AN: I do not own Harry Potter. Sorry for the delay, because this one took a while, and it's still short.
Meeting at the End of Fourth Year
Headmaster Albus Dumbledore was frustrated. He had thought that he knew what was heading the weird and mysterious forces of the "power he knows not" in Harry Potter's life, but from the report of someone in the Ministry who had been at the graveyard putting out the fire showed that there was something going on he didn't know. The answers he gained from Harry showed he was off track as well. To be honest, it kind of scared him. He had thought that the reason why Voldemort died the first time was because of his mother's sacrifice, but that whole conclusion seemed wrong.
Harry Potter had assumed too much control over the flames in his hands to be the case. He had not only burnt Dark Lord Voldemort to death twice, but he also had enough control over the flames in his hands to hold someone hostage. He was starting to use it less instinctively.
The fact that Harry Potter was following the prophecy in a way that was not the way he thought it should go was quite scary. It meant that his chessboard would have to be swapped around, as a pawn was no longer and was a larger piece instead.
However, that could wait as he had let the young man once more into his office.
Hmm, he could try...
"Harry, would you like a lemon drop?"
"No thanks, for I have just had a custard pudding."
"Yes, the disaster of mixing lemon and milk. Some like the flavour despite how it curdles, but some don't. How have you been?"
"I have been fine, Headmaster. Cedric has become even closer since the third task."
"I can understand the continued closeness of being brothers-in-arms for even a brief amount of time."
"Thank you, Headmaster."
"Now, my boy, I have something to say that is a little... troubling. Your abilities with fire are unique, and could be as feared as your abilities in Parseltongue."
"I haven't been doing anything Dark, Professor, honest!"
"I am not sure. However, I would not really mention this ability around the castle or to your friends, because I fear that that people would assume it was."
"Is it because it is unique like Parseltongue?"
"Exactly. People fear what they do not know."
Harry sighed, "I understand. It's like my relatives and magic."
"Exactly, my boy."
"So I really am emancipated?"
"Harry, my boy, to me this is an unfortunate circumstance for you. I would have rather you lived with your relatives, but because of your emancipation you do have the opportunity to change houses for yourself."
Harry grinned.
"Are you sure you do not want to go back to your relatives, my boy?"
"Thank you, but my plans are fine."
"Very well. See you in September, Harry."
"Thank you, sir," answered Harry cheerfully. He said a cheerful "see you, sir" as he headed out the door to go meet his friends.