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"When things start to make sense, we start to die. Ignorance is bliss"
EPISODE 3-I AM YOU'RE BIG BROTHER!
Dumbledore stared at Harry as if he was looking directly into his soul, something he did often, something that often irritated Harry to no end's. "Will you stop that?" Spat Harry in agitation whipping away the beads of sweat on his forehead, then is when he noticed his shirt was soaked with his sweat like the previous night at the Dursley's.
Dumbledore had noticed also. "It seems you had a rough night my dear boy" said Dumbledore ignoring Harry's previous comment and confirming his suspicion. Harry bit back a retort, and instead stood shakily to his feet knocking over several old racing brooms.
"One must admire their admiration for the sport, although Mr. Ronald Weasley's support of the Chudley Cannons baffle's even a mind as witty as my own." Chortled Dumbledore airily pointing out Harry's clumsiness. Harry glared at him obviously upset with his headmaster, although he had a weird sensation to giggle.
"Harry, everyone has been looking for you every since yesterday evening", Said Dumbledore eyeing him with a fond curiosity. "After you're brief conversation with Mr. Ronald Weasley, it seems you abruptly disappeared. These people care for you a great deal Harry as well as I, it is unfair and unjust for you to wonder about like this with out notifying anyone-"
Harry could fill his anger boiling in the pit of his stomach again and this time found it was far to difficult to deny it's hunger. " I understand you're like ah thousand year's old and all, yea, but BOG OFF! What part of I don't owe you any explanation didn't you understand, I am not apart of you're CRUMBY ORDER YOU TWAT! I am the chosen one right?! It's not up to you what I decide to do, I am the one he fear's most, not you! FOR NEITHER CAN LIVE WHILE THE OTHER SURVIVES YEA?!" Said Harry his face redder then a pomegranate seed; veins popping out of his neck , tears swelling in his eyes, his hand's shaking vigorously.
"Harry" Dumbledore begin taking a step forward with a sad vacant look in his eye. "No, NO! Don't you come near me, I don't trust you, I almost died yesterday! DIED! And were where you?! The supposed leader of the light: The all powerful Dumbledore, YOU'RE LATE HEROIC'S, AND SWEET WORDS AREN'T ENOUGH ANYMORE! Harry wailed, allowing spit to spew from his mouth.
"He has a legion of dementor's in his grasp, I don't even know how I managed to survive such an ordeal unscathed yet hear I am, wear as for Mrs. Figg, she almost died because of me! BECAUSE OF YOU'RE ORDER!" Harry continued, on the verge of tears, this situation felt very familiar, it was only ah couple week's ago he was throwing Dumbledore's prized positions around like Fanged Frissbee's. "And Sirius, Sirius gave you-" "That's what I want to talk to you about Harry." Said Dumbledore, rather fast almost with a plea in his eye's. " Sirius has left you everything"
"But I hate that bloody house, so did Sirius." Harry said barely whispering after Dumbledore had informed him of his inheritance. "I am quit aware of that Harry, I knew Sirius Black for quit sometime, long before he was drafted into Gryffindor His exploits reached me through the grape vein: such as challenging his uncle Cygnus's black to a wizarding duel at the tender age of nine, because he believed he was abusing his older cousin Andromeda." Dumbledore said recollecting with a vivid smile on his face. "But sir-" Harry said, before he could catch his self.
Dumbledore eye's twinkled knowingly. Harry sighed, disappointed at how easily he was swayed, but decided to continue. "I thought wizards aren't allowed to carry wand's until age eleven" Harry questioned, whipping his forehead once more. Again Dumbledore took notice to this.
"Fascinating topic Harry but we have more pertinent matter's to attend-" " why didn't you tell me she was a witch" Harry hissed, implying Mrs. Figg refusing Dumbledore control of the conversation, eyeing him dangerously. The old man placed his hands behind his back, unable to look Harry in the eye.
"There are many thing's that I have done in your best interest Harry which you may not understand just yet. But this particular secret was not mine to tell, for who am I to reveal such information. With great power comes great responsibility, unfortunately this statement has become a renowned cliché, although it does not dilute it's depth at all my dear boy." Said Dumbledore the twinkle falling from his eye.
"Is that a round about way of telling me, you aren't going to tell me anything?" Harry asked with anger lingering on ever syllable. Dumbledore closed his eye's as If contemplating his next step, as soon as he opened his mouth to speak Harry interjected once more. "So what happened to your arm sir." Said Harry with a sadistic sneer printed on his face, he couldn't help but fell overjoyed that the old man had some sort of weakness, it meant that he wasn't as great as he seemed , it meant that he had no right to control Harry's life(at least it did to Harry).
The "chosen one" had faced unbeatable odds since his birth, and was as healthy as a proverbial horse, as far as he knew, this old fart had only battled some want to be dark lord named "Grinwald" who was obviously nothing compared to his successor. Excluding his spat with Voldemort at the ministry, Harry had faced Voldemort four times before then and one of those times he was only a year old.
Albus Dumbledore facial expression immediately turned grave, when did Harry become so…dark, the headmaster thought to himself, the sneer on his face could easily be mistaken for evil, it's as if he wished Dumbledore misfortune. Had it come to this? Had he alienated the boy to such an extent that his anger and hatred was becoming the better of him? One thing Dumbledore knew for sure, this was not the first time a boy who never knew his parents glared at him with such malice.
"Are you going to cry?" Asked Harry, his expression softening. Yes he was angry, yes he was frustrated, but the sight of the Headmaster was very unsettling. Truthfully, he didn't think anything he said would affect old blighty, apparently he was wrong. Dumbledore smiled, cursing himself internally, how could he be so quick to judge the son of Lilly and James, Oh James: He wasn't exactly known for his manners, and when his temper flared only his fellow marauder's and Lily of course could ever calm his nerves. The thought that only Harry's closet friends could cajole him into an easy state, conjured a crashing wave of nostalgia seeing as though only James closet friends could do the same in his case. While some of his fondest memories of the Marauders misdeeds at Hogwarts competed for his reverie Dumbledore held up his arm, as if just realizing its sick state.
"In due time Harry everything will become clear." stated the Headmaster with a widespread grin on his face as if the previous moment hadn't taken place. " This year, will be one for the ages , I will be teaching you privately" said Dumbledore a bit grandiose, still acknowledging his doomed arm.
Harry's mouth gaped admittedly.
" But as for know, that's neither here, nor there, you're owls should be here any moment. Would you mind explaining to Molly how deeply sorry I am to deprive her of fattening me up ah bit, but I would much rather avoid any other inquiries concerning this…breath taking appendage." Dumbledore said merrily leading Harry out the broom shed into the morning glory of the sun.
"Harry!" screamed Ron with a mouth full of porridge, nearly chocking, trying to swallow the searing hot dish as Harry walked over the threshold and into the kitchen.. Harry couldn't help but snicker, although Sirius was dead, although Bellatrix Lestrange was his murder, although he'd just dodge death "AGAIN" the previous evening, something's would never change. Thank god.
It was so very early, Ron was the only soul up and about, which was awkward seeing as though he was never the first one to wake( excluding "his" birthday, and Christmas of course). Hermione entered the kitchen with a look of absolute aloofness.
"Listen-" said Harry sitting down across from them, only to be waved off by Ron. "Its ok mate we under-" Ron wasn't allowed to speak either because Hermione immediately cut him off. " Speak for you self Ronald, I'm not fond of being made a fool of, especially when the individual is supposed to be my very best friend" Hermione said blowing her spoon full of porridge in a nonchalant manner, still not acknowledging Harry with her eye's. "Mione-" Ron began in a pleading tone, only to receive a cold stare from his proximity infatuation.
"I see you two have gotten closer" said Harry with a ferial grin. "Don't you try and change the subject Harry Potter!" Hermione snapped finally looking(glaring)at him, with roseate checks. Ron sat there continuing to eat his dish, with a satisfied looked planted on his face.
Harry decided to prematurely adopt his friend satisfaction, Hermione acknowledge him by name, which meant most was forgiven. Harry explained all that had happened the following evening, ignoring there sadden expression and look of utter horror which then morphed into anger towards the order and there tactlessness(this mostly came from Hermione).
"so what's been happening? I mean why wasn't there hefty guard around Little Whinging?" Harry asked coming out of his insolent daze, he'd then just realized, that after his tirade he'd totally forget to ask Dumbledore what Voldemort had been up to. Hermione faced scrunched up in disbelief, then almost at once understanding replaced it.
" I suppose you haven't been receiving you're subscription of the daily prophet, I wouldn't blame you after the whole slander bit last year, the nerve of those idiots astounds me." Hermione said wearily with her hand clinched into a fist, and her temple resting on her lone index finger.
"Harry I don't know what's going on with Voldemort, but I'm not so sure he's the one behind the Dementor attack's, I think we have some one else to worry about. You see Harry, the Ministry is still in control of Azkaban which mean's their still in control of the Dementor's, for the Dementor's are bound to Azkaban or rather it's prisoners, as long as wizards occupy Azkaban cell's there is no reason for the Dementor's to brake the enchantment." Hermione stopped, for a moment it was as if she was processing the information she'd just told Harry, as if she heard it for the first time.
" you know Harry, I read some where that a true Dark lord could manipulate Boggarts to take shape of what ever they wanted them too, although when wizards practiced this art, it was millennia's ago, I think Mrs. Figg should have lost her soul, that is if she was kissed by a authentic Dementor like you said" Said Hermione Her voice trailing off and her face turning red, at the sight of three owls flying straight toward the Burrow. Harry had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing.
"But couldn't Voldemort just use the unforgivable on the minister and make him do his bidding as far manipulating the dementors to attack Harry." Ron said through mouthfuls of porridge, he apparently hadn't noticed what the others had.
Hermione looked at Ron flabbergasted, but only for a nano second, she then jumped up and ran to the window, Ron's new found astuteness obviously went over well with Hermione but failed in comparison to her unrivaled hunger for acknowledgment concerning her academic accomplishments.
"Did I mention Dumbledore said our O.W.L's would be coming sometime this morning?" Harry asked knowing he'd intentionally saved that little doozey for last. Hermione's expression of desperation was priceless, he could fell her daggers in his back via her glare from the window. Harry and Ron didn't get much of a fuss from Hermione when they decided to wait for everyone to awake, before opening there O.W.L's she was obviously on pins and needles, rubbing her hands raw, pacing, biting her lip something fierce and ignoring their attempts to engage her in idle conversation.
"So who's the kid with the weird hair staying here?" Harry asked remembering the lad from the broom shed. Hermione stopped pacing in her tracks and stared at Harry quit confused as did Ron sitting across from where he sat with a full belly and his legs propped up on the dinning table .Almost on queue, the kip with entrancing hair entered the galley yawning and scratching his head: He was wearing a black moth bitten shirt that read "Cogito Ergo Sum" , faded blue cut-up jeans, along with vintage black boots with straps on the side. He sat down and started reading his own news paper entitled "The Miami Herald". Harry blinked while staring at him across the table along with Ron and Hermione, and in between that time a cigarette appeared in-between his lip's out of thin air with out him uttering a word of incantation .
He subtracted a gray wand with black hieroglyphics hidden in-between his ear and hair, then lit his cigarette. Before taking a drag, he looked up from his news paper as if just noticing the attention he was receiving, he sneered, stood up, grabbed his vintage leather jacket that was not there before and walked out the room. The trio stared at each other dumbfounded. Seconds later a scream was heard from upstairs " Merlin's beard! Who's smoking filthy cigarettes in my house!" roared Mrs. Weasley.
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"When things start to make sense, we start to die. Ignorance is bliss"
EPISODE 3-I AM YOU'RE BIG BROTHER!
Dumbledore stared at Harry as if he was looking directly into his soul, something he did often, something that often irritated Harry to no end's. "Will you stop that?" Spat Harry in agitation whipping away the beads of sweat on his forehead, then is when he noticed his shirt was soaked with his sweat like the previous night at the Dursley's.
Dumbledore had noticed also. "It seems you had a rough night my dear boy" said Dumbledore ignoring Harry's previous comment and confirming his suspicion. Harry bit back a retort, and instead stood shakily to his feet knocking over several old racing brooms.
"One must admire their admiration for the sport, although Mr. Ronald Weasley's support of the Chudley Cannons baffle's even a mind as witty as my own." Chortled Dumbledore airily pointing out Harry's clumsiness. Harry glared at him obviously upset with his headmaster, although he had a weird sensation to giggle.
"Harry, everyone has been looking for you every since yesterday evening", Said Dumbledore eyeing him with a fond curiosity. "After you're brief conversation with Mr. Ronald Weasley, it seems you abruptly disappeared. These people care for you a great deal Harry as well as I, it is unfair and unjust for you to wonder about like this with out notifying anyone-"
Harry could fill his anger boiling in the pit of his stomach again and this time found it was far to difficult to deny it's hunger. " I understand you're like ah thousand year's old and all, yea, but BOG OFF! What part of I don't owe you any explanation didn't you understand, I am not apart of you're CRUMBY ORDER YOU TWAT! I am the chosen one right?! It's not up to you what I decide to do, I am the one he fear's most, not you! FOR NEITHER CAN LIVE WHILE THE OTHER SURVIVES YEA?!" Said Harry his face redder then a pomegranate seed; veins popping out of his neck , tears swelling in his eyes, his hand's shaking vigorously.
"Harry" Dumbledore begin taking a step forward with a sad vacant look in his eye. "No, NO! Don't you come near me, I don't trust you, I almost died yesterday! DIED! And were where you?! The supposed leader of the light: The all powerful Dumbledore, YOU'RE LATE HEROIC'S, AND SWEET WORDS AREN'T ENOUGH ANYMORE! Harry wailed, allowing spit to spew from his mouth.
"He has a legion of dementor's in his grasp, I don't even know how I managed to survive such an ordeal unscathed yet hear I am, wear as for Mrs. Figg, she almost died because of me! BECAUSE OF YOU'RE ORDER!" Harry continued, on the verge of tears, this situation felt very familiar, it was only ah couple week's ago he was throwing Dumbledore's prized positions around like Fanged Frissbee's. "And Sirius, Sirius gave you-" "That's what I want to talk to you about Harry." Said Dumbledore, rather fast almost with a plea in his eye's. " Sirius has left you everything"
"But I hate that bloody house, so did Sirius." Harry said barely whispering after Dumbledore had informed him of his inheritance. "I am quit aware of that Harry, I knew Sirius Black for quit sometime, long before he was drafted into Gryffindor His exploits reached me through the grape vein: such as challenging his uncle Cygnus's black to a wizarding duel at the tender age of nine, because he believed he was abusing his older cousin Andromeda." Dumbledore said recollecting with a vivid smile on his face. "But sir-" Harry said, before he could catch his self.
Dumbledore eye's twinkled knowingly. Harry sighed, disappointed at how easily he was swayed, but decided to continue. "I thought wizards aren't allowed to carry wand's until age eleven" Harry questioned, whipping his forehead once more. Again Dumbledore took notice to this.
"Fascinating topic Harry but we have more pertinent matter's to attend-" " why didn't you tell me she was a witch" Harry hissed, implying Mrs. Figg refusing Dumbledore control of the conversation, eyeing him dangerously. The old man placed his hands behind his back, unable to look Harry in the eye.
"There are many thing's that I have done in your best interest Harry which you may not understand just yet. But this particular secret was not mine to tell, for who am I to reveal such information. With great power comes great responsibility, unfortunately this statement has become a renowned cliché, although it does not dilute it's depth at all my dear boy." Said Dumbledore the twinkle falling from his eye.
"Is that a round about way of telling me, you aren't going to tell me anything?" Harry asked with anger lingering on ever syllable. Dumbledore closed his eye's as If contemplating his next step, as soon as he opened his mouth to speak Harry interjected once more. "So what happened to your arm sir." Said Harry with a sadistic sneer printed on his face, he couldn't help but fell overjoyed that the old man had some sort of weakness, it meant that he wasn't as great as he seemed , it meant that he had no right to control Harry's life(at least it did to Harry).
The "chosen one" had faced unbeatable odds since his birth, and was as healthy as a proverbial horse, as far as he knew, this old fart had only battled some want to be dark lord named "Grinwald" who was obviously nothing compared to his successor. Excluding his spat with Voldemort at the ministry, Harry had faced Voldemort four times before then and one of those times he was only a year old.
Albus Dumbledore facial expression immediately turned grave, when did Harry become so…dark, the headmaster thought to himself, the sneer on his face could easily be mistaken for evil, it's as if he wished Dumbledore misfortune. Had it come to this? Had he alienated the boy to such an extent that his anger and hatred was becoming the better of him? One thing Dumbledore knew for sure, this was not the first time a boy who never knew his parents glared at him with such malice.
"Are you going to cry?" Asked Harry, his expression softening. Yes he was angry, yes he was frustrated, but the sight of the Headmaster was very unsettling. Truthfully, he didn't think anything he said would affect old blighty, apparently he was wrong. Dumbledore smiled, cursing himself internally, how could he be so quick to judge the son of Lilly and James, Oh James: He wasn't exactly known for his manners, and when his temper flared only his fellow marauder's and Lily of course could ever calm his nerves. The thought that only Harry's closet friends could cajole him into an easy state, conjured a crashing wave of nostalgia seeing as though only James closet friends could do the same in his case. While some of his fondest memories of the Marauders misdeeds at Hogwarts competed for his reverie Dumbledore held up his arm, as if just realizing its sick state.
"In due time Harry everything will become clear." stated the Headmaster with a widespread grin on his face as if the previous moment hadn't taken place. " This year, will be one for the ages , I will be teaching you privately" said Dumbledore a bit grandiose, still acknowledging his doomed arm.
Harry's mouth gaped admittedly.
" But as for know, that's neither here, nor there, you're owls should be here any moment. Would you mind explaining to Molly how deeply sorry I am to deprive her of fattening me up ah bit, but I would much rather avoid any other inquiries concerning this…breath taking appendage." Dumbledore said merrily leading Harry out the broom shed into the morning glory of the sun.
"Harry!" screamed Ron with a mouth full of porridge, nearly chocking, trying to swallow the searing hot dish as Harry walked over the threshold and into the kitchen.. Harry couldn't help but snicker, although Sirius was dead, although Bellatrix Lestrange was his murder, although he'd just dodge death "AGAIN" the previous evening, something's would never change. Thank god.
It was so very early, Ron was the only soul up and about, which was awkward seeing as though he was never the first one to wake( excluding "his" birthday, and Christmas of course). Hermione entered the kitchen with a look of absolute aloofness.
"Listen-" said Harry sitting down across from them, only to be waved off by Ron. "Its ok mate we under-" Ron wasn't allowed to speak either because Hermione immediately cut him off. " Speak for you self Ronald, I'm not fond of being made a fool of, especially when the individual is supposed to be my very best friend" Hermione said blowing her spoon full of porridge in a nonchalant manner, still not acknowledging Harry with her eye's. "Mione-" Ron began in a pleading tone, only to receive a cold stare from his proximity infatuation.
"I see you two have gotten closer" said Harry with a ferial grin. "Don't you try and change the subject Harry Potter!" Hermione snapped finally looking(glaring)at him, with roseate checks. Ron sat there continuing to eat his dish, with a satisfied looked planted on his face.
Harry decided to prematurely adopt his friend satisfaction, Hermione acknowledge him by name, which meant most was forgiven. Harry explained all that had happened the following evening, ignoring there sadden expression and look of utter horror which then morphed into anger towards the order and there tactlessness(this mostly came from Hermione).
"so what's been happening? I mean why wasn't there hefty guard around Little Whinging?" Harry asked coming out of his insolent daze, he'd then just realized, that after his tirade he'd totally forget to ask Dumbledore what Voldemort had been up to. Hermione faced scrunched up in disbelief, then almost at once understanding replaced it.
" I suppose you haven't been receiving you're subscription of the daily prophet, I wouldn't blame you after the whole slander bit last year, the nerve of those idiots astounds me." Hermione said wearily with her hand clinched into a fist, and her temple resting on her lone index finger.
"Harry I don't know what's going on with Voldemort, but I'm not so sure he's the one behind the Dementor attack's, I think we have some one else to worry about. You see Harry, the Ministry is still in control of Azkaban which mean's their still in control of the Dementor's, for the Dementor's are bound to Azkaban or rather it's prisoners, as long as wizards occupy Azkaban cell's there is no reason for the Dementor's to brake the enchantment." Hermione stopped, for a moment it was as if she was processing the information she'd just told Harry, as if she heard it for the first time.
" you know Harry, I read some where that a true Dark lord could manipulate Boggarts to take shape of what ever they wanted them too, although when wizards practiced this art, it was millennia's ago, I think Mrs. Figg should have lost her soul, that is if she was kissed by a authentic Dementor like you said" Said Hermione Her voice trailing off and her face turning red, at the sight of three owls flying straight toward the Burrow. Harry had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing.
"But couldn't Voldemort just use the unforgivable on the minister and make him do his bidding as far manipulating the dementors to attack Harry." Ron said through mouthfuls of porridge, he apparently hadn't noticed what the others had.
Hermione looked at Ron flabbergasted, but only for a nano second, she then jumped up and ran to the window, Ron's new found astuteness obviously went over well with Hermione but failed in comparison to her unrivaled hunger for acknowledgment concerning her academic accomplishments.
"Did I mention Dumbledore said our O.W.L's would be coming sometime this morning?" Harry asked knowing he'd intentionally saved that little doozey for last. Hermione's expression of desperation was priceless, he could fell her daggers in his back via her glare from the window. Harry and Ron didn't get much of a fuss from Hermione when they decided to wait for everyone to awake, before opening there O.W.L's she was obviously on pins and needles, rubbing her hands raw, pacing, biting her lip something fierce and ignoring their attempts to engage her in idle conversation.
"So who's the kid with the weird hair staying here?" Harry asked remembering the lad from the broom shed. Hermione stopped pacing in her tracks and stared at Harry quit confused as did Ron sitting across from where he sat with a full belly and his legs propped up on the dinning table .Almost on queue, the kip with entrancing hair entered the galley yawning and scratching his head: He was wearing a black moth bitten shirt that read "Cogito Ergo Sum" , faded blue cut-up jeans, along with vintage black boots with straps on the side. He sat down and started reading his own news paper entitled "The Miami Herald". Harry blinked while staring at him across the table along with Ron and Hermione, and in between that time a cigarette appeared in-between his lip's out of thin air with out him uttering a word of incantation .
He subtracted a gray wand with black hieroglyphics hidden in-between his ear and hair, then lit his cigarette. Before taking a drag, he looked up from his news paper as if just noticing the attention he was receiving, he sneered, stood up, grabbed his vintage leather jacket that was not there before and walked out the room. The trio stared at each other dumbfounded. Seconds later a scream was heard from upstairs " Merlin's beard! Who's smoking filthy cigarettes in my house!" roared Mrs. Weasley.
