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The blue eyes of the headmaster looked over at Harry. "Oh Harry, this is all my fault." He sighed and asked what was wrong again. Harry didn't answer. He let his hands fall from his head. Harry's chest was still rising and falling fast as he was on the verge of a panic attack.
"I thought that woman was bad news." Dumbledore made a tsk sound.
"Thought! THOUGHT!" Harry exclaimed. "I AM JUST NOW REMEMBERING THAT MY GODFATHER IS PROBABLY DEAD BECAUSE I GOT COUGHT AND WAS TORTURED!" A fit of coughs broke out. Harry raised his arm to his mouth and when he pulled it back away there was some blood trickling down his sleeve and the corner of his mouth. "You don't get to *cough* come in here and pretend to feel bad and act like you know what is going *cough* on!"
"Harry, Sirus was never at the ministry. That was a trick, Voldemort wanted you to see that." Harry went numb. It felt so real, was Sirius safe?
"Go. Go away. I SAID GO!" Harry lashed out. He needed to think about this. He really went through all of that for nothing. Now he could only remember so many things. Harry felt so close to breaking, and to help with everything, flashes of the Dursley's started darting across his eyes. Talking about eyes… "In case you forgot Dumbledore, I also have concluded that I am blind in an eye, I don't know how or why, and don't care. But because Snape never taught me real occlumency, I am now going to have to deal with this!" Tears were building up in his white and stunningly green eyes. The twinkle was lost in Dumbledore's old eyes.
Albus took a step back. "My boy, you don't know the whole story." Harry scoffed.
"Of course I damn well don't know the whole story! The last damn thing I remember is lying there, on the floor in pool of my own blood as I felt my FREAKING MIND BREAKING! THE PAIN OF MY BONES BREAKING AS WHITE-HOT KNIVES STABBED ME, WITH MY HEAD POUNDING AS I WAS WATCHING VOLDEMORT KILL SIRUS!" Harry yelled. Poppy came back into the room. She was looking from Albus to Harry.
"Headmaster, I think it is time for you to leave." She scurried over and lightly started pushing Dumbledore out. "I will talk to you in my office, Albus." She spoke calmly.
"Harry, you don't understand my boy, but as Poppy here is insistent, I will talk to you when you are ready." Dumbledore sighed. Harry scrunched up his face. Dumbledore didn't get to just pretend to care about him when he had been ignoring him all flipping year! He comes and acts like he understands, he doesn't know what it is like to have all of your worst memories come gushing back into his head, Dumbledore doesn't know anything that Harry is feeling! Dumbledore simply walked to Madam Pomfrey's office. Harry slumped back and wiped his wet cheeks with his clean sleeve. When he was alone and the wing was quiet, Harry let go. He cried harder than ever had. His hurt body was raking with sobs. All the while Harry put a hand up to his left eye. He relished the slight pain that came from the touch.
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A/N: Please review! (Still sorry this is short! Chapters will get longer!) Harry is awake! Next chapter Snape will come back!
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