice that was the exact opposite of kind. "James might have been willing to forgive a slight or two but rest assured that Loki does not."
Before Snape could reply to that Jarvis interrupted to tell everyone that the food was here. Thor and Steve immediately volunteered to go get it, knowing that the insane volume of food would be far too heavy for a normal human to carry. Harry honestly felt a bit bad for the delivery guys. Harry elbowed his dad and gave him a look. He sighed and got up.
"I'll go get it." He said. "It'll be quicker if I do."
With that he teleported away in a plume of green, his typical way of moving about the tower.
"Look." Harry said. "I had to get answers and I got them. I've been here, with my dad, safe for the entire summer. I didn't think I had to tell any of you anything since none of you ever check up on me and none of you are my guardians. I don't need permission from any of you to do what I think is best for myself and I'm not going to let you bully me into thinking otherwise."
"But Harry, we were so worried!" Molly said.
"Were you worried when I went to my relatives to mourn Sirius all by myself?" Harry asked her, his voice gentle but stern. "Especially since we all knew that Tom Riddle has the power to possess me at anytime regardless of the blood wards? I could have been attacked by him every night and no one could have done anything for me since I was all alone."
She looked truly horrified then and Harry winced.
"I'm not trying to make you feel bad I'm just pointing out that I wasn't any safer with the Dursleys than I am anywhere else."
Asgard aside. Harry still didn't like to think about his time there, it made something in his heart prick and his throat would sometimes close up. He sniffed.
"I did what was right." Harry said. "And now we all know the truth. And we were able to save Sirius from the veil."
"As touching as this all is." Dumbledore said, finally looking at Harry. "I'm afraid that it can't be allowed to continue. Harry, the blood wards are failing, remaining away from your home any longer will destroy them completely."
Harry looked the man dead in the eyes. Unlike his father he wasn't glaring at the old man with a sense of terrifying divine wrath. Harry had no idea but in that moment he was glaring at Albus in a way only Lily Evans ever could. His dad returned almost silently, bags upon bags of food floating around him. Harry didn't look at him as he spoke to Dumbledore, his voice final and cutting.
"That is not my home. My dad is my home, not them."
And with that a protection Dumbledore had laid on him over 14 years ago shattered like stained glass. Harry expected to feel something, a loss of some sort. Part of him had wondered if the blood wards had been what allowed his mother's magic, her sacrifice to remain with him. His dad had told him that her magic was there, that Harry had been carrying it around all his life and he hadn't wanted to lose that.
But the blood wards had to go.
And go they did. Harry felt the magic crack and shatter into nothing but dust. He didn't feel different or empty. Nothing from within him slipped away. In fact, it felt like he'd just taken off a coat that didn't fit quite right.
"What have you done?" Dumbledore demanded as if he already didn't know.
"What I should have done years ago." Harry said before turning to his dad. His dad was staring at him, his eyes only slightly misty. Harry gave him a small smile from his position on the couch. "Is that Chinese I smell? Can I have the Orange Chicken dad?"
"I…yes." He said shaking himself. "Let's just set all of this out then."
"Without the blood wards you are at Tom's mercy." Dumbledore said.
"I already was." Harry said carelessly. "At least this way I get to be happy."
"But-"
"He made his decision Albus." His dad said. "And he's not going to change his mind on it. Besides you know just as well as I do that once someone has renounced a home blood wards will never function there again. I'm surprised they lasted as long as they did, even when I first met Harry I could sense those things were practically useless. Have they always been that weak?"
"Pretty much." Harry told his dad as his dad handed him the large white box filled with food. He didn't elaborate on why that was and his dad didn't ask why he felt no love for the people who had supposedly raised him in his place. Something Harry was eternally grateful for.
"Well then that's hardly much of a loss anyway. Don't look so glum Albus, I'm more than capable of protecting my son."
"Was he not severely injured in this last fight?" Snape asked, a sneer clear in his voice. His dad didn't even pause as he moved around handing out food to people. He acted as if he hadn't even heard Snape's question, which made a look of faint annoyance pass over his face. Harry lifted a hand to cover his smirk but not quick enough for Snape not to see it. "Taking after your father more than ever I see, Potter?"
"No." Harry said, his voice deceptively calm. "I'm taking after my mother."
Harry knew he didn't imagine the minute flinch in the man's dark eyes when Harry looked at him dead on. And suddenly Harry felt very powerful indeed. He held Snape's gaze demanding that he see him and not his father's ghost. For all that Harry loved his dad, and truly he did, he really wasn't much like his dad in most ways at all.
His dad, after all, was not interested in extending Dumbledore any form of mercy.
"My mother would never want me to live in a place I wasn't happy." Harry said firmly. "She sacrificed her life so that I could live, not so that I could suffer. I'm not going to dismiss her love for me by twisting her sacrifice into something that it wasn't. I'm not going back to the Dursleys and I'm not going to let the Order tell me what to do. I'm the one who has to defeat Tom Riddle and it's time I acted like it instead of a stupid kid that anyone can push around."
"The Order is the world's best shot at winning this war Potter." Mad-Eye Moody said.
"No, I am." Harry snapped. "That stupid prophecy is about me. Not any of you! The Order needs me way more than I need it. All this time you've treated me like an object to be locked away when you don't need me, like a trophy to wave around to the other side. No more! So, if you're not going to respect me and my family, then just leave. And do let the door hit you on the way out!"
They were gaping at him but Harry couldn't bother to feel embarrassed. He had just faced Voldemort and 50 American presidents all in one day. He wasn't going to let the Order bully him around anymore. He wasn't going to be bullied anymore.
"Well." The headmaster said. "What exactly do you wish from the Order then Mr. Potter?"
"I want to go to meetings. You're not going to hide things from me just because you think I'm a kid who shouldn't hear it. At this point I've fought Voldemort more times than pretty much anyone else in the world. I'm not innocent and I don't need to be protected from the truth." Harry said folding his arms. "If I'm not properly and regularly informed of things then I won't work with The Order. I won't let anyone on my side work with you either. I can work with my dad, the armies of Asgard, the Avengers, and probably the Americans just fine without any of you."
The headmaster looked around at the rest of the Order Members. Harry was aware that he'd hurt Mr. and Mrs. Weasley's feelings. He made a note to apologize to them later, to explain better. When the headmaster finally looked back at him, it was with something like defeat in his eyes.
"Very well Harry."
And that, was that.