THE SHADOW OF ALL THINGS (Harry potter fan-fiction)

[Guy Fawkes]

"The times they are changing"

EPISODE 1- In The Beginning

Voices echo through a hollow room in a medieval french castle...

"He, is not one of us!" snarled a sinister voice hidden behind a black pristine cloak.

"That much is obvious...boy", Growled the figure sitting directly across from him, draped in what looked like thousands of robes of the exact same color as his counterpart, each layer slightly lighter then the former. The room seemed to be drowned in French decor and stretched on forever; at least it seemed so to the naked eye. Though the room was eloquent and madly beautiful, it lacked life.

The once cherry wood seemed decades old in fact the only thing that reviled luster was the chairs that sprouted from the very ground beneath them and the slightly older man that sat across from the "impatient one" a name he'd earned from his grandfather when he was just a child, although he loathed it, he recognized it as appropriate. "The impatient one" unconsciously let his eyes wonder upward, his head belonging to a bow beforehand.

The older man chuckled lightly, "In due time…" allowing his dark orbs for eyes to roll upwards, as if mocking the man that sat before him, until they rested on the majestic crown that resided on the top of his head.

"Uh...so what do YOU...? Propose we do old man?" whispered the younger man, in defeat and contempt.

"You know…that thing that metaphorically kills all youth "said the older man almost laughing hysterically, yet somehow remaining immensely graceful. When he finally noticed the younger man's bewilderment, he sighed and said. "We wait..."

In between places...

"Where am I?...Pot-Potter!" screamed a brave and yet terrified voice, submerged in the darkness of death. "Potter! Someone...Help me...Please...I don't know what to do...I'm...I'm lost...What...What is that BLOODY noise?" frantically questioned a terrified voice trapped in complete darkness...

"We have the answer to all your fears, Its short it's simple its crystal clear, its round about And it's somewhere here! Lost among our winnings." Replied a choir of soft voices, their voices reverberating through the dark, musky...Place in response to the dire question of the former voice.

Number 4 Private Dr.

The raven haired boy awoke in cold sweats and warm tears. Wasn't it enough that Voldemort was torturing him due to his cursed scar his entire life (life to harry didn't really begin until his eleventh birthday)Now he was having real night terrors. What unseen force hated him such, that it had the audacity to torture him in his slumber, as Harry sat up he bit his lower lip in anger and frustration as if he was actually trying to figure out such a conundrum. To Harry astonishment his entire shirt was sticking to him. After only a week of being cooped up and forgot about, having seriously disturbed night terrors that had nothing to do with Tom, Harry was beginning to go barmy.

" At least Riddle's got the stones to face me!" harry bellowed with such volume and hate he wouldn't be surprised if his lungs where bleeding internally. The next morning Harry awoke early, truthfully he'd tried to get back to sleep a little while after his frantic dreamscape, but was utterly unsuccessful.

Harry decided back on the "express" that he would do little to annoy the Dursleys so he made his way to the kitchen as to prepare breakfast for the whole lot of them. By the time harry was finished, the Dursleys had already made their way to the kitchen with obscure faces. "Sausages, bacon, baked beans, toast, eggs, I'm going for a walk" stated harry all at once, not even acknowledging their presence, leaving no room for argument...or so he thought.

"Oui! And what was that ruckus earlier? You gave your aunt a real scare you ingrate…You know if it wasn't for those freaks you call a social circle I would…" Vernon never got to finish his sentence. Harry walked over to him until he was an inch away from his nose "You 'gonna eat that?" Harry chuckled merrily, relishing in his uncle's obvious discomfort.

"Who am I kidding as if you care for health" Harry said sarcastically never allowing his eyes to veer from his massive target, while he apprehended his uncle's slice of honey dew, before he strutted out the door he sneered at him and his pathetic excuse for a family. But before he could even make it past the foyer, a terrifying scream echoed through Little Whinging.

Harry retrieved his wand out of the back of his jeans, (screw what people thought of such ah hiding place, muggle's placed their weapons there, and it looked extremely cool to Harry) and forced himself through the door despite his higher conscious pleading for him to remain within the safety of Private Dr. Harry immediately knew something was wrong it was…still, cold, and to quiet for his liking. "Harry is that Ms. Figg? Flying!" Harry didn't need to turn around to know that the shadow he had been oblivious to (due to the scream) shakily posted behind him was Dudley.

"BLOODY HELL! What are those things around her?" cried Dudley. Harry simply could not believe what he was seeing his fresh honey dew fell to the ground as he noticed that…he'd been noticed.

"Shite" Whispered Harry. "No not HARRY! Please take me! TAKE ME! NOT HARRYYYY! PLEASE!" Suppressed screams of that horrible Halloween night slowly penetrated Harry's mind, he couldn't have been standing there for long, although it seemed like an eternity. He felt numb all over, no, that's not true, he felt…Hopeless, not sad, not miserable, simply...Hopeless. His eyes glazed over, he hadn't even noticed he dropped his wand and was now face down in the gutter of Private Dr., an inch away from being flogged (kissed) by one of Azkaban finest. "Oh Dodders no!"

"Leave 'em alone you ****ing FREAK!" Dudley cried with tears streaming down his check, throwing his body into the dark figure only to fall to the pavement next to Ms. Figg's motionless figure, Harry snapped out of his stupor at the sight of Dudley's impending death and Petunia's shriek of horror. Before Harry could find his wand, or reach his feet, he felt something massive rush past him bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Harry fought his daze just in time to see Vernon shakily drop bullets out of fear, only to fall to the grown in an attempt to reload his chrome revolver.

Harry hadn't noticed before but they sky was darker then the crudest oil any Arabian could cultivate, swimming with the dark souls that desired one's worst memories. Harry was overwhelmed, he could barely breath, it was already over and it didn't take Voldemort to finish him off, like that fool of a so called "seer" Trelawney thought.

"Take it!" pleaded Petunia eyes inflamed and puffy arm outstretched with a wand in her hand, Harry snatched it without further ado spun on his hill forcing his mind to locate his most precious memory, to no avail the darkness knew him well and desired his soul. Just when it seemed all was lost, Harry could hear Dudley's screams...of anger! Not fear, but anger! Then to his astonishment Petunia grabbed his hand and wailed "Please do something Harry" that was the first time she'd used his name with such somberness.

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" Roared Harry with all the force he could muster. Although the spell was extremely advance for a sixth year, it was not his first corporeal patronus, and if he ever landed himself in such situation again he prayed it was not his last. Since professor Lupin had taught him the spell he'd performed it well, but he'd never faced this many dementors before, it's as if they were waiting for something, until prongs emerged in all of his glory…No not prongs, stags don't have wings.

To Harry's amazement a valiant avian with the body of a lion attacked his cousin and uncle tormentors first, before he took to the skies and rid them of their comrades. Once the deed was done the majestic beast roared with triumph and vaporized, now that his attention could be diverted Harry noticed petunia hand shaking uncontrollably along with her silent whimpers.

There was a knock at the door, Harry half stood in preparation to answer it, only to realize for the first time he hadn't been order too, he turned to his uncle Vernon who sat across the room facing the fireplace. Before he could reach his full height, an owl gushed out of the tendrils of the fire directly into Harry Potter's chest still ah flame; Harry quickly patted the embers out, and snatched the letter before the bird could flee.

"It's from the ministry" Harry stated aloud to anybody that was listening, naturally petunia and Vernon was unresponsive (a legion of dementors usually has that effect on people, let alone muggle's).

"'Bout ruddy time it's almost been an hour! I'm surprised the bobby's-", Dudley rant was cut short by another knock at the door, this time much more aggressive.

"Lupin…"

"Harry! You're ok! What happen? Dumbledore Said you broke the underage...whose wand is that? You're so pale!". Remus carried a panicked look upon his face; one of utter sincerity, but Harry James Potter was "the chosen one "wasn't he? Harry bit his bottom lip closed his eyes and pointed the unfamiliar wand directly in the face of one of his late parent's most trusted friend's, the last of the original marauders (he'd come to think of himself, the Weasly lot, 'mione, Neville and even Luna as the next generation per say)

"The first time me and Remus Lupin meet he offered me something, what was it?" commanded Harry with sharp unrelenting eyes.

"Well technically it was a toy broom, but you already had one, a better one, courtesy's of your dad, so I chucked it and bought you some Jonesy nipples (nipple's for baby bottles) instead, you see their magical and don't ruin like the muggle type your mother was using-" Lupin quickly jumped to the point, noticing Harry was growing agitated by the nano-second. "A piece of chocolate because the dementors…"

Remus eyes grew wide with worry. "That's why you're so pale" Remus whispered, now looking towards the sky and their nearest surroundings, while reaching in his pocket and handing his inherited godson a piece of chocolate. Harry lowered his wand, drew in ah sigh of relief, and pulled Remus into ah brief hug. "That bad aye?" said Remus with a forced smile.

Harry led Remus into the family room, to Harry's surprise Dudley was alone, cleaning the smudges of ash from the carpet, courtesy of the ministry's pet, he spared Harry and Remus a quick glance and stated he's going to take a shower, and would need to talk to Harry whenever he was felling up to it.

"Remus there had to be over two hundred of those bloody things; I thought I was ah goner for sure but then…" Harry trailed off lowering his emerald eyes to gawk at the olive wand in his hand. Harry recited the entire event to Lupin, who seemed to be at a loss for words and was growing more nervous with every word Harry spoke. "Remus why do I feel like you're not telling me something and why hasn't any of those Obliviator blokes come yet? It's been hours!"

"Harry things are bad, everywhere, Voldemort has been very eventful this past week, and today was certainly no exception." Remus started in ah baritone and ended in a whisper, with his forearms on his thighs and his eyes studying the spotless floor.

"You know I like my meat bloody raw Remus" Harry said reassuringly with ah pinch of sarcasm.

"You know, it's almost scary how much you remind me of your father sometime's" uttered Lupin "Although that was more Serious if anything". Before Lupin could go into detail about the weeks past events, there was ah crash from the kitchen, followed by all too familiar whimpers.

"Aunt Petunia? Is everything ok…" called Harry, but his only response was continues whimpers. "Aunt Petunia? It's over, their all gone now, I can assure you" Harry exclaimed, entering the kitchen with Lupin on his hills.

"You didn't even ask me where I got it from…That…Wolf is wrong; you're so much more like her…" Sputtered Petunia, in-between sobs with her back towards Harry and "that wolf".

"You! Will address Lupin by his name or not at all", spat Harry with little volume but plenty anger, so much so, petunia quit sobbing and forced herself to face the demon she created with her neglectful ways.

"Dudley only knows what he learned from me…And his father, I refuse to apologize to you, 'cause I know in my heart it will never be enough", petunia exhaled and continued. "That stick use to be mine, when yours fell in the gutter, and you fell to the pavement I knew it was the only way…Before she could continue Harry interjected.

"You're ah witch? No…There's no way…"

"Blimey does that mean I'm a freak too!" Murmured Dudley from the stairs, his voice riddled with excitement.

 

[Noni]

Great FF man !!
Keep working at them !

 

[Guy Fawkes]

Great FF man !!
Keep working at them !

thanks ^.^

(fanfic)

"Don't criticize what you can't understand"

EPISODE 2-THE LIGHT OF DAY

"Dodders..." whispered Petunia, her face whiter then nearly-headless-Nick. "I was a silly little girl! I hated my sister because she was prettier, smarter, cleverer, more then I could ever hope to be". "What's worst was she was my…sister, there was no way to escape all the praise my parents gave her" Petunia sobbed hysterically.

"I knew if I attend that institution, it would be just the same. She wanted me to go so badly, and I almost did, but then a thought occurred to me; With her gone most of the year, I could practically have my parents to myself! My friends to myself! My life to myself!" Petunia stopped for a brief second, obviously willing herself to go on.

"Of course it was only after we visited that alley, and that old man with those weird eyes, that I came to a decision. You see my wand simply spat sparks, while hers…hers spat flames…FLAMES!". Petunia pleaded as she eyed her only son, who made his way inside the galley; and was now gawking at her as was Harry and Lupin.

After Aunt Petunia's bag of confessions Remus decided it was time to depart. "Accio phoenix wand" Harry muttered threw the open window in his bedroom. "If you're going to say something now would be the time, I'm leaving for the Burrow". Harry said indifferently.

"Is Mrs. Figg okay? I mean when we took her home she was hardly moving at all, yea?" Dudley said staring off into space. This was not the response Harry was expecting, but then again nothing that day made any since.

"I honestly don't know She wasn't kissed, I mean I don't think she was, if she had been kissed she wouldn't have been moving at all seeing as though her soul would be…gone, besides, I'm sure she was the one who contacted the order".

"But she wasn't moving…" Dudley said more to himself then to Harry. "And your friend was adamant about seeing her off to see if she was okay" Dudley argued now standing to his feet.

"It's true it took the ministry hours to send me that letter, but the order is usually more tactful then they are, although I did receive the subpoena before the visit from Lupin. Nothing is making any sense…I'm positive something has happened on a grand scale, which means she was the only one left able to stand watch seeing as though she's a squib and all, and can't do much regarding warring wizard factions and such. Which explains why it took so long, I'm sure it took her awhile to regain consciousness. If she wasn't kissed, and I cant see how if it was her who contacted the order, she came close. Had I known it was only her I would have tried contacting the order myself. Don't you remember last year at the park…?" Harry was rudely interrupted.

"Obviously I didn't mention that for a reason you wanker! Dudley spat furiously, but before Harry could respond he continued his rant. "I know you didn't have to save my life, it's not like I've given you any reason too, have I? But let's get this straight! I'm no bloody coward!" Dudley announced sounding like he half expected Harry to scream otherwise. But Harry simply stood there utterly speechless, sort of eager to see where this outburst was headed.

"I use to kick her cats when I could, and yet last summer, at that god-forsaking park, she helped save my bloody life…" Dudley babbled, staring off into space once more. Harry cleared his throat as he prepared to address this enigmatic situation.

"It's called a wizards debt, I suppose that's why you felt so compelled to attack a Dementor…physically" snickered Harry, while he opened Hedwig's cage. Upon Its advent The divine avian began to circle around Dudley, who ducked, no doubt suspecting it to drop owl pellets on him when in fact to his and Harry's amazement; The bird took refuge on the boy's broad shoulder's something it had never done previously. "So you think I'm…Like you…Special?" Dudley asked eyeing the bird suspiciously out of his peripheral vision. "Well…Apparently this used to be you're mothers". Harry chortled in disbelief, eyeing the olive colored wand for the third time that day.

"Harry? I hate to be a nuisance, but we are a bit behind on schedule. And I have no desire to be here once the ministry officials finally decide to show their face." Remus stated in an exasperated tone. Harry guessed that aunt Petunia had seriously gotten under his skin, at least more so then he was letting on. Harry simply nodded and tossed the olive branch like wand towards Dudley, before motioning Hedwig to the window pane.

"I'll see you soon girl, and wreak havoc on 'mione and "Bilius" until I get there. Lousiest mates if there ever was any." Harry stated to his beloved familiar, before kissing her head and setting her free. Harry thought dark thoughts to himself; No one had written him since he arrived at the hell hole the Dursely called a home, leaving him even more lonely than usual. Harry tried not to think about it much, but the death of his godfather clang to him with every breath he took.

It may sound a bit sadistic, but Harry was thankful that the worst memory's the Demntors managed to bring to the forefront of his mind was those he could not remember on his own, rather than the fresh death of one Serious Black or Cedric Diggory "The Valiant" his tomb stone read at least that's what a 'puff told Hermione. Harry wanted to believe it, because he knew it to be absolutely true.

Lupin shrank Harry's luggage and placed it neatly in his coat pocket, before he exited the front door with Harry in his stead. "Boy" Grunted Uncle Vernon in a forced tone at the foot of the stairs. Before Harry could retort he spat "Thank you" and wobbled into the kitchen. Harry stood in the doorway in shocked, before a skinny shadow at the height of the stairs caught his eye.

"Mom?" Dudley asked unseen, apparently startlingly his mother from behind, before rushing downstairs to hand Harry a brown paper bag. "What's this dodder's?" Harry asked, with a vivid sneer mounted on his face. But Dudley simply turned around and ran back up stairs without so much as a goodbye, not that Harry ever expected his cousin to say such caring words but then again on this day it seemed anything was possible.

"Harry I think it best if we re-framed from telling the others about the events that took place earlier, Dumbledore has his hand full, we should wait to consult him." Stated Lupin, while he and Harry walked along the dirt road that lead to the Burrow, which sat right out side of Ottery St. Catherpol. Harry simply nodded his head, his mental somewhere else entirely. They believe the wisest thing to do is to keep him unaware of all the Orders ordeals, now he knew what Sireious must have felt, which gave him a new found hate for Snape, which Harry didn't believe possible.

Before he knew it they were right outside of the Burrow's door's. Lupin knocked trice, before the door was answered by Mr. Weasly, his wand pointed directly at Lupin's chest. Before could say anything though, Lupin carefully stated "Trust Harry, he's our last hope".

Harry laughed in disdain, catching Arthur's attention. "Harry! It's so good to see you lad! Come in! Come in!" Mr. Weasley laughed with excitement lowering his wand, and pulling him into a hug and a hand shake after regarding Lupin with the same mannerism.

As soon as Harry walked over the threshold he was greeted by a multitude of bushy brown hair and an extremely tight embrace, from none other then Hermione Granger. "Oh Harry" grinned Hermione finally relasing him, allowing him to observe his sournding's. " I did not no 'zis gurl fanzee 'arry I siposse Rita Skiteer was correct no? in her allegations"stated a familiar voice submerged in a Depp familiar french accent.

Hermione's face turned immediately red and obviously livid. Harry let his almond shaped eyes scan the room until they landed on Ron, who's face was the exact same color as Hermione's but more embarrassed then angry. Maybe a year ago Harry would have been embarrassed(not as much as Ron)but this Harry who watched Sirius Black fall through the veil only week's before, found Fleur Delacour obnoxious face and chortled.

"Mom is it okay if 'Mione Harry and I went upstairs for a bit" Ron asked, once he finally gathered his composer, it seemed to Harry that his best mate had some what matured (and grew several inches as well) some what since his short week's absence. "Actually.."

Harry said in disdain, walking around Hermione as if she wasn't there. "I was hopeing for some of Mrs. Weasly Famous Onion soup." said Harry addressing Mrs. Weasley who was waiting for her turn to tell him how skinny and tall he'd gotten, even if it was only ah couple weeks ago since he'd seen her last at platform nine and three quarters. "Here you are dear" Said Mrs. Weasley

in her motherly voice, it had been obvious to Harry since his first summer at the Burrow after his first year at Hogwarts, that lived to take care of her children. It was the little thing's he missed growing up, the little things he yearned for secretly, and it seemed Mrs. Weasley understood that better then most, witch he really appreciated.

"So is any one going to tell me what's been going on, or are you still going with the silly notion, that I'm to fragile to know the inn's and out's?" demanded Harry in a sarcastic fashion, with out taking his attention from his soup, and rather enjoying it. He seemed to almost have an answer when Fred opened his mouth with a said grin, only to be scolded with a death glare from Mrs. Weasley.

George must not have noticed this unspoken understanding(or chose not to) for he opened his mouth as well and manged to say " Well Harry..." before Mr. Weasley shook his head in a disappointed manner. Everyone shifted in there seats uncomfortably, seeing as though he had little inclination towards Hermione and Ron, and he wanted nothing to do with the small talk that was circulating around the room, upon finishing his soup Harry made his way to the door with no intention of returning.

"Harry!" he heard Ron say right before he exited, but he ignored him. "screw Dumbledore and his bloody order" Harry snarled out loud once he was outside, positive that they all heard him.

He had been behind the Weasley's broom shed for well over an hour letting his inner (anger)thoughts soak. Although dementors had tried to snuff 'em of his soul, although Ms. Figg almost lost her own because of him( he was still trying to figure out how she dodged that bullet), although he'd found out that his ridicules excuse for an aunt had actually been a witch this entire time, and although it wasn't really safe to be outside of the Burrow period, Harry felt it was well worth it if it meant he could gaze amongst the summer sky without being confined like some…bird.

Right on cue, Hedwig swept down and landed on Harry's lap hooting excitedly. "Funny, I was just thinking of you girl, did you give 'em hell for me?" Harry said in a sinister tone, in an attempt to hide his guilt about the mental simile he'd made just seconds before her coincidental arrival. As he was scratching the back of Hedwigs head a box of band-ades landed on Harry's lap, he'd never seen anything so "muggle like" around the Weasley estate with the exception of Mr. Weasley's automobile parts. Harry looked up in agitation, knowing that who ever it was desired a civil conversation, one he was not up for at the moment.

"What do you want "Bilius?" spat Harry, anger emitting from the very pit of his stomach.

"I told every one that I wouldn't tell you any thing, well the grown-up's anyway" said Ron twitting his finger's nervously, and studying the ground similar to Lupin back at Number four Private Dr.

" I don't know what to say Harry I liked him so much, he kind of reminded me of what we would be like once.." Ron's eye's stretched a bit, and then he swallowed the frog in his throat. "If we ever reached his age, When I finally recovered from those injury's all the memories of that night keep stirring in my mind, Hermione think's it's a serious side effect, all I know is the more I try to ignore them the more they torture me."

Although he was still angry at him, Harry couldn't help but stare at his best mate, Ronald Weasley wasn't exactly known for his sensitive side, in fact, how he always bombed out with Hermione it begged the question weather or not he'd ever develop one. No, this is no ploy Harry thought to himself. "I shouldn't have been there, I was more of a hassle then anything, I could have had you all killed! Ginny was there, and I couldn't help her, what if…" Ron stopped, fighting back the rebellion of his tears.

"I was a fool, Neville, Neville showed his worth Harry, he should be your best mate, he was there when you needed him most, why that wretched hat placed me in Gryffindor I'll never know!" Ron said turning around suddenly rushing away so that Harry wouldn't have to witness his thick headed best mate weep. But not before Harry caught wind of the many bandages on his finger's.

All the anger Harry was harboring slowly seeped into guilt, guilt for not realizing that he wasn't the only one who'd come to now Serious, rather come to adore Padfoot. So selfish he had been to really think that Ron had totally forgot about him, in hind sight it seemed so childish and foolish but he couldn't say the same for what Ron was felling. Those "brains" that nearly suffocated him mere week's ago temporarily relived him of reasoning, madam Pomfry and the healers at St. Mangos said that it prematurely disrupted Ron's equilibrium or something like that, basically the bloke was chemically imbalanced.

There was nothing he could have done, Harry knew that, but he wondered if Ron knew he knew that. Harry thought in depth as he continued to scratch Hedwig's head, he watched as she spread her amazing wings and took flight in the now indigo sky, when he awoke earlier that day he hadn't expected it to turn out like this, he chortled out loud and mentally thought, such is life( For Harry James Potter that is).

Poor 'ol Jim is white as ah ghost, he's found the answer that we've lost, were all weeping just because…There aint nothing we could do to P-R-O-T-E-C-T Y-O-U.

"Harry, is that you? You don't belong here, there's nothing you can do. Go, before you get lost mate."

"Harry?" came another voice from a far distance, or so it seemed. But now that he'd focused on the newcomer he'd lost-"Harry? Wake up child." this time the voice seemed more familiar he'd finally succumb to its commands. "Why Wulfric is that you?" Said Harry an a nasty tone as he finally forced his eye's open.

"Yes Harry, it is I" said Albus Dumbledore in a caring voice. Eyeing Harry carefully. The light shined in through the window of the broom shed, funny thing is Harry couldn't remember how he got there. Then another person became apparent as his eye's adjusted to the room.

"Who are you?" Harry asked the figure standing in the corner of the shed, which Harry had become familiar with due to spending many summer's at the burrow, and Ron's reluctance to stay in there to long because the place held the biggest spider's the Burrow could offer.

The man; no, the boy Harry noticed while still adjusting his eyes was rather short but not stocky he was more lean if anything, his features were well defined his completion was somewhat of a bronze like tone, his hair was the most apparent of all of his assets; It seemed to sway like the sea on a full moon, in an unfelt breeze that Harry knew could not exist in a closed-off stuffy shed such as the one they were in. It was kinkily, and darker then the charcoal Uncle Vernon used to grill with on holidays , he possessed long coals that didn't drop like lee's dreadlock but sort of stood up, it looked untamed similar to a lions mane, what ever image this newcomer was trying to portray totally worked. His antenna like hair was fascinating to say the least. His tendrils reminded him of that Greek monster Medusa, but his hair was less sinister and more…compelling…hypnotic…entrancing.

The boy contorted his face in ah feral grin, he then walked over to Dumbledore's right side, and handed him what appeared to be a pepper up potion, before making his way to the door of the shed.

"Some where in the water, I see it swimming, where is my mind…" The boy sang in a light raspy tone, as he exited the shed. Harry then turned his attention back to his headmaster, with a probing stare.

"So tell me Harry, how is it that you received a letter of expulsion from the ministry regarding underage magic?" Asked Dumbledore with a exasperated twinkle in his eye. Harry simply looked him in the eye and said "I owe you no explanation's old man".